The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (12 page)

"God damn it!"

"Is that you? Are you okay? I'm calling your
cell phone and you're not picking up. I'm coming in."

She looked down at herself, she was wearing
nothing but her underwear, odd socks and a short t-shirt that
barely covered her ass. When she looked up his face was at her
living room window.

"Jason…"

He looked at her and grinned. Of course he
did. An infuriatingly smug and annoyingly sexy grin. He held up his
phone and took a picture before she could react.

"Jason!" She shouted angrily, running towards
the window to draw the drapes. He was filming her now, in all of
her semi-naked rage. "What do you think you're doing?" She screamed
as she yanked the curtains over so hard that one side tore loose
from the curtain rail and collapsed down on top of her bringing the
curtain rail with it.

She pushed the mess from her head and looked
up again.

He was still smiling, but this time it was
his George Clooney, Brad Pit, I'm as rich as Bill Gates smile.

He held up his camera one more time and it
flashed in her eyes. She made no effort to resist. It was a
disaster. He already had enough pictures to hang her out to dry, so
what was one more going to do?

"Very, very, sexy." His voice sounded clear
but distant through her double glazed windows. "Especially those
socks. I might need some alone time with these pictures after
you're done psychoanalyzing me."

She looked over his shoulder and saw her
neighbor standing across the street; a stern older woman in the
medical profession. The lady give her a cold look. Melissa returned
a weak, defeated smile which was not reciprocated.

"Are you going to let me in?" Jason
exaggerated his expressions to help with communication through the
thick glass. Melissa nodded her head.

So much for getting a step ahead by
researching him on the internet.

She walked to the front door and opened it.
Jason stood looking at her.

"Are you coming in or not?" She said
peevishly.

"Wow." He said slowly, drawing out the
syllable.

"Come in already, I'm freezing my butt off
here."

"I can certainly see that." He said.

"Come in or I'm closing the door."

He stepped in and then stood there grinning.
He was going to milk the moment for everything it was worth.

"Wow." He repeated.

"Go on. Enjoy your little moment of glory
like a true bully. Which is all you really are."

"I'm sorry Melissa, but…" His smile got
bigger.

"Go on. Say whatever it is you have to say. I
don't need clothes or makeup to bolster my self-esteem. I'm
completely comfortable being who I am."

"And I'm not complaining. Not at all. I mean…
wow."

"Will you quit that already? I'm going to get
dressed. Wait here. There's coffee in the kitchen if you want
it."

He watched her turn and walk to the
bedroom.

"Double wow." He said.

She turned on him.

"I'm about ready to cancel our time together
if you don't stop that right now."

"I'm truly sorry Melissa but that is about
the sexiest just out of bed look that I have ever seen. And those
ankle socks--"

"Stop it." She said and turned to continue
her journey down the hall to the bedroom which suddenly seemed like
a long walk with Jason Demovic eyeing her up from behind.

Self-conscious didn’t come close to
describing it.

"Dress casual." He said. "It suits you
better."

Anger spiked through her and she halted
outside the bedroom door. Who the hell was he to give her orders
about how to dress?

She took a breath and let it go.

She didn't feel like arguing the point while
semi-naked in her hallway.

When she emerged from the bedroom forty-five
minutes later she was buttoned up into her most conservative
workday clothes, hair scraped back into a bun and stern rimmed
glasses perched on her nose. She looked like a female Sigmund
Freud.

Jason took it all in with raised
eyebrows.

One small victory.
She thought.
We
need to get this power balance thing between us straight
again.

"Wow." He said, yet again. "I was wrong. That
look is way more sexy."

"Screw you." Melissa said. This was too
much.

"Okay then." He said matter of factly. "Let's
get going. Just out of curiosity, is that what you call
casual?"

"What's casual about any of this? You're
practically blackmailing me into a date."

He moved closer to her but she gave no
ground.

"My God." He said. "This is far worse than I
thought."

