The Billionaire's Temptation: Alpha Billionaire Romance (The Billionaire's Touch Book 1) (4 page)

Tyson squirmed in my arms as Kendra finally relented and half-stormed to the bathroom. The smile on my face was simply caused by the small victory. I had hoped to leave the house for a while just to have a break from everything, but it just wasn't in the cards. Staying with her and having a low key dinner had actually been more restful than I had imagined possible. She didn't seem interested in me at all, which was oddly refreshing. I couldn't pinpoint in my memories the last girl that didn't come barreling after me, but let me approach them.

"She's not going to be one of them. Period. Nanny. Nothing else. Right, buddy?" I glanced down at Tyson and walked into the living-room as the sound of the shower spray reached me.

She might not be on my list of available asses to tap, but that didn't mean I couldn't fantasize about it. I sunk down into the couch and shifted the baby to one arm, resting his chunky little body on the couch beside me.

"She's pretty, huh, boy?" I winked at him and let my head drop back as my eyes closed.

The idea of her in the shower forced my cock to twitch. I could almost see her naked and wet, her long blond hair down and strung across her soft, pliable skin. I groaned and brushed my hand over the top of my pants, lifting my hips and pressing into my palm. It wouldn't take much to have her pressed against the cool wall of the shower, her pretty face resting against the wall while I brushed my cock over her thick curves.

"Damn that dress," I grumbled and opened my eyes as I tugged at my erection, pinching the head of my cock a few times as my heart began to race. I couldn't see the curve of her ass in the dress at all. It was perfect for a proper business woman, the design causing her to appear incredibly feminine, but not sexual or drawing.

I couldn't sit there much longer or I was going to forgo my desire to stay hands off with the pretty blond in my hallway bathroom. I moved past the door, cuddle Tyson against my chest and paused briefly, breathing in deeply and wishing like hell she would have invited me in to wash her back.

Get a t-shirt. Stop dicking around and get the woman something to wear.

I shook my head and walked into the bedroom to get something for her. Digging through my dresser drawers, I found an old cotton t-shirt that was soft and smelled good. She would like it, most girls seemed to. I didn't have any panties, but I could offer her a pair of my boxer briefs.

Not happening unless she asks.

I plucked the bottle from the baby's mouth and turned him up on my shoulder like I'd watched Kendra do earlier. "Time to burp, little guy. Do it for me like you did the pretty girl who's going to wreck my world. Hum?"

The shower stopped and I continued to pat a firm rhythm against the baby's back as I walked toward the door. "Hey, I got a shirt for you to wear. Throw your clothes out here and I'll put them in the washer."

The door opened as Tyson burped and I let out a whoop of victory and glanced down at him. "There you go, man. Good job."

"Good job to you too." She opened the door a little farther, a large blue towel covering the front of her. Her thick wet hair sat heavy around her shoulders, and her skin almost glistened with small drops of liquid.

"Thanks to you." I handed her the shirt and shifted a little, unable to help myself from trying to capture every part of her. The mirror behind her was fogged over about halfway up, blocking my view of her back, but her ass sat on full display for me. Thick and round, tanned and far too much for me not to worship it sometime soon. She was magnificent.

I might have to ask her to stay for a little while so I could run out for a bootie call. My cock was going to have to be served by someone, but if she refused to let me go, then I'd resort to the old college way of things - masturbation.

"Thanks." She tugged on the shirt hard as I turned my attention back toward her pretty face. "Jax. Let the shirt go."

I laughed. "Oh, right. Sorry. You would think I hadn't seen millions of hot women naked in the shower before."

Her eyebrow lifted and she shook her head before closing the door. "Right."

Fuck. What was I trying to get at? That I'm a gigolo like most people think? Agh.

Tyson chose that time to burst out in tears again, his cries angry and shrill. I moved him to lay against my shoulder as she walked from the bathroom, drying her hair. The t-shirt fit her beautifully, the light color of it affording me a great view of her rosy red nipples as they pressed against the cotton.

