The Billionaire's Revenge: Billionaire Brothers Billionaire Bachelors (Tycoon Billionaires Book 3) (9 page)

He massaged her now-bare shoulders, and bit her neck. “Your body belongs to me now, and I don’t want any other guy touching you.” He rubbed his rock-hard erection against her ass. “Feel how much you turn me on, sweetheart?”

She breathed hard and nodded.

“Good.” He unhooked her bra, then threw it to the floor. “Sit down.”

On lust-filled legs, Eleanor strode over topless and sat on the chair, feeling an overwhelming yearning rush through her. Joseph stood in front of her and stepped between her thighs, so that his pelvis was in her face. He gazed deeply into her eyes, delivering lust directly into her soul, then he placed his hands on her bare shoulders and bent to kiss her, teasing his tongue into her mouth and grinning with arousal.

“Suck me off,” he said.

Eleanor nodded. Joseph stood up straight and rubbed his leather trousers in her face. His erection was straining in there. She reached up and unzipped his fly, then tugged his huge cock out of his trousers, fondling it between her fingers and enjoying the feel of it in her hand. Joseph was still fully clothed – with his shirt hanging off his shoulders revealing his sculpted torso – and it felt illicit; like they were having a naughty fling. Which of course they were.

Eleanor leaned forward and rested her hand on Joseph’s hip, then she wrapped her lips around his gorgeous cock and sucked hard, swirling her tongue around the tip and treating him to a no-hands blow job. Joseph groaned and grunted as he thrust his hips in her face.

“Yes, Eleanor!”

Eleanor grinned, relishing the control she was exerting over him. She smothered some saliva onto the head of his cock, and mixed it into his seeping pre-cum with her tongue, then she plunged his erection into her mouth, taking him deep.

Joseph grinned with lust-filled eyes, and reached down to grab a handful of her hair in his fingers, which made her feel sexy and dominated. She fell into a long slow rhythm, sliding her lips up and down his shaft, and enjoying the thrill of giving him this wonderful experience.

He suddenly let go of her hair and pulled away. “You’re so fucking good at that, babe. But I’ve got other plans for you…”

Joseph stripped off his undone shirt, making sure Eleanor got a good look at his toned pecs and shoulders. Then he held out his hand. “Stand up.”

Eleanor’s pussy was throbbing with desire now. She stood and he kissed her hard, pressing his fit body against her.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

Eleanor was overwhelmed by a wave of lust, but – on trembling legs – she turned to face the chair. Joseph stepped close behind her to fondle her nipples as he nibbled her neck, filling her with euphoric desire. He reached his hands further down and hitched up her skirt slowly, revealing her panties – pausing to have a long desirous look. “Very fuckable ass,” he murmured into her ear, running his hands over her butt and squeezing hard. “It’s mine now. My ass. I’m claiming it. Right?”

Eleanor’s pussy contracted with passion, desperate for him to take her hard and fast from behind. He breathed in her ear and peeled down her panties, then he reached around and gently rubbed her throbbing clit.

“
Yes
, Joseph.”

“Bend over,” he said, gently pushing her shoulders down. “I’ll deal with the protection.”

Eleanor did as she was instructed. She glanced back and saw Joseph grinning behind her as he sorted out the condom. They shared eye contact, which was filled with affectionate contentment as well as filthy lust. Joseph’s kind expression transformed into a devilish smirk as he stepped back behind her and rubbed his cock between her thighs, teasing the outside of her wet pussy.

Eleanor rested her hands on the chair, feeling like a naughty girl receiving some sexy punishment. Joseph continued to rub Eleanor’s clit while thrusting his cock between her thighs, making her more and more desperate to take him deep. She gasped, as ribbons of pleasure zipped through her.

“Fuck me, Joseph,” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard.”

“Ah, I love to hear you beg!”

Joseph spanked her ass a couple of times, making her groan and gasp. Then with desperate relief she felt the head of his erection penetrate her pussy. The ecstasy shot up her spine, and she braced herself to be filled by his huge hard-on. Joseph gently pushed himself further inside, still fondling her clit with his masterful fingers.

