Hard Interest: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Walker, Kelli

  One home I could envision myself raising a family with the woman I loved.

  I struck up my ministrations again, watching as her eyes bulged. She leaned up in her chair and looked down, taking in my tongue exploring her depths again. The fact remained that I was pulling out all the stops to make sure my name was on the tip of her tongue for the rest of her life. We still had some obstacles, but this time was dedicated to a loving caress and cries of enjoyment I wanted to be heard down the street.

  “You have to stop before I… faint,” she said breathlessly.

  She pushed herself back from the table, but if she was still that strong then my job wasn’t finished.

  “I don’t know where you think you’re going, but I take my job as your caregiver very seriously. I don’t give up until I see a smile on your face you can’t wipe off for days.”

  “Liam, it’s too much. I-I-I… I can’t.”

  “Call it a personal approach,” I said with a grin.

  I slid my tongue up her slit, watching as she shook with pleasure. Her body caved to me once again as her hips rocked against me. Her hands twisted into my hair, but I felt her grasp growing weak. Her head shook back and forth while her body pressed further into me. Her thighs clamped down around my cheeks while her hands pushed at my forehead. Her body fought what she so desperately wanted, and the war going on in her body sent my cock pulsing rapidly in my jeans.

  I took my cock out of my pants and fisted it, feeling it leaking onto my skin.

  Her body jolted with yet another orgasm as I pumped my cock. She moaned and cried out, unleashing sounds I’d never heard fall from the lips of a woman. She’d lost all control. Her body was no longer hers. I latched my lips onto her clit until sweat dripped down her chest, then I released her and watched relief flood her eyes.

  “Oh my gosh. I can’t take it. Liam, don’t. I can’t—It’s…”

  I stood up and ran my cock up and down her slit, watching as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I waited for her command. Waited for her to tell me how this evening was going to end. Each time I made contact with her clit made her entire body convulse. Jump. Quake for my viewing pleasure.

  “Tell me what you want, Philomena,” I said.

  “You know what I want,” she said as her eyes fluttered open.

  “Then tell me what you need.”

  Her eyes connected with mine as I stood there, my feet stepping out of my jeans and pushing them off to the side.

  “You,” she said. “I need you, Liam.”

  Her words stopped my heart, stripping away any doubt I might have had with our encounter. I slid my cock into her body that she was giving me. Willingly offering up to my car. One long stroke as I bottomed out against her made the strength of her inner goddess emerge, and she wrapped herself around me long enough for me to fist her ass so I could lay her down on her kitchen table.

  She squeezed me, shooting a fire through my veins only she could stoke. Each hard thrust brought about a moan of acceptance that echoed off the chambers of my mind. I had her back in my arms. Pinned underneath my body. Massaging my cock while my lips encompassed hers.

  I was never going to let her go.

  Her juices streamed down the length of my cock as I rolled into her body. It dripped off my balls and onto the kitchen table as our bodies became one. I slid one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her further as her jaw unhinged with searing pleasure.

  “How beautiful you are to me, Philomena,” I said.

  “Don’t stop, Liam. Please, don’t—”

  My eyes flew open at the word and I found her darkened green eyes staring back at me. I sank myself into her, pausing to feel her muscles rippling around me. I was no longer staring into the eyes of the real estate shark that had come to own the properties of Boston. I was looking into the eyes of a woman who had almost lost her life. A woman who was bellying-up to her fears and letting them become exposed to the one person she trusted.

  “Mena,” I said with a whisper.

  Her hand came up to cup my cheek as her thumb stroked my skin.

  I grabbed her other leg and tossed it over my shoulder. I bent her in half, feeling her walls massage me with its good blessings. I captured her lips with mine and pounded into her, jumping her tits out of her nightgown so I could kiss them. Bite them. Suck on them until she couldn’t take it any longer.

  The sound of her moans musically serenaded me into submission.

  The heat in the room was stifling and I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my body. Her hands raked along my skin, gripping my back and rushing down my chest. The kitchen table swayed. Creaked. Moved with each thrust of my hips. I pried her hands from my body and threaded our fingers together, then pinned them above her head.

  I heard the table cracking. I heard the wood splintering underneath my advances. The table came to rest against the wall, giving me more support to drive myself further into her. I breathed her air. Swallowed her groans with my lips. Our sweat mingled together as I leaned up, watching my cock slide in and out of her. I reached down with my hands and tore open her nightgown. I was over the layers that trapped us. I slid my shirt over my head before my hands dropped down to the table, my naked body blanketing hers.

  I wanted to make up for lost time. Any time where she had been away from me and I hadn’t been there to kiss every inch of her smooth, shimmering skin.

  “Give it to me. Don’t hold back, Mena. This is what I want, and I’m not going to settle for anything less,” I said.

  I was losing the fight. I felt as if the table would buckle underneath us at any moment. There was no denying the rhythmic pulses of her pussy. The way they beckoned me to surrender to her. I threw my head back and opened my mouth, allowing her name to spill from my lips. The burning sensation and white-hot pleasure blinded me as my hips stilled against hers. I bucked with spastic motions, feeling the very second her body finally succumbed to me.