"Here. Let me take him for a few minutes." She reached for him and I handed him off.

I had a sudden need to apologize for my comments in the hallway, but I wasn't the apologizing type of guy. It lodged in my throat and I simply forced myself to swallow it back down. It wasn't happening.

"I'll grab your clothes." I walked to the bathroom and slipped into the steamy room. Her clothes were in a neat pile, her panties nothing more than a small black strip of lace and her bra matching.

"Beautiful," I whispered, imagining her in both. I knew her boobs were large, but checking the bra, my suspicions were locked in. Most girls I ended up with were double D's or so, so big tits were part of my past, but her D cup would be my delight. Just enough to hold in two hands and play with for hours.

"Sorry for the mess," she called from the living-room and I almost jumped out of my skin. Had she caught me checking out her bra size, I would have surely died.

"No worries," I responded and slid my hand down into my slacks, tugging hard at my cock and groaning softly. I had to find release and soon. Doing it myself was starting to seem like the right answer for everyone involved. I didn't want to deal with the messiness of having to come up with another lie to whomever picked up the phone and accepted my advancements. It wasn't worth it when honestly all I wanted was the hot piece of ass in the other room.

I wadded up her clothes and walked back into the hall, dropping my hold on them a little to ensure they covered my throbbing arousal. I swear my dick was bobbing and dancing in an effort to draw her attention to it.

I couldn't help but stop at the entrance to the living-room when I laid eyes on her. She was cuddled up on the couch with Tyson, her long legs tucked under her and the t-shirt barely covering the luscious curve of her ass. I growled internally and forced my eyes to move up. The sweet smile on her face combined with the soft sound of singing threatened to melt my heart.

No. Stop it.

She glanced over at me and I felt exposed, fake and highly uncomfortable.

"Are we alone? I mean, you don't have other staff roaming around right? I need pants if you do." She reached down and tugged at the hem of the t-shirt, hiding more of herself from me.

"No. I could have lots of staff, but I enjoy my privacy far too much." I moved past her and walked toward the laundry room at the back of the penthouse. "I have a maid that comes twice a week, but other than her, no."

"Not a chef either? Do you cook for yourself?" Her voice was sensual and innocent at the same time. The sound of it caused my balls to contract to the point of pain. Realization washed over me. I needed to get rid of her or excuse myself for the next hour. I wasn't going to be able to stand the pressure of needing to explode much longer.

I dropped everything into the washing machine, started it and joined her on the couch, making sure to leave a lot of room between us. The boy was asleep in her arms again, the peaceful look on his face so serene. I was jealous. She was giving him rest, and dropping buckets of hormonal rage on me at the same time.

"No. I cook some, but I usually just eat out. Makes life easier." I shrugged and reached over to brush my fingers over Tyson's head. I inadvertently touched her arm as I drew my hand back and the shiver than ran through her almost did me in. She hadn't been touched in a while. I needed to remind her how good it could feel to be owned, to be worked, to be used.

"Where's Tyson's mother?" She glanced down at the baby and back up at me as the heat of my desire sizzled out.

Alice. My sweet sister who was working to save the world. She was the only person I'd ever met that could actually do anything she put her mind to. She wanted to save the world? So, she would, or would have. But her life was snatched away from her... and her from us.

"She died in a plane crash." I shrugged and ran my fingers through my hair. I couldn't open that box up just yet. I still wasn't sure we were going to have a long term employment relationship yet. Sleeping with her would ruin that completely and yet I was just a selfish enough bastard to not care. Best to leave the pretty little thing thinking Tyson was mine.

In all actuality - he was.

Jax's news about Tyson's mother was soul-crushing. It took me a minute to gather my thoughts and force my jaw to close. He was good enough to flip the TV back on and turn away from me, leaving me to my morbid thoughts. I wasn't sure what it felt like to lose a spouse, but to lose a parent... yes. I snuggled the baby in closer and kissed his head before brushing my lips over the top of his head.

