Going Down Easy (Billionaire Bad Boys) (14 page)

K
ade used the
time during the ride back to his place to get his breathing—and his cock—under control. He knew Lexie was sweet. He just hadn’t known how much he’d enjoy giving her pleasure and not worrying about his own. He’d needed to hear what she desired. He hadn’t wanted her frustrated, but he did need her begging for something only he could give. She hadn’t disappointed him.

He hoped she never would.

He kept an arm around her after they left the car and made their way to his apartment. Inside, they each kicked off their shoes. Once they were comfortable, he offered her food because, as he’d pointed out, they’d skipped dinner.

She declined. Instead, she pushed him back against the wall and began fumbling with his pants, her need apparently not sated by what he hoped was just the first of many orgasms tonight.

She pushed his slacks down his hips, taking his boxer briefs along with them. He kicked them aside. She gripped his cock in her small hand, gliding her hand down his shaft, tightening at the base before she slid up again, only to swipe at the pre-come pooling at the tip.

He saw stars behind his eyes, need pounding at him, his balls tight against his body.

“Condoms are in the bedroom,” he told her.

In reply, she sank to her knees.

Holy fuck
.

That, he hadn’t expected.

She didn’t hesitate either. She slid her mouth over his cock, slowly but surely, enclosing him in wet heat. One hand gripping him, she began to suck, pulling him deep and easing off, teasing him with her tongue and sliding back and forth along his shaft.

His hands came to her head, and he began to pump his hips, taking care not to push too hard too fast. He didn’t need to worry. She picked up a perfect rhythm on her own, working his cock, doing exactly what he liked, reading him as if they’d been together for a while.

His balls ached, and he was seconds away from coming, so he pulled back, easing out of her eager mouth. “No fucking way am I coming this first time without being buried in your pussy.”

Her eyes glazed over, and she nodded in eager agreement. He placed an arm beneath her elbow and helped her up. Grasping her hand, he pulled her to the bedroom, where his large king-size bed waited.

As if choreographed, she turned, and he knew to unzip her dress, exposing the long lines of her back before letting the garment fall to the floor. He traced a finger down her spine and she shivered. He then pulled her underwear down, kneeling so she could step out of them.

He couldn’t resist cupping one soft globe of her ass in his hand, squeezing tight. She moaned, turning toward him, bringing him face-to-face with her luscious rounded breasts and darkened nipples, already tight with desire. A glance lower and he saw her neatly trimmed pussy, glistening with need.

“Beautiful,” he said, referring to the whole package, as he undid the cuffs on his shirt.

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t duck in embarrassment. She merely reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt, unfastening each one until she slid the garment to the floor.

He stripped off the rest of his clothes. “Come on,” he said gruffly, pulling her onto the bed along with him.

He paused to pull a condom from the nightstand and roll it onto his aching member. Then, knowing he couldn’t brace both hands on the mattress with his bad hand, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She braced her legs on either side of his hips and settled herself above his straining cock.

“I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on you,” he admitted, surprising himself.

An appreciative smile lifted her lips. “Same here.” She met his gaze, her eyes a smoky blue as she slowly lowered herself onto his thick, straining erection.

“Come on, you can take me.”

She let out a husky laugh. “Umm … you’re bigger than I imagined.” She blushed and settled herself onto him completely, taking him to a heaven he’d never thought existed.

Her inner walls cushioned him tight in moist heat, a perfect fit. Before he could think, she started to move, gliding up and down on his shaft. He couldn’t breathe, could only get lost in the perfection he found inside her body.

Needing to touch her, he grasped her hip with one hand, holding on as she rode him, her hot sheath clasping around him. Up and down, grinding as their bodies collided, meshing together, melding. Heat flooded him, and his heart pumped hard inside his chest, his body close to soaring.

“Not coming without you,” he said, holding back despite the blood boiling in his veins.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, sweet satisfaction on her face.

He glanced down, his gaze taking in his cock, slick with her arousal, being swallowed up by her body.

“Again,” he muttered, entranced by the sight.

