Obsession and Surrender (The Billionaire's Temptation Book 7) (4 page)

Chapter 7

Lilly cursed Keane to a million hells as he pulled away from her, and yet she couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone more. On the verge of coming, she was frantic for him to fuck her, and it may have been a cursedly long time since she’d last been with him, but it was hard to forget just how good a lover he’d been—and he’d clearly only gotten better during the years they were apart.

She could taste herself on his lips and tongue as he covered her mouth in a bruising kiss, her hands reaching down between them to stroke his hard cock, everything about them frantic and frenzied. All logical thought was erased in an inferno of passion as she teetered on the edge of coming, desperate to have him even as he pushed his hard cock into her, forcing her body to stretch around his generous length. “Fuck, Lil…I love you.”

Pausing for just a moment, he gave her body a chance to adjust to the intrusion, and then started fucking her as she held onto him, helpless to do anything but wrap her legs around him and give in to everything he could offer her. Swallowing her needy moans with his hungry kisses, he continued to take her, one hand fisting her hair, and his other hand gripping her ass so he could pin her in place as he drove into her.

He took her rough and hard, claiming her, marking her as his, down to the marrow of her bones, her orgasm crashing over her, though he didn’t slow—not until he, too, was coming with a primal grunt, his cock pulsing his hot cum deep inside her as she clung to him.

They stayed there, locked together as their breathing eventually slowed back to normal, his head bent to hers as he covered her face in tender kisses, making her heart hitch.
What the hell had she just done?

She tried not to panic. Tried to tell herself that it didn’t mean anything, that it was just sex, and she’d been desperate because the only sex she’d had in years needed batteries or a recharge. Yet how could she not panic when his cock was still inside her, and his hot cum was slowly slipping out of her and onto her ass cheeks?

“I love you, Lilly…” He kissed her once more, even as his cock slid free of her body, though he’d yet to let her go.

Her heart was racing with a sudden panic and it felt like she could barely take a breath. “We shouldn’t have done that. What the hell was I thinking?”

She tried to push him away, even as he held onto her, trying to calm her as he would a skittish animal. “Hush, love… It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, Keane.” She pushed herself off the table, forcing him to give her some room. He zipped up his jeans as she grabbed her clothes up off the floor and held them to her, suddenly feeling far too naked. “Could you please turn around?”

He let out a frustrated sigh, but did as she asked so she could quickly get herself dressed, though each movement only served to remind her that he’d taken her hard—and she’d fucking loved every moment of it.

“Lil…” He turned back around, but when he took a step toward her, she took a step back, needing to keep some distance between them.

“I think I should go, Keane. I appreciate your help, but it was a mistake for me to come here.” She could stay at a hotel until the cops found Sirius. Or hire Hadley herself to find him. But staying with Keane clearly wasn’t an option when it had taken him less than twenty-four hours to have her coming in his arms as he fucked her.

“Woman, there’s no fucking way you’re going anywhere—not when you have a psychotic stalker who’s obsessed with you.” He took a step closer, forcing her to back up to the table. “Was it really so bad? That you’d rather take your chances with Sirius than be with me?”

“It was fucking amazing, Keane. Is that what you want to hear? That you’re the best lay I’ve ever had? Well, fine. You are. But it doesn’t change anything.” Damn him. He was infuriating—and the most stubborn and determined man she’d ever met.

“How can it not change things?” Closing the distance between them, he cupped her cheek, so she couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “But if you need more time, then I’m happy to give it to you—as long as you stop trying to push me away.”

Her eyes narrowed as she took him in, fully aware that he was twisting things around to his benefit. She wasn’t an idiot—and it may have been seven years since they were last together, but she could still read him like an open book. “Well, stop trying to pick up where we left off, and I won’t have to keep pushing you away.”

“Is that what you really want, though? Because I honestly don’t think it is.” With a seductive smile slipping onto his pouty lips, he gave her a smoldering look that played up just how sexy he was, her body’s reaction to him immediate in a clear betrayal of what her heart and head were saying. Now that she’d been reminded of what it was like to be on the receiving end of Keane’s attention and his magnificent cock, her body most certainly wanted a hell of a lot more, especially when she had more than a few memories to remind her of all he was capable of.

