The Billion Heir (Billionaire Book Club #1)

by Nikky Kaye

  I kissed him. It wasn’t elegant, or even on target, but I kissed him with everything I had. With my lips, I begged him not to break my heart, and with the rest of my mouth, I gave it to him for safekeeping.

  “Oh, honey.”

  We stretched out on the bed, side by side, touching each other everywhere we could reach. I tugged at his t-shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine. He pulled mine off over my head, then threw his own on the floor. A sigh fell out of my mouth as our chests pressed together, hot and hard and cool and soft all at the same time.

  His body against me felt like chainmail, his love wrapping around me as I moved, heavy but necessary. Lucas Knox may be a knight in tarnished armor, but he wouldn’t let me be a damsel in distress.

  “I want every inch of you,” he whispered. “I don’t want to just fuck you. I don’t want just your body. I want your heart, too.”

  “And my soul?”

  “No, Lexi. Your soul belongs to you.”

  Reluctantly, he pulled away and hopped off the bed to shuck his jeans. Taking off his boots was a little less romantic, but the bobbing promise of his arousal still made me writhe in anticipation. The crotch of my sleep shorts were soaked through, and I felt wonderfully light after wriggling them off.

  When he rejoined me on the bed, we were both bare and exposed to each other in a way we hadn’t been before. Sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting every mistake God had made when crafting our bodies. It was… illuminating.

  I traced the lines of his fading farmer’s tan, following every freckle with my fingers and tongue. Every hair gleamed in the sun, every scar and blemish as unique as he was. He ran his hands and mouth over my body with equal reverence. There were no fatuous compliments, no comparisons to perfection. We took each other in, knowing we were both imperfect but perfect for each other.

  “Luke, I need you.”

  “I know. I need you too. God help me, I need you so much.”

  Guilt shone in his eyes, as though he felt bad for wanting me. What he didn’t realize was that taking care of me—loving me—meant meeting me halfway. Not one of us was more powerful than the other, but we lifted each other up where the other would fall.

  I rolled us over and straddled him. We both moaned at the sensation of his hardness nestled against my pussy. His cock twitched and surged against me, his jaw tightening with restraint as he tried to lay still and let me set the pace. My hair fell over my shoulders, tickling his chest as I leaned over to kiss him.

  His hands went to my hips, moving me back and forth over his length. He wasn’t entering me, just letting me rub myself against him. Little flames of pleasure sizzled up my spine as my clit made contact, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him to fill me.

  Then I stilled. “Did you bring a condom?”

  He groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuck!”

  I grinned. There was some irony of his vow to take care of me while forgetting to bring protection. I didn’t have anything, having lived like a virtual nun for years. “I’m on the pill,” I said, not seeing the need to explain further.

  He groaned again, but with a different tone this time. His hands tightened on my hips, squeezing briefly before wandering over my ass and around to the front of my belly.

  “I’m clean,” he promised. “But we can stop, do something else. I’m okay with just eating you out until you scream.”

  I giggled. “I’m sure you are.” Maybe with another man I wouldn’t take the chance, but Luke had never lied to me. I leaned back on his thighs, taking his rock hard cock in my hand.

  “Oh shit, Lex!” He growled as I rubbed up and down, the tip of his erection glistening. “Damn, I’m your slave when you do that. Your hands on me… That’s enough, I swear to fucking god that’s enough.”

  Maybe it was, but I wanted more. I wanted all of him, the way he wanted all of me. “I trust you, Luke,” I said as I rose up and guided him to my entrance.

  Without hesitation I slid down on him, both of us holding our breath with the intensity of our joining.

  “I’ve never… fuck, Lex, I’ve never done this. I’m sorry. I had no idea. You feel amazing.” He was almost babbling, apologizing and praying while his hips jerked against me.

  “Shhh.” I kissed him, moving lazily. Every movement, even an inch either way, felt like a tidal wave of pleasure. Every physical sensation was buttressed by the intense emotions I was feeling—greed, comfort, lust, freedom. It was overwhelming. I could probably impale myself on him and climax from just the sheer magnitude of what I was feeling.

  But it wouldn’t be as good.

  I moved a little faster, arching my back. My knees pressed into his hips and my thighs tightened with effort. “More, I want more,” I panted. My hands were planted on his chest as I rocked back and forth frantically.

  “Me too, honey.”

  Before I knew what had happened, he pushed me off, flipped us and plunged back inside. He braced himself over me, his hips pistoning as he thrust deep and true.

  “Oh my god!” As good as it felt to be on top, there was something to be said for giving up control as well, and trusting him enough to take me over the edge.

  “Sexy Lexi, you going to come for me?” He nudged my throat, running his lips over my jaw before rising up over me. He sped up, determination shining in his eyes.

  I tossed my head from side to side, my chest close to bursting with emotion while the rest of my body teetered on the precipice. “No, Luke, come with me. Please!”

  “Yes, fuck, yes, I’m coming, honey!”

  My arms and legs wrapped around him, and I clung on tightly. He thrust three more times before burying his face in my neck to smother a loud moan.

  Rather than plummeting off an airless peak my body bloomed with pleasure and floated to the ground like a feather. His hot breath in my ear and his weight buoyed me rather suffocating me, like I was rising up to him instead of him pinning me down. A wave of happiness so ridiculous washed over me, that I giggled.

  I fucking giggled.

  Luke lifted his head to narrow his eyes at me. “You think this is funny, Alexis?”

  My whole body was shaking now with laughter, and I had no idea why. His blue eyes widened as I accidentally spit in his face while trying to muffle a snort. Oh my god!

