Rocked Parts 1-4 Box Set: A New Adult Rockstar Romance (Billionaire's Obsession Book 124)

by Wild, Bella

  At some point during the process, Johnny excused himself from the room and disappeared. As I had signed everything in triplicate, Kevin gave me one copy from the pile, and he left as well. He said he needed to place a few more phone calls and would be back shortly. Alone in the massive room, I sat back on the couch and sent a text to Eva. I started by asking if she could take the fish to her place for a while. I knew what would come next, so I waited for her reply. And she did not disappoint. I couldn’t tell her much—after all, I had just signed a non-disclosure agreement, and wasn’t perfectly clear on exactly what I could and could not say. I settled for telling her I was working a security job out of town. True to form, Eva peppered me with questions.

  “You gotta give me more than that, woman!” one of her messages said.

  Before I could key in my reply, the phone buzzed.

  “Hi Eva,” I answered.

  “Girl, you sound so upbeat! Come on, Amanda. I want details. I just poured myself a glass of wine and was about to watch a movie. This sounds way better. So make sure you don’t leave anything out.”

  “All I can say is I’m in LA. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but this job is huge!”

  “How huge, hun? What, you’re guarding Dwayne Johnson? Because that would be huge.”

  I laughed out loud and hoped no one was nearby. “The Rock doesn’t need a bodyguard, Eva. Seriously, though, I can’t tell you anything at all. I literally just signed an NDA ten minutes ago. If I break it and tell you anything, I’m pretty sure bad things will happen to me. And I’m positive it’ll make a new record for fastest breach of contract ever.”

  “What’s a NDA?”

  “Non-disclosure agreement. It means I have to keep my mouth shut.”

  “Are you sure it counts for best friends?”

  “Pretty sure. Sorry, hun.”

  “Dammit.”

  “So can you take Trevor and Lulu to your place? Or are you going to be mean and bail on me since I can’t tell you more?”

  “I’ll watch the damn fish,” she said, acting angry. “You know I will. Why do you think I still have your damn apartment key? But now you owe me a pitcher of margaritas and a story when you get home.”

  “Deal! I’ll call you later, okay? I’ve got to go.”

  I tossed my phone into the bag at my feet. When I looked up, Johnny was standing at the other end of the room, his hands in his back pockets. The man was so damn sexy. I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming up and down his body. So far, a flutter of nervous energy would rush through me every time my eyes met his. He smiled seductively, and I wondered how long he had been standing there watching me.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hi.”

  “All set with the contracts?”

  “Yes. It’s a done deal, and you can’t change your mind,” I joked. Maybe it was too early for me to get this informal with him.

  “I wouldn’t think of changing my mind now that Kevin’s on board. Well, I just wanted to let you know your luggage just got here.”

  “That fast?”

  “Yes. Everyone jumps when Kevin calls. Anyway, I can show you to your room, if you’d like to settle in.”

  “Thanks. That would be great. But actually, would you mind if we take a walk through this main floor first?”

  “Uh, sure,” he said, confused.

  “I just want to get a sense of the layout, see what the house has in the way of exits, access controls, cameras, alarms, that type of thing.”

  “Oh! Of course,” he said. “I’ll show you around. And that’s a good point. Kevin and I should have thought of mentioning that. When we’re here at the house, you’ll only be responsible for me. We’ve got a security firm that monitors the grounds. They’re not the same ones we use for events or anytime I’m offsite. They’re stationed at the hut near the gates. They’re very low key, but they’re always there.”

  “Okay. That’s good to know. Thanks for explaining. Do you have a way of reaching them if there’s an emergency?”

  “Yes. Their phone numbers are listed on all the alarm consoles on the main and second floors.”

  “What about the panic room? Is it secure?”

  “Yes. I’ll show you where it is.”

  “And weapons?”

  “The guards at the gate have licenses to carry the big ones. They store them out at the guardhouse. I personally have licenses for two Glock twenty-ones. One is down here in the library. The other one is in my bedroom nightstand.”