“What I really want is to not get my heart broken again, and to find Sirius so I can get back to living my life. I have deadlines and books I need to write, and my schedule is too tight to fit in this sort of nonsense. I don’t have the time or the energy to keep rehashing our past.” Because he’d already proved that she couldn’t resist him if she let him get too close.

“Well, I hate to tell you this, but I can’t guarantee that it won’t take some time to find Sirius, depending on how well he’s managed to cover his tracks.” He was right…she knew that, and yet she couldn’t help but panic on the inside. “I swear I’ll keep you safe, Lilly—but I can’t do that if you leave.”

“It’s not like I have anywhere else to go—and I do appreciate your help and letting me stay here. It’s just that…” It was all so overwhelming. Most of her days were spent living inside her own head, in the worlds she created, in scenarios she got to control. A world that was safe, where she couldn’t get hurt.

“You don’t need to explain. I know this hasn’t been easy on you.” When he knotted his fingers with hers and pulled her close, she let him, even if she knew it was dangerous to let him in. “Lil, I want you to do whatever you need to do to make this place feel like home. And I understand that you need to work. Just let me know what you need—an office, a desk…there’s a sunroom that looks out into the woods.”

“Honestly, I can write just about anywhere. I just need a comfortable spot to sit and my laptop.” Which he still had so he could adjust the settings.

She thought of the manuscript she was currently working on—a manuscript which was likely still open if he clicked on Word. The thought of him getting his hands on her books and reading her writing was enough to have her panicking on the inside.

“I’ll finish up with it then. We’ll also need to get you a different phone, on the off chance he’s somehow accessing it.” The thought of Sirius tracking her via her phone had her wanting to panic…but he cupped her cheek just as her heart started to race, and surprisingly enough, his touch helped to keep her calm. “It’ll be okay…I promise.”

For some reason, she actually believed him.

***

“Here you go, love. It should be all set.” Relief washed over Lilly as Keane handed over her laptop.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” She sat down next to him, holding her laptop to her chest, as if it would somehow protect her from Keane’s charms. And then he pushed his sleeves up, exposing his strong muscular forearms and the ink that marked his skin, and she swore she felt her heart catch and her pussy ache for him. She tilted her chin toward his arms. Somehow, she’d missed them earlier while he’d had her half naked on the table. Must have been the distraction of his hard cock pounding into her. “Those are new.”

“Got them done a few years back. Along with these…” He pulled his long-sleeved tee up over his head, exposing enough muscles, skin, and ink to have her gasping as he sat there by her side, naked from the waist up. His smile kicked up as he watched her and the effect he’d just had on her. “What do you think, baby girl? Do you like them?”

Fucking hell…the man was smoking hot. His ink extended up his arms, over his broad shoulders, and down his muscular back, like some tattooed god that most certainly could be the lead man in any of her books—
as if he wasn’t already
. “Put your shirt back on, Keane.”

But he didn’t. Instead, he took her laptop from her and set it aside, before grabbing her hand and reeling her in. And she went, damn it, straddling him as he took control, lifting her onto his lap. It was as if she couldn’t resist him, like he was some Pied Piper of sex and orgasms, and she couldn’t help but fall under his spell.

“Babe…” He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh with a delicious flicker of pain as he pulled her to him so her pussy rode up the length of his cock, teasing her swollen clit as her hands rested on his muscular chest, his skin hot under the palm of her hand. “I swear, I won’t ever get my fill of you. I could have you a million times over and it’d never be enough. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“And you’re good at telling a girl what she wants to hear.” Lilly slipped her arms around his neck, rocking her hips against him out of sheer need and desperation, his bare skin hot to the touch as she resisted the urge to run her fingers over his tattoos and ripped muscles. “I’m not a fool, Keane.”

“You are if you think those are words I’ve ever spoken to anyone but you—just like I’ve never told anyone but you that I love them.” When he caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, she knew she was in trouble. If she didn’t climb off his lap, he’d be fucking her again in no time at all.

She broke away from their kiss, determined to put some distance between them, even as he tightened his hold on her. “This is not happening again, Keane.”

“Are you sure about that?” He nipped at her jaw and her neck even as he spoke, his words dancing over her skin. “Because from where I’m sitting, you want me just as much as I want you.”

