S*x and Secrets: Alpha Billionaire Forbidden Romance

by Jani Kay

  “Ready for your surprise?” His deep baritone voice pulled me back from my dark thoughts, and when his lips nibbled on my earlobe it sent goose bumps scattering over my skin.

  This moment was all that counted. It was the way I’d survived my past—living in the now, taking one breath at a time and then the next.

  My voice hitched. “Y . . . yes.”

  “I’m going to lead you upstairs. Just trust me, okay?” I loved the huskiness in his voice that he reserved for sex only.

  “Upstairs?” I sucked in a breath as I processed it. “Isn’t this loft on the top floor?”

  Chuckling softly, as if he enjoyed my situation, Levi placed his hands on my hips and steered me gently. “Correct. But I’ve had some work done. You’re going to love it.”

  It was a statement, not a question. Levi was the most confident person I’d ever met in my life and that night it was oozing from his pores.

  “Okay,” I said, attempting to keep the apprehension out of my voice. I was under the impression we’d spend the night in his bed and I wasn’t prepared for anything new, because knowing how over-the-top Levi could go, there could be anything up there, even a damn circus with elephants. When he got an idea, he threw everything at it, sparing no expense or amount of trouble. No wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, unless he was the one saying it.

  Of course I’d expected a birthday gift from my lover, but I didn’t like the way he threw money at every whim of his. A simple piece of jewelry would suffice, but here I was going up the stairs to what I could hardly imagine.

  Using my hands on a cool metal rail to guide my steps, and with Levi gently pushing me from behind, I counted twenty-seven steps before he held me back. Already freaked out, I wiped my clammy palms on the front of my dress. I hated uneven numbers—they’d always brought me bad luck. It didn’t help that this year my birthday was an odd number either.

  “Let me open the door, sweetheart.”

  He pushed up against my body so I could feel his hardness press against my back. I turned my head and took a deep sniff of the wonderful aroma of Levi’s natural pheromones mixed with his favorite aftershave. God, how it turns me on.

  The hinges creaked as the door swung open. A cool breeze swept over my skin and my heart rate picked up a few notches.

  “Just one more step,” Levi coaxed in his velvety voice.

  Thank fuck. Twenty-eight. I let out the breath I’d been holding and took the next step as quickly as I could, just in case it wasn’t really there. But it was.

  Relax, Montana. You can trust Levi’s word. He’s never lied to you . . . at least not yet.

  “Are we there yet?” It took all of my self-restraint not to rip the blindfold off. I needed to see where we were, what Levi had gotten up to, and of course, the beautiful man himself.

  “Just a little more patience, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. Just enjoy the moment, okay?” He placed a strong arm around my waist and held me tight as if he’d never let me go, yet his voice was gentle and reassuring against my skin where he planted a soft kiss, lulling me back into a sense of security.

  I loved how he commanded my body. A word or gesture was all that was needed for me to feel safe again. It was something I’d never experienced in my life before—not even in my childhood.

  Levi spun magic like a spin doctor, and I was the willing recipient of whatever he gave me.

  Chapter 15—Levi

  Something about Montana caused my primal instincts to kick in something fierce. I wanted to protect her from harm, yet I couldn’t explain why it was that I felt an urge to shelter her—I just did—and since I was a man who trusted his gut, I let it ride.

  I loved that she trusted me enough to allow me to blindfold her and that she’d followed my instructions without question.

  As soon as we reached the upper rooftop deck, I pulled her into my arms and held her for a long moment. Her heart raced against my chest and I wasn’t sure if it was from the stairs we’d just climbed, the excitement of the unknown, or that we were standing so close to one another.

  I decided that it was most likely a mix of all three. I kissed her lips softly before pulling away.

  “I’m going to remove the blindfold now,” I said, eager to watch her face when she saw what I’d created for her. I’d done a fine job considering I’d only had a few days to plan and execute it with the help of Wilson. The man was invaluable, and I decided to double his bonus check at the end of the month. “Ready?”

