Shattered: A Billionaire Romance Series (Contemporary Romance Novels)

by Love, Michelle

  Fuck. It pissed me off to no end.

  I ripped her panties down and turned my body so I could slip my head between her legs and the wall and press my lips to her. She practically screamed as I dragged my tongue across her slit and tasted her.

  She couldn’t seem to help herself as she rubbed her wet pussy across my tongue. Her legs quivered in my hands until my hold on her was the only reason she was still standing, but I didn’t let up. I flicked my tongue over her clit until she cried. I shoved my tongue deep inside her until she whimpered, but when I could feel her close to her release, I let up.

  “Lucas,” she moaned. “Please.”

  “Please what?” I hissed as I looked up at her. She rested her forehead against the wall, and her hair spilled down her shoulders.

  “Please let me come,” she whispered. “Please.”

  I blew gently against her until I had her squirming, and I finally raked my teeth lightly over her clit. Her whole body shuddered as the climax ravaged her body, and I loosened my hold as she slid down the wall. Pushing my body up, I leaned back and let her fall right onto my lap, her legs straddling me.

  She blinked and stared at me. “That doesn’t prove anything,” she whispered as she slowly moved across my erection. Lifting my knees, I worked my pants the rest of the way down.

  “It proves that you want me. And you can have me, Sloan,” I murmured as I tucked her hair behind her ear.

  Her eyes searched me. “Why can’t you just call it a relationship?”

  The word bit sharply into me. There were relationships with women, and then there was a relationship to one woman. I had plenty experience with the former but virtually none with the latter.

  And I wasn’t about to start now.

  Rather than answer her, I simply lifted her until I could slide into her. She welcomed me snugly, and I grunted as pleasure swept through me. She knew what I was doing. I could see the accusation in her eyes, but need drove us both. Instead of pushing the issue, she just lifted her shirt and unsnapped her bra so that her breasts swung free. As she rode me, I leaned over and took a nipple in my mouth.

  I was addicted to every sound of pleasure. The more she moaned, the more I wanted to hear her moan. She moved faster, her pussy stroking me, her body slamming against mine. I dug my fingers into her hips and urged her on.

  “Shit, baby,” I hissed. “You feel too good. I can’t hold on much longer.”

  She whimpered, and I knew that she was close. Digging my heels into the floor, I pushed my body against the wall until she took me so deep that I didn’t know where I ended and she began. The contact was too much for her, and she arched her back rigidly and exploded around me.

  As her muscles clenched and milked me, it was all I could do to hold her up as I reached my own climax. Moaning her name, I emptied everything inside her. All that I could give was hers.

  When she slumped against me, I closed my eyes and held her. I didn’t know if minutes or hours passed, but she finally pushed herself up and stared at me. “We should probably move before Randi gets home,” she whispered.

  “I’m not leaving,” I said darkly as I anchored her to me. “I don’t give a fuck if your whole apartment complex walks in on us. I’m not done with you yet.”

  She laughed dryly and shook her head. “I just meant that we should move this some place more private, like my bedroom. It has a door that locks.”

  Sloan slowly eased off me and grabbed our clothes. She didn’t even look back as she led me to the bedroom, and I felt a little relief when she locked the door behind me.

  “It’s going to be hard to slip out of your own bed before morning,” I remarked as I slid my shirt off. She stiffened and turned to face me.

  “You’re really not going to let that go, are you?”

  “Not until you tell me why.”

  She tossed the clothes on the floor and shook her head. “I shouldn’t have to. I’ve had exactly one sexual partner, and we were in a long relationship. I’d just had a one-night stand with a man I barely knew. I didn’t know how to act.”

  “It’s not a one-night stand anymore.”

  “It’s still a casual relationship, and I don’t know that I can do that.” She sat on her bed and brought her knees up to her chest, effectively covering her nakedness.

