Her Reluctant Billionaire

by Noelle Adams

  He lifted her up enough for him to take first one nipple and then the other in his mouth.

  She was so deliciously responsive, whimpering in pleasure and arching in toward him with wanton enthusiasm. Soon she was mumbling out a series of pleas for him to touch her more, take her hard, make her come, and the breathless words couldn’t help but go to Logan’s head.

  He adjusted their bodies so she was on her back on the couch and he was above her. He slowly took off the rest of her clothes until she was laid out beneath him, naked and ripe for the taking. Then he kissed his way down her belly until he could pleasure her with his mouth. He took her to the brink and then back again, teasing her until her cries were loud and helpless.

  “Please, Logan,” she begged, clawing at his shirt. “Please, please, make me come. I’m dying here. I want you so much.”

  He knew it was true. He could see it in the urgent wriggling of her body, the gush of moisture between her legs.

  And he wanted to satisfy every need she would ever have.

  He quickly undid his trousers to free his erection. “Turn over, baby,” he said in a voice that sounded like gravel.

  She immediately did as he instructed, presenting her firm, rounded ass to him in a way that made him want to howl. Then he positioned himself behind her and slid himself home.

  Both of them groaned in pleasure at the penetration.

  He was feeling too much to go slow tonight. His rhythm was immediately fast, uncontrolled, almost rough as he thrust into her from behind. She came almost immediately, almost choking on her pleasure. And then she came again as he kept pushing into her hard. She buried her face in the couch cushion to muffle her screams.

  Her whole body was shaking with the aftermath of her orgasms when he pulled out and turned her over again. When he fit himself into her body once more, he reached down to wrap her legs around him exactly as he loved most.

  She pulled him down into a kiss as he started rocking over her again. She moved with him, eagerly, wildly, perfectly. She wanted to take everything he could give her.

  “I love you,” she was gasping as her body started to tighten again. She usually didn’t come this many times, but he’d worked her up with the extended foreplay and it had clearly had an effect on her body. “I love you, Logan. Oh God, I’m going to come again.”

  “Yes, baby.” He was grunting as he realized he couldn’t last much longer. “Love you too. Come, baby. Come.”

  She opened her mouth in a silent scream as her body began to shudder and quake again, and this time he let himself go too. The rush of pleasure, satisfaction, completion almost leveled him.

  He collapsed on top of her when the sensations finally dissipated, leaving only a delicious, sated languor.

  Katie was obviously feeling it too. She kept mumbling, “Oh God. Oh God,” as her body softened beneath his.

  After a few minutes, she started to stroke his hair.

  He was feeling more capable of forming words now, so he raised his head and pressed a soft kiss on her lips.

  “That was amazing,” she said.

  He grunted. Evidently his power of speech hadn’t returned quite yet after all.

  “I didn’t know you could be like that. So… so dominant.” Her smile made it clear that she’d really liked it.

  He’d liked it too. “Only with you.”

  Her smiled deepened. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  “You can hold it to me for the rest of my life—because that’s how long I’m going to be loving you.”

  “I’m going to be loving you for the rest of my life too.”

  And Logan couldn’t think of anything in the world that would make him happier than that.

  Epilogue

  Six months later, Katie and Logan were back in Wrightsville Beach to visit Sloan and Maria’s newborn son.

  They’d gotten in the day before, and they’d spent the afternoon and evening oohing and aahing over the baby and visiting with Maria and Sloan in the hospital. They’d spent the night at Logan’s parents’ house, and Katie woke up before dawn and slipped out of bed quietly so she wouldn’t wake up Logan.

  She grabbed some clothes in the dark, hoping they basically matched, and then closed the door of the bathroom before she turned on the light. She pulled on the capris, T-shirt, and hoodie, and then quickly pulled her hair into two braids.

  She tiptoed back through the room and sighed in relief when she made it into the hallway without waking up Logan.

  She was perfectly happy walking on the beach by herself. Logan didn’t have to wake up at an ungodly hour just to come with her.

  She’d made it downstairs and was focused on the stream of coffee pouring into her travel mug when an arm slipped around her waist without warning.

  She gave a little squeal of surprise and whirled around, only to discover it was Logan.

  “Damn it,” she gasped, swatting him on the chest. “You scared the hell out of me.”

  “You’re the one sneaking around like a cat burglar.” He was rumpled and unshaven but fully dressed. He was grinning and absolutely adorable.

  “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

  “Well, that was stupid. Maybe I wanted to go with you.”

  “But it’s so early.”

  “I don’t care if it’s early.”

  “You normally care. Just last week you called maledictions down on my head because I turned on the bathroom light.”

  He chuckled. “That was different. The light was blinding me, and it was only four thirty in the morning.”

  She wrapped her arms around him in a soft hug as she giggled. When she pulled away, she admitted, “I’m glad you got up. I like it better to watch the sunrise with you.”

  “I’m glad to hear that because you’re stuck with me for many, many more sunrises.”

