S*x and Secrets: Alpha Billionaire Forbidden Romance

by Jani Kay

  SEX & SECRETS

  Standalone Novel

  Copyright Jani Kay 2016

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  Editor: Lauren McKellar

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  Cover Designer: Louisa Maggio

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  Cover Model: Nic Brulot

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  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  SEX & SECRETS

  First edition. April 26, 2016.

  Copyright © 2016 Jani Kay.

  ISBN: 978-1524206260

  Written by Jani Kay.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Copyright Page

  Sex & Secrets

  Warning:

  Dedication

  Chapter 1 — Montana

  Chapter 2 — Levi

  Chapter 3 — Montana

  Chapter 4 — Montana

  Chapter 5 — Levi

  Chapter 6 — Montana

  Chapter 7 — Levi

  Chapter 8 — Montana

  Chapter 9 — Levi

  Chapter 10 — Levi

  Chapter 11 — Montana

  Chapter 12 – Levi

  Chapter 13 – Montana

  Chapter 14 — Montana

  Chapter 15—Levi

  Chapter 16 — Montana

  Chapter 17 — Levi

  Chapter 18 — Montana

  Chapter 19 — Montana

  Chapter 20 – Montana

  Chapter 21 — Levi

  Chapter 22 — Montana

  Chapter 23 — Levi

  Chapter 24 — Montana

  Chapter 25 – Montana

  Chapter 26 — Montana

  Chapter 27 — Levi

  Chapter 28 — Montana

  Chapter 29 — Levi

  Chapter 30 — Montana

  Chapter 31 — Levi

  Chapter 32 — Montana

  Chapter 33 — Levi

  Chapter 34 — Levi

  Chapter 35 — Montana

  Chapter 36 — Levi

  Chapter 37 —Montana

  Chapter 38 — Montana

  Chapter 39 — Montana

  Chapter 40 — Levi

  Chapter 41 — Montana

  Epilogue

  Research

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  FORBIDDEN NEVER TASTED SO SWEET

  Montana:

  I’m a lucky girl. Levi Sinclair Barrington the Third and I have an exclusive agreement. Three nights a week. No more, no less.

  It’s uncomplicated, with no strings attached. Exactly what I need because my career comes first. I’ve worked my ass off to get to the top, and my five-year plan is well on track. I’ve vowed never to get emotionally attached to a man. It just can’t happen or else the secrets from my past will come back to haunt me.

  There is one twist, though: Levi and I work for competing companies, and it’s a recipe for disaster if we get discovered. Our friends-with-benefits agreement has to stay a secret. Nobody can ever find out.

  Levi:

  I work hard and I play harder. It comes with the territory of being the heir to a billion-dollar empire. I’m used to getting what I want and nobody denies me.

  Except Montana Marx, the sassy executive who works for our biggest rival.

  I have her in my bed three nights a week. We have a good thing going—all the benefits of being in a relationship minus the bullshit.

  Forbidden sex never tasted so good.

  Until it isn’t enough.

  I want more. Much more than she wants to give.

  Warning:

  Please don’t subject yourself to this book if you can’t handle lots of hot, explicit sex. After all, it is in the title, and I always deliver on my promises. *wink*

  Suitable for 18+ due to adult content and language.

  Dedication

  Beautiful Andrea: You are so precious to me.

  Thank you for listening to me ramble on about my stories and helping me so much with everything you do for me.

  Chapter 1 — Montana

  Levi Sinclair Barrington the Third was an eleven out of ten when naked.

  Ripped muscles, a deep V cutting into his groin, and washboard abs. I couldn’t suppress the lascivious smile as my greedy gaze raked over the fine male specimen in front of me, from his gorgeous grin, and his thick neck and muscled shoulders down to his abdomen, followed by the sexy tufts of hair that ran from his navel to his heavenly erection.

  “You know you want it,” he teased in a low growl as he took a step closer to the bed, his goofy grin growing wider because he was right. The mattress dipped under his weight as he crawled over me and a rush of adrenaline spiked my bloodstream, leaving me lightheaded with desire. His balls swung gently and I was dying to cup them in my hands. When his dick throbbed a few times only inches from my face, my eyes widened, and I licked my lips as pure unadulterated lust overcame me.

  I’m a lucky, lucky girl.

  A long sigh escaped my lips. “Yes,” I said in a husky voice, a gush of heat racing to my pussy. “I’ve been salivating while thinking of your delicious cock all afternoon.”

  He took hold of his dick in his left hand and tugged at it a few times before gliding it gently along my cheek to my shoulder, tracing the curves of my body and leaving a trail of glistening pre-cum on my skin.

  The faint aroma of jasmine and vanilla lingered in the air, but it was the musky smell of sex that dominated the room. One hundred scented candles provided a soft ambience and the only source of light. It was more than sufficient glow to see everything I wanted to—Levi and his magnificent body.

  He flipped me over onto my stomach and smacked my ass, just hard enough for my skin to tingle and the delicious sting making me want to beg for more.

  “Don’t tell me you weren’t concentrating during the meeting?” His voice was almost reprimanding.