  “Liam! Fuck!”

  Her pussy pulsed around me, pulling me deeper into her body as I collapsed against her. The heat of our bodies in the air blanketed us. Reminding us of the Olympic marathon that had just taken place. I filled her to the brim until my cum poured out of her. My face fell to the crook of her neck so I could kiss away the goosebumps fleeing across her skin.

  I fell to her body, feeling her cradle her chin against the side of my head.

  “You’re going to kill me softly every time we are together,” she said with a whisper.

  “There is this static charge in the air that we have created, and I’m not sure I ever want it to dissipate.”

  I helped her slide her legs from my shoulders before I planted my hands and lifted to take in her hooded gaze.

  “There is one thing that was missing, though,” I said.

  “I don’t think that’s possible,” she said as she slid her fingers through my wet tresses.

  “Trust me. It is. You stay put. I’ll be right back.”

  “I don’t think I could move if I was at full strength,” she said.

  I slid from between her legs, reveling in the wet sound that accompanied the movement. I felt naked without her, but there was one last thing I wanted to do for her. I stumbled down the hallway as my head spun and my legs shook from the power of my orgasmic bliss. I walked into her bedroom and went straight for her bathroom, then dipped down and began to run us both a hot, soothing bubble bath.

  Philomena

  I couldn’t stop smiling. And in my cloudy, orgasmic haze, I barely registered someone knocking at the door. I heard the water running into my bathtub in my room and I felt an involuntary smile cross my cheeks.

  Until the knocking became louder and more insistent.

  Of course someone would come by to ruin my wonderful evening.

  I wasn’t presentable for company, so I grabbed the first thing I saw. Liam’s shirt hung loosely over my body, barely covering my ass. And the smell of his cologne only served to enhance the memories of the past hour. I smiled
as I stumbled on my wobbling legs to my front door. I thought that I was immune to a man’s masculine charm. But Liam was head and shoulders above all of them.

  And I wasn’t afraid to admit it.

  The meal was something that set the bar, but dessert exceeded all my expectations. I was left exhausted and fulfilled in more ways than just my carnal desire for him. So, the idea that I was going to have to entertain visitors only served to agitate me after such an emotional outpouring of my soul into the likes of a man I never dreamt I’d find myself with.

  “Mena? Is that your front door?” Liam asked.

  “Give me a second!” I called out as I opened the door. “Can I help you?”

  The mysterious stranger that stood at my door looked less than appetizing. Especially considering the very naked man I had ready to help me dip into a very warm bath to soothe away the aches and pains he’d created. My chain caught the door as the woman peered in at me, and off behind her I could see the shadow of a man. She held up her badge and I recognized it, but that didn’t mean I was going to open the door for her mysterious stranger.

  “My name is Detective Charlotte Cloud. We’re looking for Liam. We have reason to believe he’s here with you. There are a few questions myself and my partner have about the accident at Galway Bay.”

  The man stepped into the light and looked down upon me with a harsh stare. But when he held up the same badge the woman had, I let out a long sigh. So much for my bath. I released the chain and opened the door with my body hidden behind it. She stepped through and gave me a sideways glance, then pulled out a notebook and went directly into the living room to sit on my leather couch.

  “Is he coming in?” I asked.

  “He always waits out there,” she said.

  “Well,” I said as I shut the door in the man’s face, “I wasn’t expecting company. Let me put on something more presentable and I’ll be right back. I’ll let Liam know you’re here.”

  “It was confirmed that the gas leak was no accident,” she said. “So, we’re here to get the facts.”

  The gas leak wasn’t an accident? No one had filled me in on that yet.

  “And that’s fine. Liam will be with you in a second. In the meantime, would you like something to drink?” I asked. “I thought about making myself a strong cup of coffee. It’s no trouble to make another one.”

  “It’s very nice of you to offer, considering everything you’ve gone through. I don’t plan to take much of your time.”

  Her voice cracked, causing her to clear her throat. She shifted nervously in her seat and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My eyes fluttered back to my front door before panning over to her, and I found her eyes staring dangerously close to the hem of Liam’s shirt hanging off my body.

  Something wasn’t right about any of this.

  “Don’t you find it a little strange to be here unannounced? Especially this late at night?” I asked.

  “My partner and I have been investigating several incidents that have happened to Liam over the past few weeks. I didn’t want to wait until morning. I wanted to make sure he was okay.”

  “That he was okay,” I said.

  “And you.”

  “And me,” I said.

  “I also need him to answer some questions.”

  “If you’re a detective, shouldn’t you get a copy of the police report?” I asked.

  Her gaze hooked onto mine and something in the pit of my gut told me to get out of the room.

  “Let me go get him for you. The sooner he can answer your questions the sooner we can all get some rest,” I said.

  I felt like I was walking on eggshells going down my own damn hallway. I knocked gently on the door to my bedroom, but no answer came. So, I reached out and pushed it open, worried at what I would find on the other side? Why was I so worried? Nothing was wrong, right?

  But the sight I found left me completely transfixed.

