Seducing the Billionaire's Brother

by Marquita Valentine

  “Almost.” He helped her take off her coat. “Show us your tits, love.”

  She erupted into a fit of giggles, even as he tossed the coat to join her purse. “That British accent was not on point.”

  He shrugged. “Made you laugh and that was the point.”

  “What do you want—”

  “Hold that thought,” Connor said, pulling out his phone. “This is Connor. What? Shit. That sounds serious.”

  Faith sat down, watching Connor as he paced the length of the room.

  “Who’s in charge of that?”

  Apparently, he didn’t like the answer. “Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be there.” He ended the call. “I’m sorry to do this, but I need to take care of some things at the office.”

  “I think I can manage to order food on my own.”

  “I’ll be late, but I’m taking the helicopter so that should help some.”

  She blinked at him. “Why would you take a helicopter to work?”

  “Because it’s an hour north of the hotel by car. Well, in this traffic.” He bent down, kissing her swiftly on the lips, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against his hard body. He was so tall that her feet dangled in the air. “I wish like hell I didn’t want to prove to my family that I can be responsible for once.”

  “I know.” She kissed him softly. “But I have so much faith in you, Connor.”

  His hazel eyes searched her face. “Still not sure what I did to make you mine, but I damned glad it happened.”

  “I’ll always be your girl.”

  He grinned. “Don’t you forget it.”

  23

  CONNOR

  CONNOR KNEW SOMETHING was not exactly on the up and up, but he went to the office anyway. He checked in at the front desk, instead of bypassing he would have done back at headquarters. He had to be taken seriously here and acting like he owned the place—even if it were mostly true—wouldn’t help him.

  “Your father is here. He’s in the conference room two. That’s on the fourteenth floor. Third door on the left.”

  So much for an emergency that only he could sort. “Thank you.”

  In less than five minutes, Connor walked in conference room two. His dad stood at the window, hands behind his back as he stared out of it.

  “What do you need?”

  William Montgomery spun around, while he was shorter and more compact than Connor, he still had the air of a man who could command a room. “I was wondering why my invite to your wedding wasn’t delivered.”

  “Because we didn’t send any out.”

  His dad nodded. “Such a shame. I’ve looked forward to walking Faith down the aisle for years now.”

  “We’ve never been engaged,” he pointed out.

  William cocked his head to one side. “Didn’t you give Faith your great-grandmother’s engagement ring when she turned eighteen?”

  He flushed hotly. “It’s mine to do with what I will.”

  “Aye.” His dad moved to the conference table, sitting in a chair near the middle and gestured for Connor to do the same. “You always were her favorite.”

  Connor didn’t point out that his great-grandmother had been dead and buried in Scotland for over a decade before he’d even been born. “She deserved a proper wedding, lad.”

  “I didn’t have time.”

  William laughed. “None of us do, but some things—important things—require a bit more time in the oven before they’re ready.”

  “She’s not pregnant if that’s what you’re getting at.”

  William frowned. “What a shame. I want more grandchildren.”

  “I don’t say this often enough to you, but could you get to the bloody point?”

  William slammed his hand on the table, smiling widely. “Spoken like a true Montgomery.”

  “Dad.”

  “All right. You need to get a divorce while you still can.”

  Connor’s lips thinned. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

  William leaned back in his chair. “That’s because I don’t think you should get one, but your brother thinks differently and he tends to be right about things.”

  “Then let him speak for himself.”

  “He would speak for himself, but I thought I’d try first, so there wouldn’t be any bad blood between the two of you.”

  “You sound insane right now.”

  “I believe the kids call it eccentric.”

  “ Whatever they call it, I don’t really care.” Connor stood. “I’m not divorcing Faith and that’s final. She’s my wife and Drew needs to accept that.”

  “I’ll relay your message, but I don’t think that will stop him from trying to convince you to do things his way.”

  “You mean pay a woman to marry him so he could take over the company you spent decades building?”

  His dad got a faraway look in his eyes. “Theirs was a rather unconventional love story. It all worked out in the end.”

  “Then why doesn’t he think that about Faith and me.”

  Clarity returned to his dad’s gaze. “Because you never had to work to keep Faith. There might be a bit of jealousy in his thinking, but and it pains me to admit it, he has a point. Women come entirely too easy for you.”

  “Divorcing Faith wouldn’t make that statement suddenly untrue,” Connor said.

  “No, but if you made it so it was much more difficult to be around you, that would make you have to work for her attention, for once. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  “No, I wouldn’t agree. Furthermore, you and Drew need to stay the fuck out my personal life.”

  Then he marched out of the conference room.

  24

  FAITH

  FAITH SPED THROUGH her morning rituals, dressing in a professional yet feminine skirt and top that she hoped Connor would like. She paired her outfit with strappy yellow heels that made her feel happy and daring. After one last check in the mirror to adjust the necklace Connor given her, she went in search of him in the suite.

