Admit You Want Me: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Irresistible Billionaires Book 3)

by Ajme Williams

  He was surprised at first, but he warmed up very quickly. I felt that giving him something else to focus on would get him out of his head long enough to process things logically. From his short exchange with Toby, I knew he was going to be in a lot of trouble tomorrow. He needed his mind to be clear enough to figure out what he was going do to fix this.

  His anger seemed to drain out of him enough to pull me into his lap instead of pushing me away. I couldn’t lie that this was all for him, it was also for me. I lost absolutely nothing by indulging in his touch and taste. His hands ran up my thighs under my dress. It had ridden almost all the way up to my hips. My hands ran over his still smooth face and down his chest. He really did look good tonight, that wasn’t just me trying to soften him up.

  The cab lurched to a sudden halt. We were at my place. I had blurted out my address as a reflex rather than his and now I was inviting him into my place. With everything else that hadn’t gone to plan tonight, sure, why not. Truly, I had blocked out the fact that we were in a moving vehicle with a stranger. Easton tended to have that effect on me. He cleared his throat.

  “How much is that going to cost us?” he asked the driver.

  “Let me cover this. I’m the one who took you out of the club,” I said. Easton completely ignored me, settling the fare. We got out of the cab. I walked up to the front door and opened it. I had never imagined inviting Easton to my home but now that he was here, there was only one thing I wanted to do with him.

  “My strict upbringing dictates that I offer guests a drink when I invite them into my home,” I said to him as we walked in. He was visibly calmer, laughing a little.

  “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not thirsty right now. There is something I want though,” he said. I wanted the same thing.

  We practically lunged at each other. We collided and ended up pressed against the closed door. He pushed me up against the wood, connecting his body with mine. I pushed against his chest, turning us around so that he was against the door. He laughed at the reversal of our roles, but let me enjoy it. It was furious. It was desperate. This was the first time that we were truly alone. For the first time, I didn’t have to hold it in when he made me moan.

  I saw the way he was watching me when I was on the dance floor. Yeah, I wanted him to look. I was putting on a show, it just ended up attracting the wrong person. As upset as I was about the potential lost business for him and Toby, I reveled in the fact that he had put a contract on the line in order to protect me. He didn’t have to do that, and I would’ve understood perfectly if he hadn’t, but he had. That urge in him woke something up inside me.

  His hands roamed freely over my body. Grabbing my hand, he suddenly broke the kiss and led me out of the foyer and into the living room. He pushed me onto one of the sofas and I pulled him down, so we tumbled together. I never pictured my night ending like this. I had never imagined myself and Easy in this position again, to be honest. I was so undecided about what it was between the two of us that I had just left it alone, up in the air with no firm decision either way. Right now, there were more pressing things at hand. I’d figure it out later.

  Maybe this was inevitable. Perhaps the pull between us was so great that there was no way to deny it. I slid off the sofa onto the floor. Easton looked down at me with a grin on his face.

  “What are you doing down there?” He asked. Instead of saying anything, I got started on the fly of his jeans. Surprisingly, I hadn’t done this with him before. That was a shame, honestly, and I needed to fix it immediately. He lifted his hips up so I could pull his jeans and underwear all the way down to his feet. He stood quickly and kicked them off, then sat. I got a good look at him. Thankfully the previous lack of grooming of his head hair and beard hadn’t translated to the grooming of his body hair. His cock was a thing to marvel at. I held him at the root and peered up at him, bringing my lips to his tip.

  His head tipped back, and he cursed loudly. I ran my tongue over his sensitive head, then sucked him inch by inch into my mouth as deep as I could take him. One of his hands went to my hair. With what he did to my body, I was glad that I had at least some power over him. He groaned, moving his hips in tune with my mouth. He thought he was having a good time? I was ecstatic.