“Feels so good...” Joseph whispered.

He lightly thrust his hips, slowly easing himself further inside. Eleanor bit her lip, enjoying this discomfort but keen to greet the overwhelming pleasure on the other side. He gripped her hips harder and drew their bodies closer together, still thrusting gently.

“You’re so tight around me,” he said. “So perfect.”

He gently leaned all his weight into Eleanor, almost pushing her off-balance, but she stood firm and tilted her hips backwards to rub herself against him as he entered her deeply. She gasped as the lust swelled in her body. Joseph wrapped his non-clit-rubbing hand around her abdomen, then he started to slowly pound himself into her. She could feel his balls banging against her as he fell into a steady rhythm behind. She gripped the chair firmly as he thrust harder and harder, rubbing her clit in his fingers with the perfect pressure and grunting behind with animalistic joy, speeding them both towards ultimate pleasure.

Eleanor’s orgasm struck deep in her pelvis and she was suddenly encompassed with an overpowering sense that she was a part of the universe. All that existed was blissful ecstasy, exploding into the world as spontaneous cries of, “Yes, yes, oh…
god
!”

She heard her moans as if they were coming from another part of the galaxy. Joseph thrust even deeper, pushing himself inside her as far as he could and letting out his own loud moan as he came hard. The delight swirled around them, possessing them both and binding them together in bliss.

Eleanor’s mind sloshed with contentment as she slowly glided back to reality. She relaxed her grip on the chair – which she now realised she’d been squeezing hard – then she collapsed at the elbows and rested down on her forearms, hanging her head and coming back to earth. A wave of giggles suddenly swept over her. Joseph laughed too behind her, as he gently grasped her shoulders and helped her to stand up straight.

He kissed her on the side of the face and hugged her from behind, holding her as if they were one – as they glowed together in their post-orgasmic contentment.

“You’re awesome, sweetheart,” he said. “Utterly perfect.”

He respectfully withdrew, then they made themselves comfy on the carpeted floor of the booth – leaning against the spongy walls. Joseph covered Eleanor with his shirt, before wrapping her up in his arms. He kissed her on the head. “You’re fucking amazing, Ellie, seriously.”

She snuggled into his toned chest, enjoying the peaceful tenderness after all that raw lustful fucking.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, with a chuckle.

“Thanks! Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Reality poured back into her brain with a clatter. “Ohhh, I need to carry on with my story about Pierre. I tried to work on it today, but I couldn’t concentrate.”

“You were thinking about me?”

She laughed. “No!”

They shared a playful glance. He kissed her on the nose. “Liar.”

She fell serious. “But I do need to get that front-page scoop, or I won’t be kept on, and I really want to give this my best shot.”

He squeezed her tenderly. “It’s a shame we’ve both sold out, huh?”

“Things change – it’s the way of life… Oh, that reminds me, I guess I’d better let my other newspaper know I won’t be able to write for them anymore. At least not for a while.”

“Who are they?”

“They’re a local paper in the town I grew up in. They write stories about the community and then get the local homeless people to sell it. I’ve often wondered how many homeless people they’ve helped by giving them the chance to integrate back into society.”

“Sounds great. How’s it funded?”

“By advertisers – all of whom are supposed to be local and ethical. But ethical businesses in these parts are becoming rare. They’re really struggling for donations right now.”

“That’s a shame – they sound awesome. How did you get involved with them?”

“I’ve been contributing to them since I was fifteen. All through college.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was studying in New York, so it was easy, you know.” Her body stung with a wave of sadness. “It’s like the end of an era. I’ll go see them first thing – it’s a real shame, especially now they’re running out of money. Talk about abandoning a sinking ship.”

“Maybe there’s something we can do to help?”

“We?”