  “With forty-five caliber bullets, right?”

  “Yup. The ammunition is with the guns. I got them all in combination lock storage cases. I’ll get you those codes too.”

  “Great. And do they monitor your camera feeds from outside?”

  “Yes. It’s nothing like Big Brother, though. There aren’t cameras in bathrooms or pointed at any beds.” He must have realized he was taking the conversation into dangerous territory. He cleared his throat and looked embarrassed for a moment before continuing. “But it covers most of the rest of the house.”

  “Excellent,” I said, trying not to react.

  He took me from room to room, and showed me the alarm system, panic room, and main camera feeds. We walked to a large office on the main floor where he pulled a file from the desk drawer and took out a sheet of paper.

  “This is the alarm entry code and instructions to reset it. Keep it. I’ve got a few copies here.”

  “Thanks.”

  “So we’re all set to show you to your room now?”

  “Sure,” told him.

  I followed him to the bottom of the staircase near the main foyer. The stairs were wide enough that we could walk up together, and then some. At one point, he lagged behind a step. I had to wonder if he had purposely hung back to check me out. I was comfortable enough with my body. I gave my hips an extra swing so he could have something to think about, just in case he was actually watching. And the idea of him wanting me sent my pulse racing.

  At the top of the stairs, he moved ahead of me again.

  “This room is yours,” he said.

  He stopped at the last door on the left side of the hallway. The door across from it was propped open. A quick peek inside as I passed by told me it was likely the master suite—Johnny’s room.

  “Is that you, then?” I asked, nodding to the open doorway.

  He gave me a wicked smile. “That’s me. I figured I would keep you nice and close, in case I need protecting during the night.”

  My breath caught at his words. He was not going to make this easy for me. I wasn’t sure I could keep my hands off him either, if he made a move. What did I get myself into? His eyes locked on mine and for a moment, neither of us broke from the gaze. He leaned in close and his hand rested on my waist. His lips were close enough to kiss, and I swore if he had made contact, I would have no ability to resist. At the last moment, he turned, leaned around me, and switched on my bedroom light.

  “I put your bag inside already. But don’t worry, I didn’t rummage through it,” he said, continuing to smile at me with that easy, yet torrid smile.

  “Thanks,” I whispered, releasing the breath I had been holding in.

  I wanted to stay there and bask in the warmth of his body heat. He had this magnetic pull I had a hard time ignoring, but I needed to step back before I let myself get too carried away. This was a job, not some guy I picked up at a bar—which is how I usually got my sexual urges taken care of. I sidestepped him into the huge bedroom. It was no surprise to find it was larger than my entire apartment in Miami. I looked around, soaking in the bedroom, attached bathroom, and walk-in closet, before turning back to face Johnny.

  “Looks great,” I told him.

  “Dinner will be ready soon. Make yourself at home, and come back down whenever you’d like.”

  I nodded at his instructions and he went back downstairs. I spent a few minutes having a serious talk to myself, chastising my body for not getting on board with the fact that I needed
to keep it professional.

  *****

  I had been tossing and turning for about an hour when I finally gave up and got out of bed. It wasn’t that the bed was uncomfortable. Actually, it was probably the most restful-feeling bed I had ever slept on—or at least, attempted to sleep on—in my entire life. The problem was I couldn’t get my mind off the bed across the hall. More accurately, the man in the bed across the hall.

  Johnny was so different. He was sweet and kind, and I couldn’t forget smoking hot. He sent magnetic waves of energy my way at every opportunity, and it did wild and sensual things to my core. At first, I tried to convince myself I was just horny. That was true too, but there was something strangely different about how I found myself reacting to him. Over the course of the evening, I knew it for sure.

