The Billion Heir (Billionaire Book Club #1)

by Nikky Kaye

  Luke cleared his throat behind me. “Uh, Nathan, maybe this isn’t the best time—”

  “No, it’s okay.” Nathan shifted around us and stalked toward the girl. As he approached she pulled her hands up into the sleeves of her oversized sweater and snapped her legs together in her matching gray leggings.

  “Hi, I’m Zoe.” Her smile was shy, her lips rosy pink and blue eyes blinking innocently behind blonde eyelashes and arched eyebrows. She looked like a porcelain doll, and by doll I meant teenager. The big sweater and leggings didn’t do much to hide her very adult shape, though.

  “I guess you are,” Luke drawled, leaning against the counter separating the kitchen from the main room.

  “I’m sorry if we’re intruding,” I began, thinking that she must be the owner’s daughter or something.

  “Oh no, you’re not. I’m Nathan’s, uh…”

  Nathan reached out for her hand, but it was nervously twisted in her sleeve. He tugged on her sweater and growled, “This is my, uh…” His suave command of the situation was dissipating before our eyes.

  “Consultant?” I offered.

  The ace real estate agent exhaled heavily. “Sure.”

  Luke winked at me then began asking Nathan questions. I had no questions to ask. I was too busy gaping at Lucas as he asked about co-op fees and interest rates and taxes. Zoe followed them from room to room, piping in to offer comments on fixtures and lighting as she padded along in her bare feet.

  If it was possible, my mood soured further. Nathan was doing business. Luke was doing business. Zoe was doing… Nathan? I didn’t really want to know. As for what I was doing… I wasn’t even sure why I was there. Had Luke brought me or had I just tagged along? What was I supposed to be “consulting” on—whether this apartment was the right kind for his public image? I was still in shock that he wanted to look for a place.

  While Luke walked through the apartment as though he already owned it, I went through my emails and other accounts on my phone, trying to pinpoint the source of my surliness. It wasn’t until Luke had shaken hands with Nathan and Zoe and ushered me back out, his hand at the small of my back, that I realized what was bothering me.

  Luke was finished.

  My job was to transform him from cowboy to corporate, from yokel to yuppie. I’d done a bang up job on the man whom, I had to admit, I wanted to bang. I’d polished his rough edges until he resembled half the upper classholes in town.

  And I regretted finishing him.

  I missed the Luke that I had to bail out of jail, the Luke that taunted me into feeling him up at the bespoke place. I missed the playful, naughty, irreverent Luke. He was the first person to look past my old party girl image while calling me out for it at the same time.

  When we got back in the car, that same wary expression reappeared on his clean-shaven face. Again, another thing that was irking me. I liked his golden stubble, evidence of his “I have better things to do in the shower, honey” brashness.

  “Okay, what’s going on?” he asked. “You’re testy.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Testy? Is that a nice way of saying I’m being a bitch?”

  “No, not saying that. I’d like to keep my balls. I’m kind of attached to them.”

  I looked down at his crotch, which was hidden by the front of his suit jacket. “Maybe you’re the ‘teste’ one,” I joked.

  “You can admit it, you know. You’re attached to them, too.” He patted my thigh and told the driver to head for his hotel.

  “We should have just taken the subway,” I pointed out after the fifth time I had to brace myself against the lurching stops and starts of rush hour traffic.

  “But then I’d have to share you with the city.”

  Oh Jesus. “Just stop, Luke. Stop.”

  “Stop what?”

  “Stop with the smooth talking and stylish suits and the nice manners and the business chitchat. It’s just—” I waved my hands in the air. “Too much! Too much… fine! You’re so smooth you’re sliding off me.”

  “I’d rather slide on you,” he said archly.

  Heat flared in me at the glimmer of Luke 1.0. “See, that’s the Luke I know and lo—” I cut off, horrified by the words that were coming automatically. I… what?

  He moved toward me in the car, shifting across the seat until our knees bumped against each other. Firmly, he took my chin between his thumb and rough fingers and turned my burning face to his. His blue eyes had darkened to navy. I dropped my gaze to his Adam’s apple, which moved as he swallowed.