He smirked. “Well, you know…
you
…”

Eleanor grinned at him. He was actually very sweet under that rockstar exterior. She knew he’d organised a charity concert for his birthday just before they’d made the big time. There was obviously a generous heart inside that gorgeous chest of his.

“Anyway,” she said with a sigh, “what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Oh same as usual. Annoying Matthew; feeling smug that I’ve screwed his girl again.”

She whipped her head up to look at him. Oh my god, had he been stringing her along simply to get one up on Matthew?

He kissed her on the forehead. “Just kidding. Well, not really, but that’s not my reason for being here with you, okay.”

She prodded his sculpted chest. “Good.”

He kissed her hard on the lips. “But it would make me feel even better if I managed to make you come again before I see him tomorrow. How about it?”

Lust surged in her thighs, replacing the tender mood. She grinned. “I think that would be absolutely wonderful!”

Breaking up was never going to be easy. Eleanor’s nerves spattered through her like the icy drizzle that clattered off her umbrella – as she click-clacked in her heels down the wintry street. She hoped this morning’s ‘goodbye’ would prepare her for when she imminently told Matthew to take a hike. She’d made up her mind: regardless of what was happening with Joseph Quinlan – which was probably nothing – she needed to get out of her current relationship.

She’d almost broken it off with Matthew this morning, but she’d decided to wait. She was still buzzing from her glorious tryst with Joseph last night, and she didn’t want her confessions of infidelity to accidentally slip out and make things even worse between Matthew and Joseph. But Joseph could hold his own – Eleanor knew that from experience.

She grinned. The freezing air bit into her pantyhose, numbing her legs, but she glowed within – radiating an internal sunshine that Joseph had put there. Despite the freezing rain, her body sparkled with excitement today – a lust for life. But her heart was a bundle of confusion; right and wrong were twisting and turning this way and that. She knew it was wrong to be screwing Joseph, but it felt so right. And she knew it was right to resign from
The Big Society
, because they couldn’t offer her any career prospects – but the thought of it left her feeling empty and sad. She halted at the entrance of
The Big Society’s
offices and rested her hand on the door handle, preparing herself to tell her friends about her new job. She knew she shouldn’t even be here – she needed to get on with her story about Pierre – but some of her best moments over the last decade had been in these offices, and she felt she owed Sasha and Ashok a proper goodbye – they’d nurtured and encouraged her ever since the day she marched in as a headstrong fifteen-year-old, offering them her budding journalistic services for free.

They’d paid her, of course – for every article. But now it was time to say goodbye…

The Big Society’s
building was nothing like New Scape’s Press HQ. It was in a parade of stores on the outskirts of town, nestled between a bakery and a thrift shop. It had been a café before Sasha and Ashok had transformed it into a small-press office. The wooden floorboards could probably do with replacing, and there was the crack in the huge bay window at the front that needed fixing. But it was warm and homey, and as Eleanor stepped inside, the sweet-honey vibes caressed her shivering body.

The place was abuzz as always. The front section of the building housed the main office, where Sasha and Ashok wrote their weekly stories – and the archaic printing press was out back in the old industrial kitchen. There was still a sink and a huge fridge back there, which made it rather surreal, but it seemed to work okay. Eleanor closed the door behind her – shutting out the cold – and gazed at Sasha, who was sitting at her rickety desk taking a call. Sasha was always cheerful – the antithesis of Blair Robertson. She glanced up and waved at Eleanor, throwing her a maternal grin. Sadness spiralled in her chest at what she was about to do.

Sasha wound up her call and strode over to hug Eleanor. “Hey, sweet-cheeks. Come and warm up by the heater. It’s freezing today, huh?”

Eleanor stepped back and gazed into Sasha’s kind eyes. “Sasha, I’ve got some news…”

Sasha gasped. “Oh, so have we – guess who’s just showed up to give us an exclusive!”

Eleanor shrugged. “Who?”

Sasha opened her mouth to explain, but Eleanor’s attention was grasped by a movement by the kitchen door. She watched as Ashok stepped through holding a mug of coffee. Followed by Joseph Quinlan.