  “Yeah, I think so,” she said, her vulnerability clear in the way her hands wrung together.

  I undid the knot in the silk fabric and held it in my hand till I could move to face Montana so that I could fully witness her reaction. Then I let it drop away and watched.

  She held her breath for a few moments and took it all in. Montana’s eyes sparkled, and her smile was reward enough for everything I’d done. I moved closer and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind her, soaking up the moment and committing it to memory.

  “Oh My God, Levi. It’s spectacular.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” I said simply. I couldn’t be happier. When Montana was happy, I was happy. End of story.

  Hundreds of fairy lights blinked randomly, accompanied by candles and lanterns to lend a surreal ambience to the outdoor garden I’d created on the rooftop.

  “It’s like a fairyland,” she gasped, clutching her hand to her chest.

  “So you’ve been there?” I asked, chuckling. If only I could see inside her mind.

  “Yes, a thousand times in my imagination. It looks exactly like this,” she said in awe, gesturing all around us.

  In the center stood a table groaning under the food Red and her team had brought. Because I only wanted the two of us on the rooftop, I’d had romantic music piped through special speakers instead of hiring a string quartet. Dinner was going to be accompanied by serious fucking, and no way in hell did we want company.

  Montana scanned the setting and her gaze immediately went to the contraption hanging near the table.

  “A swing?” she said with delight as she clapped her hands. “That’s amazing. It’s got flowers all wrapped around it.”

  “Not just any swing,” I said with a chuckle. “That’s a sex swing, baby. A birthday present we can both enjoy.”

  She turned in my arms so that she faced me. Her hand went to my cheek and stroked it softly. “Wow, Levi, you’ve thought of everything. This is blowing my mind. Definitely the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

  She stood on tiptoes and kissed me, taking my breath away. “Thank you.” Her voice was low and sultry. Damn, I’d move the fucking heavens if she thanked me like that every time.

  “This is only the beginning, baby. Wait till I put you in that swing and feed you lobster and my cock. You’re going to love it.”

  Her cheeks brightened, and she licked her lips. My girl was starving.

  “As much as I love this dress on you, it’s got to go.” I lifted the tendrils of hair hanging over her back and pulled down the zipper of the tight red dress. With a little coaxing, it fell to the floor in a pool around her feet. I held her hand as she stepped out of it wearing only killer heels and the new hairclip I’d sent that morning. That has to stay.

  Obviously I couldn’t give her a diamond ring, and as I’d been browsing the top-end jewelry store, my eye had fallen on the exquisite ruby and diamond clip set in an intricate white gold lace pattern.

  The bejeweled hairpiece had been exactly what I was looking for. I could picture it in Montana’s golden blond hair. I told the pretty sales lady I’d take it, and asked her to wrap it, not even blinking at the five-figure price-tag. Nothing was too good or too expensive for my girl’s birthday.

  Aware that Montana would balk at the price-tag, I’d instructed Wilson to remove it from the tell-tale blue signature jewelry box and to hand-deliver it to Montana’s apartment first thing in the morning tied to a dozen long-stemmed red roses with a handwritten note I’d scr
ibble that simply said: Wear me tonight.

  As if she read my mind, her fingertips stroked gently over the hairclip. “I love this clip. It’s so delicate and beautiful.”

  “Just like you,” I breathed, meaning every word.

  “Thank you, Levi. You really spoil me.” The glitter in her eyes outshone the diamonds.

  “You can repay me if you want,” I said with a wicked smile.

  “I can’t imagine—”

  I placed my fingers over her lips. “Easy. A thousand kisses and then a thousand more.” Although one would suffice, I was greedy and not ashamed of it either.

  “That seems fair for something so unique.” She smiled and pressed her tits against me as her arms went around my neck. I loved kissing Montana, but when it was she who kissed me, the energy was somehow different—like a million bolts of lightning that shot through my body and set me on fire.

