One Night With the Billionaire: Book One (4 page)

Amazing.
 

Her dress is low-cut, dipping down between her full breasts. The skirt is short and swishy, flaring out from her slender waist. She’s wearing high heels with straps that wind their way up her long, long legs, which are tanned and toned. Jason can’t wait to explore the silky smoothness of the insides of her thighs with his mouth, wants to know what her legs feel like when they’re wrapped around his hips.
 

“Hi,” Jason finally replies. He stands from his chair, and licks his lips as he gives her a long, appreciative look. He’s pretty sure he made what he wants from her very clear, but just in case she didn’t get the message earlier, he makes sure she gets it this time. He steps out from behind his desk and says, “You’re beautiful.”
 

A blush creeps up Kaia’s cheeks, and she smiles as she offers him a soft thank you.
 

“Come in,” he says, leaning in and pressing a kiss against her cheek as he quickly closes the door behind her. “I can tell that we’re going to be celebrating tonight, like I knew we would be.”
 

“We are. I aced it.”
 

Jason smiles. “I knew you would.”
 

“Thanks to you. And to this, which…well, I guess this is thanks to you, too.” Kaia holds out a large bag, and Jason takes it from her. The laptop is inside.
 

He pins her with an intense look, her eye wide.
 

“Don’t ever give someone else credit for work that you did,” he explains. “You came up with the designs, and you gave the presentation. You could’ve done that regardless of whether I loaned you a laptop. Especially since I was the one who broke it in the first place.”
 

Jason watches her throat constrict as she swallows.
 

“Okay,” she replies, her voice unsteady. She straightens her back, and looks him in the eyes. “I aced it. Because I’m awesome and good at my job.”
 

Laughter surges out of him. “You’re damn right. Now,” he says, taking a few steps over to the chair that sits in the corner of his office. “This is for you.”
 

Jason picks up the supple handles of the leather bag, and hands it over to Kaia.
 

“What’s this?” she asks with wide, beautiful eyes.
 

“Your new laptop. And something for you to carry it in, so you don’t have a repeat of this morning. The next guy you run into might not be so nice,” he teases.
 

Kaia slides her fingers along the edge of the bag, the slowly slides the zipper back and pulls out the laptop.
 

“Oh wow,” she breathes. “This is so much nicer than mine.” She bites her lip as she looks at the machine, then slides it back inside the bag. “I can’t accept this.”
 

Jason expected this would happen, and he holds up his hands. “You can, and you will. I firmly believe that when you break something that belongs to someone else, you always replace it with an upgrade.”

Kaia gives him a skeptical look. “Aren’t you supposed to replace it with exactly what you broke?”
 

“Some people might. Not me. Besides, an entrepreneur needs the best equipment she can get her hands on.”
 

She nods, her lips curving up into a small smile. “Thank you.”
 

“You’re very welcome. Do you feel comfortable giving me your address, so I can have someone drop it off to you?”
 

Kaia looks at him quizzically.
 

“You’re probably going to be distracted tonight,” he says, sliding his fingertips across her shoulder, and watching the goosebumps bloom across her skin. “I don’t want you feeling like you have to keep track of it.”
 

After inhaling a shaky breath Kaia replies teasingly, “A gentleman would keep track of it for me.”
 

Jason takes a step forward, right into Kaia’s personal space, and he can hear her shaky intake of breath.
 

“Tonight, I think you’ll find out how much of a gentleman I’m
not
.”
 

Her eyes flash up to meet his, wide and bright. Then she blushes, and looks down at her hands.

“I’m looking forward to that.” she tells him softly. “I’ve actually been looking forward to it all day.”
 

Any restraint he has left in him just…breaks.
 

Jason leans down and kisses Kaia. He hears the sharp thud of something hitting the floor—probably the sparkly golden clutch she had tucked under her arm—as her hands grip the fabric of his shirt. She tastes strongly of mint; knowing that she actually prepared before coming over makes Jason smile for a moment, even though that makes the kiss a little awkward for a moment.
 

These short, soft moans escape from the back of Kaia’s throat as Jason licks his way into her mouth. Each noise cuts away at his remaining self-restraint, or…what little bit is left of it, anyway.
 

His hands roam her body, unable to settle on one place for more than a few seconds. His fingertips dance across the bare skin that peeks through the cutout on the back of her dress. He wants more, he
needs
more, and if the noises Kaia’s making are any indication, she’s right there with him.
 

Jason turns them and gently guides Kaia back toward his desk. He backs her up against the surface, then lets his hand slip down to her hips and around the lush curve of her ass so he can lift her enough to set her on the desk.
 

It surprises a yelp out of her, making Jason pull back, his eyes lidded and his breathing heavy.
 

“Is this okay?”
 

He barely gets the words out before Kaia is wrapping his tie around her hand and using it as leverage to pull him close enough to kiss.
 

“It’s more than okay,” she whispers against his lips. “I’ve wanted you to do that since this morning.”
 

Jason is surprised, and yet somehow not, thankful that the two of them are both on the same page, at least as far as wanting each other goes.
 

“Good,” he replies between kisses. “I’ve been wanting to do that since this morning.”
 

A slow, sexy smile curves Kaia’s lips, as her tongue flicks out and licks away his taste. The sight of it makes Jason even harder than he already was.
 

