Everything That He Desires (#1) (An Alpha Billionaire BDSM Romance) (3 page)

“Okay.”

Hunter led Callie to an elevator, towing her suitcase along behind them.  When he reached past her to select the floor number, he inadvertently brushed against her breast.  Callie knew he hadn’t done it intentionally because, had she not chosen that moment to step to the left, it never would have happened at all.  It wasn’t like he was trying to feel her up or anything.

But she still inhaled sharply, momentarily taken aback by the close physical contact.

She was still reeling from all that had happened.  To think that she would have a million dollars once this was over and done with was almost too much to take in!

And she was still unsure what to make of Hunter Black.

Everything about him had checked out.  Upon returning home from the bar, she had scoured the Internet to find out everything she could about the cocky author.  She had, in all honesty, been looking for some reason to turn his offer down.  She had been looking for a sign, a red flag.

There had been nothing.

Hunter Black had no criminal record.  He was an elusive, business savvy man who mostly kept to himself.  Up until a couple years ago, he had regularly given talks at university campuses all over the country.  He presented seminars to literature majors and business students alike – or at least he had.

In recent years he had fallen off the radar.  He still released books – lots and lots of books!  But he no longer visited college campuses or gave interviews about his craft.  He simply churned out new books and kept to himself, as far as Callie could tell.

It was weird, sure.  But it wasn’t weird enough to set off a warning siren.  So he was a bit reclusive and, judging from his comments earlier that evening, kind of a cocky playboy type.  That certainly wasn’t a good enough reason to pass up a million dollars.  That kind of money would be life changing!

Besides, unbeknownst to Hunter, Callie had pepper spray.  She had taken a self defence course a few years back, as well.  She knew how to take care of herself, and she wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself if need be.  So if the arrogant billionaire planned on getting all touchy feely with her, he would be in for quite the surprise.

Truthfully, though, Callie doubted Hunter had
those
sorts of ulterior motives.  Just look at him.  He could be a freaking model.  The sex appeal practically wafted off of him like expensive cologne and, maddeningly, he knew it.

Hunter Black was arrogant, successful and gorgeous.  There was no way a guy like that would ever be interested in a plus size, unexciting woman like her.  He probably went for the skinny bottle blonde beach bunny type, Callie reasoned.  His type always did, right?

“So here it is,” Hunter said, cutting into Callie’s thoughts.

“Here what is?” she asked, looking around at the exquisite architecture and expensive decor.  The large sitting room they stood in was really quite impressive, and the chef’s kitchen she could see just beyond it was even more stunning.

“This is where you’ll be staying.  It’s your wing of the house.”

“My...wing?” she repeated, barely able to comprehend what he was telling her.  She had an entire wing?  That was...that was incomprehensible.  Unable to hide her shock, she marveled, “I thought you were showing me to my
room
.”

“Oh, right.  Well there are three bedrooms down that hallway,” Hunter told her, pointing.  “Take your pick.  Or hell, sleep in a different bed every night if that’s what gets you off.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get drunk and pass out.  We’ll talk about the book tomorrow.”

Abruptly Hunter turned around and left, leaving Callie to stare after him, her mouth agape.

*****

It was excruciating.

Hunter couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as badly as he wanted Callie.  He couldn’t explain it.  He couldn’t understand it.  But when he had accidentally brushed up against her breast in the elevator, he had nearly cum in his pants.

It had taken every ounce of willpower he had not to make a move on her right then and there, but he knew better.  Callie wasn’t a woman who could be won over easily.  As a man who’d had more than a few conquests in his day, Hunter knew that.  He knew he needed to take his time with her.  He knew she would be a challenge.

Any time he was around Callie, Hunter felt himself on the verge of losing control.

He hadn’t even been able to show her to her bedroom.  He hadn’t trusted himself.  He had been afraid that he would want to throw her down on the bed and take her right there...driving himself into her and biting her neck while she moaned and writhed beneath him.

He wouldn’t have done that, of course. 

He wasn’t the type of guy who would ever force himself on a woman.  He was a fan of mental surrender, not physical conquest...at least not without consent. 

But had he taken Callie into a bedroom he probably would have lost all control.  He wouldn’t have laid a finger on her, of course.  Not without her permission.  But he probably would have exploded just from the
thought
of tying her to the headboard and making her mewl in pleasure.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Hunter mumbled as he cracked open his fourth beer and took a swig.  He wasn’t normally so easily rattled, but Callie had quite the effect on him.

He blamed her perfume.  It smelled amazing, like oranges and vanilla.  It made him desperate to lick her...kiss her...devour her.  He was sure she tasted every bit as good as she smelled.  Hunter longed to bury his face between her thighs, holding her down with his arms while he made her scream in ecstasy over and over again.

Oh, the things he wanted to do to her.

As he slouched down on his sofa and let his mind run wild, Hunter unzipped his pants.  He slipped his hand inside and closed his fist around his throbbing cock, imagining it was Callie who was touching him.  What he’d give to have her sitting on his lap right now, naked and grinding her hips against his crotch as she flicked her hard nipples and he bit her neck.

“Callie...” he groaned.

He heard a gasp.

Hunter’s eyes flew open and he saw his sexy little houseguest standing in the entryway to the main sitting room.  He was so surprised that for a second all he could do was stare.  She appeared to be equally horrified, and stood there frozen in place for a moment, her eyes locked with his.

Then she sprang into action.  She leapt out of sight, trying to conceal herself behind the door.

Hunter looked down at his hard, fully exposed cock and grimaced.  He quickly tucked his raging erection back inside his pants and stood up.  Hunter was a man who was used to being in control of every situation.  But he didn’t feel the least bit in control right now. 

He cleared his throat, feeling incredibly awkward. 

