Billionaire's Secret: The Complete Series

by Simone Sowood

  I’d spent the past two weeks on an incredible adventure with Jay, aka James McAllister, after he whisked me away to France on his private jet. Since Saturday, I’ve been back in his bed. Or rather, he spent them in my bed in one of the guest rooms at his mansion. A room he said is now mine, complete with the huge wardrobe he’d bought me. Enough clothes to last a lifetime, and all ridiculously expensive brands.

  Last night was the first night I spent back at my condo since being slipped a date rape drug at the nightclub. Thank God Jay was there to save me. Especially since it meant spending so much time with him, which made me forgive him for lying about who he was.

  It was true, I never would have dated him if I’d known he was the owner of the company where I worked. And this way he knew I wasn’t a gold digger. I just wanted him for him.

  Jay spent most days over the past two weeks urging me to return to Force McAllister. But I couldn’t go back there. Everyone had seen me naked and bouncing on Jay’s cock. No way could I show my face there again.

  Besides, I was serious about my career, and didn’t want to have any preferential treatment. I needed to know that I achieved it from all the hard work I put in, not from fucking the boss.

  Jay had also been pestering me to let him pay off the mortgage I took out when my ex-boyfriend Matt conned me out of money. But I don’t want his money. Giving Matt the money was my own stupidity. I hated myself for being so gullible, and I needed to be the one who pays the price for it.

  My phone beeped with a text from Jay.

  Good luck today. Looking forward to the celebration afterwards. J

  My heart swelled at his words. I closed my eyes, imagining his embrace. The thought calmed my nerves as I waited for the elevator. I texted back then squeezed into the elevator.

  How are we celebrating? ;)

  I already knew how, and it didn’t involve clothes. My hand went to the diamond pendant necklace around my neck, now a permanent part of my body. My insides warmed at the very idea of Jay. I’d never been so enamored with a man before.

  The elevator opened at my floor and my phone bleeped. I was sure it was Jay, but I didn’t have time to look. First, I had to get off these ripped nylons.

  I didn’t see a restroom, so I ducked behind a potted fern near the elevators. It took some wiggling and jiggling, but I managed to get them off. It was just a question of if anyone noticed. I left my last job because of overexposure, I didn’t want to start the new one that way.

  “Hello, I’m here for Laurie Thompson. This is my first day.”

  “Welcome to the company,” the cheerful receptionist said.

  I waited at reception for my new boss.

  “Abbie, hi. All ready for your first day?” Laurie said, extending her hand.

  “Absolutely,” I said, taking her hand and shaking it.

  She explained practical things, like getting my id done and providing me with a card pass for the door, as we walked through the open-plan office.

  “This is your desk. I’ll let you get settled for a few minutes while I run down and find out your passwords for the network.”

  “Great.”

  I’d been dying to read the text from Jay. As soon as she stepped away, I pulled out my phone.

  Dinner at Dish and dessert at yours. Pick you up at seven. J

  I smiled, imagining the things he would do to my body. My God, could he do things to my body. Just thinking about it made me tingle. Shame CQ Francis had an open plan, and I didn’t have a big office like I had at Force McAllister.

  But where there was a will there was a way. I tucked myself tight against the desk, spread my knees and lowered the camera into place. I took several photos, hoping at least one would turn out.

  They were okay. A couple were blurry, and some were cut off at strange places. But one was a money shot. Centered and in focus, it led the viewer up the corral of my thighs to my black-lace panties.

  Except you couldn’t make out the lace. Couldn’t make out much of anything. I flicked my eyes over the low walls of my cubicle. Everyone seemed to be staring at their screens. Or looking at their phones. No one was paying attention to me.

  I leaned my chest on my desk and reached down, sliding my skirt up and my panties down, the cool air of the office swirling across my mound. I flicked off my shoes and shimmied my panties all the way off.

  Trying to suppress a grin, I took another look around the office to make sure no one was looking. I laid my chest on the desk, put the phone back between my spread legs and snapped away.

  Shit. Laurie was coming, marching straight at me. I bolted up and kicked my panties under the desk drawers. Desperate to send my photo to give Jay a teaser, I thumbed the ‘send as a text’ option and hit send.

  “Abbie, shall we go through some things?” Laurie asked.

  “Absolutely. I’m quite eager to get into the role.”

  I stood and followed her between the rows of cubicles and through a glass door into a meeting room. My phone beeped and beeped again. Man, what did Jay make of that? He must think I was crazy. Well, he already knew I was. This would just confirm it.

  Laurie took me through all the current reports and a bit about the people reporting to me. Three of them. The idea made me nervous. I’d only had one person report to me before, my friend Sam, and that was only for two weeks. Managing people I didn’t know was daunting, but I could do this, I knew I could.

  “Excuse me for a minute, I have to chase Mike over your password. He’s ignoring my emails. I’ll be quick,” Laurie said.

  I took out my phone, craving Jay’s responses to my text. But my heart stopped when I looked at the screen.

  Nice crotch shot. Aren’t you supposed to be working? LOL!!!! :P

  My skin burned in embarrassment. Jenny must’ve choked on her coffee when she saw that one. The second was from Sam.

