Billionaire's Secret: Exposing Jay: A Chicago Suits Romance (Loving Jay Book 2) (5 page)

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H
e broke away
and pulled his shirt off. The sight of his body caused my breath to catch. Even though I saw it every day, I always thought afterwards that my memory was embellishing how perfect it was. Each time I saw it and realized my memory was right, my heart paused.

“These clothes need to come off, Beautiful.” He pulled my sweater off over my head. Underneath, I was wearing a sheer black bra he had given me with the mountain of clothes at his house.

Jay leaned back, surveying me. He always did this. Stared at me. Raked me with his eyes. It made my heart pound every single time. As if one of these times he would look at me and come to his senses. Someone like me should not be with someone like him. He was out of my league.

The breeze swirled around me, causing my nipples to turn to stone and poke into the thin fabric of the bra.

“It’s a bit chilly up here,” I said.

He laughed. “That’s the idea.”

Jay cupped the sides of my breasts and rubbed his thumbs over my hard nipples. He leaned over, clamping his mouth onto mine. The coolness of the air was blown away by the heat he sent coursing through my body.

This is exactly where I want to be forever, in his arms. I reached up and circled my arms around his powerful shoulders.

He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. A shiver ran through me as the last bit of fabric between my breasts and the air was removed. He put his hand behind my head and laid me down on the cushion.

* * *

I
reached
out to explore his muscles with my fingertips, and for a moment he let me. He watched my face and my fingers traced the line of his pecs down to his abs, then across to the V formed by his hips. When it reached the waist of his jeans, he pushed my hand away and undid my jeans.

He pushed them down, my most private parts now exposed to the cool air. I shivered again and Jay moved his body alongside me, closer to mine and I sucked in his warmth.

I kicked my jeans the rest of the way off and pulled him flat, until we were lying pressed against each other, and we kissed. The waves rocked us together in a soothing motion.

The only thing I could think about was how amazing he was. How I could run away with him and be happy for the rest of my life as long as he was in it.

He pushed his own jeans down then rolled me onto my back, ending up on top of me. I spread my legs to allow him between them. He supported himself on his elbows and kissed me. My lips, my cheek, my neck.

Jay grazed his hand down my side, stopping to play with my nipple, hard from the cool air as much as his touch. I tried to pull all the warmth I could from him.

“You’re cold,” he said, his voice soft.

“It is October in the middle of Lake Michigan.” I smiled, trying to reassure him I wasn’t annoyed. I didn’t want this to end.

“I’m taking you inside.”

“As long as we continue this.” I flashed him a coy smile.

“Beautiful, is there any doubt?” He smiled, the sunlight glistening off his eyes and beaming straight into my heart.

He laughed, a loud laugh that carried out over the water.

* * *

N
aked
, we made our way back down the two flights of steps. When we were through the sliding glass door he scooped me off my feet, just as a big wave knocked into the boat. He had to put his leg back to steady us. I hugged him harder.

“Maybe I should walk,” I said.

“No way.”

He opened a door and stepped over the raised frame at the bottom. We went through another door, again with a raised frame, and entered a bedroom with wood-paneled walls and a queen sized bed centered on the far wall.

Jay placed me on the bed. He removed his boxers, revealing his massive, erect cock. I reached my hand to him, and he laid down beside my naked frame.

Our lips found each other, transporting me back to where I belong. I closed my eyes, letting the bliss of the moment, of him wash over me.

My hands gripped his arm muscles as my lips found their way over his shoulders, the hard muscles a stark contrast to my soft lips. He moved out of the reach of my lips, and I rolled back to look at the ceiling as he took each of my nipples in turn in his mouth.

Jay moved down more, kissing over my belly until he arrived at my mound. He skirted around it, instead kissing the surrounding flesh. I placed my hands on his shoulders. Steering him in, but I knew he would make me wait. Wait until my pussy was so wet it dripped with need.

I released my grip on his shoulders to lace my fingers through his hair. He didn’t give in, and I took my hands away, letting them flop over my head. At last his tongue flickered across my lips, setting me on fire, the way he always did.

* * *

J
ay knew me
, my body. How to make it dance and sing and explode in ecstasy. He could take me places Matt had never even come close to. And I’m sure no other man ever could either. Because beyond all the external touching, my heart belonged to him.

His fingers moved between my slit, spreading it to expose my clit to him. He blew across it and began swirling his tongue around it. My pulse raced, my heart pounding in my ears and chest. My pussy was desperate for his touch, for something to clamp down on.

