GRAEME UNCAGED: Part One (Taming the Billionaire Book 2) (13 page)

“What I feel for you makes me happy...”

Now his lips were trailing down, between her breasts, with soft, gentle kisses, and now they were teasing the pink tips of her breasts, first one, and then the other, licking, flicking, sucking, tiny nips, now pulling on her nipples, pulling, making them longer as he loved to do, as she loved him to do...

“Very happy...happier than I knew I could feel...and every time we make love, I feel joy.”

Now his mouth was ravaging those breasts, taking in as much as he could, sucking hard, and his knees were forcing her legs further apart, and the quivers were building in her belly.

Olivia felt as if she was going to explode...she could feel her arousal racing through her.

“Graeme...Sir...” she gasped. “Oh...”

“No, ‘Livi, not yet,” he told her, and his mouth stilled, and her quivers faded.

He was kissing her belly now, softly, stroking it reverently. “Our child,” he told her, his eyes shining. “Our son or daughter, made by us...it’s growing bigger now, ‘Livi.”

“Our baby,” she breathed.

He sat back on his haunches.

His hands were stroking her thighs now, from her knees up, up, almost touching where she wanted him so desperately to touch.

Almost, and then he stroked down, down, toward he knees again.

“So you see, kitten, when you make me this happy, I know that I’ll never love anyone else either.”

He brought his head down and kissed her belly again, from hip to hip, with tiny, tiny nipping kisses, and then his head was between her thighs, and he was licking her along her sex, and it was so erotic. She arched her back, to force more of her into his mouth.

“Keep still, baby, I’m in control here, and I want you still, very still...” and his fingers were holding her apart now, and his tongue was flicking at her clit, and then it was lapping her juices...

“Oh, kitten, you taste different now that you’re pregnant...and l love your taste.

“I can’t get enough of it, ‘Livi, can’t get enough of it...”

“Don’t stop, Graeme, please don’t stop…don’t stop, you’re taking me to heaven!”

He was holding her engorged lips further apart and his tongue was deeper than it had ever been, he was darting in and out, licking and sucking and flicking and she was ready to explode...

He pulled his head up, and smiled at her.

“Not yet, Olivia. I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet, kitten.”

She felt him slide into her then, just an inch, and she moaned, waiting for him to fill her. But he stilled, teasing her, and pulled out again...

Olivia bit her lip. This was almost torture, this game that Graeme loved.

“Want some more, ‘Livi? Want a little more of this cock that rules your life?”

“Please, Sir, please...”

He entered her again, two inches this time. “Is that better, ‘Livi? Do you like that better?”

“Please, Sir, please...more...please...”

“I like you begging for my cock, Olivia, I like it a lot...beg some more...” and he pulled out, almost out, hovering at her entrance.

“Please, Sir, please fill me...please...”

“Just a little more then, ‘Livi, just a little more.” He slowly entered her again, three inches, then he was out again, at her entrance...”Oh, baby, this is so much fun...but now I think I’m tired of this game, and I think you need
this
...don’t you, baby?”

He drove his full nine inches fiercely into her depths and she screamed with pleasure.

“Oh yes, oh my, ohmy Ohmygod, oh my god, Graeme, I love you I love you I love you...”

“I know you love me, Olivia, and I love you loving me...” and he thrust hard and deep, faster and faster...

“You can come, my wife, come around my cock, come around your husband’s cock, come now, baby!”

He thrust again, and exploded inside her as she convulsed around him, and their pleasure went on and on and never seemed to stop...

“Oh, ‘Livi, I love you...”

Later, after he’d found the key and opened the cuffs, and rubbed her wrists, and they lay, legs tangled together, her head on his shoulder, he smiled down at her.

“We smell of sex...”

“We do.”

“Great smell, sex...

“It is.”

The fell asleep, entwined, with Graeme’s hand on his wife’s swelling belly, as it was every night.

ELEVEN

Tuesday morning, ten o’clock.

Glen Palmer walked into Graeme’s office ready to sign his lucrative new contract.

He’d had to get up at five a.m. to catch a commercial flight from Geneva and he hated to get up early. Well, that would change once he was Vice-Chairman. He’d just order the Bank’s jet to take him wherever he wanted to go.

Rose brought tea for three. The connecting door opened and Sir David Browning joined them.

“Glen, we need to talk to you about this position,” said Graeme.

“I’m sure that we’ve included everything in the contract,” smirked Glen.

He could hardly wait to put pen to paper. This would be the most lucrative position he’d ever held. The remuneration and benefits package he’d negotiated would look after his foreseeable future very nicely, thank you very much. He was sure he could put up with Graeme’s stuffy adherence to rules and regulations for three years anyway.

Glen’s ex-wife had finally agreed to a divorce after years of separation, but the settlement had severely depleted his fortune. Never mind, Three Million a year plus bonuses and pension contributions would greatly assist in rebuilding his assets.

“Yes well, we’ve actually been looking at something else over the weekend, Glen. We need to you to fill a different role for the next two years for us.”

Glen frowned
.

Had he upset Graeme that much over Francine?  Nah, of course not.

“I don’t understand, Graeme.”

Sir David allowed himself the glimmer of a smile at Glen’s discomfort.

“It seems Graeme here may have made a slight error last Tuesday. Rare of him to do this, I know, Glen, but...”

Glen looked from one to another.

“You haven’t given the position to somebody else have you?”

Graeme smiled grimly.

“Not yet, and not unless you agree to what I have to present to you...”

“What do you mean, cousin?”

