Billionaire's Secret: The Complete Series

by Simone Sowood

  My body awakened, the fatigue pushed to the side for the moment as I was driven by the overriding need to have him against me. For us to be as close together as we could get.

  I shifted my legs wider, and his weight moved between them. Without releasing my lips, he arched his back and ran his hand down my side, cupping the side of my breast and teasing my nipple with his thumb as he made his way to my waist.

  Collin’s hand clamped onto the fleshiest part of my waist, sending a moan from my throat through his mouth.

  My panties were damp with want, and I wished he’d pull them off.

  Instead, his other hand shifted both my arms around my head and pinned them together. My breath quickened with anticipation.

  The hand on my waist moved back up my side and cupped my cheek as he deepened our kiss. I craned my neck to get closer to him and he pulled his mouth away, trailing kisses down my exposed neck and back up my jawline until he nibbled at my earlobe.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, his voice so earnest and caring that the pain I’d been carrying around the past seven years seemed to float up to the ceiling.

  Collin

  Jenny wrapped my legs around one of hers and began to grind against my thigh. Her panties, wet for me, rubbed against my leg.

  “You want me to make you scream?”

  A deep moan left Jenny, resonating down my back.

  “I said, do you want me to make you scream? Because I don’t have to. We can go to sleep now if you want.”

  I tugged her bottom lip into my mouth and sucked it, loving each fucking moan and whimper coming out of her. I needed to hear how loud she’d moan when I sucked her lips into my mouth.

  “I’m still waiting for your answer.” I tightened my grip on her wrists, urging her to respond. To beg.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Make me scream.”

  “My fucking pleasure.”

  Releasing her hands, I moved down her body, stopping to flick my tongue over each of her nipples until they turned to stone. Satisfied, I kissed the soft flesh of her belly.

  My hands reached her panties, and I yanked them off. I shoved her legs wide and buried my face in her pussy, already glistening for me.

  I blew across her lips and her back arched. She was so responsive, always, and I fucking loved it.

  “When I get done, this sweet pussy isn’t going to know what happened.”

  A high-pitched moan flew out of her mouth. I fully intended to ruin her pussy; sex without me will be nothing but a disappointment for her from now on.

  My tongue explored her folds, dipping in her slick entrance and licking up her slit. I clamped my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth. She gasped and moaned as I prodded it with my tongue and nibbled at with my teeth. I had to lay my arm across her to hold her still.

  “Please,” she gasped. Her begging made my cock throb.

  I slid two fingers into her juicy pussy, and pumped them against her g-spot while circling my tongue around her clit. Her body squirmed and she grabbed at my hair. Each time her moaning increased in pitch, my arm had to work harder to hold her still.

  Her thighs squeezed my head in a vice grip, her pussy spasmed around my fingers in equal force as she came. I let her peak, enjoying the sweet fucking sound of her screaming in ecstasy because of me.

  When she calmed, I moved up my body and rammed my cock into her in one motion. My back arched to reach her lips, my mouth claiming hers, letting her know she’s mine now.

  Jenny wrapped her legs around me, trying to trap me against her. I pushed back and drove into her until the tip of my dick hit her cervix. Her pussy wrapped around my cock in a spasming orgasm, sending a shudder through my body.

  “Collin!” she squealed and her body twisted and writhed underneath me.

  My balls tightened and I grunted, filling her with my cum.

  I collapsed beside her, exhausted. After five in the morning, we fell asleep, Jenny tangled in my arms.

  Jenny

  “Baby.” I became aware of Collin’s hand on my shoulder as he tried to wake me. Feeling as though it was the dead of night, I moaned and tried to free my shoulder of his hand.

  “Tired,” I mumbled.

  “We have to get up, it’s eight-thirty and we need to get on the plane. We need to get going to get there for a late lunch.”

  “Can’t we go for a lupper?” I said without opening my eyes. Three hours’ sleep, after such an eventful night, was just not enough for my body. Which freaked me out, because I always, always wake up earlier when I go to bed later. But that had been turned on its head since Collin had appeared back in my life.

  With his voice low against my ear, he said “Okay, twenty more minutes but you have to skip room service for breakfast.”

  “Is there coffee?”

  “There’s always coffee.”

  “Then fine.”

  Collin kissed my cheek. Without opening my eyes, I could sense him get out of bed and leave the room. I was back asleep within moments.

  “Come on! Up!” Collin’s voice jolted me awake and his clapping made sure I stayed that way.

  “You said twenty minutes,” I said, whining.

  “It’s been forty-five. So if you want to see your mom today, you’re going to have to get out of bed.”

  I pushed back the cover with all the strength I could muster. With great effort, I pushed myself to a seated position and rubbed my eyes.

  “Shit. I only have the skimpy dress I wore out last night, I can’t go to my mother like that.”

  “Don’t worry, I took care of it. I had my driver Mo swing by your place and grab you a bunch of clothes. Plus your pills.”

  My brow knitted, absorbing what he had done. I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of someone going through my stuff in my apartment without me, especially my fricking birth control pills, but I guessed Collin did it to let me sleep a little longer.