  Both hands cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her long legs around my hips and smothered me with another kiss, even more intense than the first.

  “Two down, thousands to go.” I chuckled when she released my lips. “Time for the swing, baby.” Her breath came in short pants as I set her ass into the seat. I took a step back to admire her, the sight of her like that taking my breath away.

  Jesus. The way the leather straps bit into her flesh made my cock throb painfully. My plan was to take it slowly, to feed her morsels of food and to eat my food off her body.

  I’ll try, see how long I last before the satin pants come off and I just fuck her blind.

  “Where are you going?” she said as I turned my back to her.

  I had to look away, had to do something with my hands or else I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions. “Getting some lobster to feed you. You’ll need all your strength tonight.” I wasn’t kidding. I almost felt sorry for her.

  She smacked her lips together. “Hmmm, I love lobster. The taste . . . the texture.”

  I lifted a silver lid off one of the dishes and pulled chunks of white flesh from the shell. I put a large piece into my mouth and took a small plate stacked with the rest and went to stand between her legs. I tried not to look down between her thighs as she opened them and welcomed me closer, crossing her ankles behind my ass to trap me there.

  She opened her lips and took the morsel from my mouth. I watched as she chewed then swallowed, delight evident on her face.

  “Oh my God. It’s divine. More, please.”

  I fed her piece by piece, her moans of approval turning me on as she devoured the lobster. A trickle of butter sauce had run down her chin and between her tits.

  “You’re a messy bitch,” I said. “Now I’ll have to clean you up.”

  Her eyes sparkled as she pushed her chin and chest forward for me to lick. The crisp night air had caused her nipples to stand erect and once I started licking the butter sauce, I couldn’t stop even when there wasn’t a drop left on her skin. I licked and sucked and kissed her breasts and then her stomach, her moans of delight filling the evening air.

  “Lean back. I have something I’m going to eat off you. It’s one of my favorite things.”

  “Well hurry then,” she said with a laugh. “This is fun.”

  I returned from the table with a small silver dish. I lifted a silver spoon with caviar piled high and brought it closer to her body. “I’ve always wondered what these salty little fish eggs would taste like on your pussy. Now I’m about to find out.”

  Her eyes widened. “That’s what you think of every time you eat caviar?”

  “Yeah. I think of your pussy and how it tastes. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

  “No, nothing,” she said, smiling innocently, but the red color that flushed her cheeks gave her away.

  “Lie back, darling. I don’t want to spill even one.”

  The swing cradled her body as she followed my instructions.

  “Now open your legs—spread them wide for me. I’m going to put these little jewels right where I want them.”

  Fuck. Her wetness glistened in the candlelight, and as I sprinkled the caviar droplets over her pussy, she shuddered. I couldn’t stop myself. My two favorite things together and I was out of control. I fell to my knees as my head disappeared between her legs, licking and sucking and kissing until I’d consumed every single little egg.

  “Jesus, that was sexy as fuck.” I sprinkled more caviar over her pussy, up her stomach, and then I dropped a whole spoonful into her belly.

  My slurping sounds were nearly drowned out by her moans. “I’ll be back,” I said in my best Arnie impersonation, making a complete fool of myself.

  At the table, I quickly scanned the offerings until I found what I was looking for. Taking care not to burn myself, I blew out the small candle that kept the pot of melted chocolate warm and liquefied.

  “What’s that?” Montana asked.

  “Dessert,” I said simply, with the widest grin on my face. I placed a finger in the pot, and held the chocolate-covered digit to her lips. “Check if it’s too hot?”

  She sucked my finger into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around it. Fuck, it could be my dick she was sucking it was that sensuous. “It’s perfect.”

  “Great.”

  First I drizzled chocolate over Montana’s body, making circles around her nipples, and a long line over her stomach to her pussy. I’d never look at chocolate again without thinking of this.