  The sculpted statue of Liam’s figure stood in front of me. Naked and still glistening with sweat, he reached for a towel. But I strode into the room and snatched it from him, keeping it out of his reach.

  I leaned back as his arm slipped around my waist, pulling me in for a long, sensuous kiss.

  “Was that your front door I heard?” he asked. “Don’t tell me someone got an eyeful of you in my shirt.”

  “In fact, there was someone there. Detective Charlotte Cloud is currently sitting on my leather couch,” I said.

  “Detective Cloud?” he asked.

  I felt his arm release me as I settled down onto my feet.

  “Let me venture a guess here,” I said. “You’ve hired her services because of some things happening to you, but at one point in time you two were involved?”

  I grinned as I handed him back the towel.

  “You have nothing to worry about,” he said. “She was a bit too vanilla for my taste. It was a very long time ago. Back before she had the passion to become a detective. She was still working across the street at the diner I drop drunks at to fill their stomachs after too much partying at Galway Bay.”

  “So, when she tells me she’s here to collect information on the accident yesterday, she’s telling the truth?” I asked.

  “You have nothing to worry about, Mena. We ended things amicably and there was no crying or any kind of scene when we called it quits. Her and her partner, Detective Harold Geyser, are the two best private eyes in Boston. I’ve hired their help for the past few weeks.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I asked.

  “Someone getting jealous?”

  “No. But now I am a little worried. She said the gas leak at the bar wasn’t an accident?”

  He touched my cheek and I leaned into his touch.

  “I think it’s fair to warn you that she might still harbor some residual feelings for you,” I said.

  I looked up into his eyes and watched his face harden.

  “It’s always when we lose something that we realize what we’ve lost. Just take it as one of my infamous hunches.”

  “You mean those hunches that satisfy all your customers?” Liam asked with a grin.

  I playfully slapped his chest before he grabbed my wrist, bringing my palm to his lips to kiss. But that didn’t stop the nagging voice in the back of my mind. It was the way she spoke of him. The way she called him ‘Liam’. There was something still intimate in her voice, and since I’d opened the door wrapped in his damn shirt, I didn’t want to take any chances.

  “She’s in the living room. I’m going to go make myself a cup of coffee,” I said.

  “I’ll get this ugly business done and over with, then we can get back to our evening.”

  He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into one last kiss that buckled me at my knees.

  I handed him his shirt before he went in search of his pants. I pulled out another nightgown to slip over myself, then we passed one another in the hallway. He gave my ass a playful tap. One that had me itching for what came next in our evening. I poured some water into a kettle and stood at the stove until it whistled, then poured the billowing contents over a mug of instant coffee grounds.

  Despite Detective Cloud not wanting coffee, it was unlike me to leave a guest without a choice for something to eat or drink. I stacked three steaming mugs on a tray and grabbed a sleeve of cookies, then took one last look at myself in the stainless-steel refrigerator. I tried to make myself a little more presentable before I went out there.

  Then, I heard something that sounded like a thud.

  I paused, and the lack of voices coming down the hallway had me worried. I didn’t hear anybody talking and the awkward silence was deafening. And given the nature of her prior relationship with Liam, I figured the two of them were having some sort of staring contest. I grabbed the tray and made my way into the living room, expecting to see two people in the throes of angry stares battling it out with their eyes.

  But instead, I saw no one.

  There w
asn’t any sign of Liam. And the second I saw Detective Charlotte lying on the floor with her arm underneath her, I froze. The tray in my hands felt heavy as I watched blood drip from a gash on her head onto my floor, but it was the flash of something metallic that forced the tray to the ground.

  My body went numb as hot coffee splashed over my legs. Mugs shattered, and the tray clattered as my eyes panned to my front door. It was hanging open as darkness poured in from the hallway. That same man who had hovered over the detective now sat on my couch with a gun pointed straight at me.

  Droplets of blood were on the handle of his gun, and I felt my heart sink to my toes.

  “Come in here and sit, Miss Wright. Your lover will join us soon enough. But I’m not a patient man, so you better hurry.”

  He motioned with his gun for me to sit down and I moved slowly. Languidly as I tried to force myself to be strong. The room spun and my hands trembled, but I refused to show whoever the fuck this man was any other evidence of fear.

  “What do you want?” I asked as I sat down.

  “Simple. I want Liam to be unhappy,” the man said.

  “Does that require you to wave a gun around in my home?”

  The grin that slid across his cheeks made my stomach roll. I had this flash of the face looking at me through the window of Liam’s bar. That grin. That clean face. Those high cheekbones and that same sinking feeling in my stomach.

  Oh, no.

  That man was sitting in my home.

  “Surprise,” he said with a devious smile.

  He had hard features despite his smile, and the bearing of authority sat strong in his posture. The light brown suit he wore didn’t have one wrinkle. Ironed to perfection and crisp to the naked eye. A man that meticulous about his appearance was as equally meticulous in his actions.

  And that made me nervous.

  I heard him breathing as his finger relaxed against the trigger. I wanted to go to Charlotte’s aid but moving in my precarious position was not smart. Where was Liam? What had happened to him?