  I tied my hair back and staggered into the shower, letting the water pound off my torso in an attempt to move from dream state to awake state.

  As I rubbed the shower gel over me, my head floated back to last night. To everything that had been said and the physical act afterwards. As I rinsed the sudsy water off me, I realized how fast my heart was beating.

  Could this really be happening? Could I trust Collin not to hurt me again? After all he’d done over the past few weeks, was he just going to get up and move on to the next city he opened a new nightclub in?

  * * *

  Even though I’d downed two cups of coffee, my eyelids were still heavy as I stepped out from the backseat of the Maybach and climbed the steps into Collin’s private jet.

  I’d never stepped foot on a private jet before, and was filled with excitement as I roamed around the interior, even in my tired state.

  The interior was dark, and made me think it was a nightclub with wings. All black walls and high gloss black trim, black leather seats, LED lighting and television screens scattered around the space. What had my parents thought when they set foot onboard?

  Collin sat down on a sofa and patted the seat beside him. I snuggled up against him on the sofa. He pulled a seatbelt across my lap and put his arm around my shoulders. I tilted my head and rested it against him as the engines revved.

  We taxied along the runway. I watched out the window behind me as we lifted off the tarmac and Chicago faded into the distance.

  I dozed a little, but was awakened by an attendant bringing me coffee. She set a table up in front of our sofa, and laid out several pastries and fresh fruit. It was heaven to my eyes. I picked up a Danish and bit a massive chunk of the gooey goodness into my mouth.

  The food and drink energized me and, for the first time that day, I was fully awake. Which allowed my mind to flick back over the past twenty-four hours.

  How was Abbie? There had been no word from Jay, no matter how many times I checked my phone for text messages. All I could do was believe she was in the best pos
sible place to get her the best possible care.

  Satisfied, my mind switched to my mother. There had been no word from my father, other than to say how great the doctor and nurses are. I guessed we would find out more today, especially if any of the test results were back.

  I sucked the last sip of coffee into my mouth and transported myself back to last night. After I’d left Marla’s. To the point when he’d said this thing between us wasn’t just a few night-time visit calls.

  And the question of the evening that he evaded percolated its way to the top of my mind.

  “You promised me you were going to tell me why you don’t drink this morning.”

  Collin took a sharp intake of breath and I passed him a strawberry.

  “What the fuck do I want with a strawberry?”

  “Something to suck on while you come up with an answer to my question.”

  He took his arm off my shoulders and twisted his body in the sofa to face mine. Collin lifted his hand and brushed the back of it down my cheek.

  My stomach lurched at whatever was so bad he was reluctant to tell me about it. He popped the berry in his mouth and chewed, in the slowest motion imaginable. Screw it, I wasn’t waiting any longer.

  “So, you’re an alcoholic?” I stared straight into his eyes as I said the words. I tried not to sound judgmental; it wasn’t an issue I’d been untouched by.

  After all, it was Abbie’s alcoholic father who crashed the car and killed him and his mother, leaving her an orphan at age seventeen. He’d never had the courage to own up to his problem and try to change things. If Collin did then he already had my respect.

  “It’s hard working in a nightclub, and being around it all the time.”

  “Yeah, I kind of got that last night. You promised me a story.” I held his gaze but my cheeks reddened and I had to look away. I picked up a handful of blueberries and shoved them in my mouth.

  Collin’s knee jiggled beside me. Would he tell me? He’d promised, after all. If this thing was about more than sex, I required full disclosure. I shoved more blueberries into my mouth and waited.

  I wanted to scream and demand he tell me. But I was sitting on his private jet, being flown down to visit my dying mother, who might not be dying anymore, now that Collin was getting her the best treatment in the world.

  What do I do? I curled my feet underneath me and nuzzled into his body. I looked up to find his eyes, but he was staring off to some far away point.

  “There’s no judgement, you know. I’m mostly curious about how you’ve spent the past seven years away from me. And what went on that kept you away. Not even kept you away. Made you blank me completely.” I took another breath to carry on but decided to control myself and not overload him with my ramblings.

  Collin

  Fuck, I’m a scumbag. How do I begin to tell Jenny about how my life spun out of control since I’d left Chicago? Sure, it ended in me floating in a big pile of money, but I wasn’t proud of all the ways I got that money into my pockets.

  And I sure as fuck wasn’t proud of the way I’d fallen into all the trappings of everything that went along with that success.

  Now, having her here in my arms, I wasn’t ready to push her away again just yet. Which is no doubt how her clear-thinking, no-nonsense brain would react. But I owed her something.

  I cleared my throat. “I can’t lie to you, baby. Things got out of control. Once I could step back from the nitty-gritty of the business side, I only needed to show my face and schmooze with the elite VIPs. And that’s when things got out of hand.” She shifted her body into mine, offering something at least.

  “Sounds like things really got out of hand.”

  “Yep.”

  “So, how long did that go on for? I mean, you must’ve hit rock bottom. Isn’t that what they say always happens?”

  Fuck, I nearly choked on my tongue. How the fuck was Jenny always right, all the fucking time, ever since I’ve fucking known her? And now what? I wondered how much I could tell her without losing her. Because, sure as fuck, I was going to lose her when she realized how messed up my life is.