  “It feels so good when it’s still warm like that.”

  I took my time licking it off her, slowly working my way down her body.

  “Levi, I need to come. Please,” she whimpered as I sucked her chocolate-covered clit.

  “Not yet, baby.”

  I couldn’t stand the tease any longer, and apparently neither could Montana. I pulled my black lounge pants down and stepped out of them.

  My erection stood proud, drops of pre-cum glistening in the light.

  “Time to feed you my cock. Are you ready for your dessert?”

  Montana nodded. “So ready. You have no idea.”

  I dipped my cock into the pot of chocolate. Fuck it was still hot, but not enough to burn the sensitive skin.

  “Levi,” Montana groaned.

  “Open your mouth, baby. Here comes The Monster.” I grabbed hold of the chair I’d placed by the swing earlier and stood on it so my dick was in her face.

  She leaned forward and grabbed hold of my balls. I fed her my cock and she licked and sucked so hard it drove me insane.

  When she finished, there wasn’t a trace of chocolate left. Nothing.

  “Clean enough?” she asked with a giggle.

  “Oh yeah. Now for your real present. The Monster fucking you in the swing.”

  I adjusted the height of the swing straps so that we fitted perfectly.

  “Ready?”

  “Ready.”

  I fed The Monster to her pussy. All twelve inches of twitching erection pumped into her until she screamed my name into the night and came on my rock-hard cock.

  It was one birthday neither of us would ever forget.

  Chapter 16 — Montana

  Sweating my ass off on a treadmill the morning after my birthday feast with Levi, I pulled a face when my phone rang. I’d just run ten miles to burn off the calories from the decadent food Levi had fed me, and I was gasping for air. I hit the stop button, wiped the sweat with the back of my hand, and glimpsed at the screen.

  Jake Monroe.

  Sitting down on the belt of the treadmill, I wiped my face with a towel and drank greedily from my drink bottle. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and let the call go to voicemail.

  Jake. For a man, he was actually beautiful rather than handsome. I couldn’t explain it, but when he stared at me with those piercing ice blue eyes, it sent a shiver down my spine. Every. Single. Time.

  It wasn’t in a good way at all. There was something about him, about the way he looked at me that freaked me out. It wasn’t his quasi-celebr
ity status or even his reputation for grilling his ‘victims’.

  My stomach churned. Something about him I couldn’t place my finger on made my skin crawl. I’d learned to trust my instincts about people, and my gut feel was that he had a deeper interest in me than was normal for a talk show host.

  Before my first meeting with him I’d heard that he was intimidating, but I’d never imagined he’d make me feel small and inadequate in his presence, as if he were probing for dirt and wouldn’t rest until he got some.

  The phone went off again. I opened one eye and glared at the screen.

  Yep. Jake again. He’d probably pester me the same way he’d done before my last interview, so I grimaced and took the call.

  “Jake. Hi,” I said, still panting from my run.

  “Hello, Montana. Have I caught you in the middle of sweaty sex? Sounds like you’re out of breath.”

  Annoyed by his assumption, I kept my voice curt and clipped. As if I’d answer my phone during sex. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jake.” I wanted this call over with so I could get into the shower. “How can I help you?”

  “I wanted to invite you to dinner tonight. I’ve booked a cozy table for two at a fancy new restaurant I’ve heard is divine. Pick you up at seven?”

  Although I wasn’t amused, I kept my voice light. “You’ll have to get someone else for that booking tonight. My schedule is packed for the next few weeks, sorry.” Not really.

  I was telling the truth about being busy. A trip to China may even be on the cards.

  “Hmmm, I thought you’d say something like that.” There was a smirk in his voice and he didn’t sound happy with my answer. “I’m disappointed, Montana.”

  So I’d been right. Jake had something more than a professional interest in me. But why? I’d never flirted with him or let him believe I even found him attractive. And I certainly had never fawned over him like the other women did when I was in the studio.