“I, uh...Callie!” he called out lamely, trying to make out like he had been calling out to her rather than groaning her name in pleasure as he’d masturbated.  He felt like such an idiot, and an unconvincing one at that.

Poor Callie’s face was bright red and she looked completely stunned by what she’d witnessed.  Hunter couldn’t blame her.  She was a grown woman, sure, but even so.  He was certain she hadn’t intended to walk in on him doing...that. 

He wanted to apologize but didn’t know how.  Wouldn’t that only make it more awkward?

“Oh, uh...hi!” she said a bit too enthusiastically as she popped back into sight.  “I um...I’m sorry to interrupt,” she began, her eyes straying down to the very prominent bulge he was sporting.  “I just forgot to ask you what time we’re going to start working on the book tomorrow.”

“Right, right,” he murmured, nodding far too emphatically.  “I, um...I usually go surfing at sunrise, have my coffee and read the uh...paper!” he said, grabbing the closest newspaper from the coffee table and holding it up demonstratively before strategically placing it in front of his groin.  “So ah...mid-morning, I suppose.”

“Okay!  Well, uh...goodnight!” she chirped before making a hasty exit.

“Shit,” Hunter muttered as he sat back down, tossing the newspaper aside.  “Shit, shit, shit!”

*****

“Shit!” Callie hissed as she raced back to her wing of the oceanfront mansion. 

She ran into the room she had claimed as her own and threw herself down on the bed.  Burying her burning face into the pillow, she squeezed her eyes shut and prayed the past ten minutes would somehow turn out to be nothing more than a horrifying – and erotic – dream.

She hadn’t meant to spy on Hunter.  She really hadn’t.  After he had left, she’d realized she had no idea when she was supposed to get up in the morning.  This was a very unconventional job, but it was nonetheless a job.  She wanted to be professional about it.

So she had wandered through the mansion in search of Hunter, taking pause to explore in wide-eyed awe along the way.  Her wide-eyed awe had quickly turned to something else, however, when she had located him in a gigantic living room that looked like a dream bachelor pad.

Callie hadn’t paid much attention to the enormous high definition TV, the leather furniture or the big pool table.  Her focus had been solely on Hunter – and on what he was doing.  Holy shit, she hadn’t expected to walk in on that!

He had the sort of cock women dream about, big and thick and perfect.  As Callie had watched the handsome billionaire take it out and begin to stroke it, she had been mesmerized.  In fact, she hadn’t been able to resist the urge to reach down and rub herself over her clothes.  There was just something so satisfying about watching a gorgeous man play with his equally gorgeous cock.

She was getting turned on.  Just as Callie had been about to slip her hand inside her panties, Hunter had said her name.  She hadn’t been expecting that at all.  His eyes were shut, so how the hell did he even know she was there? 

For a second she had forgotten how to breathe.  Then, unfortunately, she had remembered.  She had gasped for air, letting out a loud wheezing sound that was impossible to ignore.

Hunter’s eyes had snapped open and for a moment they had simply stared at each other from across the room.  Time had stood still.  Callie had been convinced she was about to have a heart attack.  Maybe a small part of her would have welcomed death at that moment.  It would have spared her from being utterly humiliated, at least.

The handsome billionaire had caught her spying on him during a very private moment!  To make matters worse, she had been
touching herself
while she’d watched him!  She felt like such a huge pervert, and she was
so
embarrassed!

She didn’t know how she was going to face him in the morning – or ever again, for that matter.

*****

“Oh, you’re up.”

Whirling around at the sound of Hunter’s voice, Callie pulled at the hem of her sundress self consciously.  When she laid eyes on him, it didn’t do much to set her at ease.  If anything, it only made her think even filthier, dirtier thoughts about him. 

Callie hadn’t thought it was possible for Hunter to look any sexier, but she had been mistaken.  As he walked into the downstairs kitchen from the beach, surfboard tucked under his muscular arm, she nearly swooned right there in front of the fridge.  He was tanned, toned and
shirtless
!

He smelled like the ocean, and there was a trace of sand on his cheek.  She found herself wanting to reach over and brush it off for him.  But then she remembered the horrors of the previous night and immediately clenched her fists at her sides.  It was clear from the expression on Hunter’s face that he was thinking about their awkward run-in, too.

“Look, about last night,” he began, biting his lower lip apprehensively.

She cut him off.  “I’m sorry for waking you up!” she blurted out.

His brow furrowed in confusion.  “Waking me up?”

“Yeah,” she nodded emphatically, as though trying to convince them both.  “Your eyes were shut when I walked in.  You were sleeping, weren’t you?  I mean, I wasn’t there for long.  I had only just gotten there!  And it was dark so I couldn’t see much.  But it looked like you were sleeping.”

“Um, yeah, that’s right,” he agreed gratefully.  “I was sleeping.  You made coffee?”

“I did!” Callie replied, glad to have a distraction.  “I was just about to have some.  Want some?  I haven’t quite tracked down where you keep your mugs.” 

“Oh, they’re over here,” Hunter replied, propping his surfboard against the wall and walking across the kitchen.  He reached into the cupboard above the sink and extracted two cups.  “Here you go.  You know, I think I’m going to go take a quick shower before I have my coffee.”

“Okay, have fun!” Callie responded without even thinking.  Then, when the implications of what she’d said occurred to her, she grimaced.  “I mean, uh...enjoy!  Um...I mean have a good time!”

Hunter gave her a perplexed look but said nothing.  As he walked out of the kitchen, Callie couldn’t help but check out his ass in the board shorts he was wearing.  It looked so squeezable.  It was the sort of ass she would love to grab onto whilst in the throes of passion – or at least she thought it was.

“You are so messed up,” she chastised herself before pouring a cup of coffee.  “Get a grip!”