  “Honolulu.”

  “Isn’t that where you just came from before you ended up back in Chicago?” I rubbed her back, needing to feel the warmth of her body through her straight-talking words.

  “It’s why I came back to Chicago. To clear my head.”

  “Oh.” Her voice was full of surprise. I hoped to fuck my answers weren’t making her heart feel the same way as her voice. She was too good for this shit.

  “Yeah.”

  “So, it went on a whole lot of years before you decided to try to straighten out?”

  “I am straightened out.”

  “For what? Two weeks?”

  “Five months actually. And if I’m honest, the drinking wasn’t that out of control.” Her body shifted away from mine. That must’ve been the wrong answer for her. Shit, shit, shit. How was I going to get her past this?

  “And you’re able to go right back into the same mingling every night at a new nightclub?”

  “I’m smarter now. I do it less. I know how to please these fuckers enough to keep them happy while at the same time making them think I’m their best party buddy.”

  “And how do you manage that?” Her voice, I don’t know, was it close to breaking, or was I projecting?

  “I put a drink in their hand and make sure there are lots of pretty girls around to buy drinks for. Even millionaires get excited about partying with a billionaire.” Jenny pushed her hand against my chest and sat up, her amber eyes penetrating deep into mine.

  “So you’re a professional partier.”

  “One who’s seen the errors of my ways. Thanks.” Her stance relaxed, maybe.

  “So, let me get this straight. You turn up back in your hometown, for… how long? Just enough time to straighten yourself out, or is it more than that?”

  “Baby, I just don’t know. All I know is I needed to change, and home seemed like the best place to make that happen.” She flung her arms up and motioned them around.

  “So is that what this is really about? You’re helping my mom in order to atone for your sins?”

  My face scrunched up. “What? No. This is nothing to do with any of that.”

  Jenny’s stance softened and I leaned forward in the sofa, trying to coax her back to me. She stayed rooted to her spot. Fuck. What a fucking fuck-up this was. Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?

  At that moment, the flight attendant, Steph, appeared. She came striding out of the back with a pot of coffee in her hand but came to a standstill when she saw the awkward situation she’d walked into.

  “I’m so sorry,” she said, turning on her heels.

  “It’s fine, Steph. I’ll have more coffee.”

  Steph walked over to my cup and topped it up. I looked up at Jenny but she stayed in her spot.

  “Would you like some?” Steph asked her with a broad smile only a flight attendant could manage in this kind of situation.

  After a moment of silence, Jenny said, “Sure.”

  Jenny moved back around the table and sat on the sofa beside me, while Steph cleared away the remains of breakfast and disappeared again into the back of the plane.

  * * *

  “Sorry if I was harsh on you,” Jenny said without turning her head to me. She leaned forwards on her elbows, her coffee mug in hand

  “It’s a pretty crazy situation. I kind of wanted to keep you out of it. You know, not pull you into my shitstorm.” I rested my hand on her back, between her shoulder blades and she didn’t shrug me off. I ran it up her back, underneath her dark hair and over her shoulder.

  I took a risk and tugged her back to me, and her body came. The relief blasted through me as she allowed her body to be pulled tight against mine. I put both my arms around her, holding her tight.

  The plane landed. As we walked down the steps, Jenny allowed me to clasp her hand. I clutched it as the driver opened the back door for us, and
she climbed in first.

  She didn’t even slide all the way over on the back seat, instead stayed in the middle so when I sat down she was snug up against me.

  I hoped it was from her acceptance of my spilling my shit for her, instead of nerves and apprehension over her mother. Or worse, if she felt she needed to suck up to me to keep the payments for her mother’s treatment coming out of my wallet.

  Fuck, she’d better not think that low of me. No matter how little she thought of anything I told her, or didn’t tell her, she couldn’t think that low of me.

  We sat in silence on the ride to into the city, our fingers laced together. Daniel had set up Jenny’s parents and nurse in a serviced apartment next door to the hospital. I had the address and we were on the way before it dawned on Jenny to text and tell them we were moments away.

  I lifted our interlaced fingers to my lips and kissed over the tops of her knuckles. I didn’t know who I was trying to reassure more, me or her. We hadn’t even figured out where we were staying that night. Or if we were staying together. She’d probably want to stay with her parents, I assumed. But what were my plans?

  * * *

  “Dad!” Jenny called as she bolted from the car.

  Her father, Paul, had been standing at the entrance to the serviced apartment building. I waited for the driver to open my door and stepped out.

  “Collin.” Her father pulled one arm off Jenny to shake my hand.

  “Paul, good to see you again.” I took his hand and started to shake, but he pulled me into an embrace, his arms around both Jenny and myself. I could feel Jenny’s heart thumping through her ribcage.

  “Come on, let’s go upstairs. Do you have luggage?”

  “Don’t worry, he’ll bring it.” I motioned to the driver. We didn’t have much anyway, just an overnight case. One for each of us.

  Paul herded us through the door and into the elevator.

  “How’s Mom doing?” Jenny asked.