Claimed by the Billionaire: Rescue #3

Claimed by the Billionaire

#3

Rescue

Danielle Jamesen

Copyright © 201
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by Danielle Jamesen. All
rights reserved. No part of this book may be used, reproduced, distributed or
transmitted in any form without the prior written consent of the author.

Disclaimer: This is a
work of fiction. Characters, names, places, incidents and events are either the
products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity
to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of
Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

I stared dully at the
magazine I had laid in front of me in a form of torture I seemed to want to
inflict upon myself. I had been staring at it for a good ten minutes but I
still couldn’t believe that I was reading it. It was an older photo of me,
being taken at a party my dad had thrown back when we had money and sometimes
famous people would come to the parties. I was stepping out of a limo, my dress
a deep red and glittering under the photographer’s lights. I remembered that
night well, mostly because I had spent ages picking out the dress for it. My
husband and I had gone four months without having sex and I was worried he had
been losing interest in me. The dress had caused an intense bout of lovemaking
later that night, in one of the closets at the party.

Down at the bottom of
this photo was a picture of Bradley. He was well dressed for a party as well.
This was more of a candid shot. It implied he was at the same party as I had
been. It implied that he had been in the limo with me.

And above this helpful
suggestion of us dating or fucking or whatever, was the headline MARRIED
BILLIONAIRE SLEEPING WITH HIS OWN ASSISTANT! Never mind the fact he was in the
middle of a divorce or the very woman he was divorcing had leaked this story to
the press and for some reason they had all lunged on it like a group of hungry
wolves. Winter must have paid people off to care about this story, in the
middle of actual celebrities they could have been making stuff up on.

It didn’t matter. I was
now in the gossip mags and the internet was doing no favors either — “slut” was
thrown around, as well as “home wrecker” — as if I was the reason Bradley was
divorcing Winter. My phone had been buzzing off the hook. People I barely knew
were trying to get a hold of me and reporters were calling too. They hadn’t
found out where I lived yet but it was only a matter of time.

I let out a long sigh
wondering how I was going to handle this. It had been a day since the news
leaked online and all over the magazines. Bradley had texted me and told me to
sit tight, whatever in the world that meant. But I had been sitting tight and
was going stir-crazy. All I could think about was Winter’s sneering, glowing
face as she looked at the magazines and of the look on her face when she saw
Bradley and I together in his office.

I pushed the magazine
away from me, laying down on the bed. I could hear Greg snoring down the hall,
oblivious to what felt like his mother’s failings. I had to think about what I
was going to do next. The answer that had hung in the air since I had seen
Bradley kissing Winter came back to the forefront — I’d have to quit. Only now,
I don’t know who would hire me. How could I spin it to future employers? Please
hire me, I will be a magnet for your gossip magazines. And oh, I fucked my
boss.

Just as I was about to
give up and try to sleep, my cell rang. It was Bradley. I answered it on the
second ring, not caring if it looked desperate.

“Hey.” I said quickly.

“Did I wake you?”

“No. I don’t know if I
can sleep.”

Bradley cleared his
throat, “How are you holding up?”

I leaned against my
pillows, “I’ve been better.”

“Me too.” He admitted.

I turned to lay on my
side, looking up at the moon, “Are you at home?”

“Yeah, are you?”

I laughed a little, “Of
course I am.”

There was a long pause
and then, “Do you mind if I come by?”

“Now?” I said
surprised.

“Yeah. I’d really like
to see you. And it’s only Saturday. I still have too long to go until Monday.”

I felt a warmth start
at my toes at the thought of him wanting to see me, “Yeah, okay.”

I gave him my address
and he said he’d be there in thirty minutes. I tried to clean myself up,
knowing that I had spent all day wallowing in bed, depressed and upset,
avoiding everyone. I hopped in the shower, trying to get clean and look as good
as I could. I aimed for the “lazily rolled out of bed to see the lover” look
not “everyone thinks I’m a slut” look.

Bradley was there
thirty minutes later, in casual clothes, which I had never seen him in. Even in
Vegas, he had always woken up before me and I had always seen him clean and
pressed. Tonight, however, his hair was messy, falling over his eyes, his shirt
crumpled — just a regular t-shirt, faded and old — and his pants were baggy on
him.

“Hey.” He said
bashfully.

I ushered him in
quickly before anyone could take any photos.

“Were you followed?” I
asked, feeling ridiculous.

He cast a glance around
my living room and I wondered what he was thinking, “No. I don’t think so. At
least I hope not. You don’t happen to have any booze, do you?”

“Yeah, I do,” I went
over to the kitchen, Bradley trailing after me, looking slowly around the room,
“What do you want?”

“Scotch.” Bradley said
bluntly.

“Uhm…I have vodka.”

“I’ll have it. Just
throw some ice in it.”

I paused again, “It is
actually birthday cake flavored vodka.”

He looked at me with a
bemused expression on his face, “Even better.”

I poured him a glass of
the birthday cake flavored vodka I had but I made myself some tea. I needed
something that would help me unwind and while alcohol would do that, my tolerance
was non-existent. One drink was enough sometimes to make me drunk and it was
embarrassing.

“So,” Bradley said
after taking a sip of his drink, “You and I both knew that Winter catching us
like that wouldn’t be used somehow.”