Tonight, this woman just might be the death of him.
 

“Yeah?” she asks.

Jason hums in affirmation.
 

“What else have you been wanting to do?”
 

Jason’s mind goes temporarily blank, because the list is too long, and he’s not about to get down and dirty with her in his office where they’re limited by noise constraints and lack of available surfaces. Sure, he’s a sexually talented man, and he could blow her mind even if he only had the floor to work with. But he’d like to luxuriate in her body and blow her mind, and for that? He definitely needs a bed.
 

Slowly, so
slowly
, he slides his fingertips along her inner thigh, until he reaches the frilly edge of her panties.
 

She’s so
wet
for him already.
 

“This,” he says, voice deep as he shifts his hand between her legs, making her moan. “Definitely this.”

Kaia opens her legs wider to make room for Jason, as he slides his other arm around her waist and gently slides her so she’s sitting right at the edge of the desk. Her skin tingles with anticipation. She wants nothing else in this world but to have his hands on her.
 

Anywhere.
 

Everywhere.
 

Jason’s fingertips push her underwear to the side, so he has full access to her. With hunger in his eyes, the pad of his thumb slides across her clit, and she lets out a high-pitched whimper, bucking her hips up, needing more pressure.
 

In response, Jason leans in, kissing his way down her neck. His mouth is so soft, and yet so insistent. Pressing against her, sliding across her skin. He licks and sucks, probably leaving a mark. Kaia doesn’t care at all, she wants him to leave behind any reminder of this night, of this moment.
 

She turns her head toward him, cheek brushing against his soft hair. She breathes in the clean smell of him, which makes something flutter in her chest, makes her
need
him more than she already does.
 

“More,” she whispers, making his hair flutter with her breath. “Please.” She shifts her hips, but his thumb is still barely there, lightly stroking, driving her crazy. “I need more.”
 

Jason lifts his head, completely abandoning the work he was doing on her collarbone. His lids are heavy; he looks drugged. Kaia is positive she looks the same way.
 

“More what? You have to tell me what you want if you expect me to give it to you.”
 

Because he seems intent on teasing her, Jason removes his hand, waiting for further instructions. The thing is, Kaia’s mind is completely blank. She just wants
more
, whatever that means to him, whatever will make him get her off.
 

“Please,” she says. “I just want…I need…”
 

The blissed-out haze on his face disappears when he pins her with an intense look.
 

“Tell me what you want,” Jason replies in a commanding tone that Kaia imagines he uses quite a lot to get his way. She’s surprised to find that it ramps up her arousal a thousand percent. He leans forward, and gently tugs her earlobe between his teeth, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear when he growls, “Tell me now.”
 

“I want to come,” she says. She’s so desperate for it that she can’t even find it in her to be embarrassed about being so forward.
 

He grins. “Good. I want to make you come. How would you like me to do it?”
 

Kaia lets out a frustrated groan. “Every way. All the ways. With your tongue, with you inside of me, with your-”

“Kaia.”
 

The demanding way he says her name makes her shiver. He has her full, unwavering attention, and she can tell that he knows it.
 

“Yes?”

“If you give me the opportunity,” he says, sliding his hand across her breast, which is still covered by the fabric of her dress. Her nipple puckers at the sensation. “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that you’ll lose count. I’ll do it any way you want me to. But now, right
now
, how do you want it?”
 

That’s an easy enough question for her to answer, and she makes her decision based on proximity.

“Your hand. I want you to use your hand.”

Without wasting even a second, he has his hand between her legs. He slips two fingers inside of her, and she plants one hand on the desk to give her some leverage so she doesn’t topple right over. Jason curls his fingers up, hitting just the right spot inside of her, and her head drops back as she lets out a soft moan.
 

“Look at me,” Jason says, his voice low and rumbly.
 

She does. Right now she’ll do anything he asks her to. His honey colored eyes are piercing, and she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to.
 

His fingers are moving in and out of her in a rhythm that’s driving her crazy. The pad of his thumb rubs her clit as he fucks her with his fingers, driving her higher and higher. She moves her hips to help herself along, and he adjusts what he’s doing for her.
 

They’re so in tune it’s ridiculous. She’s never felt so attracted to someone who’s virtually a stranger. If she gave herself time to think about what she’s doing with a man she doesn’t even know, she’d probably be mortified.
 

Good thing she’s so far gone she’s incapable of regret.
 

He drives her right to the edge, to the point where she’s so close to falling she’s losing control. Unfortunately for her, Jason somehow anticipates it, and he slows everything down. She’s still feeling good, feeling every soft brush against her clit like an electrical current all the way down to her toes.
 

But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
 

Kaia leans up and presses her lips to his, where they meet in a slow, languid kiss. Jason sucks on her tongue, nips at her lip, basically drives her crazy. She loves the feeling of his stubble rasping against her skin, and she realizes that she could kiss him for hours. She could lose
days
to it, it’s that good.
 

Kaia rocks against his hand, wanting whatever it is that he’s willing to give her, and wanting it
now
. Jason twists his wrist, moving in a way that gives Kaia something sturdy to grind against.
 

She reaches out and grips his forearm, not wanting him to move from that spot.