  “Oh, I was,” I said, with a throaty laugh, “except images of your cock kept creeping into my mind. I missed The Monster.” I reached for his dick and he stilled for a moment, letting me rub the next delicious droplet of pre-cum into the head with my thumb, showing his appreciation with a shameless smile.

  I loved how vocal and open we were when showing our satisfaction and appreciation of one another. No inhibitions. No holding back. No apologies. We fucked like tigers. Hungry. Devouring one another with everything we had in us.

  Just like we did in the boardroom, but with our clothes on.

  “The Monster missed you too. Let’s plan our weeks better so we can avoid skipping a night in future; it totally fucks with my head when my balls are aching for release.”

  Brutal honesty. No pretending or playing coy.

  I traced a finger down his torso. “You’re the one who had to cancel because of a sudden business meeting, Mr. Barrington. And just for the record, let me tell you something . . . even my most expensive vibrator has nothing on The Monster. I’m craving your cock like a starved woman, so give it to me hard and deep tonight.”

  “No worries, sweetheart.” A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. He moved closer to my ear and sucked the lobe between his teeth before gently nibbling on it. A thousand volts of electricity shot straight to my pussy, and I clenched my thighs together to control the ache that settled there.

  “Well then, I’m waiting for your dick to fill me,” I said, already a little giddy and out of breath, an
d more than a little desperate. If I don’t get that cock inside me soon I’m going to do something completely out of character and actually beg.

  “Fuck, do you have any idea how much the dirty words tumbling from your lips turn me on?” His voice was low and gruff and his heartbeat quickened under my palms stuck flat against his chest. He was the one who’d taught me to talk dirty and I was glad that it pleased him.

  I narrowed my eyes at him, his hot breath on my skin sending goose bumps scattering over my needy body. Reaching down I grabbed hold of his erection and lovingly stroked it, marveling at how soft the skin was. “I have a deep itch, baby. Only one thing can scratch it good and satisfy me.”

  “Yeah? And what might that be?” The glint in his eyes told me he already knew the answer, but his ego needed me to remind him how much I loved his cock.

  I slapped the taut skin of his bulging tricep. “Stop talking and just fuck me. You already know how much I need your cock.”

  No holds barred, either of us could ask for anything we wanted during our time together. It was liberating, satisfying, and sexy as fuck asking for something and knowing I was very likely to get it.

  Levi met my eyes and held my gaze. For a few moments we were lost in one another and talking was superfluous. Long black lashes framed the steel grey of his irises, which grew more intense by the minute. I could drown in those eyes.

  “Sleep over tonight?” The tiniest hint of uncertainty had crept into his normally commanding voice, but maybe it was just my imagination. I’d never known Levi Barrington the Third, Mr. Cocky Billionaire, and proud owner of The Monster, to show his vulnerability for even a second.

  Blinking fast, I stared at him with my mouth half gaping in the flickering candlelight. He’d never asked me to sleep over before, and I couldn’t believe I was hearing right. It was one of the few rules we had.

  No sleepovers. Ever. It was just too dangerous. Nobody knew that better than my well-endowed fuck buddy.

  When Levi had first introduced it as a rule to our agreement, I’d said yes without batting an eye because it was safest for me. The last thing I wanted was for the secrets that I guarded so fiercely when awake to slip out in my sleep. I wasn’t taking any risks of that happening, so it was a no brainer to comply without argument.

  I sucked in a sharp breath and narrowed my eyes. “Why?”

  A slow, sexy smile adorned his lips. “I want to fuck until you can’t walk.”

  “That’s never stopped you before,” I said with a drawl. God, the times I’d stumbled out of the exclusive Upper East Side loft with shaky knees and aching bones during the past twelve months were more than I could count on two hands. Yet we always, always stuck to our rules. No exceptions.

  It’s just better that way. We’d agreed from the start that we wouldn’t get sloppy. Our rules were there for a reason—to protect us both. His perfect body was all mine for three glorious nights a week. No more, no less.

  Did I mention that I was a lucky girl?

  And that was just the way I liked it.

  Chapter 2 — Levi

  Kissing along the length of Montana’s arm, I grabbed hold of the silk drape hanging from the closest pillar and wrapped it around her wrist. She bit into her lower lip and squirmed under me.

  My cock couldn’t wait to get inside her, yet I wanted to take it slow, tease her until she couldn’t stand it any longer and begged me for her release. That was when I’d give her what she asked for. My cock. Hard and fast. But not a second before driving her to the edge of insanity.

  Although I was disappointed that Montana wouldn’t stay the night, I wasn’t going to waste a second of the time we did have together.

  “You love this bed, don’t you?” Her raspy voice was a mix of anticipation and sentiment.

  “You can tell?” I chuckled softly as I tied her other hand in the same way, taking care to keep the silk fabric flat on her delicate skin so that it wouldn’t cut into her flesh.

  “Mmmm, sure can.”

  I smiled at her. “It’s magnificent. Just like you. However . . . this bed without you on it is just a lump of wood.”