  She looked so innocent and vulnerable. I could barely look at her. Sweeping my gaze around the room, I tried to find some answers. The white walls of apartments were so sterile, and the neutral carpeting didn’t help. Her color scheme was safe. Grey and white. There were a few pictures here and there, but no bold works of art on the walls. With the exception of her desk, it was meticulously neat. Clothes were hung, her shoes were lined neatly on the walls, and there was nothing strewn about on her dresser.

  Her desk, on the other hand, was a clusterfuck of books and papers. It was the first time I could say something concrete about her.

  She was a walking contradiction. Quiet and organized. Bold and passionate. Innocent and naive. Seductive and dangerous. If I had any sense, I would have walked away right then.

  I kept my voice even despite the knot growing in my stomach. “So tonight is it, then?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  Good. Even though I knew it was wrong, relief swept through me. I walked back to the bed and slowly crawled towards her. Pulling her ankles down, I moved up her body until she could do nothing but lie back as I settled my weight on top of her. “So what are you saying? You want romance? Flowers, jewelry, candle-lit dinners?”

  “Yes.”

  Fuck. I gritted my teeth and shook my head. “I can’t give that to you, Sloan. I’m just not that kind of man. I don’t want marriage or kids. I can’t look past today. But I can show you exactly what your body is capable of. I’ll let you act out your fantasies on me and explore yourself.”

  Her eyes darkened, and I smiled. She was hooked. “Would you be monogamous while we were together?”

  I chose my words carefully. “I don’t usually use the term monogamy because I don’t do relationships. But I know that your last boyfriend cheated on you, and I can only assume that it’s a sensitive point for you. If it will help you, I won’t be with anyone else while I’m with you, but I can’t pretend this is more than a sexual experience.”

  She never broke eye contact while she considered the agreement. Wordlessly, she nodded. Placing the palms of her hands on my shoulders, she pushed until I flipped us over. Giving me a quick kiss on the mouth, she slowly slithered down my body, her tongue trailing down my skin, until she poised hesitantly over my cock.

  The thought of her sucking me off already had me stirring. When she didn’t move, I wrapped my hands gently in her hair and tried to tug her back up. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I whispered.

  “No, I want to. My ex said I wasn’t very good at it.” She glanced at me uncertainly. “I just thought that if you were going to let me explore, I could practice.”

  Nothing in the world would have made me turn down that offer. “Take your time,” I muttered hoarsely. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and waited.

  She was tentative at first. A tongue from base to tip. A few gentle squeezes. A quick lick at the tip.

  It was more erotic than if she’d taken me all the way down her throat. I grunted and tried to keep my hips still while she played.

  “Is that okay?” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah,” I muttered hoarsely. She was going to be the fucking death of me.

  When she finally wrapped her lips around me and slid slowly down my cock, I moaned and couldn’t help thrusting ever so slightly into her mouth.

  As she grew more comfortable, she took more. Bobbed her head faster. At that moment, I would have done absolutely anything she asked me.

  “Sloan?” I finally grunted through gritted teeth.

  She used her tongue to play with me as she slid her mouth up and over. “Yes?”

  “Your ex-boyfriend is a goddamn idiot.” />
  Chapter Five

  Sloan

  This time, when I woke up next to him, I didn’t leave. After playing with his body until late in the night, I’d slept soundly next to him, curled around his body like I’d spent countless nights with him. He had one arm thrown around me, and he actually looked peaceful as he slept.

  I moved my fingers softly through his hair and tried to figure out what I was doing. I had just agreed to a casual sexual relationship. It felt a little empowering to take control of my sexuality.

  “You look a little too pensive this morning,” he murmured as he stirred and stared at me.

  “I thought you were asleep,” I said with a smile. Rather than pulling away from me, he held me closer to his body.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  Turning in his arms, I pressed my hand against his naked chest. He looked damn good in the morning. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I looked a hot mess. “I was thinking about our agreement.”

  “Planning on backing out of it now that you’re happily satiated?”