  21

  Easton

  She was so gorgeous, but between my legs was the best that she had ever looked. I held the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on my cock. So fucking perfect. So incredibly beautiful. So fucking good at sucking cock. She looked up at me as she did it, knowing what it did to me. I couldn’t believe it had taken us this long for me to get my cock in her mouth. I was not about to make that mistake again.

  “Babe,” I sighed. She pretended not to hear me. Her hot, wet mouth was going to be the end of me. I didn’t want to embarrass myself before I got a chance to sink into her hotter, wetter pussy. I pulled her up onto the couch with me so that she had to stop. Gathering her into my lap, I noticed that she was wet between her legs from sucking me off. That was the hottest thing that I had ever seen.

  “Does it make you horny to do that?” I said to her. She grabbed hold of my cock and slid it into her opening.

  “Don’t be too proud of yourself, it happens with everyone.” She pushed me back onto the sofa, using my chest as leverage as she ground on top of me. Her round, voluptuous breasts bounced in time with her movements. I made a grab for them, pulling her in closer so I could use my mouth instead of my hands. Close was not close enough with her. I needed to get closer. I needed to feel more of her, touch more of her, let her consume me. She whispered to me that she was going to come, and I held her even closer, fucking her through it.

  All the intensity of the night went into our fucking. Tonight had been a bust but I was happy about what I did in one way since it had led us here. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I felt myself starting to come, and didn’t stop. I let it happen. Shooting up inside her, I let her take it all out of me.

  We were spent, sweaty messes by the end. She must have moved first, because I was almost catatonic. We ended up lying side by side on the couch, spooning. My arm wrapped around her predictably, playing with her breasts. None of her other encounters had allowed this kind of contact which was a terrible loss, I thought. She had the kind of body that needed to be worshiped, day in day out. We lay there quietly, just enjoying each other’s company. I must’ve started to doze off because I snapped back awake when I felt her wriggle out of my grasp.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “It’s kind of late. I’m tired,” she said, sitting up and then standing. It was and I was too. It had been a long day.

  “I could turn in right about now,” I said. she turned around and looked at me.

  “Do you want to have a shower before you leave?” she asked. Oh, wait. She meant alone? She wasn’t inviting me to stay the night. Wait, this was the first time that I was coming to her house so maybe she wasn’t comfortable with me staying over. My mind scrambled to make the rationalization.

  “Are you going to join me?” I asked her. She just shrugged coyly.

  “If you’re asking for a second round, I’m absolutely beat. I’m heading up to bed. Well, I suppose I could stay with you until your car arrives.” Ouch. There was no denying what that meant. She was heading up to her bed and she was doing it alone.

  I had to admit this was not the way I imagined the night playing out. I sat on the couch, hearing her walk towards what I figured was the kitchen because she shortly came back with a bottle of water for me.

  “So,” I started to say. I didn’t actually have anything to say to her that I thought would be successful, I was just floundering and attempting to remedy the situation. She had found her phone and was mindlessly clicking through it. She looked up at me.

  “Yes?” she asked. Nothing. What else was there to say at this point? I had tried to gauge where she was and, there you go, we were not in the same place. Well, this was awkward.

  I took her up on that
shower because it meant we wouldn’t be in the same room anymore. I didn’t take my time in there, because I had heard her downstairs loud and clear. She wanted to sleep off the cocktails that she had tonight, and she didn’t want to do it with me.

  “Okay, I guess I will see you when I see you,” I said to her when I was back downstairs, dressed, ready to go. She had draped herself in a silky nightgown. She came up and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, at least maybe she intended to be sweet, but it didn't come off that way. It felt like the kind of kiss that you gave your nephew or your new puppy. I was better off without it.

  “See you soon,” she said. Without hearing it from her, I knew that when she said it, she did not mean that she was gonna see me soon in her home again. Once we were both on neutral ground, that was when they were going to see each other again. I had had the privilege of coming into her home for exactly one night and now I was gone. She didn’t want me back.

