Bedroom Rodeo: A Billionaire Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  When I looked away from him, Jason slid his hand over and touched my chin so I would look back up at him. The way he demanded my attention while also giving me his full attention, it drew me in. He made me want to be better than I was, but not out of some sort of feeling of being lesser. Instead, I felt empowered just being around Jason. It was ridiculous to have all these thoughts as we stood together not saying a single word, but I was realizing that if I wanted a guy like Jason in my life, I had to be a woman that a guy like him could fall for. Jason surely was worthy of a powerful, strong woman that had a life of her own, and I was worthy of being that kind of woman.

  When the music turned to a slow song, we were already in a delightful embrace. I felt his body throb as he adjusted his stance and pulled me even closer. He was throbbing for me and longing to have me like I was longing to have him. I moved in closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, daring him to kiss me; urging him to let our lips press together and deliver pleasure to both of us.

  His eyes looked longingly at my lips for the duration of the song with only short breaks away. I was much too short to just jump up and kiss him—Jason was going to have to make this move; he was going to have to lean down and move his lips toward me. The ball was in his proverbial court.

  “I might regret this,” he whispered in my ear before moving his lips to mine.

  I wasn’t going to regret a damn thing as Jason’s soft lips moved with mine. His arms pulled me closer as our mouths played together for a whole song. I let my hands untuck his shirt and rest on his waist as I pulled his hips closer to me. I felt the bulge of his throbbing body and the satisfaction of knowing he wanted me, and not just because I had thrown myself at him like I did in my backyard. Jason clearly was attracted to me in this situation as well.

  He pulled in a deep breath and took a small step away from me while he continued to hold onto my body. As Jason shook his head back and forth, I couldn’t help smiling.

  “You’re killing me,” he mouthed without actually saying the words.

  “Then let me finish you off,” I said as I got on my tiptoes and moved my mouth close to his ears.

  “I thought you promised to behave?”

  “I thought you only meant while we were in the office.” I laughed as we continued to dance.

  Jason just kept shaking his head back, and it was utterly adorable. I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched him contemplating what to do next.

  “Can I bring you home?” he asked. His hands moved softly up and down my back as his blue eyes looked deep into mine.

  I wasn’t sure if he was asking to take me home because he wanted to come home with me, or if he was just trying to be nice and make sure I got home safely. “I’m living with Patrick now,” I said as I motioned to Patrick and Summer at the other end of the club. “He’s gay,” I added just to make sure he didn’t think I was dating him.

  “Are you sure? He seemed pretty interested in that body of yours while you were dancing.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “I’d still like to take you home,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me again.

  What started as a soft, gentle kiss, slowly moved into an erotic exchange. My breathing increased, and I felt my hips grinding up against his as our bodies took over. His hips were moving against mine, and I felt his throbbing body with each thrust. I didn’t have experience in the bedroom, but something told me this man was going to be amazing in bed.

  “You can take me home,” I said through my kisses with him.

  “Really?”

  “Yes,” I replied with a sly smile.

  My heart pounded with excitement as we hurried out of the club and to his car. He made a quick phone call to check up on Clyde who was sleeping and make sure the nanny was doing alright.

  “Everything okay?” I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot.

  “Yes, Rosie has a room at the house. She was already planning on staying the night.”

  “Does she stay there all the time?”

  “No, she has her own family. She just stays when I need her too. She’s so amazing with Clyde, and I’m really lucky I found her after Elizabeth left.”

  There it was, the dreaded Elizabeth. I knew very little about what had happened between him and her, and I didn’t want to know. All I had heard was that she had run off with another man and left her son with Jason. She sounded like a terribly selfish woman, and I couldn’t even imagine Jason being with someone like that. I chose to change the subject so we weren’t talking about his ex-wife.

  “Rosie does seem really nice. I’ve seen her out with Clyde, and he’s always smiling and having a great time.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, she’s very patient with him.”

  “That makes me feel really good. You know it’s impossible to know for sure if a Nanny is good or not. Thanks for telling me.”

  “Of course.”

  The mood in Jason’s car had changed quickly. I sat back in the seat and let my head rest as he started to drive, and then I realized he had no idea where Patrick lived and started to laugh.

  “I guess I should give you the address,” I said as I grabbed his phone.

  “Eighteen-seventy-six,” he said as the password screen popped up.

  I paused in total shock at the level of comfort between the two of us at that moment. I couldn’t remember ever having a guy give me the password to his phone. Actually, I couldn’t even remember grabbing a guy’s phone before. It shook me for a moment.

  “I’ll just put it into MapQuest for you,” I said as I came back to my senses.

  “You have to stop doing that,” Jason said without looking at me at all.

  “What? Putting the address in?”

  “No crossing and uncrossing your damn legs. You are killing me. I’m going to crash the car.”