  He was also attentive to me. It was more than being a good host. I felt pampered, to be honest. He had his chef prepare us dinner, put in the extra effort to send his driver out for wine when he realized he didn’t have a bottle of my favorite, and he even offered to call in his massage therapist when I mentioned my feet were tired from standing for twelve hours the day before. And although he was flirtatious, he didn’t treat me like a piece of meat. The combination of his personality, looks and how he treated me was turning out to be a clear distraction.

  I tied my black silk robe around me and started to pace in front of the door to my room. I had been trying to talk myself out of going to him. In the end, my body took over. I rationalized that it was my job to check in on him. But going over there with just a robe on did not fall into the definition of professional conduct, not even here in Los Angeles. This was lust, pure and simple.

  I was on autopilot when I opened my door. I stepped into the dark hallway and scanned the area. I had walked the halls and checked the entrances less than an hour before. It struck me as odd that in this huge, sprawling house, Johnny and I were the only people inside. His chef left after dinner, his housekeeper only worked during the day, Kevin lived with Lady Dame a few houses away, and even the driver was on call.

  And the silence was unnerving. I hurried across the hallway and knocked. When he told me to come in, I turned the handle on the door, which swung open silently. I was surprised to find Johnny sitting up in bed. He had a laptop beside him and was writing into a notebook. The bedside lamp was turned on, giving the room a soft glow.

  “Hey. Is everything okay?” he asked, instantly setting down his book as I stepped into the room.

  His eyes raked over me. I shivered with anticipation, the way he lingered on the bare skin of my legs before taking in the rest of my body.

  “Yes,” I started, almost unable to speak coherently.

  I was suddenly aware of the heat pooling between my legs as I stared at the smooth skin of Johnny’s bare chest and abs. Two tattoos were now fully on display, no longer halfway hidden underneath a T-shirt. They were definitely tribal. “I wanted to check in on you, to make sure you’re fine. I did my rounds earlier. The house is all clear…and so silent.”

  “Great. Yeah, it is pretty quiet at night.”

  “Do you ever get lonely? Here all by yourself, I mean.”

  He shook his head. “Not usually. My life is pretty hectic, so the downtime alone is like therapy.”

  “Oh,” I replied. I started to panic inside. I had possibly just made a huge mistake coming into his room like this. I took a step back. “Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  “No, no. You didn’t. I could use some company tonight. Did you want to watch something?” He pointed up at the TV that hung on the opposite wall from his bed. “I’ve got satellite. And internet TV too, I think. There’s tons you can watch.” His voice trailed off as looked at me. All my nervousness was channeled through to my hands. I toyed with the silky belt that kept my robe tied closed. It probably distracted him. His eyes were fixated on it. “Unless you had something else in mind.”

  I laughed softly, loving the rush that came over me from just his voice. I was grateful when logic and professionalism kicked in again. I took a step back. “Well, like I said, I just wanted to check in on you before turning in. Enjoy your night.”

  I turned and did not give him a chance to say another word. I hurried back to my room, closed the door and went back to bed. This gig was too lucrative for me to screw up by making a move on him.

  About half an hour later, he knocked on my door. I got up and unlocked it.

  “Yes?”

  He stood there with that mesmerizing smile. He had the sexiest, most pouty lips I had ever seen. And I wished I didn’t want to taste them so badly.

  “Being in bed all alone, knowing you were just across the hall…well, it gave me a few ideas, Amanda.”

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” I said nervously.

  “How about I show you?”

  Before I could retreat into my room, he pulled me closer.

  “I…I don’t think this…” I started, but lost my train of thought when he slid a hand between us and worked to release the loose knot of my robe. That intense attraction between us was now undeniable.

  I let him slide the robe open, shuddering at the feel of the cooler air on my bare skin. He eased it down over my shoulders, and I let it fall into a black pool around my feet. He took a step backward and his eyes moved slowly down my body as I stood there before him, completely naked.

  “Fuck,” he whispered.

  I had never been self-conscious about my body. Hearing his obvious delight with what he saw was all it took for me to forget the boundaries I wanted to preserve. I just hoped he could keep our business separate from the pleasure of what we were about to do. And God, I hoped he would leave his emotions out of it. Sex was something instinctual and primal with me. Sex was simple. Emotions were not. And that’s how I wanted it to stay.