I sighed, “I was hoping
it wouldn’t be like this.”

“Me too.”

We lapsed into silence
as I poured out my tea. Bradley rubbed his face as though he could wipe
everything clear from his brain in order to sleep.

I finally said what I
had been thinking, “I’m going to have to quit.”

He jerked his head up,
“Why?”

“Are you serious,
Bradley? Of course I’m going to have to quit. It’s all over the news that
you’re fucking your ‘personal assistant’. It makes you look bad and it makes me
look terrible. The best way would be to cut it clean and run.”

“But, Serena, what
about a job?”

I shrugged, “I don’t
know. I’ll find something.”

“What if I keep you on
the payroll?”

“Then it feels like you
are paying me to sleep with me.”

Bradley sighed, “Let me
help then.”

“I can’t.” I protested.

“Serena,” Bradley said,
getting up and walking over to me, “This is my fault. I got you involved in
this mess with Winter. I can’t just have you quit and go penniless, not with
Greg.”

“Let me think about it,
okay?” I said.

Bradley nodded and
trailed his fingers up and down my arms. His touch was comforting. He leaned
down and kissed me but I pulled away.

“Not here,” I said,
“Greg could wake up.”

“I haven’t seen your
bedroom yet.” He said to me, a little smile on his face.

I took his hand and
pulled him towards my room. I wished I had tidied it up but I naively thought
we wouldn’t have ended up here. Silly, foolish but I didn’t mind. He was seeing
my room as I liked it — the bed unmade, the TV on and making a quiet,
comforting glow and low hum. My closet was open with some clothes thrown about.

“You’re a bit messy.”
He said in my ear.

“Sorry we can’t all be
perfect like you.” I teased.

Bradley wrapped his
arms around me from behind, kissing along my neck, “You’re perfect to me.”

I felt that melting
feeling again, one that was I getting to know extremely well. He knew just what
to say, I thought, he always did. Winter started to fade away in the background
as he kissed my neck again, his hands trailing across my stomach.

“I missed you.” He
admitted in my ear.

“I did too.”

Bradley slowly moved
his hands to my breasts, cupping each one. I hadn’t been wearing a bra because
I was at home and his hands touched me through the thin fabric. He pinched both
of my nipples causing my body to quiver. He laughed a little in my ear.

Bradley turned me to
face him and he kissed me. It was an amazing kiss, deep and wonderful. It spoke
of promises and things to come in the future. It made me feel as though
everything would be okay. He slid off my shirt and cupped my breasts again,
kissing them slowly, as though he was worshiping me. I didn’t mind being
worshipped. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked on it slowly, moving
his tongue around very gently, nibbling on them at the end before he removed
them from his mouth.

I started to undress
him. First his shirt, where I ran my hands over his chest in glee. Then he
pants, unzipping it and taking them off. He was hard against his boxers and I
wanted him badly. But I made myself wait, told myself to be patient. Tonight it
was just us and no one could catch us. I pressed my hand against his manhood
and felt it throb under me. Bradley slid off my pants, leaving me in my
panties. He gently pushed me down on the bed. He slid off my panties and he
took off his own boxers.

“You’re beautiful.” He
said to me, his voice thick with lust.

I felt myself blush, a
deep red that seemed to go all the way down to my toes. He kissed me again,
moving his tongue in my mouth. I responded by pressing my body against him and
wrapping my legs around him. I needed him. But he needed me too, this
billionaire with the crazy ex-wife.

He slid into me. I was
so wet at this point that we didn’t need to take it slow. He slid into me in
one fell swoop and made my heart pound. I was being filled and it felt
wonderful. I let out a delighted sigh and arched my hips to meet him, trying to
take him as deep as I could get him in me. Our hips touched and he cradled me
in his arms. He felt amazing. Goosebumps had broken out all over my body,
leaving me shaking gently.

Bradley began to move
in me. He started off very slowly, moving at a gentle place, letting me feel
every single inch of him. He felt glorious. He felt wonderful. I closed my eyes
and let the warmth flow over me. He moved my legs so my ankles were on his
shoulders as he picked up his pace. He would enter me to the fullest and then
pull out all the way and repeat. Each time he left I wanted him again and as he
slid into me fully, it made me whimper. I had to keep quiet so all I could do
was whimper in pleasure.

Bradley soon was too
into it to keep up his slow pace and he started thrusting faster in me. My
ankles bounced on his neck as he took me. He filled me up and fucked me hard
and I loved it. I tried to be as quiet as possible as he thrust in me.

“You like that?” He said
quietly, roughly.

I whimpered in
response.

“Of course you do,
Serena. I know what you like.” He said to me.

He did, he knew all of
it. He knew everything that I liked. I arched my back as I came, shivering in
pleasure. He came at the same time, shuddering hard. We both fell silent as he
held me, both of us breathing heavily. Bradley rolled off of me, lying next to
me, his fingers entwined in mine.

“Will you stay the
night?” I ask, sounding foolish, like a teenager who just slept with her
boyfriend after prom.

Bradley turned on his
side, wrapping one arm around me, nuzzling his face into my neck, “Of course,
Serena. There isn’t anywhere I’d rather be.”

We fell asleep
together.