  “Alexis, I thought this was what you wanted. This was the goal, remember?”

  My heart thumped so loudly I was surprised he couldn’t hear it. Then again, maybe he could. “It’s just not you,” I managed around a painful lump in my throat.

  I was sitting with Bruce Wayne, but I wanted Batman.

  He lifted his other hand to my face, cupping my cheeks so that I twisted in my seat to face him. His grip was gentle but I knew he wouldn’t let me turn away, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. My gaze shifted between his intense eyes and the curve of his mouth. The things that mouth could do to me… I could only imagine—but perhaps it could be reality.

  I shivered as his thumbs stroked the underside of my jaw. The movement of the car jostled us together closer, together then apart. Together then apart, but he still didn’t let go.

  “What is me, then?” he murmured, reminding me of our first conversation in Michael Cohen’s office about first impressions. “Who do you think I am?”

  “I think, uh…”

  Maybe I’d been right the first time I’d met him. He was reckless and cocky, and I thought I’d just about die if he pressed me up against a wall in a dark corner. But he was more than that.

  Oh god, what was I doing? Lucas Knox, ball-busting billionaire, had the power to reduce me to a quivering mess, and it appeared as though he was going to wield that power now. He was so close that my hands went up to his chest with the next sway of the car, and as we turned a corner I leaned into him.

  I didn’t lean back. His body was hard and unyielding, his hands drifting to the sides of my skull. He held me more immobile than any seat belt could, but I had a feeling that this ride didn’t come with airbags.

  I wanted Luke, and it scared the crap out of me. Public humiliation was one thing, but private rejection was something far scarier. I squeezed my eyes shut, afraid of what he might see there. My desire for him, my fragility, my pride—he would suss it all out faster than celebrities could Tweet. Still, I wanted to dive into the deep end and trust that he knew mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

  “Breathe, Lex.” His command was hot on my face.

  I hadn’t even realized that I’d been holding my breath until the tightness in my chest eased a little and I sagged against him. My fists closed around the lapels of his jacket, crumpling at least a thousand dollars worth of fabric.

  One of his hands moved to the back of my neck, pulling my hair until my head tilted back. The sharp tug made me gasp, and made my panties wet. Oh god. I didn’t even have a scarf to protect my exposed neck from his hungry eyes.

  “You want the bad boy, don’t you Alexis? This—” He scowled at his suit. “This costume is too smooth for you? Don’t you know that it’s not me? Hell, none of this is me. Not the car, the money, the schmoozing. Not even the goddamn book club. I haven’t been able to focus on reading anything but you in the last month. It’s like learning Dick and Jane all over again, every day.”

  My head was spinning as the driver darted into a stop by the valet sign in front of his hotel. Luke’s grip on my hair loosened, his fingertips combing through it to the ends. His gaze still held me motionless, though.

  “Show me,” I breathed.

  Chapter Nine

  Luke

  I didn’t let go of her hand all the way up to my suite; afraid she might bolt if I did. In the long ass elevator ride up, she squeezed my fingers tightly and looked at me instead of the numbers above our heads. />
  “Show me,” she’d said. She wanted the version of me that arrived in this city, bitter and angry and confused. Only I’d changed. She’d changed me; that was her job.

  The sun was getting low on the horizon when I opened the door to my suite, and orange light pierced the windows, casting long shadows as it hit the furniture. My hands went to my hips as I considered what to do next. She was behind me, her presence comforting and supportive, and she made me want to crawl out of my skin and into hers. I felt tense and restless, teetering on the edge of something—my future, maybe? Fuck, I didn’t know.

  Lexi shut the door behind her, but remained facing it as though she was contemplating escape. Maybe we were both feeling trapped. Trapped by our pasts, trapped by expectations.

  “That night we went to the book club…” Her voice startled me. “You touched yourself when we were on the phone.”

  My dick swelled at the memory. “Uh…” Shit, was I supposed to apologize?