  “You’re gorgeous, Amanda.”

  His eyes roamed back up my body when he said my name. I honed in on his growing erection. It pressed against the fabric of his black boxers. I wanted him so badly. He leaned over slightly to pick me up into his strong arms, and carried me back to his room, never losing eye contact as he walked across the hall. I could barely breathe. In his room, he let me down carefully and pulled me in closer. I closed my eyes when his face floated down to mine kissed my lips softly.

  One hand moved up to the back of my neck, and the other wrapped around my waist as he pressed his lips harder onto mine. The man could kiss. His tongue parted my mouth and invaded mine with a wild need I could feel all the way to my toes. I darted my tongue in to meet his, tasting him, sensing his desire, and I wanted that tongue all over my body. I relished the way my breasts felt on his chest, my nipples brushing against his warm skin, tingling and tightening.

  He pulled from the kiss and stepped back slowly, leading me to the edge of the bed, never breaking eye contact. He sat on the bed and pulled me in to stand between his legs. I let out a soft moan at the touch of his warm hands sliding up and down my arms. It sent another wave of heat to my pussy. I was soaking wet. His eyes roamed over my breasts, down my stomach, and to my mound before he looked up into my eyes again. I took his hand and placed one on each of my bared breasts. An involuntary hiss escaped me when he cupped the rounded flesh and brushed his thumbs across my nipples. They contracted and hardened from his touch.

  At the sound of my pleasure, he slid his hands back down my body, wrapped them around my hips, and pulled me toward him. I straddled his hips on the edge of the bed, feeling his stiff cock underneath me, the soft fabric of his underwear only teasing me, making me crave his bare skin even more.

  Johnny’s eyes grew dark and more intense. He stopped and stared at me for a moment, before he put his hand around my head and gently pulled my head down to his again. My lips parted as we got closer. He paused for an instant, building my anticipation before he placed his mouth on mine. And when we connected, I was on fire. Our lips moved together in frantic kisses, building the heat and pressure as I rocked back and forth on Johnny’s lap
. He locked one arm around me to hold me steady. The other hand slid in between my legs, gently massaging my inner thighs before resting on my mound. I groaned. I wanted those fingers deep in my pussy.

  His thumb rounded my clit, flicking the tip every time it made a full circle. I tilted my hips forward to heighten the sensation, and Johnny took it as his cue to part the sensitive folds of my pussy. Waves of pleasure rushed through my entire body with each stroke. It felt amazing.

  He was a pro. He continued to tease my pussy, and leaned into my exposed neck to kiss all the way from my collarbone up to the delicate skin of my earlobe. I arched my neck and gave him more access as those kisses heightened what he was already doing to the rest of my needy body.

  I brought my lips back down to his and kissed him fiercely. I needed more. I begged for it with each whimper. I ran my hands down between us, and began to fidget with the elastic waistband of his briefs. Slowly, he pressed my mound again, and slid two fingers deep inside me.

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  I rocked my hips against his skilled fingers. He reached deeper, and I bucked my hips as pressure built to heights I rarely felt from just touching.

  “Fuck me now, Johnny,” I whispered into his ear.

  “Soon,” he replied. “I need to taste you, Amanda.”

  He slowly slipped his fingers out, and with his strong arms, shifted me off his lap and placed me on the bed. My legs hung off the edge, spread wide and ready for whatever he wanted to do to me. He dropped to his knees between my legs, pressing them out even further as his head glided forward toward my center. I groaned and tilted my hips up when his lips touched me. He had barely begun to lick my clit with his tongue when my climax took hold. I arched against the bed and dug my fingernails into the softness of his sheets, crying out as I came. My channel clenched, and every nerve ending near my core fired off with bursts of pure pleasure. I shook under his lips, and that tongue of his lapped at my opening, bringing my desire to a new level.