She bit down on her lower lip and pushed herself up, revealing his long length before she dropped down on him once more. “Oh God, I’m close.”

Her words took him by surprise, inflaming his need even more. “Then come,” he ordered.

At his command, she clenched her thighs tighter and pitched forward, her pubic bone hitting his. She cried out, the beginning of her orgasm crashing over her, and she rocked harder, grasping his wrist, holding on as she rode out the waves. He watched her, a vision as her breasts bounced and her body trembled, all for him.

“Kade!” His name on her lips triggered his release, and he came harder than ever, his entire body overcome by swells of ecstasy the likes of which he’d never known.

*     *     *

Lexie sat in
bed with Kade, eating freshly delivered pizza right out of the box. For a man who liked his desk immaculate and his closet hangers just so, she was surprised he didn’t mind the crumbs in his bed. She was equally surprised by how at ease she felt with him
after
. He’d helped her off him, accompanied her to the bathroom to clean up, where they’d ended up sharing a fast shower, quick only because their stomachs were growling from the lack of sustenance all evening.

He’d lent her a tee shirt, declined her offer to leave, which she had to admit set her heart fluttering again. As if the amazing orgasms he’d given her in the car and in his bed, weren’t enough to have her smiling wide.

“I love cheesy pizza,” she said, placing the crust down and wiping her fingers on a napkin. The garlicky scent smelled like heaven to her.

“Me too.” He grabbed a napkin of his own.

She glanced over. His hair was a mess, but he was the sexiest thing she’d ever laid eyes on. “You know, I’m surprised you don’t mind … the mess.” She gestured to the box and balled up napkins.

He stilled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“No. I need to explain.” He threw all the garbage into the box and placed the cardboard onto the floor before turning back to her. “Where do I begin?”

She curled her legs beneath her and clasped his hand in hers. “Wherever you’re comfortable. I’m listening.”

He ducked his head, not meeting her gaze as he began to speak. “I wasn’t the easiest child, and I mean that seriously as well as literally.”

“Geniuses rarely are,” she said, hoping to lighten the moment.

His mouth lifted, and she caught sight of the dimple she thought was so hot.

“The thing is, my mother didn’t think I was smart. She didn’t think I was anything but an annoyance she didn’t want to deal with.”

She gasped, unable to hold back her horrified reaction.

A muscle worked in his jaw as he spoke, and suddenly she hated a woman she’d never even met.

“It’s okay. I’ve accepted it.” His laugh was harsh. “Anyway, you saw the picture of my brother, right?”

“Yeah.” She held her breath, grateful for the information he’d chosen to share.

“Jeffrey. He’s younger than me, and he was so much easier. Your golden child.”

“There’s no such thing,” she said softly, still holding his hand in hers.

“Tell that to her.” His body jerked inadvertently. “Apparently I came into the world with colic, and it went downhill from there.” He breathed more heavily now, the admission obviously painful. “I had problems in school, difficulties making friends, trouble concentrating, and then there’s anxiety. None of which was diagnosed back then. So she constantly told me I was a pain in the ass, that she wished I was more like my brother, and in the end, she chose Jeffrey.”

Lexie narrowed her gaze. “How so?”

“My parents divorced … and my loving mother took my brother and moved to England, never to be heard from again.”

“Oh, Kade.” No wonder he’d reacted so strongly when he’d found her with the photo.

“You know the strange thing? I never resented Jeffrey. Not once. I looked up to him.”

“I’m sure he felt the same way about you.”

Kade shrugged. “I’ll never know.”

“Have you ever reached out?” she asked.

“No. I wasn’t about to set myself up for rejection.”

More rejection, she thought, grasping his hand harder. She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

“But back to what you asked me, about the pizza and the mess?”

She waved away the question. It no longer mattered, in light of everything else.

“The answer is, I don’t know. I can’t control what my brain chooses to obsess over. And the medicine I take helps a lot. So did the CBT sessions.”

“CBT?”