  She spun around and leaned against the door, her gaze on me direct and hungry. “Show me?” The pink spots high on her cheeks belied her bravado.

  It only took two steps to flatten her against the door and take her mouth with mine. There would be no holding back tonight. I wanted her, and I would damn well show her.

  Her hands went to my chest, clawing at my shirt briefly before pushing my perfectly tailored and pressed suit jacket off to land in a heap on the floor.

  I kissed her hard, sweeping my tongue into her mouth as I fiddled with the buttons on her suit. She moaned, pulling away to nip at my lower lip as she kicked off her shoes and lost a few inches of height in the process. Her head tilted back as I pulled off her jacket and began working on the buttons of her blouse. In between each button I tasted a different part of her neck.

  When she began on my shirt, I lost my patience. I never thought buttons were a cock-blocker before, but this was just taking too damn long. I yanked the hem of her blouse from under the waist of her skirt and ripped open the rest of the buttons.

  “Luke!”

  I swallowed her gasp, finally pressing my fingertips into her bare flesh. “I’ll buy you a new one. I can afford it.”

  Oh Jesus, she felt like hot silk under my hands, and looked like a one of the statues she’d taken me to see at the Met in an afternoon of “cultural education.” Her nipples poked through the ivory lace of her bra, eager for attention. Damned if I wouldn’t give it to them.

  With my arm around her waist, I bent her back and roughly pushed down the cups of her bra. Her hands locked on my arms as she panted. I sucked her nipple into my mouth with zero finesse, latching on like a ravenous child.

  “Oh god!” she cried as I palmed her other breast.

  “You taste delicious,” I told her as I gave her other nipple the same attention.

  Her fingers fumbled over my shirt buttons as I undid her bra. No. Not the buttons again. I stepped back, gazing my fill at her while I pulled my shirt off.

  She braced against the door with her hands reaching back, her legs shaking a little bit, nude from the waist up. Her nipples were the color and size of ripe raspberries, still glistening from my mouth. The rosy flush had spread from her cheeks down the center of her chest.

  Sexy Lexi was a sight to behold. And I planned to be holding her for a long time.

  Her gaze dropped to my crotch as I undid my trousers, then she reached for the zip on her own pants. We shed the last of our business attire almost synchronously.

  Fuck, her panties were lacy, just as I’d imagined. Deep pink, they didn’t match her bra at all, but I couldn’t give a shit. They wouldn’t be on for much longer anyhow.

  When I pushed my boxer briefs down, she straightened from her position against the door and took a step towards me.

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Lex?” I gulped as I squeezed my aching dick. It grew harder and longer as she stared at it. “Me touching myself and thinking about you? Talking to you. Looking at you.” Every time her eyes followed the up and down movement of my hand, it was like her hand was on me too. And we were still practically in the fucking doorway.

  I moved back, pulling her with me by an invisible thread, until the backs of my legs hit the bed. My hand moved lazily on my erection, my thumb swiping over the pre-cum weeping from the tip now and then.

  It was a toss-up as to who was more surprised when she dropped to her knees in front of me and took over from my ministrations.

  “Fuck, your mouth. I need your mouth on me,” I demanded, squeezing my hands into fists at my side.

  She circled her fingers around the base of my cock and sucked me hard into the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. There was no hesitation in her movements as her other hand moved to cup my balls. Her head moved back and forth on me, her tongue pressing against me, and my tip nudging the top of her throat. My fingers tangled in her hair as I fucked her mouth.

  Sexy Lexi had no gag reflex, it seemed, but now was not the time to consider why. I growled at the thought of her with any other man, wanting to brand her as mine. I wanted to be deep inside her, the way she’d filled my thoughts and desires for weeks now.

  Too quickly, I was on the verge of shooting down her throat, when she pulled back with a wet pop of her lips. I looked down at her bright eyes and full, shining lips. My balls pulsed in protest.

  “I’m out of practice,” she admitted shyly.

  If those were her “rusty” oral skills, I would die before she reached proficiency. I took a few gulps of oxygen to steady myself before pulling her up and turning us. She let me push her down onto the bed, her creamy skin pink against the luxurious white covers. Her dark pink panties blazed in contrast, like a homing beacon for my eyes and mouth.