  Hey sexy lady, heard you’re sharing nudie pics again, ‘cause you riding your man all over the internet isn’t enough for you lol

  I was never going to live this down. I shot one back.

  Soz, obviously not meant for you

  Damn, I thought you were ready to take our relationship to the next level

  Ha, Jenny always cracked me up.

  In your dreams

  I read Jenny’s last text as Laurie came back into the room.

  At least now I have a pic to masturbate to

  Like the ones of Jay and me weren’t enough. Ugh, my skin crawled at the idea of all the people who had the photo and, indeed, might be using them for self-pleasuring purposes.

  The rest of the day was productive. I got a good handle on my role and responsibilities and made a good start on the work that needed to be done.

  * * *

  At my condo, I had a quick shower and changed into the dress I’d earlier picked out from my collection at Jay’s. The collection he’d bought for me while I’d been recovering at his mansion. And when I say collection, I mean enough clothes to last a lifetime.

  It was a skimpy one, a sleek fire-engine red that barely covered my ass. The back dipped low, I’d have to go without a bra. I slipped on the first pair of Louboutins he’d bought me, not to be confused with the six pairs he’d bought since.

  I waited. Checked my watch. Checked it again. He should be here any minute. An idea hit, and I traipsed into the bedroom. I shimmied down my underwear and flicked my foot, sending them flying across the room. The Agent Provocateur g-string he had recently given me in my hands, I tried to figure out which string was which. It looked the same no matter which way I turned it. I pulled it on, but it didn’t seem right, so took it off and tried again.

  The intercom buzzed. Oh well, the g-string wasn’t sitting right but it would have to do. I threw on my Burberry trench coat and hurried down to meet Jay. When I strode out of the elevator, I saw him standing at the door and stopped.

  I swear every time I saw him he looked even hotter. Tailored Italian-cut suit, thick black hair and a smile that could turn a man gay
. And he was here for me! My insides did a little dance as I ran up and hugged him.

  Chapter 2

  “I missed you today,” Jay said.

  “You missed our afternoon meetings.” I giggled and kissed him, remembering how amazing the past two weeks had been.

  He put his hands on my waist, his grip firm. Our kiss deepened, and I leaned back to pull my head away despite how much as I wanted to carry on.

  “Hey,” he said, gripping me harder.

  “You’ll mess up my lipstick. You have to wait till after dinner for that.”

  He pressed his forehead to mine. “Is that so?”

  “Yes,” I teased, putting my finger to his nose.

  “Maybe I’m not hungry anymore.” He kissed my cheek.

  “Maybe I am.”

  “Fine,” he released his grip. “I can’t wait to see what’s under that trench coat.”

  “Let’s get to the restaurant, and you’ll find out.”

  He’d parked his McLaren in the no-stopping zone in front of my building, the same place he’d parked his old banger two months before. I walked up to the passenger door and grabbed the handle.

  “We’re getting a cab. There’s never any parking around Dish.”

  “Oh, okay. But you can’t leave your car here, it’s a no parking zone.”

  “It’s fine.” He put his arm around my waist, steering me away from the car.

  “No, they ticket like mad around here.”

  “Oh well.”

  “Unbelievable.”

  “What?”

  “Just because the ticket is pocket change to you, you don’t care? It’s not about the ticket, it’s about being considerate to other people.”

  He looked at me, and I flushed. It was my own little stance against the one percent.

  “You really want me to move it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fine, if it means that much to you. Just give me twenty minutes while I drive around looking for a parking spot.” He swung his arms in an exaggerated way as he said it.

  “But we’ll be late for our reservations.”

  “Which is it, Abbie? What would offend you less? A parking infraction or tardiness?”

  “Can’t we just drive there and find a spot?”

  A taxi drove past, and Jay flung up his arm. The car screeched to a stop. Jay opened the door and looked at me to get in. I debated for a moment, sighed and climbed in.

  Jay walked around the car and got in the other side. I shuffled across the seat and leaned my head on him. He put his arm around me, soothing me. Should I explain my little outburst? I caught myself with the image of his car parked where it shouldn’t be.

  “Can I ask you something?” This seemed like a good moment, it had been bothering me for a while.

  “Of course, anything.” He smoothed my hair.

  “Before you said you’ve wanted me for years. What did you mean by that?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I only worked at Force McAllister for a few months. How could you have wanted me for years?”

  The car stopped for a red light, and Jay’s eyes fixed on it. When it turned green, he spoke.

  “For years I’ve wanted to find someone to settle down with but never had any luck. Until I found you.”

  My heart filled with warmth and I squeezed my body into his. His closeness, his cologne, the beat of his heart. Everything about him mesmerized me.

  My eyes looked out the window, but I didn’t see anything on the other side. I was too intoxicated by his scent. The closeness of the cab made his spicy cologne much more apparent and I could think of little else.

  The only other thing I noticed was the g-string pulling against my lips. I guess they were not intended to be worn out and about. I tried moving it by clenching my ass cheeks, which was useless. I was dying to hitch it out, but that was all unladylike and Jay would most definitely notice. How would Jay react if I reached my hand up under my coat and dress and dug it out?