  I burst into laughter as I realized I was in the middle of uncrossing my legs as he said that. It was a nervous habit I had, and I only noticed it when I was sitting at a desk or someplace uncomfortable. My mother noticed it all the time and told me to stop fidgeting, but I supposed my tiny skirt was probably making it look like I was teasing him with my fidgeting.

  “I’m sorry,” I finally said through my laughter. “I’ve got a little ADHD and can’t sit still.”

  “You are torturing me.”

  “Oh, you don’t want me to do this?” I teased as I slowly opened my legs and then put them back together. I let one of them slide over the top of the other and then moved them up and down as I teased him.

  Jason pulled the car over quickly, and before I knew what was happening, he had us parked on the side of the road. He threw his seatbelt off and leaned over and kissed me as his hand pressed between my thighs. He didn’t move it up my thighs; he didn’t force himself on me at all–Jason simply let his hand feel my skin as our lips moved together.

  I uncrossed my legs for him.

  “Sorry for teasing you,” I lied as I breathed out and took in a deep breath between our kisses.

  “I want you, Anna. I want you so bad I…” he trailed off.

  “I want you too.”

  Our lips urgently pressed against one another as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Jason let his hand move up and down my thigh as I anticipated him moving to feel how wet I was. I pulled on his shirt to get him closer to me. I did want him. I just didn’t want him in a car on the side of the street.

  Slowly, I crossed my legs and trapped his hand as it was only inches away from touching me. He groaned playfully and then moved his fingers to the outside of my other thigh as he pulled me toward him.

  “This was a fun night,” he said between kisses. “Basically, neither of us know how to behave.”

  “I guess so.” I laughed.

  “I’ll get you home now,” he said as he moved back over into his seat and put his seatbelt back on.

  “Thank you for the ride,” I said as his fingers stayed on my thigh for just a minute longer.

  We w
ere quiet the rest of the way. It felt as if Jason had found some sort of willpower, though, and he wasn’t looking over at my legs any longer. I even uncrossed them and crossed them again to see if he was looking, but he wasn’t.

  As we pulled up in front of the apartment complex, I pointed to the top floor where I was staying with Patrick. It was a beautiful complex, and I couldn’t imagine how Patrick had been paying for everything himself. I was really happy to be staying there, though, and loved the neighborhood.

  “I’ll walk you up,” Jason offered.

  “No, I think I can handle it. You better get home to your little man. Thanks for the ride, and I promise to behave at work when I see you.”

  “Maybe not all the time,” Jason said with a wink and a smile.

  “See you on Monday.”

  “I can’t wait,” he said as I walked away and toward the stairs to my apartment.

  I didn’t look back as I walked up the stairs, but when I got to the top, near my apartment door, I saw Jason still sitting in the parking lot. He waved up at me and seemed to be waiting to make sure I got into the apartment alright, so I went inside and waved at him from the window to my room. Only then was he satisfied that I was safe, and he pulled out of the parking lot.

  I fell back onto my bed with a permanent smile on my face as I replayed the night I’d just had. It was like nothing I could have dreamed of. The flirting was outrageous. The kissing still made me tingle. I couldn’t wait to get to work on Monday and see where things between us were going to lead.

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  Chapter 1

  Jesse

  Jesse chewed on the end of her pen and thought for a moment. With a smile and a soft laugh, she restarted the recording, pinching the bridge of her nose as she listened, trying to get the best word for word transcription that she could.

  Jesse Clarke was an aspiring journalist, and like every aspiring journalist, she was desperately searching for a story that could propel her to the top tier of the writing community. She dreamed of one day coming across the perfect person, or happen upon the perfect string of events that she could really delve into and uncover a larger part of the whole. That way, she could devote herself to truly writing an incredible story and making a name for herself.

  Until such a time as she found her groundbreaking story, though, Jesse had to make enough money to live from. So, she took up every job she could find. She had written articles for all manner of newspapers on a variety of topics from endangered animals to local bands, and even some interviews with minor celebrities. Jesse enjoyed her work, but it was certainly scarce. She was more than grateful when she was offered a job at a magazine called The Edge.

  It had taken her over two years out of college to land the job, but she knew it had been well worth it. There had been many a time that she had wanted to call it quits and take up a job in retail. There were times when she had nearly defaulted on her rent and wound up homeless. Instead of quitting, though, she decided to buckle down and keep her nose to the grindstone. Eventually, her accomplishments had all added up, and her writing had finally caught the attention of one of the editors of the company for which she now worked.

  Jesse had immediately hit the ground running in the company. She was shocked to find that the other writers at the company valued her opinions, and in turn she valued theirs. Jesse had been working with them for about six months and had finally secured a stable spot writing in the entertainment section. She had a knack for putting interesting spins on the lives of celebrities without spreading outright lies and gossip. She was oriented more around snide humor and definitely sprinkled her own opinion all over her work.