  She spread her legs as I kneeled between them, and I could see the dampness of her arousal high on her inner thighs.

  “Are you wet for me, Alexis?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Always.”

  Good girl. She whimpered as I splayed my hands over her thighs. My thumbs pressing into her inner thighs, I massaged up her legs slowly.

  “Luke, please.” She squirmed against the bed, tossing her head from side to side as I slid my thumbs up to her center. “Ahhhh!” she cried, just as I touched her through the damp fabric.

  “So wet,” I marveled. I brought one thumb up to my mouth and licked it. “Christ, is there any part of you that doesn’t taste like honey?”

  “Luke, please fuck me.” Her eyes flashed wildly as she reached for me.

  “Never beg a man to fuck you, Lexi,” I chided. “It’s bad manners, and he might just take you up on it.”

  She groaned as I moved back, her fingertips slipping off my hips. Quickly grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I rolled it on. If she asked me about it, I would tell her the truth—I wanted this to happen. I wasn’t about to deny it. My dick heavy with want, I paused to admire her quivering on the bed as her hand went into her panties.

  “You are beyond hot, Alexis. Do you feel hot?”

  Her hand moved inside her panties, and she moaned as she toyed with her own pussy. There was nothing sexier than watching a woman pleasure herself. I could sit back on my knees and watch her for hours. Okay, maybe minutes. There was only so much a man could take. My mouth practically watered at the smell of her arousal, and my need to taste her. I kneeled between her thighs, bending over to drag my tongue from her navel to her sternum.

  “Are you attached to this underwear?” I asked.

  “I—”

  “Doesn’t matter,” I muttered, the delicate lace ripping under my eager fingers. The scraps fell off her hips like wine splashing on the bed. She squealed as my palms went under her ass and I pulled her up to drink from her like a chalice.

  She did taste like honey everywhere.

  “Fuck, Luke!”

  I hummed with contentment, my face wet with her juices. “Do you need this?” I flicked my tongue against the hard bud of her clit, making her legs jerk.

  “Oh god, ye
s! Right there…”

  Spreading her apart with my thumbs, I licked and sucked, prodded and explored until she was letting out high-pitching panting noises. My dick was heavy and hard, desperate to feel her, but I was determined to make her come like a fucking freight train first.

  Her muscles flexed and tightened under my hands, and I felt the telltale fluttering of her inner walls on the tip of my tongue. She was already so close. I nudged her plump clit with my nose, my chin rubbing her outer lips.

  “You’re going to come for me now,” I ordered. “I want you to fucking soak me, honey.” I flattened my tongue and dragged it roughly from the bottom of her entrance to over her clit, and she screamed.

  “Oh fuck, yes! Yours, yours, yours!”

  She spilled into my waiting mouth, her body shaking. I couldn’t wait any longer. While she was still throbbing, I rose up and thrust into her. She shrieked when I bottomed out, my dick hard as steel inside her still rippling channel.

  Her fingers clawed at my ass. “Luke, oh god, I’m coming again!” Her body undulated underneath me, and it was like she was in her own world as she squeezed me. Feeling her climax just from my entering her made my eyes cross, but I barely moved. I was afraid that I would come too with any motion, and I wasn’t ready to be done yet.

  My skin prickled, my whole body taut with anticipation as I battled for self-control. This elegant, enigmatic woman was responsive to the point of utter abandon underneath me—it blew my mind. I was shocked and delighted at the heat coming off of her, the way she committed to her own pleasure.

  When I thought I could move without shooting off like a thirteen year old, I withdrew an inch before snapping my hips forward again.

  “Fuck!” I groaned, drawing the word out until it was swallowed by her mouth. Her legs wrapped around the backs of my thighs and her arms tightened around my shoulders.

  I wasn’t going to last long at all. I’d been close to coming down her throat earlier, and being deep in her pussy felt like heaven. But I’d be damned if I didn’t make her come one more time before I lost it.