The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection

by Cynthia Dane

  Jasmine nodded, taking the opportunity to look at him. He was half-erect – not enough to finish her off now, but promising. Can he go three times in one day? Of course he could. This man could probably go five times if he was absolutely determined. That look on Ethan’s face said he wanted her a third time. But how soon would she get it? “I know you are.” She rubbed his arm as it brushed against her outstretched leg.

  “Yes, and that’s why you’re going to accept the consequences.” A shock of arousal shot through Jasmine again as Ethan barely touched her clit with his thumb. “Make me do it too soon, and you will be begging for yours for a long, long time.”

  Oh, no. Oh, yes. From the first flick to her sensitive nerves, Jasmine knew she was about to be pleasurably tortured. No relief. No escape. Just this man and his insatiable need to deny her what she wanted the most.

  Ethan made good on his word. He rubbed her, circling her clit before touching it directly. Jasmine shivered, groaned, pushed against him, and asked for more, but he never gave it to her. He would touch her until she began to cry out and then pull back, leaving her teetering on the edge of relief and release. You jerk… you bastard… Jasmine couldn’t take her eyes off his smirk as he laid his half-erect cock against her slit and rubbed her that way, making her writhe, whimper, and debase herself with naughty words that insinuated she would do anything – anything – to have the orgasm she craved. Ethan Cole was a diabolical lover when he damn well wanted to be. It made her love him more.

  And that realization crippled her, leaving her to stare at the ceiling and contemplate what it meant as her billionaire boss got the cheapest form of entertainment by rubbing her clit to orgasm and then denying it to her at the last minute.

  To add insult to injury he eventually leaned down and sucked one of her nipples. This timed perfectly with his touch between the legs – with his fingers entering her and thrusting quickly against her inner walls – and Jasmine instantly gasped and lost half her mind.

  Ethan pulled out his fingers, and following it came a gush of something that she didn’t know was her or him. I’ve never done that before. She froze, embarrassed, in denial, and wishing he wouldn’t bring attention to it.

  But of course he did. “My flower seems to be taking on a new life of her own.” He touched her again, eliciting a similar response if not weaker. Jasmine gave the ceiling a horrified look. What is this man doing to me? My body? It was both rejecting his presence and throwing itself at him. When Ethan took her hand and had her touch it, she bit her lip to suppress a cry of shock at how wet she was. Then the scent of her arousal – purely her arousal, since it was that powerful – overtook the room, and she was sure Ethan would be disgusted.

  Instead, he bent down between her legs and sampled it for himself.

  A large, terrifying groan ripped through Jasmine’s body as her lover eased it out of her with his masterful tongue and the tip of his thumb. Ethan was not delicate, but he was certainly vibrant in the way he wrapped his tongue around her nub and fingered her until she gave him more of what she kept inside. His other hand moved its way up her torso and clasped upon one of her breasts, and Jasmine, afraid of what else her body might do with him down there, closed her eyes and tried to ride out the good feelings each passing moment brought.

  Whatever it was – her, him – only excited him to the point of nearly letting her orgasm on his tongue.

  Then he was on top of her, his scent, his strength, and his ardor overwhelming Jasmine as he held open her legs and thrust into her a final time.

  Jasmine didn’t know what to focus on. On one hand she was in heaven because she was given what she wanted, and on the other she discovered new and horrifying ways she loved this man. She loved the way he licked her ear as he took her, his groans of satisfaction diving deep into her in between his tongue outlining her creases and his breath bringing her tender warmth. She loved his muscular arms that he always contained beneath long sleeves pinning her down so he could overtake her better. She loved the power of his body pushing her legs apart until she had no choice but to accept him into her. She loved the sounds of their love, graphic and familiar, echoing in that master bedroom. Ethan… His mouth went from her ear to her throat, sucking her skin, tasting her flesh, and biting her where it mattered most. Ethan! She loved it. Everything. His power, his lust, his passion. He was willing to split Jasmine in two just to show her how much he could give her. My body doesn’t even resist him. All the previous embarrassment was now the biggest boon as it allowed Ethan to claim her over and over, his third round making him last longer.

  “Mine,” he growled into the crook of her neck, his hips performing a steady rhythm between her legs. “All mine.” He sat up, still unrelenting, his hand squeezing her shoulder before settling gently around her throat. Not once did Jasmine fear him.

  On the contrary, she reveled in it.

  She was Ethan’s. Now, yesterday, tomorrow. He could have her whenever he wanted – do to her whatever he wanted. Jasmine saw the pleasure in this life now. It was no longer about the money. It was about this man, these moments, and how good they felt together.

  “I’m yours,” she said, her voice lost in the sounds of sex and the grunt in her lover’s throat. “Take me. Do it.”

  That he heard. Ethan used the last of his strength to thrust into her faster, harder… Jasmine had felt him deep within her before, but there was a new yearning to this that nearly broke her. When she opened her eyes she knew why: Ethan gazed down at her, drinking in the sight of her pleasure before kissing her with steady breaths.

