Plain Jane and the Billionaire (Plain Jane Series)

by Tmonique Stephens

  Not now when her nipples were diamonds and her pussy was a puddle.

  Her response was lost as he slid deep, retreated, twirled his tongue around hers, giving her pleasure and taking his own. His taste drugging, she’d give up breathing if he’d just keep kissing her. Her pulse ratcheted, matching the throbbing insistence in her loins.

  His fingers swept from the gentle caress on her neck to skim her jaw and thread into her hair. He kept their lips locked together as if she’d run at the first opportunity when that was the last damn thing on her mind.

  Now that they were here, finally here, she wasn’t leaving until she came in his mouth, on his cock, multiple times. If they were going to break the rules, they wouldn’t just be broken. When the sun rose tomorrow, they would be shattered.

  Hands that gripped the stairs, now fought the buttons lining his shirt, keeping his skin from her touch. He knocked her hands away and yanked free from his jacket. The shirt followed with buttons pinging the stairs like coins in a dry fountain. She had to touch him, couldn’t keep her fingers from testing the texture of his skin covering his pecs and six pack. A low purr rumbled through his chest encouraging her as she dragged fingernails over his ripped abs. He growled into her mouth and angled her head for complete access. She gave it willingly.

  A sharp tug on her tank top and she got the hint. She slipped her arms free for him to roll the cotton material down, freeing her breasts. All while his tongue fucked her mouth, all restraint gone. He plundered the recess of her mouth while she moaned wanting everything and more.

  “Tell me you know how beautiful you are?” He breathed into her mouth.

  Lord, he was good for her self-esteem. Lowering his head to take her hard nipple into his mouth, he didn’t wait for an answer. He laved the peak, sucking, licking, gently grazing his teeth across it. First one, then the other breast until she panted and squirmed, the throb between her legs incessant.

  She was wet the instant she opened her front door and saw him standing there. Now, she ached, writhed on the hard-wooden step as her juices pooled. Yanking at her yoga pants, she lifted her hips to get them off. He smacked her hands away and slipped his fingers inside the waistband. Pants and tank top and panties were stripped in a long, decisive yank.

  She was naked on her staircase with a half-dressed Julius between her thighs. In slow motion, giving her all the time to stop the madness, he took her hips between his hands and brought her core to his mouth.

  Gaze locked, she watched his pink tongue part her folds. Her breath hitched, her hips bucked, his name was a broken cry as he opened her up and dragged the flat of his tongue across her wetness.

  Braced on her elbows she had a perfect view of his golden head between her legs. “Fuck.” She gasped and rocked her pussy, willingly he licked into her core.

  Their eyes locked and time stopped while his hot, hooded eyes and his tongue devoured her. He wielded his tongue like a weapon, and she loved it. The tip he used to flick her aching clit mercilessly, transitioning from quick, vibrating movements to a languid stroke as if he had all the time in the world. He ate her like she was a delicacy to be savored. Then switched to a ravenous beast who couldn’t get enough.

  “Oh!” She grunted. The insistent tension strumming her nerves tripled, then snapped. A keening cry ripped from her throat. She fisted his blond hair and broke apart on the stairs of her childhood home.

  Calista came hard, so hard her vision blurred and her entire body buzzed, and lit from within by her orgasm. Lost in the aftershocks, she slumped onto the hard stairs watching Julius unbuckle his belt. Eyes locked on her, his nostrils flared, and he licked his lips. He liked her scent. He liked her taste.

  In no time Julius shoved his pants down and had his cock out, stroking the hard length. Well-endowed, his cock was thick and long. It bobbed against his abdomen, the broad head was engorged and glistening. She wanted to taste him, take him in her mouth and drink him down, but not more than she wanted him in her body.

  Their gazes locked again. She understood the hunger in his eyes, the intensity, because it mirrored the hunger in her soul.

  His voice low, raspy, he said, “I’m clean.” His hands kept stroking.

  She knew that from his hospital records, of which she had a long peek. At the time, that wasn’t her concern when she snooped to see if the doctors were keeping anything from her. Now, she was glad she had the information.