  We seemed to be hitting every red light, prolonging my discomfort.

  “Everything okay?” Jay asked.

  “Huh? Yeah. Why?”

  “Because you’re dancing around so much.”

  “I’m wearing an Agent Provocateur g-string and it’s really uncomfortable,” I said, my voice quiet so the taxi driver couldn’t hear.

  He leaned his head against mine. “Now I really wish we’d skipped dinner.”

  “Don’t you wish?”

  “I do. I’m going to tell this man to turn the car around.”

  “Not yet, mister. A girl deserves dinner first.”

  Jay burst out laughing, “Oh, does she now?”

  “Besides, you can’t be that excited.” After my parking tirade anyway.

  “You always have me excited.”

  “I do, do I?”

  He grabbed my arm, sliding his hand down until he’d found my hand, then he pushed it against his crotch. His cock was hard, the discovery of which excited me to my core. I still could not believe I had this effect on a man as incredible as him.

  Chapter 3

  We pulled up in front of Dish, the hottest and hardest restaurant to get into in Chicago. I’d never been, but it seemed like Jay had many times before.

  He opened the wooden door, and into a space lined with more wood.

  As soon as we were at the hostess station, Jay took my coat from me. His eyes raked over my body as the red dress was revealed for the first time.

  “Right this way, sir,” the hostess said once she’d taken our coats.

  The hostess led us to a table for two in the corner. It matched the wood of the entranceway. Jay sat with his back to the room, giving me a good view of the trendy restaurant.

  It wasn’t particularly big, certainly nowhere near the size of a TGI Friday’s. I’d never been anywhere so upscale before. The same dark wood was everywhere, even in the light fixtures. All the diners were dressed to impress, and there were a surprising amount of them, given that it was a Monday. What surprised me most was how far apart the tables were. We could shout dirty secrets to each other and no one else would hear.

  * * *

  “Your menus,” the waiter said, placing one on the table in front of each of us. “May I get you anything to drink to start with?”

  “A bottle of the Besin Colseau 2010,” Jay said to the waiter.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  Jay looked to me and smiled. “Red wine.”

  Another man appeared and poured water into our water glasses. Embarrassed, I picked up mine and drank.

  The menu was… different. There were only three entrees to choose from, and I didn’t know what half the stuff in it was. I studied it, determined to translate it into something I understood. It boiled down to meat, fish or poultry. I went for the poultry as that was always safe, though I’d never had quail before, other than the eggs Jay had brought to the picnic, which is the only reason I knew it was a bird.

  A sommelier appeared and poured our wine. We ordered our food. Another man appeared with an assortment of bread to choose from. I selected a herbed potato bread. Potatoes made into bread, who knew?

  I was in agony the entire time. Wearing the g-string out was the worst idea I’d ever had. Lesson learned. But for now I needed to take it off.

  “I keep envisioning that g-string under your dress.”

  I stifled a laugh. “It’s about to come off, I can’t take it anymore.”

  Jay raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

  “Yes, if you’ll excuse me for a minute, I’m going to the ladies’ room to take it off.” I stood, trying to figure out which way the restroom was.

  “I’ll be thinking about you.”

  * * *

  The washroom had three stalls. Nice stalls. The partitions went all the way from the ceiling to the floor, and the solid doors were the same dark wood as in the restaurant. Even though I was alone, I went into a stall to take off the g-string, in case someone came
in. I didn’t want them to find me with my panties around my knees. Well, if you could call these panties, there was not quite enough fabric for them to qualify.

  G-string in hand, I pulled open the stall door and jumped. Jay was standing right in front of me. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him.

  “You can’t be in here,” I said.

  “Is this another one of your rules?” He kissed my neck and I closed my eyes in delight.

  “Not only mine. You can’t just come in a women’s bathroom,” I said, my voice breathy.

  “I’m James McAllister, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” He kissed across my cheek.

  “Not to me you’re not, Jay Mickle. You definitely can’t do anything. You didn’t manage to keep that photo off the internet.” The shock and hurt of the photo had been forgotten and had become a light-hearted joke between us. I giggled and put my finger on his lips, stopping his advancing kiss.

  “Watch me.” He turned us around and backed me up against the counter, planting his lips on mine.

  He placed his hand on my thigh and slid it up, taking the fabric of my dress with it. His fingers grazed across my bare lips, making them tingle. I had to be strong.

  “We can’t in here,” I protested between kisses. “It’s a bathroom.”

  “It’s a lot cleaner than that dive bar, and I didn’t see you complaining there.”

  The memory of being under the table at the bar made my pussy clench with want.

  “But our appetizers have been ordered and are probably going cold on the table.” I tried to wiggle my way out of his grasp.

  “So I’ll order fresh ones.” He slipped a finger inside of me, the pressure so light it made me hunger for more. Fuck it.

  I moaned, needing more. He increased the pressure of his finger, my pussy becoming wet with want. We kissed, a passionate, deep kiss as frantic as our first.