"What's worse?" She asked shakily, he was
very close to her now and she could feel her heart going again like
a jackhammer.

"Fuck this." He growled as he pulled her to
him and slid his hand deftly into her tightly wrapped hair and
pulled her head back.

Before she could protest his lips were
pressed to hers and she felt the hair-band and bobby pin that held
her tightly wound bun slide away. He walked her backwards into her
bedroom as he rained hungry kisses down onto her neck.

"Jason…" she said breathlessly into his ear,
but he ignored her. She didn't know what she wanted to say
anyway.

Soon she was down on her bed while his
insatiable mouth devoured her breasts, her abdomen and then sank in
between her legs. She was still fully clothed but wildly on fire as
she felt the full force of his implacable desire. She had taken the
time to package herself up like a parcel going long distance but
all that was unraveling fast under his merciless onslaught. His
mouth breathed hot air to her pubic mound and pussy through her
thick skirt and underwear, stoking her throbbing clit to life. Her
legs instinctively opened and her skirt ride upwards to expose her
panties.

He paused for a moment, hovering above her
with his hands pushing her knees outwards.

"You're wet." He said with a gasp and then
plunged his mouth between her legs again, his head disappearing
underneath her skirt. The heat of his breath through her panties
made her back arch and then his teeth clamped onto the fabric and
began to draw them down, his nose dragging through her moist hair
and down into her naked pussy. He hooked the panties down with his
chin and then buried his tongue deep inside her. Her hands pushed
down on his head as white hot sensations of raw sexuality shot
through her.

It had been a long time.

"Please, I don’t know if I can take it."

His tongue found her throbbing clit and began
to lave relentlessly. She pulled his head in closer and began to
scream. There was no going back now. His hands held her legs wide
apart so he could push his tongue deeper. She tried to clamp her
legs shut but it was useless. She pulled her skirt higher to find
his hair and then pulled hard on the thick wavy locks, struggling
to contain herself but it was all wasted energy. Her moans and
screams pealed out as he licked her endlessly higher to a gushing
orgasm, every muscle in her body straining. She released his hair
and pushed her skirt down over his head, throwing her own head back
over the side of the bed.

This can’t be happening.
Anguished
thoughts rampaged feverishly through her mind.
Please, God…
please let this all just be a dream…

It had never been like this before. Nothing
had ever been like this before.

And this was only his tongue!

A long, slow, desperate moan slid out between
Melissa's taut lips and then her body went slack, shuddered once or
twice more and then lay there; legs wide open, panties still low on
her hips. She looked up and watched the mound of his head beneath
her skirt slide out and then lift up. There was still an intense
fire in his eyes. She had been licked, laved and sucked to climax
but he was still on the other side of his orgasm, still
climbing.

Dream or no dream, Melissa wanted him deep
inside her and right now instantly wasn't soon enough.

She opened her legs again and slid her ass
towards him, wrapping her thighs around his hips.

"Come on." She said. "Finish it off. Fuck me
properly now." Her words shocked her but it was way too late for
repression, sexual or otherwise, the rules had already been broken
so why hold back now?

"Fuck me like a man." She said.

He put his hands on the bed either side of
her waist and then pushed his throbbing cock against her. The size
and the heat made her eyes widen. She wanted more.

But then he drew back, lifted himself up
again, pushing his back against her tightly wrapped legs.

"That's just for starters Dr. Price." He
said, forcing a grin to his tortured face. "But we have to go. I
don’t have time to fuck you just yet so you'll have to wait."

She clamped her legs harder around him.

"I'm not waiting. You can't do what you just
did to me and then not finish the job. You're not going
anywhere."

There was kind of angry desperation in her
voice. She hadn't considered sex in such a long time but now that
she had been brought sexually to life again she remembered vividly
how urgent orgasm had always been for her when she was with Conor.
When she needed it, she
needed
it. Now this one experience
with Jason Demovic put any man she had ever been with to shame and
he hadn't even taken his damn shirt off.