  I saw the question in his eyes and smiled. “No. I was just thinking that it feels kind of freeing.”

  “Oh really?” His hand reached down to stroke my naked nipple. My body responded to him immediately. “What do you want to do next?”

  I knew what he was asking, but I wasn’t quite ready to voice any of my fantasies. “I want to get ready for class so I’m not late.”

  He groaned in frustration as I reluctantly pulled out of his grasp. “You’re supposed to be at my disposal. What if I say that I want you to spend the day in bed with me?”

  Chuckling, I reached for my clothes. “I’ll remind you that you have a multi-million-dollar company to run. You probably don’t have time to spend a weekday in bed.”

  “That’s true. You’ll come to my bed tonight?”

  Tonight? I so desperately needed to work on my thesis tonight. “I’ll try. I’ve got some research to do, but I’ll come afterwards.”

  “You’ll be at the library?”

  I nodded as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. His eyes never left me as I pulled my frizzy hair back into a pony-tail. “You keep spending mornings with me, and you’ll stop wanting me in your bed.”

  He whispered something so softly, that I wasn’t even sure I heard him correctly.

  That’s the idea. Is what it sounded like.

  Turning sharply, I stared at him. “What did you just say?”

  “Nothing.”

  Taking a deep breath, I turned back to the mirror. He was staring at me, but there wasn’t any guilt in his face. Even if he was trying to tire himself of me, it didn’t matter. I hadn’t questioned his motivations before I made the agreement, and I had no reason to question them now. “I have to go if I’m going to grab some coffee and breakfast before my first class,” I murmured as I turned from him. “If you could sneak out without Randi seeing you, that would probably be best.”

  He slowly stood. As the blankets fell away, I couldn’t help but stare. Lucas Montgomery was magnificent. He looked even better in my bedroom. “Are you ashamed of me?”

  Snorting, I rolled my eyes. “I doubt anyone would be ashamed of you. I just don’t want her drooling all over you. Would you please put some clothes on?”

  Moving up behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and met my eyes in the reflection. “Does my nakedness bother you?” he asked huskily.

  “Oh no you don’t!” I danced out of his reach and shook my head as I grabbed my bag. “I am off to class, and you will quit trying to distract me.” I took one last second to drink him in before I slipped out and closed the door behind me.

  “There you are!”

  I whirled around and stared as Randi stumbled in. Dragging a hand through her hair, she gave me a tired look. She still wore the same pink halter and jeans from yesterday.

  I stifled a smirk. “Walk of shame?”

  “Why is there no coffee in the pot? There is always coffee in the pot,” she moaned. “Did you sleep in? Why did you sleep in? Sloan, I need coffee.”

  “I did sleep in,” I said as I slowly moved from the door. Praying that Lucas would keep quiet and sneak out without Randi knowing, I tried to gracefully leave.

  “What did you do last night?” she asked as she cleared her throat. “Christ, I need a shower.”

  “Just worked on my paper. I am super late, and yes, you really do need a shower. You should take a nice long hot one,” I said loudly, hoping Lucas would get the hint.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she muttered as she shuffled down the hall. Glancing at the clock, I gritted my teeth.

  I was going to be so late.

  It was a fact that my professor didn’t let slip. When I finally arrived at class, he stopped the lecture and turned to stare at me as I tried to slip unnoticed into class. “Ms. Whitlow, so happy that you could join us,” Dr. Elliot said dryly.

  “Sorry professor,” I said as I ducked my head. Every head in the class turned.

  “Would you like to tell us what caused you to miss over half the class today?”

  I thought about telling him I was wrapped in the arms of a gorgeous man. But I just smiled briefly. “Alarm clock didn’t go off.” Quickly sliding into the nearest empty seat, I pulled out my notebook and tried to focus. As Dr. Elliot continued to lecture, I tried desperately to focus. By the time class was over, I realized that I hadn’t heard a single word.