I whispered my thoughts softly, not quite aware that I was being watched again. "I'm so sorry."

Strong fingers wrapped around my arm and squeezed softly. I glanced up at Jax as a tear dripped over onto my cheek.

"Thanks." He nodded and gave a tight smile before releasing me and letting out a long yawn. "I figure we'll fix up the bedroom upstairs for you. It's not like Tyson's going to be up all night. If he's asleep, then you should sleep too."

I wiped at my eyes with my free hand, working not to disturb the little sleeping bundle in my arms. Watching Tyson was one thing, but having a room at Jax's house was odd. What if he brought another woman home?

Then he does. He's a handsome man and needs to move on from the loss of his wife. What's it to you?

Other than him being the center of my fantasies? Nothing.

He was older than me by a few years at least, and having already lived a bit of his life, he was smart enough to reach out and get help when help was needed. Did he not have any family around the area that could help too?

"That sounds good. I don't mind sleeping during the day or even sharing a room with him. There's a bed in his room. I remember seeing a small trundle. That will do." I brushed my lips over the baby's head again and breathed in deeply.

"No. I have plenty of room. We'll work on your room later this weekend." He reached over again and brushed his hand over Tyson's back. "I can't imagine growing up without my mother. She's a good woman and I honestly wouldn't be who I am today without her. Don't tell her I said that."

I smirked at the cute grin that slid across his devastatingly handsome face. "I'll try not to."

"Is your mom a good woman too?"

"I don't know. I don't honestly remember her."

"Oh." Jax pulled his hand back as his smirk fell. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's okay. I was five when her and my father were in a car accident. I was in the car too, but I only ended up with a few scrapes after everything was patched up."

"Patched back up? On you?" Jax's eyebrow lifted.

"Yeah. The truck in front of us was carrying thin metal pipes and I was riding in the backseat when it hit another car and flipped. The pipes impaled the car and pinned me to the seat, but killed my parents." I tugged down the front of the t-shirt that I wore and glanced down. Just above the swell of my breast was a thickly puckered scar. "I have several of those."

"Shit, Kendra." He moved toward me before I could release my hold on the t-shirt. He brushed his fingers over the skin, the look on his face melting me.

I smiled and moved back a little, clearing my throat. "Yeah, so I had to grow up in various orphanages. Life was tough, but I learned to defend myself at a young age. I miss the idea of having someone to unconditionally love me like parents are supposed to, but I'm not sure I would change who I've become."

"We are all somehow a product of our environment."

"I agree. I promised myself a long time ago that I would find joy in all things. Life was too fleeting to be miserable. It's not been easy, and I'm still waiting for my big break, but I'm pushing forward." I glanced down at Tyson and smiled. "After I get my career together, I'm going to focus on finding a good man and then starting a family. I love these little guys."

"Starting your own business is a ballsy move. Especially in fashion. You should be proud of yourself."

"I am to some degree, but my drive and ambition truly come from having to half raise myself. I was a good kid, but getting adopted by a family is damn near impossible to do after you've passed the infant stage."

"I get that, I guess. Having to raise Tyson alone is going to be hard enough, but if he were older... that'd be fucking scary. He would judge me and my wicked ways, no doubt."

"You, wicked?" I smiled and reached for my phone as it buzzed. Just an e-mail I could check later.

"Talk to me about happiness. If you're looking for joy or happiness in all things... you're finding it, right?"

His question was loaded, but seeing that he was being so open with me, I wasn't willing to clam up. Not just yet.

"No. I wish I could say that it's easy or that it gets easier the more you exercise that muscle, but it just doesn't. It almost seems like a mirage, an illusion I've been pursuing relentlessly."

"And what have you found in your search?"

"Besides disappointment?" I smiled and let out a shallow-sounding laugh. "It's a journey. Ask me in ten years."