Joseph smiled warmly. “Morning, Eleanor. I’ve come to offer my services.”

She stared at him, trying to steady her wobbling knees. “Uh… for what?”

“An interview for the paper. Ashok and I were just discussing what sort of photograph he should take for the front page.”

Sasha threw a boisterous arm around Eleanor’s shoulders. “Joseph said he’d like
you
to interview him, sweetie. Apparently you mentioned our humble publication to him. Thank you!”

“This should be so great for our sales,” Ashok said in his mellow Indian accent. “Think of all those extra editions. The homeless will be thanking you for bringing us this gift of Joseph Quinlan!”

She rolled her eyes. “Gift of Joseph Quinlan… Jesus.”

Joseph winked at her. “I was inspired by what Eleanor said about how one person can make a difference. I’m beginning to believe her.”

“She’s a great persuader,” Sasha said.

Joseph gazed into Eleanor’s eyes. “She is. She knows how good it feels to use her talents to help others.”

Eleanor glanced at her watch. She knew precisely what Joseph was doing – trying to convince her to give up her dream job. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Go?” Ashok asked. “But you’ve only just arrived.”

“I know… I came here to tell you I’ve been offered a job with News Scape. I’m working on a front-page story.”

Sasha’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god, Eleanor! That’s wonderful – you’ve had your eye on that broadsheet for so long. Matthew’s contacts finally came good, huh?”

Sasha threw her arms around her and hugged her tight. Eleanor flinched and pulled away, feeling like a fraud. “It’s not for the broadsheet. Not yet. Robertson’s testing me by making me write a story for his trashy tabloid. Joseph’s trying to distract me.”

Joseph shrugged. “If you’d prefer to go there, feel free. But Ashok was just saying if we do the interview now, we’ll make this week’s edition. It’s up to you, of course, but wouldn’t you rather stay here with me… with
us
? And then I’ll give you a ride to work. How about it?”

Eleanor dumped her purse on a spare desk. “Right, fine – let’s make it quick. I’m sure
you
need to get to work too, Joseph?”

“Actually, I’ve told my manager I’m sick.”

“Sick?”

“Yeah – sick of the sight of him.”

Eleanor smirked. “Seems a common ailment.”

Joseph grinned. “You got it too, huh? Listen, I was thinking we could make it more interesting if
I
was to interview
you
. I could be your guest reporter this week – how about it, Sasha?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea! Why don’t you go out back for some privacy?”

Eleanor shot Sasha a look of disapproval. Was she purposely trying to match-make? Did she know what was going on between her and Joseph? She knew Joseph wasn’t the bragging type, so perhaps Sasha could tell from Eleanor’s demeanour how much she desired him. Much as she was trying to resist, the truth was he made her body tingle all over with sizzling heat.

Joseph grabbed a notebook and pen, then he picked up two mismatched wooden chairs and carried them through to the kitchen, so Eleanor followed. The kitchen was as rundown as the rest of the building – the red floor tiles were cracked, the white walls were grubby, and the old industrial extractor fans had ceased working years ago. The huge jet-engine-sized printing press was motionless at the moment, but when it was in action, Eleanor loved to sit and watch its mechanisms slide back and forth, clunking hypnotically to produce page after page of news, filling the room with the smell of fresh print. It was like a giant metallic heart pumping the lifeblood into
The Big Society
. 

Eleanor sat herself down on one of the wobbly chairs, and Joseph sat opposite, making sure their knees were touching.

“Hi,” he said, grinning.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to stop you from ruining Pierre’s life – and helping your newspaper at the same time.”

She glared at him. “That’s what I thought.”

He reached out and rubbed her knee, pushing up the hem of her skirt with his gorgeous fingers. “Hey, do you think it would be appropriate for me to kiss you passionately back here? Would it compromise our reporter/interviewee relationship?”

She couldn’t help but smirk. “Shut up.”