I started moaning, endless high-pitched cries of delight. He sucked my clit into his mouth, each tug a bolt of pleasure up my spine. My breath quickened and my eyes rolled back into my head. The world fell away, Jay and I were the only things in existence.

He slid two of his fingers into me, pushing them deep. He pressed them against the front wall of my pussy and worked them in unison with his tongue. In moments I crashed into a powerful orgasm. My legs squeezed his body, and he used his other hand to push my one leg down into the bed, holding it in place while I writhed around.

When my body calmed, he worked his way back up, kissing my belly and breasts, my neck. Our lips met again and he kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth.

He pushed his cock into my pussy, and I gasped. Every time, I forget how big it is and how much it stretches me. He moved in a slow rhythm that built my excitement again, until my hips were tilting up and down, urging him faster.

He leaned down, put his lips to my ear and said, “I love you.”

I purred in response before saying, “I love you Jay.”

And I meant it. I loved him more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. I loved him more than any characters had loved each other in old movies. More, I think, than my mother had loved my father.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, trying to pull him deeper into me, to bring us as close together as possible.

My body was a tingling wreck. As he thrust into me, a tidal wave of joy pushed out from my pussy and overtook me.

“Jay!” I screamed and wailed as it ripped through me, as much as my breathlessness would allow.

He groaned and dug his cock deep into me, releasing himself. He hovered over me, both of us breathing heavily.

Once our breathing had calmed, he rolled off of me, onto his side, put his arm around me and held me close.

“I’m serious, you know,” he said.

“About what?”

“About running away, just the two of us. Traveling the world.”

I let out a soft laugh, not sure how to respond.

9

W
e sat
on the deck at the rear of the boat, watching the sun glistening on the water and feasting on our picnic of artisan bread, dips and cheese, along with more champagne. We dreamed about running away. Of the route we would take and the things we would see. The idea of having Jay to myself was almost too much. Every second we're together, I wondered how I ever lived without him.

“I got the crazy text photo you sent, taunting me with your body when I couldn’t do anything about it,” he said. I giggled, I’d forgotten all about it after the Calvin incident.

“I’m glad you got it, I accidentally sent it to Jenny first.”

“You have to be more careful,” he said. I flinched at the sternness in his tone.

“I know.”

“That pussy belongs to me, you have to be more careful, I’m not about to share it with anyone. No one, not even in a photo.”

“If you don’t want any more sexts then I won’t send any.”

“Good.”

“But you’ll be missing out, I had some good ones planned.”

“I won’t be missing anything because I don’t intend to be apart from you.”

I laughed and swiped a bit of hummus down his nose and over his cheek. In a flash he had his arms around me, pinning my arms at me side rocking me from side to side.

“It’s like that is it?” he said, laughing.

I giggled. “Yes, it is.”

Jay rubbed his face against mine, transferring the hummus to my face. He swung me outwards. For a moment I thought I was going in the water and I squealed but he pulled me back, planting my feet on the deck.

We stood on the deck, embracing so closely all the air between us had been pushed away.

“I mean it Beautiful, I love you.”

“I love you too.” I choked back a tear, brought on by the powerful emotions I felt for him.

* * *


T
hose clouds
over there look pretty dark,” Jay said, pointing.

“Yeah, they do.”

“We’d better head back.”

Part of me was sad. I wanted to stay out here with him, isolated from everything. But I knew he was right.

He went inside while I packed up the picnic, throwing some of the bread to a couple of seagulls that had been hanging around the boat.

Jay was crashing around inside. At first I didn’t pay any attention to it, but it seemed to be getting more and more frantic.

“Fuck!” he yelled.

I rushed in to see what was happening. One look at his face, drained of color, and I started to worry.

“What’s going on?” He looked at me and regained some of his composure.

“Something’s wrong. The fuel is gone.”

“Gone?”

“Yes, emptied. I had it filled this morning. Rats must have chewed through the fuel line and we lost all the gas.”

“Really? Rats do that?”

“Sure. The line’s cut, what else would it be?”

He showed me the line, accessible from a hatch in the floor of the boat. It was cut alright, but it didn’t look like it had been chewed to me. It was too smooth. Surely Jay must see that. But I held back from saying anything, he's too upset now. I'd ask him about it later.

“So how do we get home?”

“I’ve radioed for help. All we can do now is wait.”

Jay sat on the sofa and patted the space beside him. I followed his direction, and he put his arm around me. I stared out at the lake. Seeing the line cut scared the hell out of me. Who would cut it? I didn’t believe it could be Jay, judging by his reaction. So who could it be?

* * *

W
e transferred
to another boat Jay had had sent out, and managed to make it back to the marina before the clouds broke.