All she could do was try to bite back her moans, her hips riding along his rock-hard length as if of their own volition. His hands skimmed up her waist to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples to spur her on, and leaving her head spinning. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Is it wrong that I want to give you pleasure? That I want to make you come so hard you can’t help but scream out my name?” He leaned in and bit her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, forcing her to swallow her cries. Already, he had her on the verge of coming, and she was still fully clothed. “You’re mine, Lilly…you always have been—just like I’ve always been yours. No matter how much time passes, that will always be the truth between us.”

“Except that there’s another layer of truth that you’re choosing to ignore—which is the whole reason we split up to begin with.” Coming to her senses, she pulled free of him and hopped off his lap, so she stood there, doing her best to ignore his hard abs, inked body, and how desperately she wanted him to just fuck her, to bend her over and ride her hard, to have her screaming out his name.

Getting to his feet, he stalked toward her, looking at her like he was a wild animal and she was his prey. “I’m not ignoring it, Lil—but that was a long time ago, and I’m not going to let it keep me from being happy. Not when we finally have a chance to move past it. Because this thing between us is far from over, and right now, I can’t think past wanting you. And I do want you, baby girl…desperately.”

He shifted his jeans and briefs down over his hips, and kicked them off so she could do nothing but stare at his huge erection. With a sultry smile on his lips, he stood before her naked, in all his glory, wrapping his fist around his cock and stroking himself, all while his gaze roamed over her body, taking her in, head to toe.

“Are you jerking off to me?”
He was unbelievable.

He gave her a cocky shrug. “Well, if you’d rather come over here and suck me off, that’d work too, babe.”

Chapter 8

Keane knew he was being an ass, but he just couldn’t resist riling Lilly. And turned on as she’d gotten him, there was no way he wasn’t going to go in search of some relief.

“You have got to be kidding me, Keane. Really? You’re just going to jerk off with me watching you?” Lilly stood there with her hands on her hips, her long auburn hair tossed over her shoulder, and an irresistible fire in her eyes, even as he stroked himself, his hips thrusting his cock through his fist, while he slowly closed the distance between them.

“If either one of us has any hope of getting any work done, then it’s not going to happen if I’m sporting the raging hard-on you’ve left me with. So you can either come over here and not let a good erection go to waste, or I’ll literally take matters into my own hands. Up to you, sweetness.” At least he was being honest with her, though if she didn’t hurry up and figure out what she wanted, the decision would be made for them.

“And what if I just want to watch as you get yourself off?” She licked her lips as if unable to help herself, and it made him want to put that pretty little mouth of hers to good use.

“Then sit back and enjoy the show, babe.” Gripping her hip, he backed her up against the sofa, sitting her down with a gentle push, before kicking her knees apart so he could stand between them, trying to keep his pace steady. “And by all means, if you want to get yourself off while you watch, then all the better.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Though she glared at him, he swore she was thinking about it.

“What I’d like is to fuck you again—and again, and again…” His pace was quickening, and he swore it took all he had to hold back his orgasm. Somehow, he wasn’t sure that coming all over Lilly would endear him to her. “What do you say, babe? Don’t suppose you’d like to oblige me?”

She was all but squirming in her seat, and he knew that she was likely wet for him, and aching to be taken. “You’re too used to getting your way, Keane.”

“If that were the case, then you’d have your lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me off as I fist your hair. You were always so fucking amazing, Lil…I’ve missed you…and I’m not just talking about the amazing sex…that amazing mouth of yours.” Though, fuck…she was always his only thought: his memories of her, of their time together, the only things that had sustained him over their years apart.

“You know…I write crazy, sexy, over-the-top sex scenes for a living, and never in a million years would I have written this.” She was clearly aiming for a stern and scolding look, but her skin was so flushed, and her nipples were so hard against her tee that he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her.

“Then maybe we need to push the limits of your imagination.” When he caught her mouth once more, her fingers wrapped around his cock, their kiss deepening as she stroked him.

Fuck…he wasn’t going to last. Needing her naked, he yanked her tee over her head, pulling away from her only as long as necessary, not wanting to give her any time to overthink things. A flick of the clasp, and he added her bra to the growing pile of discarded clothing, before moving on to her jeans as he wrapped his lips around her pert nipple and sucked on it. A hard yank had them slipping off past her hips, her panties needing a little more help, so she was finally naked before him.

He had to take a moment just to look at her, to catch his breath and slow his racing heart. She was so fucking perfect, with her creamy white skin and long dark hair, her full red lips and intelligent green eyes. “You’re such a vision, Lilly.”