  No more. Jasmine could not hold it in anymore. At first her moan was quiet, and then it burst from her throat, taking her dignity and last shreds of honor with her as she finally orgasmed.

  “Ethan!” She loved to cry his name in these moments, to feel him respond to her with hard, powerful thrusts that slid so effortlessly into her. “Oh, God!”

  This time when he filled her with his warmth, it was in long, arduous moments that nearly made him twist his face in a brilliant combination of pleasure and almost pain. But there was no stopping Ethan Cole when he was taking the woman he had. If he wanted to give this to her, he would.

  But even he was human, and within a few seconds he collapsed onto her, still inside her, but now with more sweat on his brow and the tired, languid breaths betraying his fatigue.

  Jasmine couldn’t move. Not just because a muscular man was on top of her, but also because she felt like every ounce of energy had been siphoned from her body. Only a few times in her life could she ever say sex did such a thing to her. Usually her lovers were too self-absorbed to focus on her pleasure and instead only took their own. Ethan was selfish too. No, not selfish. Direct and dominant. Jasmine was reeling from the thought.

  Every time they had intercourse she felt like she was on the brink of unconsciousness by the end of it. Sweet, escaping reprieve, full of dreamless sleep and the idea that everything was suddenly better. Endorphins are a helluva drug.

  “Mm.” Ethan lazily kissed her throat, his body shifting both within her and on top of her. With another grunt he pulled out, his aching muscles pushing him over onto the other side of the bed. Jasmine would have laughed if she had the strength – or breath. Roll off me to go to sleep, why don’t you? But Ethan had his head turned toward her, his arm open and inviting.

  She was about to curl up there when a horrible thought occurred to her.

  “Blackbeard!” Jasmine shot up, suddenly imbrued with the panic of an old cat lady.

  Ethan’s eyes widened. “Pirates?”

  Jasmine tore out of bed and dove for her purse, fishing for her cell phone and looking for Selena’s number. “I haven’t fed my cat in almost two days!”

  What a terrible cat mother. Here Jasmine was, getting her jollies on with some disgustingly rich and handsome billionaire with a great body and even better prowess in bed, and her poor baby was probably in her squalor infested apartment, prostrate on
the floor as he mewled for his life. He had probably lost a pound already.

  As soon as she had everything sorted out – including promising to take Selena out to lunch sometime soon in return for breaking into her friend’s apartment to feed the cat right now – Jasmine returned to the bedroom, expecting to see Ethan irate for having been abandoned for a starving feline.

  Instead she found him beneath the covers, the lights low and a space reserved for her.

  “Got it all sorted out?” His eyes were heavy. Three orgasms in a day, and two just now? Good job Jasmine. “Wouldn’t want kitty going hungry.”

  “Sorry.” Jasmine climbed into bed next to him.

  “Don’t apologize. Guy hadn’t been fed in two days.” Whether there was sarcasm in his voice or not was masked by him drifting off to sleep.

  Jasmine kissed his stubbly cheek, pulled the covers up to her naked shoulders, and curled around his torso. She was pleased to have his arm instantly clasped around her. “Do you think it’s weird that I love my cat so much?” Some men got jealous of a damn furball. Ethan could have been the type, easily.

  He yawned, fingers stroking her hair. “I’d be more worried if you didn’t love something.”

  That was the last thing he said that evening, quickly falling asleep as Jasmine fought back more feelings of impending fervor. I do love something. And not just her cat.

  22

  “Miss Bliss.” Ethan’s voice was like a warm reminder of where she was. Funny how so much changed in a few weeks. When I started, I almost dreaded his voice. Before… Jasmine looked up from her paperwork at her desk, holding back the smile she wanted to express at the sight of her boss – boyfriend? – standing before her with his hands in his pockets and a layer of charm on his freshly shaven face. “When you get the chance in the next few minutes, I need you in my office.” Before he turned around, he stopped himself and looked at her again, voice lowering, “Not for that, I’m afraid. Transcription.”

  Who cared what he wanted her for? Jasmine was happy to be around Ethan, whether he was doting on her behind closed doors or treating her professionally in front of others. Since their date that weekend he had been more amiable around her. Jasmine was this close to fooling herself into thinking that he was falling for her as well.

  Either way, Jasmine hurried to finish up her boring paperwork and grab her special tablet. Ethan probably wanted her to transcribe and then type up a letter to someone. Boring. But maybe, if she was quick enough, they could have some time for fun afterward. It was Wednesday, and things had been dry all that work week. Wasn’t he due for one of his favorite things soon?

  “Hey,” Nadia said as Jasmine stopped in front of her desk to fix her shoe. “How’s it going?”

  “Fine!” Jasmine flashed her a smile before going into Ethan’s office.

  He stood in front of his window, as usual for when he was waiting for her. However, he was more casual as of late, resting against his desk as he flipped through folders or checked messages on his phone. The moment Jasmine came in and shut the door behind her, Ethan turned around and put his phone away in his front jacket pocket.