  “Ms. Whitlow. Do you have a minute?” Dr. Elliot called out as I packed my bag at the end of class.

  “Of course,” I said with a tight smile. At least he was waiting for the rest of class to leave before he raked me over the coals for my tardiness. Mentally cursing Lucas and all his temptations, I slowly made my way down to him. “Dr. Elliot, I am sorry I was late.”

  “Ms. Whitlow,” he said as he held up his hand and smile. “You’re almost never late, so don't think anything of it. I reviewed the information you emailed me last weekend, and although it’s very late in the game, I think, my dear, you finally have your thesis statement.”

  My eyes widened, and I grinned. Over the weekend, I had emailed him the information I gathered from the charity in the hopes that I could include the information in my paper. The need for a summer schedule for students that included both education and pleasure that also taught the kids responsibility and charity. “I can make it work, Dr. Elliot. I know I can.”

  “You’re weeks behind. You’ll still have to find a group of subjects to participate and get in touch with the charities to come up with a lesson plan before the end of the semester. You have a lot of work to prepare for,” he said warningly.

  I nodded eagerly. “I will. I’ll get started right away!”

  He waved his hand to dismiss me, and I gripped my bag and raced to the library. If I skipped lunch, I had a solid four hours to work before my next class. After that, I could work all night.

  Sleep was overrated.

  It wasn’t until the sun had set and I’d spent hours in the library that my phone vibrated. Frowning, I picked it up and glanced at it.

  Your class let out hours ago. Where the hell are you?

  My heart sank. I had completely forgotten that I’d told Lucas that I’d try to meet him.

  I’m so sorry. I got caught up in researching at the library. I’m going to have to take a rain check.

  He texted back almost immediately.

  So we make an agreement, and you break it the first chance you get?

  What was the big deal? It was one night, and he knew how important my thesis was to me. I said I was sorry. I’ll make it up to you.

  He didn’t text back, and I tried to sink back into my work. I couldn’t help but glance at my phone every now and then to see if I had missed his text.

  I didn’t.

  The library didn’t close until two in the morning, so I quickly lost track of time. It wasn’t until a shadow passed over me that I looked back up again.

  Lucas stood
over me, and there was nothing but cold anger in his face.

  “What are you doing here?” I hissed in a low voice. Looking around, my heart sank when I saw that the library still had a handful of people in it. “How did you even get in here? It’s supposed to be student IDs only.”

  “I have money, Sloan. You’ll find that gets me just about anywhere.” He sat down and stared at me expectantly.

  “You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.”

  “I wanted to see you. We had plans, remember?”

  I glanced at my watch. It was nearly midnight. “Lucas, I’m sorry that I forgot, but you can’t just sit here and stare at me while I work.”

  “Why not? I don’t stand people up,” he said loudly.

  Rolling my eyes, I gritted my teeth. “Lower your voice,” I snapped. “People are here to study. Are you going to be an idiot every time something like this comes up?”

  “Do you expect to stand me up often? If you had called me and told me that you needed to work, I’d be much happier. Instead, you forgot. I don’t like being forgotten,” he said casually. He did lower his voice, but not by much.

  “For fuck’s sake,” I growled and slammed my book shut. There was no way I was going to get work done now. Shoving my books inside my bag, I stormed out. Predictably, he followed.

  Once outside, I whirled on him. “Is this what’s going to happen every time I piss you off? You’re going to stalk me on campus and embarrass me in front of my peers? I have put a lot of money and effort into my education, and this thesis is going to get me a career! A career that I am working damn hard for. I’m sorry that our plans slipped my mind, but I am weeks behind everyone else, so researching and writing thesis is my main priority. And if your ego can’t take that, then you might as well find some other woman to be your stupid fuck buddy.”

  I turned to continue down the stairs, but he reached out and grabbed my arm. “Do not walk away from me, Sloan,” he said in a low voice.