"Fuck me." She demanded, pleaded.

His powerful hands reached around behind him
and gripped her ankles.

"I'm not ready yet." He said seriously. "Now
let me go before I have to teach you a lesson. We've got a plane to
catch."

Her legs tightened. Jason smiled and then
slowly lay down on top of her and squeezed his massive erection in
between her legs. His lips were close to hers and he looked
directly into her eyes.

"When I fuck you, it's going to be so deep,"
he thrust his hardness against her, "and so wild, that you're going
to forget your own name." He thrust again and lowered his lips to
her collar bones. She let out a moan and spread her legs wide. He
took the opportunity and stood up quickly.

"But you're not ready yet." He said, leaving
her lying on the bed in a daze.

What was his problem now? Why wouldn’t he do
it? There was no reason to hold back any more. The gut wrenching
orgasm he had given her had only served to whet her appetite. If
this was the start of a date she wouldn't be able to focus on
anything else until he had satisfied her fully.

"Straighten yourself up Dr. Price. Although
you look pretty damn good just the way you are… freshly fucked…" he
half closed his eyes and blew some air out between pursed lips. He
looked as though he was holding back.

"Not quite." Melissa said accusingly, but he
refused to be baited.

"We need to go. I'll be outside." He
said.

He rose from the bed, and walked to the
door.

"Oh, and one other thing," he said without
turning around, "don't shower. I like the way you smell right now.
Don’t change it." He left the room quickly before his erection got
the better of him and closed the door behind him.

Melissa came up on her elbows like a woman
emerging from a deep sea diving bell.

What the hell just happened there?
She
thought.

She wasn’t sure if she should be ecstatic,
enraged or in tears, but whatever the case, she knew she needed a
shower and fresh underwear, although apparently the shower could be
skipped.

"You're a mystery Jason Demovic." She
muttered as she got up and went to her dresser. "But we are going
to get to the bottom of it, I promise you that." She searched
through her drawers pushing all her usual underwear aside until she
came to a set she had never worn before. They were a gift from
Conor and at the time she had found them tasteless and typical of
everything that infuriated her about her selfish ex-boyfriend.
However, they had been chosen by him--a man, presumably because he
found them hot. She pulled on the tiny shard of sexy black lace and
looked at herself in the wall mirror.

The face that looked back at her was deadly
serious, intense. She hardly recognized herself.

Don’t ask. Just don’t ask.
She said to
herself, disobeying every principle of her psychoanalytic training.
Everything about what had just happened felt wrong, but also
completely right. And her reasons for putting on the sexiest
underwear she could find in her wardrobe…

Just don't ask Melisa, don’t go there.
She knew if she asked the question her analytical mind would kick
in and pick everything to tiny pieces and then feelings would be
gone, the intensity would evaporate and drain away, maybe even
forever.

She tied up her bun again and put on her
glasses that had fallen to the floor. Walking to her living room
she was prepared to take no prisoners. The deed was as good as
done. David had no right to interfere in this and anyway, he should
have no reason to find out. She would worry about her hearing later
and just enjoy her Saturday afternoon the way other people did; not
worrying about her practice, her sister, her clients or anything
else.

And trying to provoke a highly sexed, but
psychologically conflicted billionaire into fucking her within an
inch of her life.

Sure.
She thought sarcastically.
Just another typical Saturday afternoon. Just like every other
single woman in New York City.

She continued her march up the hallway.

"Let's get one thing straight Mr. Demovic."
She said as she neared the living room, "Just because you did what
you just did once doesn't mean that you have my permission to do it
again. My understanding was that we were going on a date today, not
that I would be at your sexual beck and call." She smirked at the
thought. After all, being sexually at the beck and call of Jason
Demovic wasn't such a bad place to be. She rounded the corner into
her living room and saw him seated at her desk looking at her
computer.