And then, he couldn’t wait a moment longer. Grabbing her hips, he flipped her onto her knees, her elbows propped against the back of the sofa, knowing she often liked it when he’d take her like this, riding her rough from behind so she could think of nothing but their bodies coming together, their coupling all-consuming.

He thought about a condom, but he’d already taken her bare earlier, knowing he was clean since he’d never gone bare with anyone but her, and trusting that she was also. She could get pregnant, but he doubted she’d leave that to chance, and frankly, he was fine with that. He meant it when he said he loved her. He wanted a life with her, wanted to marry her, wanted a family.

Grabbing his cock, he brushed it against her opening, and then buried it inside her, her body tight around his as he forced her to take all of him, thrust after thrust. He lowered his chest to her back, wrapping her in his arms so she was pinned to him as he took her, nuzzling her with his mouth at her ear. “This is what you want…isn’t it, love?”

“Fuck…yes…”
The need in her voice was nearly his undoing.

He drove into her, as one hand closed around her throat, gently squeezing as the other hand slipped down between her legs, her clit slick and swollen as he teased her, already so close to coming. He knew her as if she were his very soul…knew what she liked, knew what turned her on, what did her in…and he would happily lay the moon and stars at her feet. “That’s my good girl. I know you’ve missed me…missed me fucking you, claiming you…because you’re mine, Lilly. You always have been.”

“I hate you, Keane…even if I still fucking love you.” His heart soared as he bit her neck, his pace punishing as she came undone in his arms and cried out his name, her body quivering, held tight in his embrace. And then he was coming along with her, his orgasm like a raging storm as he finally stilled but for his cock pulsing his hot cum deep inside her, marking her as his once more.

Slowly pulling out of her, he sat down on the sofa next to her, and gathered her up in his arms, cradling her in his lap, desperate to keep her close. “I love you, Lilly…”

“Why do you do this to me?” Her emotions were riding so close to the surface, and it killed him that he was the one who’d caused such damage, caused her so much pain.

He ran his hands over her hair and kissed the top of her head as she nestled in his arms. “It’s because I can’t fucking bear another day without you in my life. So I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back—even if it means coming across as a jerk. And I get that you need more time to come around, which is fine—as long as you finally do.”

“And if I don’t?” She pulled away just enough to look at him.

“I’ll give you whatever time you need—but I’m not letting you walk away from me, from us. I get that you still don’t trust me, that it’ll take time, and that’s fine too.” He stole a sweet and tender kiss, needing to reinforce the connection between them. “Take all the time you need. And in the meantime, I promise to make you come so hard and so often, your body will crave me every time we part, crave my touch, crave all the things I do to you.”

She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “So you expect us to just keep sleeping together until I learn to trust you.”

“Sleep?” He gave her a shrug and a teasing smile, knowing she’d murder him someday. “I suppose we can do that too.”

***

Keane couldn’t help but glance over at Lilly as she sat there curled up on the sofa working, her fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop as she wrote her next novel. Wrapping up with his own work, curiosity had gotten the better of him, and before he knew it, he’d downloaded every book Lilly had up for sale—and there were a lot of them. Over twenty-five titles, that went from racy to erotic, if the covers, titles, and descriptions were anything to go by.
The Billionaire’s Feisty Submissive. Claimed by Her Werewolf Lover. The Dom Meets His Match. Seducing His Secretary
. The titles went on and on.

He picked her most recent series, which had five books already available, with the sixth book up for her readers to pre-order. And she wasn’t kidding about her deadlines. Her latest book—the one she was writing on his sofa—was coming out in just a few months’ time.

She’d probably murder him if she found out he was reading her novels—not that it was going to stop him. And just a few sentences in, he could see why her novels were so popular. Though it wasn’t the sort of books he normally read, her writing had its own voice and style, and the pace was quick, not getting too bogged down with over-describing things or giving readers too much information they didn’t really need. She was drawing him in with a smart and feisty heroine, and a guy who…sounded a lot like him, except for the small fact that her hero was a motorcycle-riding werewolf.

He read on, enjoying how she didn’t just give the woman’s viewpoint, but also the guy’s. Although some things were clearly a bit far-fetched, given that it was fiction and a bit of escapism, she had weaved herself a pretty exciting tale.

And then he got to the first sex scene
…