"Tell me how you know Hunter. He's my top trader at the firm. I couldn't do half of what I'm capable of doing without that guy. He's a nerd and a half though. How does a fashion designer and an engineering geek become close friends?"

I rolled my eyes and gave him a look. "You're far too shallow for your own good."

"You, pretty girl, would not be the first person to have pointed that out."

I chuckled and let the comment go. "His father founded the first orphanage I went to. He was there off and on helping, and we played everything from hop-scotch to spin the bottle together. I was shipped off to another orphanage in my early teens, but went through high school back with him and his father. His dad was the closest thing to a father that I had. I kinda clung to them both, I guess."

"And since then? Any feelings for the guy?"

"Hunter?" I shifted, needing to bring feeling back to my feet. I stretched my legs out and turned back toward Jax as his eyes moved down to watch my actions. The desire in his gaze made me feel beautiful, but there was no way I was acting on it. This deal he was offering me was far beyond anything I could hope for anywhere else. I wasn't messing it up by falling for the one guy I would never get. "No. He's like a brother to me."

"Me too." Jax yawned again, which caused me to yawn.

"Why were you going to Hunter for childcare advice? He's a bachelor and plans on remaining that way. I don't think the man has any desire to settle down at all. Him having a viable source for you to call for Tyson seems highly unlikely."

"I was more like bitching to him about my lack of sleep and shitty parenting. I have no clue what I'm doing. I invited some of my college friends over last night and between the six of us, nothing was resolved. Tyson kept crying and I was honestly beside myself."

"Your mom's still alive, right?" I had to ask.

"Yeah, but she's still suffering a lot over Alice's death." Jax adverted his gaze from me.

His mother wasn't the only one suffering. I almost felt like shit for having nefarious thoughts about the man. Here he was just having lost his wife and I was thinking about how good he must look under his slacks.

"No other leads for a nanny?"

"No. Everyone I've had over to watch him hasn't been nearly good enough. They seemed alright at first, but they all turned out to be less than trustworthy."

"How so?"

He shifted as if uncomfortable and I almost started to back track and save him, but he answered too quickly.

"They were more interested in getting to know me. Know my money or spend a night in my bed." He shrugged and glanced back over at me.

Maybe I wasn't any better than the other girls. I already cared for the babe in my arms, but I could see myself becoming quickly infatuated with the handsome billionaire in front of me. I knew nothing would come of it as he was way out of my league, which was comforting and not.

"I get it. I'm not interested in your money or your bed, so we're good." I smiled as his lips turned down into a subtle frown. Had he wanted me to be interested? No. I was making things up.

"Good. Then I don't have to give you the hands off speech." He sat up and moved to the edge of the couch.

"Nope. Tyson is the only one having anything to do with my hands." I closed my eyes and leaned back, relaxing as my phone buzzed again. "Are you pleased with the way he and I have interacted so far?"

He didn't respond, so I opened my eyes to see a sexy, nefarious smile on his face. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Um, yeah. That's why I asked." I shook my head and picked up the phone to see Brian's text. He was locked out of the house and needed my help. "Oh no."

"What's wrong?" Jax glanced back after he turned the TV off.

"My roommate. He's locked out of our apartment and is standing in our hall. He thought I was home."

"Your roommate is a guy?" The narrowing of his eyes told me quickly that he didn't like it.

"Yep. The guy from the picture. Can I tuck Tyson in, run over there and come back when I'm done?"

"You're good. Just tuck him in and then head home. We'll talk tomorrow."

"You sure?" I stood and tugged at the bottom of the shirt.

"Yeah. You want some sweats to wear home?"

"Um, yeah. I would die if someone saw me half dressed."

"But you're okay with
me
seeing you?" He laughed and I blushed. The sound of his joy was warm and welcoming.

"Just get the sweats and I'll tuck the baby in."

"Yes ma'am." He walked away mumbling about being unsure of who was working for who.