  Last night, he hadn’t come back until after she’d fallen into a fitful sleep where she had wild dreams of a flock of birds chasing her. At least, her meal had been amazing and she was able to watch the rom-com she’d put off seeing.

  “Marco,” she called out.

  “Polo,” he replied, and she changed directions, heading into the second suite of rooms.

  Connor sat in the dining room, casually reading the paper and drinking coffee at the table. He was already dressed for a day at the office in grey slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. His watch, a present from her that had taken her a year and a half to save up to buy, gleamed in the sunlight that streamed through the nearby window.

  She cleared her throat. “Morning. Nice watch.”

  He lowered the paper, his gaze widening when he saw her. “Thanks. It’s my favorite watch. I only wear it on special occasions because I’m so hard on them.”

  “What makes today a special occasion?” she asked.

  “Every day with my wife is a special occasion.” He stood, holding out the chair beside him. “Hope you brought your appetite.”

  Blushing and loving his compliment, she joined him. “I’m starving.”

  He lifted the dome covering the plate in front of it and turned away to set it on the serving cart in the corner. “French toast for the lady, minus the powdered sugar.”

  “How do you remember everything I like and don’t like,” she asked, completely bemused by him. “I’m so weird when it comes to food.”

  “One, I’ve known you since you were eleven. Two, food is the way to your heart and you’re very vocal about it.”

  “You have a point... or two. The third, however, I’m not vocal. I just like to talk about my food preferences with you. A lot.”

  He leaned down, his warm breath on her neck and then her ear. “How did you sleep last night?”

  Her nipples hardened. “I tossed and turned a lot.” She felt the
barest touch of his fingers on the back of her neck. Goosebumps rose up on her skin.

  “You have the softest skin.” He pressed a kiss just below her ear and she squirmed in her seat. “I want to lick every inch of you, starting between your thighs. Where exactly would I put my tongue first?”

  Guess breakfast would wait. “I don’t know.”

  “I’m giving you a chance to be vocal about your needs,” he said, his voice rough.

  Her breaths were coming in soft pants now. “Wherever you want.”

  His large hand cupped her chin, lifting her head so she could meet his intense gaze. “Not specific enough.”

  “My... my pussy.”

  “Any man can find a pussy to lick.” He traced her mouth with the tip of his finger, dipping it between lips. “Suck.”

  Her eyes closed of their own volition and she did as he ordered.

  Red hot heat pooled between her thighs as desire made her wet. She could feel her clit throb, aching for relief that had been denied to her yesterday.

  “Faith, tell me where to lick you,” he ordered.

  “My clitoris,” she said finally.

  “Right answer.” He pulled his finger out, then dipped it in the syrup on her plate. “Take off your panties and lift your skirt to your waist. I want to see how wet my wife’s pussy is for me this morning”

  She whimpered, then looked around the room as she placed the napkin in her lap on the table. “What if someone interrupts us?”

  “We won’t be disturbed. We’re on our honeymoon and the staff at the hotel knows it,” he said, then leveled her with a serious look. “Unless you still need more time to think?”

  “I’ve been thinking about being with you for years, Connor,” she confessed and his eyes widened. “I don’t... I don’t want to go too fast.”

  “However much time you need, I’ll give it to you.”

  “Does that mean we’re not going—?”

  “Hell no. I have plans to eat your pussy for breakfast this morning... unless you need more time.”

  “I don’t need more time to think about it.” She squirmed in her chair as her panties grew damp and her nipples tightened. She was desperate for his touch and just as hesitant. “I don’t know how to play your sex games and I don’t want to screw it up, like I did at the museum.”

  “Hey, hey. You didn’t screw up anything. Beside, this isn’t a game. This is just you and me, like usual, except now I get to see you naked.” He licked the syrup off his finger. “And do something about it.”

  Unable to help herself, she laughed, then covered her mouth for a second. “It’s not sexy for me to laugh, is it?”

  “I find your laugh very sexy and you can do it as often as you like, as long as it’s not directed at my penis. He’s sensitive.” He winked at her and she laughed even harder. “Now, if you don’t have any further questions, pull up your skirt, Mrs. Montgomery.”

  After a brief hesitation and some time to get her laughter under control, she removed the lace and cotton material. “Like this?”

  “Exactly.” He held out his hand, fingers beckoning her to move faster. She slapped the lacy material in his palm, and he shoved it into his pocket.

  “Feisty this morning.”

  “I’m starting to get hangry and impatient,” she said with a pout.

  “Can’t have that.” He got down on his knees, grabbed her legs and swung them around, then spread them wide before she could protest.

  Only, she didn’t protest, she allowed it because she wanted to see and feel what would happen next. She wanted him like this with her. She didn’t want him to hold back and she silently vowed to do the same for him.

  “Don’t worry, sweetness, I’ll satisfy you.” He didn’t wait for her to pull up the skirt and simply did it himself, something she was happy about because while she was turned on, she was also out of her element.

  Only this was Connor and she trusted him.

  He ran a finger down the seam of her lips. “You’re soaking. Spread yourself for me. I want to see how swollen your clit is right now.”