  “You wanted to see me?” Jasmine asked coyly. She stopped in front of his desk.

  “Yes. I need you to transcribe something for me. Very boring stuff, I’m afraid.”

  Jasmine opened her tablet and the program she needed. “Let’s get started, so the boring stuff will be over with.”

  Indeed, it was a boring letter. Ethan waxed on and on about money this, finances that, and took whomever he was writing to task for some perceived flub from an earlier meeting. The most interesting part was when Ethan scathingly said, “Tell that underling of yours that he can go get hepatitis from a nail. No, scratch that. Too good for him.”

  When it was finished and Jasmine had put the tablet away in her bag, Ethan rounded the corner of his desk and sat on it in front of her. His face had softened, and she leaned against his arm with a smile. Good. The boring stuff was over now.

  “I have something for you, my flower.” Ethan pulled a small black box out of one of his pockets. The way he presented it to Jasmine told her that something good was going to happen.

  She plucked it from his fingers and opened it with a giddy smile on her face. Sure enough, a gorgeous ruby and diamond hairpin looked back up at her. “Where are you getting these from?” She nearly laughed herself silly as Ethan took the pin out of the box and placed it in her hair. “Do you have some fancy jeweler you keep going to?”

  Ethan snorted as he fiddled with her thick hair. “It’s a secret. If I shared, you would go running to look at the rest of the set. I want them all to be a surprise.”

  “A whole set? Why are you spoiling me like this?” These items must cost a small fortune. Not that such a thing meant much to Ethan Cole, but Jasmine was starting to get paranoid keeping these priceless items in her house.

  “Why shouldn’t I spoil you? You’re the kind of woman who begs to be spoiled.”

  “I don’t recall begging for rubies and diamonds. Just other things.”

  “What kind of things are those?” Ethan brushed his hand over her hair, touching her temple in such a way that she smiled to the point of having to look away. When Ethan massaged the back of her neck with his fingers, she closed her eyes and waited for him to kiss her on the cheek. The moment he did, all hell broke loose.

  “You can’t go in there!” Nadia’s voice was so loud that it was able to penetrate the thick walls and door of Ethan’s office. A loud thud thumped against the door, and the next thing either Ethan or Jasmine knew someone who apparently had a key to the office broke open the door and stormed in.

  She was tall, thin, and blonde. A veritable supermodel who had her claws out and was ready to scratch someone on the face. By the time she was in the office, Ethan and Jasmine had broken up, and this woman, snarling and twisting her demeanor in ways no human was meant to be distorted made a beeline straight for the billionaire and slapped him hard on the cheek.

  “You bastard!” Jasmine jumped out of the way as Ethan quickly recovered from the blow. He shot his hands out and caught the crazy woman by the wrists, holding her back as Nadia called for security in the main room. The two men who worked in the office stumbled into the room and attempted to pull the woman off. But they were small, and this woman’s rage was so great that she couldn’t help but spit in Ethan Cole’s face. “Bastard! To think I wasted that much of my life on you!”

  While Ethan wiped her spit off his face, his visage settling into contempt, the blond woman turned to Jasmine, and for a moment the personal assistant was afraid that she was next. Oh no, what if she has some disease that she’s trying to spread? Jasmine watched too much TV.

  “Are you her? Are you his latest?” The woman’s eyes were wide, like an animal before it realizes it’s about to be attacked. She was pulled away by both men, but she still had enough strength to keep herself near Jasmine, hoping to elicit some sympathy. “Don’t trust him! Whatever you do, don’t trust him. He’s a lying, cheating, sack of shit who will just dump you when he gets bored of you. He’ll make you fall in love with him, debase yourself for him, and then at the last moment he’ll ditch you for a newer model. Don’t fall for it! Run now!”

  Security arrived, two big, burly men who shoved their way into Ethan’s office and took this woman off the other men’s hands. However, they couldn’t shut her up, and as they dragged her away she shouted, “He got another one pregnant! Did you know that? Don’t believe his phony story about a vasectomy!”

  She was gone, removed like a stain in the rug. Still reeling from shock, Jasmine clutched her chest and slowly turned her head toward Ethan. Grimacing, he went behind his desk and punched something into his landline phone.

  “Ethan…” Jasmine approached him, but that look on his face almost frightened her. That was the face of a man who was about to destroy a competitor. “Who was that?”

  He listened to a prerecorded m
essage on the other end of the line before hanging up. “Samantha. One of my old personal assistants.” He plucked a tissue from one of his drawers and wiped off his face. “I doubt I have to tell you more.”

  Samantha. That name sounded familiar. The one Nadia said accused him of things. Was she right? Would Ethan do such things to her?

  “Did you get someone pregnant?” It was the only thing that could come out of her mouth.

  Ethan tried calling someone again. “If I did, this is my first time hearing about it.”

  Jasmine didn’t know whether to believe him or not. She stumbled out of the office, aware that most eyes were on her. Someone asked if she was okay, but she swore that the woman had not touched her at all. Just frightened her.