  The words would have terrified her a year ago—because she wouldn’t have believed they were true. She wouldn’t have believed that any man would stick with her for an entire future.

  She did believe it now though.

  Their time together hadn’t all been perfect. They’d argued and been annoyed with each other more often than they had when they’d just been friends, and sometimes Katie still got scared. But she was part of a couple now, and that wasn’t going to change.

  When they’d both gotten their coffee and were starting to leave the house, Katie nearly collided with an unexpected man who was pulling open the front door.

  They all blinked at each other in surprise until Katie recognized Logan’s brother Wyatt, big and dark and handsome.

  Wyatt was the middle brother, a year or two younger than Logan. He always seemed to be on the move, so Katie had seen him less than the others.

  “You look very schoolgirl hot this morning,” Wyatt told Katie, giving one of her braids a little flick after he and Logan had shared a brief hug.

  She smiled and rolled her eyes in amusement. “Thanks, I guess.”

  Logan gave a half-hearted grumble. “Find yourself your own girl.”

  Wyatt just ignored this piece of advice and asked instead, “Why are you leaving so early?”

  “We’re going to watch the sunrise on the beach,” Katie explained.

  Wyatt arched his eyebrows in a way that made it clear he wouldn’t be caught dead doing such a thing.

  “This is a strange time for you to be arriving,” Logan said, overlooking his brother’s reaction. “Did you drive all night?”

  “Pretty much. I was cliff diving down in Mexico. But I wanted to make it back to see the kid. Have you seen him yet?”

  Katie’s eyes had widened at the idea of cliff diving. She knew Wyatt was the daring sort—he was always involved in some sort of adventure sport or crazy stunt. But cliff diving sounded scarier than normal.

  She was really glad Logan wasn’t into such things.

  “Yeah,” Logan said. “We got here yesterday. You might try to get a couple of hours of sleep now. Mom and Dad won’t be up for a li
ttle while. Sloan was asking about you yesterday. I’m glad you made it.”

  “I made it. Sloan shouldn’t have doubted me.”

  They said their goodbyes, and Katie and Logan were finally on their way. As they drove over to the beach, Katie hoped they weren’t going to be too late.

  The sun was just starting to rise as they walked down onto the sand, so they’d made it after all. It wasn’t summer anymore, and the air was crisp and chilly. They kept their shoes on instead of walking in the tide the way they did in warmer weather.

  But Katie loved breathing it in as much as she loved watching the golden light glint and then spread across the horizon, across the water, transforming the darkness completely.

  It just took a moment to turn the night into day, and it happened in a splendor of light and color. There was something about the moment of sunrise that felt true about the whole world.

  Things could change. People could change. She could be someone she never thought she would be.

  And she could be with Logan.

  She held his arm as they walked, wanting to be close to him.

  There was no one else on the beach this morning, so it felt like they were alone in the world.

  The streaks of color in the sky were at their most vivid when Logan cleared his throat and stopped walking.

  She stopped too, staring up at him in surprise.

  Then she saw him reach into his pocket and pull something out. He cleared his throat again and he reached for her left hand.

  Her entire body was pulsing as her mind caught up. She knew what was going to happen. She knew. She knew.

  “Oh.” she gasped. “Oh!”

  He’s eyes were slightly amused, slightly ironic, and slightly sheepish as he glanced from her hand to her face. “Shh,” he murmured. “You’re going to distract me.”

  “Do you have a speech planned out?” She was filled with a rush of giddiness, which might explain her inappropriate question.

  “Of course. I just have to try to remember it.”

  “Are you going to get down on one knee?”

  “Yes. Yes. I should, I guess.” Logan’s expression was exactly him—laughing and self-deprecating both—as he lowered himself to his knee in the sand and lifted a little box in which was set the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen—platinum band with a princess-cut stone that must have been crazy expensive.

  She was starting to shake now as she stared down at him.

  “Katie Ross,” he said. “You’re my best friend and then you became the love of my life, and now I really hope you’ll be my wife.”

  She was nearly hugging herself, trying to keep from shaking.

  He kept looking at her, and his eyebrows went up a little more.

  “Was that it?” she whispered, quite stupidly. But she really didn’t know if he was finished with his speech or not.

  “Yes. That was it. It took me long enough to plan it out. Was that not enough?”

  “It was perfect!” She reached down and pulled him up to his feet, and then she threw herself into his arms. “I loved it!”

  He hugged her back, more tightly than she was expecting. She could feel the emotion, the need, the love in his grip. It spoke just as deeply as words.

  “So was that a yes?” he murmured after a minute.

  “Yes, it was a yes. I want to be your wife more than anything.”

  “Oh good.” He was grinning now, obviously too happy to contain it with his normal composure. He lifted her left hand and slipped the ring on her finger. “Thank God that’s over.”

  She tried to huff, but it came out as more of a laugh. “Proposing isn’t supposed to be an ordeal.”