“Okay, I’ll kiss you after. Let’s begin.” He hovered the pen above the notepad, and flashed her a smouldering glance. “So… have you ever been interviewed before?”

“No.”

“Alright, well just relax – be yourself. I won’t write anything you don’t want me to.”

She sighed. “Okay. Come on.”

“My first question: what are your thoughts on the current state of the economy?”

She frowned. “Is that really your first question?”

“No… actually, my first question is: when are you breaking up with your asshole fiancé?”

She suppressed her grin. “Tonight.”

His face flickered with a smile, but he remained professional. “I see. Let me just write that down.” He jotted a few notes on the pad, but she couldn’t see what he was writing. “Good. Next question.” He paused to deliver a seductive gaze directly into her soul. “What do you want more than anything right now?”

She cleared her throat. “What do I want more than
anything
?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Well… I’d love to be lying on a beach in the sunshine. Out of this winter gloom. Problem-free… in the arms of someone special.”

“Oh… and
is
there anyone special in your life at the moment?”

“Yes, there is.”

“And can you reveal the name of the lucky guy?”

“Just some gorgeous rockstar who won’t leave me alone.”

“He won’t leave you alone?”

“No.”

“But you like it?”

She forced herself to play it cool. “I guess.”

“Is he good in bed?”

She burst into laughter. “He’s okay.”

“
Okay
!” He glanced at his notebook. “I’ll write ‘He’s the best lover I’ve ever had’.”

Eleanor chuckled. “Alright. Any more questions?”

“Yeah. I was wondering how you managed to sleep last night?”

“Fine thanks, why?”

“Well, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep, knowing I was plotting the downfall of a minor soap-star, just so I could impress a complete asshole who gets rich from reporting bullshit and stirring up hate.”

She gazed at Joseph, feeling her heart pound with guilt. “It’s my dream… my dream career.”

“It was probably Pierre’s dream to become an actor. It was my dream to become a musician. I didn’t expect my personal business to be shared with the world.”

Eleanor gazed at her knees. “I know… And I didn’t sleep well, okay. In fact, I slept terrible.”

Joseph fell serious. “It’s because you’re a good person, Eleanor… Will you re-consider your decision to work for Blair Robertson?”

“Is that an official question?”

“No. Just one for you to think about.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it. Anything else?”

“Yeah, just one more question.”

“Uh-huh?”

He reached out and linked his fingers through hers. “I know it’s early days, but… would you like to come to dinner at my brother’s house tonight? I’d love everyone to meet you.”

She grinned, feeling deeply honoured. “Thank you. I’d love to meet your family.”

They held eye contact, allowing the significance of the moment to swirl around them and bind them together.

Eleanor wanted to kiss him, but she had a feeling Sasha and Ashok were listening at the door. “So… is that the end of the interview?”

“Yeah. This interviewer stuff is harder than I realised. I don’t think I’ve got anything useful down.”

She stood up to look. “Show me.”

He turned the notepad towards her. He’d sketched a picture of a guitar.

She laughed. “That would be very impressive if this was an art class.”

He reached out and drew her onto his lap, sending molten lust through her body. “I guess
you’d
better interview
me
,” he said. “You’re better at it than I am.”

She kissed him on the lips as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “And I think the readers might prefer hearing about
you
.”

He nuzzled her neck, turning her on. “You’re not really going back to Press HQ, are you?”

She sighed. “It’s the only way he’ll let me work for his broadsheet. This tabloid thing, it’s just one story.”

“I know, but there must be a better way to get a story on the front page without dragging Pierre down. Can’t you go back to the drawing board and think of something else?”

“God, I wish you weren’t so bloody moral, Joseph Quinlan!”

He kissed her. “Nah, you wish
you
weren’t. I’m starting to get to know who you
really
are, Ellie.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. And you’re helping me to rediscover who
I
am. Just by being you.”

She grinned. “That’s such a nice thing to say. And I feel the same. Being with you… It’s like I’m softening, but in a good way. Like sponge-cake.”