  “So am I, and I’m on birth control. IUD.”

  She trusted him. Did he trust her? A lot of faith was on the line for a first sexual encounter. Julius kneeled on the bottom step, bringing himself between her splayed legs. He rubbed the blunt head of him against her, coating his length in her juices, dragging his shaft over her clit, again and again.

  Calista planted her hands on the step beneath her ass and raised her hips. Rocking back and forth, she whimpered with each nudge of her clit. “Julius,” she whined.

  “You want it?” He grunted and placed himself at her core. Gripping her hips, his hands strong, sure, he lifted her pelvis and drilled into her.

  For a long time, neither of them moved. Together they basked in their connection forged by their joined bodies. She was full, deliciously full, stretched around his width. “Julius.”

  He pulled out and thrust back in. Hissing at the wounding pleasure, she tilted her hips for more. He didn’t disappoint. His thrust went deep, hard, each bottoming out and ending on an exquisite grind.

  She was going to come again. A few more deep thrusts and she’d be there. Her hand slipped and her elbow slammed into the stair. “Oh! Ouch!”

  “Are you okay?” He pulled away.

  “Yeah. Hitting your funny bone isn’t very funny, especially during sex.” She half laughed while shaking her arm until the stabbing sensation was manageable.

  “I’m sorry.” He sat back on his haunches, giving her space she didn’t want. “Maybe we should—”

  “What, stop? We are not stopping!” She eyed his cock shiny with her juices.

  His lips stretched into a sexy grin. “I was going to say let’s go to your bedroom.”

  “And give up the comfort of the stairs?” She shook her head. “I’ve never done it on the stairs and I’m not willing to throw in the towel.”

  Body charged with desire, she spun, gave him her back and went to her knees. She knew the picture she presented. Her ass was just right—round, firm, and fuckable. A roll of her hips and she threw a glance over her shoulder. Yeah, she had his complete attention. His head—both heads—were back in the game.

  The heat in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. His eyes were glazed, the hand not stroking his cock reached for her. The warmth of his hand landed on her nape and left a trail of heat all the way to her ass. Then dipped lower into her wet core, teasing…teasing her swollen clit and her slick folds.

  “Julius,” she cried.

  He entered her slowly, stretching her around the width of his cock. It was the best kind of torture, his thickness buried in her core.

  “Cali.” He groaned and pressed a kiss on her spine as he pumped into her body. “You feel so good.”

  “Don’t stop, okay?” Her pussy fluttered, a precursor to her orgasm.

  He growled. “Couldn’t stop if I wanted to.” He held her tight and fucked her hard. He went deep and never let up until she was a writhing, sobbing mess. The first orgasm was a molten wave of pleasure that rushed up out of nowhere and dragged her under. The second one was longer, slower, sweeter. Julius sat back on his haunches and brought her with him.

  Legs spread and impaled, his hands moved around her hips, over her inner thighs. She wanted his fingers on her clit. Instead, he brought those talented fingers to her breasts. Each tweak of her nipples sent a ripple to her core.

  “Cali.” His breath fanned the side of her face. A nibble to her throat, then a lick all the way to her ear. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you?”

  “Since the moment you saw me. ’Cause that
’s how long I’ve been waiting to do this to you.” She rode his cock, rising and slamming back down. A moan ripped free when he found her clit.

  “Fuck, baby. Come for me. One last time,” he gritted in a hurried breath.

  “Come with me,” she cried, and dug her fingers into his thighs. It was too late. She was already there. Her last orgasm roared through her, robbing her of sight and sound, but she could still feel him shudder deep within and feel the hot flood of his seed.

  Hours later, they lay in her bed, recovering from a marathon session of sex because the staircase was the prologue and the bedroom was chapter one.

  Chest pillowing her head, Calista ran her hand lightly over his ribs. “Ready to tell me now?” she murmured.

  He sighed deeply. “No, but you’ll never leave me alone if I don’t tell you.”