  Just now, she was working on a short article about yet another child star who had grown up and gotten into trouble. Allegedly, this young girl had been caught cheating on her boyfriend, who was yet another child star. What had caught Jesse’s attention, though, was the fact that the girl had been drunk at the time, which made the situation even more interesting, if only because she made a very entertaining drunk dial.

  Jesse was in the process of transcribing and then dissecting the recording phrase by phrase, going through all the various reasons it was so hilarious. She could easily identify the things herself, but it was even more fun to write them out for other people to enjoy.

  Once Jesse was finished with the transcription of the recording, she began to flesh out her comments. This was a rough draft of course, and she didn’t have much time to finish much else for the day. Her days were often filled with meetings on the various other areas of the magazine. Today, there was a meeting between all the various sections of the business department with their boss, a woman named Elaine Beck.

  Elaine was eccentric and formidable. She put off an air of happiness and flexibility, but Jesse knew very well that she was not a woman to trifle with. Elaine was exceedingly demanding, and her expectations made her cheery demeanor almost threatening. Jesse couldn’t help experiencing a dark feeling of apprehension every time she had to be in the same room as the older woman.

  As Jesse wrapped up her draft, she gathered up her things and moved toward the large meeting room where they held their meetings. It was complete with a large table and a flat screen TV, which allowed them to play over hot topics of the week so that they could all discuss what each of them would cover for that particular edition of the magazine.

  Jesse was one of the first to arrive, and she settled down into her usual chair near the middle of the large table. As she got her notebook and computer arranged on the desk in front of her, people began to filter in around her. Jesse kept her eyes on the door, and she smiled as her best friend and coworker, Mark came in.

  Jesse had met Mark upon moving into the city, as they lived next door to one another. As soon as Jesse had moved into the apartment, Mark had been there to greet her, along with his boyfriend, Tony. Jesse had immediately taken a liking to the two men, and they easily adopted her as their friend. Jesse knew that she never would have made it this far in her career if it hadn’t been for their constant friendship and support.

  It was partly due to Mark that Jesse was able to land her job at The Edge. Mark had read over some of her work and praised it. He insisted that she let him show it to one of the editors, a close friend of his. At first, Jesse had been reluctant, but eventually relented and let him show the work to his friend. After all, it certainly couldn’t hurt.

  The next thing Jesse knew, Mark was excitedly telling her that the editor had loved her work and was interested in setting up an interview with her. Jesse had been immediately nervous but also excited. She had gone into the interview with confidence and her sense of humor as her guide, and the editor, a man not much older than Jesse and Mark, insisted that she come to work for them that Monday morning.

  And so, largely thanks to Mark, Jesse was now a writer for one of the most popular magazines on the West Coast.

  Jesse scooted her chair over to allow Mark to settle into his seat beside her at the table. He sighed heavily as he put his satchel down on the large table, and Jesse frowned slightly as she noticed the bags under his eyes.

  “Rough night?” Jesse asked him gently as he sat down beside her. Mark heaved a breath and
gave a slight sniff.

  “Just another Tuesday evening,” he said, his voice sullen.

  “Did you have another fight with Tony?” Jesse gently rubbed her friend’s shoulder, and his face broke a little as he nodded.

  Jesse shook her head. Mark and Tony had been together for as long as she had known them. Most of the time, the two were buoyant and full of energy, always positive and bubbling with happiness. It seemed, though, that they always balanced out their normal happy exterior with horrible fights that sometimes lasted for days. It always took an immense toll on both of them. Jesse was more often exposed to Mark’s sadness during fights, but she knew that Tony had a hard time when they fought as well. Jesse knew that it would pass as it always did, but in this particular setting, she focused on consoling Mark for the time being.

  “Do you want to come over tonight and watch a movie?” Jesse asked, rubbing his back comfortingly.

  “Yeah,” Mark said with a nod.

  Jesse gave Mark a friendly kiss on the cheek and turned in her chair to face the front of the table. She spotted Elaine entering the room and heard a hush fall over the assembly of coworkers.

  “Great to see you all here,” Elaine said in her usual cheery tone. “Let’s get a few items out of the way.”

  And so the meeting proceeded. All the writers jotted notes down and typed a few things into their computers as Elaine spoke about the various goings on involving various celebrity figures. Jesse took note of incidents that sounded like she could make a funny take on and listened as Elaine addressed a few other general areas.

  Once the more common issues were covered, Elaine moved on to the more in-depth bits of information. These were the things that she was able to uncover through her connections with other members of the press, and her celebrity status herself. She was close with quite a few famous actors, and she was able to dig up quiet a lot of interesting items that gave their magazine a bit of an edge over some of the others. Jesse listened intently as Elaine shared some of the things she picked up on.