  I sat in the back of the cab, staring out of the window. This wasn’t an experience I had had before, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. That feeling of being so certain of something, but ending up wrong wasn’t sitting right with me. We were getting closer together, that was an indisputable fact. Her actions weren’t making sense. One minute she was sucking my cock and the next she was kicking me out of bed. We weren’t fighting anymore, well, I wasn’t fighting her anymore was more accurate. I was open to the experience and she wasn’t.

  Tonight, she went out of her way to make sure the fight at the club hadn’t ended up in disaster. It was likely still going to though. I sighed and rubbed my thumb over the bridge of my nose thinking about damage control. Toby was going to be mad as hell, but I would have to deal with it tomorrow. Tonight, I had assaulted a potential client and almost definitely lost a half-billion-dollar contract but the only thing on my mind was Artemis James. She was putting a wall between us. I knew that it was artificial, we were definitely making strides in our relationship, but she was trying to sabotage it. Why?

  Apparently, she wasn’t ready for romance, but she had been in the past. What was different this time? I had seen her with men online and I was going to guess there were more that she had never been photographed with. I knew that judging her from what I had seen online was not fair, but it was all I had to go off of. She said that she wasn’t ready for romance, but I felt like she was afraid of making another choice that ended up in failure.

  As cliché as it sounded, I felt like her tune would change if she met the right man. Who the hell was the right man though? A woman like her dated guys at the absolute top of the food chain. Famous men, rich men, powerful men, where did she go from there? What more did she want?

  When I thought about the kind of woman I wanted to be with, I never pictured her. Physically, she checked everything off the list but who she was as a person was miles away from who I imagined myself with. I didn’t have much of an imagination when it came to my future partner anyway, but she fulfilled what I didn’t even know I was looking for. She was what I needed. I couldn’t just give up. If I thought that she was being truthful about what she felt then I would, but I thought it was a convenient lie so she wouldn’t have to deal with things she didn’t want to.

  How did I even start telling her all of the stuff? A lot of people wanted significant others because they were lonely. They didn’t have family or real friends around, so they needed someone there for them. Missy had those things. She had a job that she seemed to love and a group of friends that she definitely loved and who loved her. She didn’t need me, which was a good thing and a bad thing at the same time. I needed her.

  Having sex with her was nice, in fact, it was great. I didn’t want to stop, but it wasn’t going to be enough for much longer. It already wasn’t enough. Today she sent me home after sex and I didn’t know how to feel. I wanted what she was keeping from me. Her need for romance. Her heart.

  22

  Artemis

  I looked through my tinted glasses over the restaurant patio. It wasn’t that bright if we were being honest, I was just more hungover than I thought I would be after last night. I identified the table where Maggie, Brenna, and Eddy were and walked over. Brunch after ladies' night had become a part of the tradition. It was soothing to meet up and nurse our hangovers together. Well, Eddy, Maggie, and I would be nursing our hangovers. Brenna, since she was still breast-feeding wasn’t drinking. That meant she looked as fresh as a daisy when I came up to the table, while the rest of us looked like we had survived the nuclear winter and were barely hanging on.

  “Finally, she graces us with her presence,” Brenna said. They had already ordered a round of drinks. As recently as this morning, we had discussed whether Maggie would be invited to our post ladies' night brunches. The answer was a unanimous yes. Just hours ago, we had added her to the group chat.

  “What are you so happy about?” I playfully sniped at her as I took a seat.

  “Well you disappeared without a word last night, it’s only natural that we’re curious what happened to you,” Eddy said. I knew just what she was referring to, but I didn’t bite. Last night had been amazing, except for the whole fight part. That had been humiliating. Easton had made up for it though. Besides the hangover, I was in a splendid mood.

  “What happened after I left?” I asked.

  “Do you mean with the guy who was trying to impregnate you on the dance floor last night? Well, it looks like another fight was going to start between him and that other guy who said he was Easton’s friend. They managed to de-escalate the situation by applying more alcohol and the guy ended up getting thrown out of the club anyway since he got too handsy with another girl, so… great night,” Brenna said.