  He was wrong. If he didn’t want to share, she wouldn’t push. In this business, knowing too much was hazardous to one’s health. She wanted to know what set him off. What made him come to her now when they’d been doing the mating dance with no clear way to get to the naked and horizontal point. “I don’t need to know everything, Julius. I want to know that you’re alright.”

  “I thought I needed to be there,” he whispered as his arm tightened around her shoulder. “I was wrong. I regret staying. I love Harden like a brother, but I can’t live in his world.”

  Now that she worked for Julius, she didn’t have to live in Harden’s world anymore either.

  “But it’s not over.”

  She pushed up to look at him. “What? Why?”

  “Harden thinks there are more people involved. He won’t rest until he has all of them.”

  He won’t rest until he cleans the slate and he’s the only one standing. It was a dangerous game, but Harden was more than capable of playing it.

  “You’re keeping the bodyguards, Mr. Billionaire with no protection.” As long as the bodyguard was her.

  “Yes ma’am.” He snorted and rolled back on top of her.

  Chapter 25

  Julius woke to the soft patter of a shower filtering through the closed bathroom door. 5:00 a.m. Shit. The stockholders meeting was today. He hadn’t meant to sleep. After that last orgasm, sleep was a sledgehammer to the temple. Calista may have been correct when she said he needed rest. He’d never admit it though.

  Rolling over, he caught a whiff of freesia on the sheets. Already at half-mast, his cock went full morning wood, solid and thick, his balls heavy.

  He grabbed his cock at the base and stroked all the way to the top and back. A growl rumbled at the back of his throat. He was hungry again and damn it felt good to feel that hunger. It proved he was back to his old self. Not that he was worried. He had no doubt he would make a full recovery, no doubt at all.

  His conscience gave a silent snort as he climbed out of bed. Too busy fucking last night to care, he got his first look at her bedroom. It was surprisingly girly with the heavy white furniture with a scroll design across the dresser drawers and a full-size bed.

  Julius stalked over to the cracked bathroom door. He didn’t knock. A cracked door was an invitation. He did pause to take in her lush body covered in soapy bubbles as her hands glided over her full breasts, down her flat abdomen, to the paradise between her thighs. She watched him as he watched her finger slide back and forth across her delicate folds and was jealous of her hands touching what he quickly was coming to consider as his.

  He opened the shower door and approached her, not stopping until he had her back against the tile, his hot skin to her wet body, and his hand replacing hers. She opened for him, legs and mouth, as he brushed her clit with his fingers and her lips with his tongue. “We don’t have time.” She moaned between kisses. “Noon flight. Remember?”

  Not have time for pleasure? Not have time to make her come again? See how passionately she unravels in his arms?

  “Fuck the flight. Fuck the pilot. Fuck Vegas, New York, fucking everything.” He shoved two fingers inside her pussy and ground the heel of his hand onto her clit. “Nothing comes before me fucking you.”

  Calista tensed. “This wasn’t a one-time thing?” she demanded, her voice aggressive, but her eyes, those beautiful greenish hazel orbs, vulnerability swam in their depths.

  His heart clenched at the unexpected openness and that she—a badassed, gun wielding bodyguard—had any doubt about where they stood and how he felt about her, especially after what they shared last night.

  “No. We are not a one-time thing.” His lips brushed hers in a tender kiss while his fingers continued to ply her flesh.

  Relief flooded her eyes and her body loosened, yet she gripped his wrist, stopping his questing fingers. “What we do here, behind closed door, I want it to remain between us.” She breathed into his mouth.

  Julius brought his free hand to her cheek, his thumb caressing her jaw. He had no problem keeping their passion private. “I wasn’t planning on a threesome, but now that you mention it…” He teased.

  She slapped his chest, hard. “Not funny. Now be serious. Just because we’re screwing around, it shouldn’t affect our working relationship. We need to keep it professional.”

  She needed to keep it professional. Needed him to say the words. Understandable. Screwing an employee was new for him. He’d crossed a line and this could certainly backfire, epically.

  But he wanted her, and what he wanted, he got.