  She fully expected to burst into flames at that moment. Hands trembling with desire, anticipation, and a slight case of nerves, she did as she was ordered.

  With a groan of pure pleasure, he dipped his finger in the syrup on her plate and painted her clit with it. She jumped and whimpered, then full on moaned his name when his tongue replaced his talented finger.

  He lifted his head, his lips shiny. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Biting on her lip, she shook her head. “No, please don’t.”

  Turning slightly, he kissed her inner thigh. “You have no idea how fucking delectable you look right now, legs spread for me, high heels still on and your blouse is buttoned up to perfection while your pussy is bare. I have a feeling that we will need to start every morning like this, with my head between your thighs, tonguing your clit.”

  She was wordless, literally wordless for once, and had nothing to say that could match him.

  “Those damn eyes are yours. They slay me, Faith. Every fucking time.” He lifted up slightly, slamming his mouth against hers and sliding a finger inside of her, his thumb working at her clit.

  She sank her fingers into his hair, the cool strands heated closer to his skull. His kisses gentled, his mouth coaxing hers open until he could slide his tongue inside. She could taste herself and the sweet syrup on his tongue, a combination she’d never dreamed she’d know the flavor of.

  “I’ve always wondered something about you,” he whispered against her lips.

  “What?”

  “About the other men in your life.”

  “There have only been two.”

  His finger continued to pump in and out of her, his thumb moving in circles so maddeningly slow that she wanted to scream. “The thought of another man doing this to you fucking pisses me off, which is incredibly stupid of me to admit right now.”

  “I haven’t been with a man like this before.” She really hadn’t. He’d been incredibly right about her former boyfriends and the vibrators. Sex had been empty... lonely. She didn’t have a true connection with the two men she’d slept with and simply being with Connor like this now, highlighted that fact. “Besides, you got it right the first time, they were boys who didn’t know what I needed.”

  He grinned that familiar smile of his. “In London, while he fingers you to orgasm over breakfast?”

  “Yes, that.” She giggled, unable to help herself.

  “I don’t know how I’ve resisted you this long.” He kissed her tenderly, then bit down on her bottom lip. “Ready to come, sweetness?”

  She nodded.

  He picked up his speed, going deeper as well until she was a mindless trembling woman who could only say three words: Yes, more, and Connor.

  Pressure built and built, twisting her tighter and tighter until he stopped kissing her and got back on his knees again, placing her thighs on his wide shoulders. “Don’t hold back on me.”

  Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and shoved another finger inside of her. She screamed, bucking her hips against him as one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had rolled over her body like a tidal wave hitting the shore, leaving her breathless. He curled his fingers inside of her and she came again in an instant, as if the first orgasm hadn’t wrung her inside out.

  Panting for air, she gripped the chair so she wouldn’t slide to the floor in boneless bliss.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” Connor gently put her legs down and helped smooth down her skirt. Her knees were nonexistent and if she were required to exit the hotel at this moment, she’d have to crawl instead of walk.

  The enormity of the next step she’d taken with him hit her hard suddenly. Connor, her best friend since summer camp, had licked and touched her and made her come twice before she’d eaten breakfast. She turned her attention back to the French toast and bacon waiting on her.

  “Get out of your head, Faith,”
he warned, “Or I’ll be forced to use more than my fingers next time.”

  “Like what?”

  He stroked his erection over his pants. “This.”

  Her lips parted. “Oh.”

  “I need to take care of something. Finish your breakfast before it gets cold.” He left the room, but not before she caught his grimace.

  She tried a couple of bites of the delicious breakfast but for the fist time in her life, she couldn’t bring herself to eat the rest.

  What if their temporary marriage permanently ruined their friendship?

  25

  CONNOR

  AFTER BREAKFAST, FAITH accompanied him to the London office. He kept his hands to himself and shared stories of his childhood with her. Specifically, ones to make her laugh and put her at ease.

  “He literally put you in the dryer and cut it on?” she asked, her blue eyes dancing. The necklace he’d given her kept catching the sun and occasionally blinded him, but it looked so damned seductive against her pale throat that he didn’t mind.

  “How have I not heard this story before?” she said with a shake of her head. “I thought I knew everything about you Montgomery, but it appears you’ve been holding out.”

  “I might have asked him to do it, but in my defense, I was only four years old at the time.”

  “You were only four? Oh my gosh, Connor, you could have died.”

  “Could have, but didn’t.” He laughed harder at her horrified expression. “You poor only child.”

  “At least no one stuffed me in a death machine—willingly or not,” she muttered.

  The car slowed.

  “We’re here,” he said.

  Faith took a deep breath, smiling at him. “Ready to get shit done so your family knows how much you rock when you take charge?”

  “Get shit done? Is that a librarian approved phrase?” he teased, but damn it felt so good to have her on his side. Always had and he suspected it always would.

  “New last name. New vocabulary.”

  “About that... if things get weird between us, promise me you’ll say something.”