“Cognitive behavioral therapy. It helps solve problems and change thinking patterns.” He shrugged, jerking out of her grasp, obviously embarrassed.

“Don’t pull away from me.”

“You should go.” He rose from the bed. He wore only a pair of track pants, and his bare chest heaved heavily as he breathed. “You will eventually. Might as well—”

“No.” Instead of being insulted, she understood. Enough people had left her for her to recognize the same fear in him.

She climbed out of bed. Coming up beside him, she placed a hand on his shoulder, the muscles hard and tense beneath her palm.

“Don’t assume I’m like everyone else you know or might have been with, because that’s just insulting.” This was no time to get into her history or her past. All he needed to know now was that she wouldn’t run away just because he didn’t fit some cookie-cutter mold. “You can’t scare me off,” she informed him.

He spun back around. “No?” he asked, admiration in his tone, appreciation in his gaze.

“No.” She rocked back on her heels so she could look up and better meet his gaze.

He shook his head and smiled, all the tension leaving his body in a rush of air. “You, Lexie Parker, are something else.”

She grinned, pleased she’d broken through his barriers and gotten through to him. “Yeah?” she asked.

“Yeah. The question is, what am I going to do with you?”

“I can think of a few things.” She waggled her eyebrows before lifting the hem of his shirt and pulling it over her head.

And those were the last words spoken for a good, long while.

*     *     *

Kade woke up
to the sun streaming through his window and a warm, soft body beside him in bed.

Lexie.

He didn’t typically have women over. Sex? Yes. At their place, not his. He didn’t like his privacy invaded, and he loathed the awkward mornings after. Something he hadn’t given a thought when he’d taken Lexie home with him or when they had finally passed out from exhaustion last night. Or should he say from exertion?

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so relaxed or complete. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself or assume too much. Nor did he want to overthink the way he’d spilled his guts last night. It wasn’t his finest moment, yet she hadn’t flinched, except to be outraged on his behalf, which he had to admit had made him feel good.

So he decided to begin the day the same way they’d ended last night. He rolled her onto her back and tossed the covers aside. Starting at her jaw, he kissed her, working his way down her body. He licked at her jaw, slid his tongue down her neck, and nipped at her collarbone.

She moaned, obviously awake. “Good morning,” he said, lapping at the soft skin of first one breast, then the other.

“Good morn—Aah!” Her words turned to a moan when he latched his mouth around her nipple and began to tease her with his tongue and teeth. She grasped his head, keeping him tight against her chest while she writhed and moaned beneath him.

His cock pressed hard against her thigh, aching and painful, needing release. But he wasn’t focused on himself.

“Kade,” she murmured.

“Hmm?”

“I want to taste you too,” she said, reaching for his dick.

He raised himself up on one arm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said, eyes glazed with desire.

He shifted positions so his head was level with her sweet pussy and his cock was near her mouth. He swiped his tongue across her clit, and she arched into him, but she also gripped his shaft in one hand and licked the head, coating him in moist heat.

“Fuck.” It was his turn to groan.

She pulled him into her mouth, and stars flickered behind his eyes. It was all he could do not to thrust deep and hit the back of her throat, to keep pumping until he came. But he managed to hold back and instead retain his focus on her, sliding his tongue over her sex and nipping at her with his teeth.

She bucked, her hips thrusting forward. He grasped her thigh, holding on as he devoured her, doing his damnedest to deal with the heat and rising tide of desire flooding his body while making sure she came first.

He nudged his nose into her sex, her scent intoxicating, her taste delicious. Addicting. She pumped his shaft, her hand tight around the base, his balls drawing up tight.

Without warning, she stilled, then began to tremble, shake, and moan around his cock. The vibrations set off his own orgasm, and before he could warn her, he came hard and fast, waves of unbelievable pleasure washing over him, pulling him further under her spell.

*     *     *

The two weeks
after the gala were like living a dream. Their photograph showed up on Page Six of the
New York Post
, online and in print, something Lexie wasn’t used to at all. She actually clipped the picture as a memento of a special night they’d shared and tucked it away in her dresser drawer.