  “Keep it professional. I got it. None of this…” His thumb glided over her clit, earning a sharp inhale and her eyes rolling back in their sockets. Her jaw went slack on a slow pant. Fuck! She was sexy. “In public,” he continued. “Behind closed doors, you’re mine, Ms. Coleman.” He freed his hand from her core, palmed her ass and lifted.

  Lined up with her entrance, he split her slick folds and didn’t stop until his cock was fully sheathed in her pussy. Her head tilted back, a guttural moan vibrated through her entire body as her legs locked around his waist.

  Calista wrapped her arm around his shoulder, the other took his jaw between strong fingers. Hell, all of her was strong. There was nothing soft about this woman, not her body, not her mind. But her heart, that was a different story. A story he wanted his name written in because at the end of the day, he wanted Calista, every fucking inch of her. And he’d do whatever it took to have her.

  He drew back, his cock almost free. Her core quivered, trying to suck him back inside. “You agree?” He slammed back home inside her heat.

  Bodies locked, her eyes rolled in her head, and a stuttered breath escaped her. He rocked into her heat, refusing to let her catch her breath as he angled her hips and pounded into her core.

  She kissed him, sucked his tongue into her mouth, her arms around his neck and rode him like he was a bull and she was the rider. His balls tightened, almost painfully from wanting to explode. Not yet, he silently groaned, but her pussy fluttered around his length, a sure sign he’d learned she was about to come, and so was he.

  He had his fingers digging into her ass, holding her close, about to spill inside her sweet, hot pussy, when she looked him in the eyes, and said, “Agree.”

  Damn, he’d forgotten the question as he exploded and his thoughts unraveled along with his body. Calista was right there with him, screaming his name and wringing every drop of cum out of his cock.

  “Calista! Are you alright?”

  Both froze. Calista in shock while Julius was worried about an intruder. Footsteps echoed on the staircase and pounded down the hallway. The voice came from downstairs.

  Calista scrambled away. Slipping and sliding, she snatched the shower door open and shot out of the bathtub. “Stay there.” She ordered, panicked but not in the sense of imminent danger of the blood and body parts kind. Which made him wonder who had the power to fluster Calista Coleman.

  The answer came as she dragged on a satin robe that glued to her wet skin. The bathroom door banged open and a woman filled the entry. Shorter, thicker, and older than Calista, long braids framed h
er full face, a face whose structures were similar to Calista’s. The high cheekbones, arched brow and full lips. Their skin tones were different, Calista’s much lighter due to her biracial heritage, but they were clearly related.

  Her gaze shot to Calista, then snapped to Julius, still in the shower. She planted her hands on her hips and huffed. “Well, so much for not screwing your boss, huh.”

  “Out, Laverne!” Calista body-checked the woman out of the doorway and slammed the door closed behind them.

  “Was he any good?”

  “Get out!”

  * * *

  Calista didn’t stop shoving until Laverne was in the hallway and on the other side of the bedroom door. “What are you doing here?”

  “Tiana broke my serving dish and I came to borrow your mother’s.”

  “It’s five in the morning! You need a serving dish before the crack of dawn?”

  “I happened to be up, and it was either now or battle rush hour traffic this afternoon when I wouldn’t have the time. So, yes, now. I thought you were in Montauk, not in Queens screwing the billionaire. Now, spill. How was he?” Her grin wide, infectious. “Just because they have a big dick doesn’t mean they know what to do with it. Ya’ know what I mean.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  The bedroom door creaked and Julius was in the hallway with them, all that defined musculature on display with a towel wrapped around his lean waist. A towel that didn’t hide the healthy bulge between his legs.

  “Sorry for the interruption,” he said and extended his hand to Laverne. “I’m Julius.”

  Laverne’s gaze strolled down his wet pecs and brick abs before returning to his face. With an appreciative smile, she shook his hand. “I’m her cousin, Laverne. Pleased to meet you.”

  Could this get any more mortifying? No way he hadn’t heard every word Laverne said because her cousin didn’t have volume control or a subtle bone in her body. Calista mused as Julius excused himself and returned to her bedroom.