“We’re going to mine tonight,” Jay said.

I didn’t mind. He had stayed at my little condo all week, it was only fair I stayed in his sprawling mansion over the weekend.

I followed him to his Bentley.

“For fuck’s sake!”

I followed Jay’s line of sight. The Bentley had been keyed, in the same way as the McLaren. From headlight to tail light, a deep stripe along its side.

“What’s going on?” I asked. This was getting too strange.

“Nothing’s going on, just some punks bitter they drive around in a junker.”

“Does this happen a lot?”

“Not really. Sometimes. It’s fine, get in.” His voice was curt and I didn’t push him any further, telling myself I wouldn't get any answers while he was worked up. Especially after the boat fuel line. What was going on?

We got in and soon my knuckles were white from gripping the seat so hard. I even closed my eyes a couple of times. No wonder he doesn’t use a chauffeur.

We pulled up to his house, a sprawling grey brick three-story house. He pulled into the garage, it was the first time I’d been in it. Everything was spotless. No clutter. No junk. Nothing like our garage when I was growing up.

Above all, there were no cars. And I know he has at least two.

We got out and Jay pushed a button on the wall and the floor beneath the car began to lower.

“Where’s it going?”

“Down with all the others.”

“How does it work?” I regretted the question as soon as I’d asked. I have to stop being amazed by all his fancy pants billionaire stuff. I felt out of my comfort zone as it was, I didn’t need my words betraying my insides.

“I scroll though, select which car I want and push the button. Then it appears. Magic.” He smirked, and I punched his arm in a playful gesture.

* * *

W
e sat
in what I now know is called the den, and Jay built a fire to warm us from the October day out on the lake. Rosie brought us hot chocolate, placing the mugs on the coffee table.

Jay sat on the couch, tight up against me, and put his arm around my shoulders. I relaxed into him, resting my head on his body with my feet curled up beside me.

We sat in silence drinking our hot chocolate. Every moment with Jay was a moment I never wanted to end.

“So tell me about Bourbon Chaser,” I said, breaking the silence.

“He was a beauty. Chestnut with a patch of white down his nose.”

“Aw, he sounds cute.”

“Gorgeous. And a great temperament. He loved going fast, and my god could he go.”

“Do you have any pictures of him?”

He didn’t say anything for a moment or two, then said, “I think so, come with me.”

We put our mugs on the table and I followed him down the stairs to the basement. I’d never been in it before, and I was amazed at the huge space at the bottom of the landing. A raised basement, there were sofas and chairs skirting around it, and a wall of glass doors opening onto a patio. The center of the room was completely empty. It was huge and gave a sense of the size of the house that you didn’t get from the upstairs since it was divided into so many rooms.

I followed him through the door and was hit with the smell of leather. The room that must have been at the front of the house, as it only had a small window near the ceiling. The room was a good size, and covered in wood paneling. Horse harnesses, brasses and photos adorned the walls.

“Wow,” I said.

“This is my horse room.”

“Of course. Of course you have a horse room.”

He laughed. “I grew up with them, my father’s family have been breeding racehorses for generations.”

I was stunned, unable to respond. He’d never volunteered information about himself before, I'd always had to drag it out of him.

“Here,” he said, pointing to a cluster photos, “these are Bourbon Chaser.”

I walked up to them. It was a very pretty horse. Not that I know anything about horses. But it had nice markings. I looked over all the photos, many of them were of Bourbon Chaser in a winner’s circle, slick with sweat and adorned with flowers, a jockey in a colorful outfit always holding his reins.

“Is that your father?” I asked, pointing to a man that was in most of the photos.

Jay nodded, and I examined the photos more closely, for hints of his life. Many also had the same woman I had seen in the photos in his bedroom, and I put my finger to her face. She seemed so familiar. So eerily familiar but I could not place her.

“She reminds me of someone,” I said.

“Weird.”

I moved along the wall, looking at all the photos. In one, the woman was holding a toddler while another young boy stood between her and a horse.

“That’s you.” I stated. “But who’s the one she’d holding? Is that your brother?”

“I don’t have a brother, he’s my, cousin,” he said, then grabbed my hand.

I followed him out of the room and back to the den, racking my brain over the woman.

We snuggled back into our spots on the sofa in front of the fire. I leaned my head against him, still thinking about the woman. Something was off, but I didn’t know what. I couldn’t place it.

All of a sudden Calvin’s words came back to me ‘watch out for lies.’ Was this one of them? I didn’t want to believe it. Calvin’s a bitter asshole and I shouldn’t pay any attention to his words. Without me asking, Jay was opening up about his life.

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