  The radiant smile Montana gifted me made my stomach do a 360-degree flip. One smile could turn a shitty day into a wonderful one.

  “Sometimes you say the sweetest things,” she purred. “You make me feel so damn good when we’re here in our own space. I almost forget the rest of the world exists.”

  “Almost?”

  “Yeah.” Her eyes soften. “Especially when I’ve had a rough day. You take all my stress and turn it into something positive. I love that.”

  “Mmmm . . . multiple orgasms? I love burning through our stresses until you come hard on my dick. Your pussy is better than any elixir or potion. If I could bottle this shit, we’d be trillionaires.”

  The sound of her melodic laugh was like balm for my soul. “Oh, you’re much too modest. Since you’re already a billionaire, what would you do with all that extra money? You own everything your heart desires. What more could you possibly want?”

  Her question stirred something deep inside me. A nagging unease settled in the pit of my stomach. It was the one question I didn’t have an answer for. A question that awakened a restlessness inside me that I’d been trying to suppress for weeks.

  As if to prove her point, she let her gaze wander over the lavish room. Decorated in sumptuous chocolate browns, decadent caramels, and deeply erotic crimson with touches of gold, the bed and furnishings were over the top, opulent, and as luxuriant as money could buy.

  I kept my eyes on her the entire time, watching as pleasure flitted across her expressive features. Eventually, her gaze settled back on mine.

  “See? Everything is perfect already,” she breathed, as if in a trance.

  She’s right. I owned everything a man could ever want in a lifetime, yet a small part of me still felt empty, as if it needed filling. I was aware that more stuff wasn’t the answer. A small corner of my heart and soul remained unsatisfied, no matter how many new toys I added to my sizeable collection.

  Twelve months ago I would have told you that all I needed was sex on a regular basis to complete my busy life. Because of my hectic schedule, it had been difficult to achieve if I didn’t want a random woman in my bed every night. My cousin Tyler had suggested I find a fuck buddy, someone I enjoyed sex with, and made it a regular no-strings-attached arrangement.

  “Hey, I’m still here,” she teased, bringing me back to the moment by placing a soft kiss on my arm as I hovered over her. “Where did you drift off to?”

  “Oh, I was just thinking back to when we started this.” I let go of my thoughts and lightened my voice. “Little did I know how much fun it would be to tie you up to a huge four poster bed back then.”

  I was about to give up on the whole fuck buddy thing just before I met her. She wasn’t aware that I’d spent a good part of the prior six months trying to find the right woman who wanted the same thing as I did . . . and failed. In the end, most of the affairs I’d tried had gone sour after a few weeks. It turned out that women used the promise of fuck buddies as bait to get a man to screw her until she had her claws well and truly into him. Then the demands came and they became needy and clingy.

  What didn’t women understand about NO strings attached?

  It was self-explanatory. Mostly women just wanted to complicate a great sexual relationship and try to keep me on a short leash.

  Wasn’t happening. Not ever.

  I’d seen how marriage had fucked up the lives of most of my college buddies. With the exception of one, the rest were at some stage of breaking up, either fighting custody battles or being sued for spousal support until they were broke.

  It just wasn’t for me. I didn’t have time for shit like that.

  That was why Tyler’s idea seemed brilliant at the time. It was the perfect solution for me.

  And then I’d met Montana, my alter-ego.

  We were a perfect match.

  Montana was di
fferent. She wanted nothing more from me than my cock. She’d made that abundantly clear from the start.

  “Neither did I,” she breathed. Her nipples had formed hard peaks and goosebumps covered her skin.

  I’d found it refreshing that she was so honest and open about it.

  Montana fucked like she did everything else—living in the moment and giving it her complete attention. That was what made it so fucking amazing. She gave as good as she got.

  I’m a lucky bastard.

  I had the best lover in town and not a worry in the world. My life was like a well-oiled machine, with only an occasional hiccup when I had to be out of town for business. I tried to schedule trips around our arrangement because I simply enjoyed our time in the loft too much to give it up for anything else.

  Yet, aware that she held back a part of herself—the part we’d agreed to keep out of our arrangement—I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like if she were one hundred percent invested. But since we’d agreed to keep messy emotions out of the game, I’d never experience that side of her.

  Some day if Montana changed her mind and decided to let her heart get involved, she’d be a spectacular wife. For now at least I had her all to myself, and I wasn’t letting go anytime soon. I had to be content with that.

  For reasons I didn’t completely understand myself, I’d lately started fantasizing about waking in the mornings with her in my arms. At first it was just a fleeting thought and I’d pushed it aside, yet the desire grew stronger every time she said goodbye. Increasingly not only the bed and the physical space but something deep inside me felt empty when she walked out the door.

  Montana appeared to be happy with our arrangement, so I wasn’t going to jinx it by pushing too hard on sleepovers. But there was no harm in trying my luck and maybe if I planted the seed enough times, she’d relent on occasion and stay with me all night long.

  With a little help from my beautiful lover, we’d created the perfect love nest. A year ago I’d purchased an inner-city loft apartment as an investment property and converted it into the perfect environment for hard-core fucking with Montana.