“I bought another bank on Tuesday, Glen. The Banco Madriata Velazquez, from my future son-in-law, Rodriguez Velaquado. You may have read the tabloids? He’s doing the right thing and marrying Louisa as soon as her marriage to William is dissolved. It appears the two of them have been having an affair and the baby is his, not William’s.”

“I’ve been in Geneva for the last week with Francine, so I haven’t seen the English papers. But that’s a surprise.”

“Well, it’s been on television and in the papers here and in Espagnolia and Spain. He’s sixth or seventh in line for the Throne of Espagnolia, Prince of Iberia, and his ex-wife had spread rumours as to his virility and hinted he swings the other way, so the fact that he’s fathered Louisa’s son has attracted a great deal of attention over there. Anyway, he offered me the Bank and I thought I was buying it at a great price, so we jumped at it. However...”

“However?”

“It is the most antiquated operation I’ve ever purchased. Worse even than the Irish Merchant’s Bank in Belfast.”

Glen smiled. This was a situation he could tweak to his own advantage…

“So you need me to bring it into the twenty first century?”

“Uncle David and I have racked our brains how to accomplish this, and we keep coming to the same conclusion. You’re the only man we’d trust with the job,” said Graeme. 

“The Espagnolian economy is so bad right now, we need to tread very carefully, or we could have a Hundred Million Euro loss on our hands,” said Sir David. 

“Like the Belfast operation, we’ve found the Banco Madriata Velazquez has inordinately large property holdings for its size,” added Graeme. “There are only twelve branches in Espagnolia and two in Spain. We think we need to open at least another twelve or fifteen to make the bank viable. Open a couple more in Spain and one or two in Portugal, perhaps Monte Carlo as well. Keep it regional, we think, Expand the mortgage department, strengthen the trust department, etcetera, etcetera.”

“So you want me to go in and straighten it out?” Glen smiled.

This  was exactly the typeof challenge he loved, high profile, international, and as an added benefit, he’d be in a warm climate for a couple of years .

“What we were thinking is this.... We’ll appoint you President of the Banco Madriata Velazquez and have you carry out the reorganization,” said Sir David.

“We’ll put all the trading under the direct control of John Taylor so all you have to worry about is the administration and modernization. We’ve done that in most of our foreign holdings,” lied Graeme smoothly.

“Makes sense, that’s not my area. Never been involved much in trading,” agreed Glen, not realizing how much control his cousin had just taken away from the position.

Sir David nodded.

“That’s what we thought, Glen. We can promote Michael Wilde from our Mergers and Acquisition  Department up to Vice-Chair on a two or three year contract, he’ll be ready to retire then. We’ll give you the same compensation package we negotiated of course, and when you’ve finished the job – ”

“—Michael will be ready to step down and make way for me,” Glen interrupted. 

“I don’t even have to think about it. I’d love the challenge,” he smirked.

“There is a penthouse apartment in Madriata that we can provide as well, I haven’t seen it, but Rodriguez owns it and says it is spectacular,” said Sir David.

“A penthouse, that sounds as if it would suit me.”

“He’s surprised he didn’t have to give it to Maria Isabella, she’d just had it totally redecorated before the annulment. He’s giving us a five year lease for peanuts, and the bank also will pick up a lease on a weekend place of your choosing along the coast of Spain or France if you’d like...” added Graeme.

“Well, it isn’t the contract I’d expected to sign this morning, but given you
are
matching the compensation details of the Vice-Chairman’s position, I’ll certainly take on the Espagnolian situation. I spent six months in Barcelona four years ago in a consulting capacity with the largest Spanish banking group, so of course I speak the language fluently, and Espagnolia’s official language is Spanish, since they were part of Spain for sixty years or so.

“I’m not sure that Francine will want to move to Madriata, though. She was very excited at the thought of London, but between us, gentlemen, I wondered briefly if the attraction was being with me or the city itself.”

“Mmmm,” murmured Sir David. “I wonder about that myself. You’ve only been together a few weeks, and she does have that rather nice townhouse in Geneva – the one Graeme gave her as a break-up present. I thought at the time he was overly generous, and she has been trying for the last ten months to pique his interest again….”

Glen gave the Chairman a sharp look.

“Oh, I think my various talents have a great deal of attraction for Francine.”

Sir David smiled.

He’d dig it in, get back at Glen for that henpecked remark he’d used to taunt Graeme. 

“Not saying they don’t, Glen. I’m sure she’s very impressed with all your manly talents and is thrilled to be your submissive, but knowing the woman, by now she has determined that your fortune is not nearly the size of Graeme’s, especially since your divorce was finally settled.

“Still, as long as you maintain her in the manner Graeme made her accustomed, you will have a loyal and devoted companion.”

“Yes, well...if she doesn’t want to come to Madriata, I’m sure we can spend weekends together. I’ll be very busy with this assignment by the look of it.”

Graeme and Sir David smiled at each other.

“You will be, Glen,” agreed Graeme. “I estimate this as a two to three year project. I’m sure your first six months will be spent formulating the fix.”

Glen nodded.

“I’ll need at least that long to assess the banking market in Espagnolia, see what we have to do to be competitive, what properties I can sell off to help fund the upgrades, what we should hold onto, and get a handle on the talent that’s  employed by my bank now.

“Luckily when I was in Barcelona, I did make a number of very useful contacts in the regulatory sector...which will make things easier for us since Espagnolia just copied Spain’s banking code when they seceded.

“So, give the enormity of the task you’re assigning me, I think a three year term on this new contract would be wise.”

“Excellent. Thank you so much for stepping in and taking on this challenge. It never hurts for the worldwide financial community to know you are capable of such a large project, does it?” said Sir David blandly.