  “It wasn’t an ordeal. It was utterly terrifying.” He took her face in his hands. “Thank God this is the only time I’ll ever do it—since I get to be your husband now for the rest of my life.”

  And Katie thought that sounded just about right. It meant she got to be his wife.

  If you enjoyed Her Reluctant Billionaire, be sure to check out the other stories in the series about the other Anderson brothers! And check out the excerpt from Wyatt’s story below.

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  The Anderson Brothers series

  The Billionaire’s Mistake (Sloan’s Story) by Elizabeth Lennox

  Her Reluctant Billionaire (Logan’s Story) by Noelle Adams

  The Billionaire’s Babysitter (Wyatt’s Story) by Leslie North

  Chased by the Billionaire (Greyson’s Story) by Lizabeth Scott

  From Geek to Greek Billionaire (Alexander’s Story) by Gloria Silk.

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  Excerpt from The Billionaire’s Babysitter by Leslie North

  The driver emerged from the house to collect more baggage and she demanded to know where Mr. Anderson was.

  “Look up,” the driver said with a trace of amusement.

  There above them was nothing more than a dot, a dark spot against the bright blue of the sky. It was miles off, she thought, shading her eyes and squinting as it grew larger and nearer. Her mouth dropped open. “That’s him? What the hell is he doing?”

  “I suggest you get used to thinking that rather than saying it aloud. I think we’ve all thought the same thing most days of his life.” The driver said.

  Laine put her hand on the agency woman’s shoulder, “He’s jumped out of a plane or something. Is he going to crash into the house? Should I call 911?”

  “Definitely not,” the woman said, backing up a step or two as the dark silhouette of a skydiver grew nearer.

  “Why doesn’t he open his parachute? He’s going to die! You can’t wait to the last second with those things…” Laine said anxiously.

  She held her breath. A moment later, a blazing orange silk bloomed behind him and the form was tugged back as the parachute filled and he sailed nearer to the ground. She took a step to the side warily and the agency worker dived out of the way.

  A hundred and eighty pounds of rock hard man crashed into her and knocked her to the ground. He was laughing. The bastard was laughing as he levered up and looked at her. He had the bluest eyes, a scoundrel’s half smile, dark hair windblown and wickedly sexy. The thud that knocked the breath out of her hadn’t been the sideways impact of this guy falling back to earth. It had been the cockeyed daredevil grin. She was quitting this job. As soon as she scrambled to her feet.

  The man, this reckless Adonis who had laughed when he barreled into her, extended his hand to help her up. She brushed herself off and he held out his hand again, “Wyatt Anderson, good to meet you.”

  “Laine Maguire. I was sent by the temp agency to be a sort of nanny—or assistant to a reclusive businessman in need of a retreat. I didn’t expect this sort of reception—”

  “Apologies. Just enjoying my last seconds of freedom.”

  “Your what? Wrightsville Beach is my idea of paradise, so it’s hardly a prison even if you’re a zillionaire used to world capitals.”

  He shot a glance at the agency woman who looked down. In response, he raised his pant leg and indicated the electronic monitor attached there.

  “Clearly your agency left out a few minor details, Laine. May I call you Laine?”

  “For the moment you may, but I won’t be staying.”

  “Why not? I have a message on my phone assuring me that a professional nanny called Laine Maguire has agreed to provide care and supervision during the interval specified.”

  “I’m a nanny. Do I look like a probation officer to you?”

  “No, you look like a runway model dressed up as a soccer mom for Halloween,” he said with a smirk.

  Laine squared her shoulders because sparks were starting to fly, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

  “Of course, it is. You’d be very decorative on a towel by the pool on my yacht,” He said, his eyes mischievous.

  “I don’t want to be decorative. I want to be useful, and it’s clear to me that I can’t be of any practical use in this…situation.”

  About No
elle Adams

  Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she writes full time, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.

  She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances. For more information, please check out her website: noelle-adams.com.

  Books by Noelle Adams

  Tea for Two Series

  Falling for her Brother’s Best Friend

  Winning her Brother’s Best Friend

  Seducing her Brother’s Best Friend

  Balm in Gilead Series

  Relinquish

  Surrender

  Retreat

  Rothman Royals Series

  A Princess Next Door

  A Princess for a Bride

  A Princess in Waiting

  Christmas with a Prince

  Preston’s Mill Series (co-written with Samantha Chase)

  Roommating

  Speed Dating

  Complicating

  Eden Manor Series

  One Week with her Rival

  One Week with her (Ex) Stepbrother

  One Week with her Husband

  Christmas at Eden Manor

  Beaufort Brides Series

  Hired Bride

  Substitute Bride

  Accidental Bride

  Heirs of Damon Series

  Seducing the Enemy

  Playing the Playboy

  Engaging the Boss

  Stripping the Billionaire

  Willow Park Series

  Married for Christmas

  A Baby for Easter

  A Family for Christmas