  “He was a mess. Throwing up all over the place. Making an ass of himself. Awful.”

  “What about Toby?” I turned to Maggie since I felt like she was the only one who was familiar with him.

  “I didn’t talk to him or anything, but he was very upset when you and Easton left. With the way the night turned out though, I don’t think he and the guy who was messing with you are going to talk again. I believe we witnessed the end of a friendship last night.”

  “Guys, that wasn’t a friendship, that man was a client that Easton and his business partner were entertaining. When he started getting too comfortable with me, he told Easton to let it slide or he would pull their contract.” Everyone was surprised at the news. It was a lot more drama than any of them had anticipated. From the outside, it just seemed like two jealous men fighting over one woman.

  “That changes things. Obviously, they’re not working together anymore. I mean how could they after that? What about you and Easton?” Eddy asked.

  “Oh please, do you even have to ask her?” Brenna asked, grinning in my direction.

  “What are you talking about? They left the club, Easton made sure she got home safely, and then he took himself home. They both got to bed at a reasonable time,” Maggie said, joining in the teasing.

  “If you know what happened, then why are you asking?” I said, taking a sip of my sangria. Everyone squealed. I laughed at the reaction.

  “I know it’s inappropriate to ask, I’m going to ask anyway. Is he as hot with his clothes off as he is with his clothes on?” Maggie asked.

  “No, he looks even better,” I said. The girls cheered and applauded. I didn't feel the impulse to try and hide the truth from them. I lost nothing by telling them what had actually happened last night. I was strangely at peace with it. We came dangerously close to having an awkward moment together when everything was said and done, and it seemed like he wanted me to invite him to stay the night, but I turned it around at the last minute. It had taken a little while, but I had finally made up my mind.

  I was not going to pretend that what I was doing was a good idea. It was highly unprofessional, and I would be ashamed to admit it to prospective clients in the future. But Easton had a hold on me and that was undeniable. I had figured out a way to have my cake and eat it too.
Not the cleanest way, not a way that I was particularly proud of, but for right now, it worked.

  My first priority was protecting my heart without depriving myself too much. I wanted to give myself time to recognize what I actually wanted in a partner. I had been wrong so often…I mean, how did I know I was not wrong now?

  “The two of you are ridiculous. Both of your husbands are hot.”

  “So what. Just because Niall is attractive doesn't mean I went blind when I married him. It's okay to look. I'm not going to touch. He's taken anyway,” Eddy said, laughing. I laughed and had some more sangria. I wasn't so sure that Easton was taken. If he was taken, it was not by me.

  “Are things getting serious between the two of you?” Brenna asked.

  “Between us? No. I'm not looking for that right now.”

  “You might not be looking, but it could just find you,” Brenna said. Eddy nodded emphatically agreeing with her. She had a point. They both did. Both of their relationships with their husbands had started out that way. For Brenna, she and her husband Charlie had actually had a past, but circumstances had torn them apart. Brenna had run into money issues and become a surrogate with a fertility center. Some incredible stroke of luck placed Charlie there as a father trying to conceive via surrogate and the ball had started rolling. According to the agreement they went into, they were never supposed to end up as a couple, but they did.

  Niall and Eddy were the same. They had had an encounter in the past which had resulted in Riley, their son. When they met again many years later, Eddie wasn't looking for a relationship with him either, but here they were, married. That was all well and good, but I didn't think it could happen for me. When I thought about their stories, I just thought about how different the two women were from me. They had both had to withstand struggles throughout their lives. Brenna's mother had almost succumbed to cancer. Eddy had been widowed and almost experienced financial ruin because of her ex-husband's death. All I had done was grow up privileged in a London home with two loving parents who had given me everything I wanted and much more. It didn't happen to people like me. I didn't deserve it.