  “Ooops.”

  “I’ll show you funny,” he threatened, waggling his fingers at me.

  “No tickling, Luke! Noooooo!”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Luke

  Epilogue

  “Do I look nervous?”

  Lexi straightened my tie again for the second time in ten minutes. It would have been fine if I didn’t keep tugging on the damn thing.

  “You’re fine,” she reassured me. “You’re going to be fine. You’re ready for this, I promise.”

  Despite her calm exterior, this close up I could see the red in her left eye where she’d nervously poked herself with her mascara wand that morning. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it until her gaze met mine.

  “We’re fine, right?”

  She nodded. I believed her. The previous few weeks had been hectic and intense, but the lines in her forehead were smoothing out a little and she had stopped radiating anxiety. I, on the other hand, was a fucking wreck.

  Michael Cohen eyed us from behind his desk. I knew the prick was watching us, but I preferred to believe there was a bubble around Lexi and myself in the corner. I’d already met with Freddie that morning, and everything was on track. In the meantime, Cohen had developed a tic in his right eye over the past week, and I was running on fumes.

  Sex, phone calls, emails, sex, food, meetings. Sleep was the one thing I was prepared to give up to make shit happen for this board meeting. Lexi had been beside me the whole time, cheering me on. We’d been too nervous to sleep last night or eat breakfast that morning, but we’d still made time to come together in a frantic coupling, like it was our last time.

  I wanted to throw up,
but there was nothing in my stomach except for coffee.

  Lex smoothed her hands over my suit, her lips curving into a small smile. “You know, I envy you, Lucas Knox.”

  “What? Why?” Other than being fuck hot and having an amazing woman at my side, I wasn’t sure what my future held right now.

  “You’re you, and you’re okay with that.”

  “Okay?” I wasn’t echoing her; I was genuinely confused as to what she was driving at.

  She tugged the lapels of my jacket. “You’re comfortable in this.”

  “Honey, I beg to differ. Remember, I dress to the right. The tailor definitely cut these pants to the left.” I shifted my weight, trying to subtly adjust myself. A ‘European’ fit was definitely not for me.

  “I’m sorry, are they chafing your platinum balls?” She gasped in mock shock, her mouth pursed in an alluring O shape.

  She giggled. I fucking loved that sound. My daily goal was to make it happen at least twice. Tickling helped.

  “I meant your skin, Luke. You’re comfortable in your skin.”

  I bent over to nuzzle the top of her cheek. Her skin was cool from nerves and air conditioning, but she still smelled like honey. “I’m pretty comfortable inside yours as well,” I whispered.

  With a playful smack to my chest, she pulled away a bit. “You have self-worth.”

  “Two billion and change? Not for long.”

  She rolled her eyes, planting her hands on her hips. “That’s still not what I meant. Are you trying to be obtuse?”

  I grinned at her. “It’s a natural gift. Like that thing I can do with my tongue.”

  “That thing you can do with your tongue is totally unnatural, if you ask me,” she said under her breath.

  Cohen rose from his desk. “It’s time, you two.”

  * * *

  Hours later, we were tucked into a booth at Settlement, chomping on appetizers before the Billionaire Book Club meeting began. Freddie had joined us for the first drink—turned out my douchebag cousin wasn’t such a bad guy after all. After he left, I pulled her closer than was publicly appropriate and emptied the rest of the champagne into our glasses.

  “So, you think you can manage without the private jet?” Lexi teased me.

  “Pretty sure I can.”

  “You know it has a bedroom on board.”

  “Aw, shit. Now you tell me. Is it too late to change my mind?”

  She shoved a miniature duck taco in my mouth. “At least you’ll still be able to make bail.”

  I raised my glass to her. “Here’s hoping I don’t have a reason.”

  Her exaggerated eye roll told me she wasn’t all that confident. Hell, I hadn’t punched Freddie in the throat for sliding his gaze up and down my girl, had I? I considered that damn fine progress.

  I’d worked out a deal with Freddie and the board members. I had no business running a business like that, much less the interest in the interest it generated. I also wasn’t stupid enough to just sign it all over and walk away, either.

  It was a toss-up as to who was happier about the handover—me or my cousin. Actually, the other board members were probably the most relieved. I’d never seen so many old white men near heart failure as in that damn boardroom. I couldn’t blame them. I was damn near a panic attack myself as we began, until Lexi met my gaze and mouthed, “Calm the fuck down.”

  We’d arranged for a substantial sum of Charles Knox’s legacy to be put in trust for a non-profit company, which I was going to head. With it we would guarantee employee benefits, regardless of how the company was doing. Medical, dental, education, retirement planning—our goal was to cover it all. You didn’t have to be part of a union, or have a minimum number of hours worked in a week or wait for a year to qualify. Everyone would be entitled to benefits, proportional to their performance and position. It took a lot of research and consulting with labor lawyers, fund managers and policy analysts to cobble it together, but I was pretty confident it could work.

  There were a few grumbles about socialist bullshit down the long table, but I explained to the old white dudes that a secure employee was a happy and loyal employee. Hopefully, we’d be able to successfully invest a portion of the fund and branch out to provide other companies as well.

  And yeah, we built in a modest but healthy salary for myself and my marketing director. Like I said, I wasn’t stupid.

  I had hope for the future—and now I also had duck taco juice dripping down my chin.

  Lexi looked around for a napkin before remembering that we’d sacrificed both our serviettes to clean up duty after her under the table handjob. It would be uncouth to use the tablecloth to wipe my face, I was thinking. Before I could wipe my face with my sleeve, however, Lexi scooched closer and licked my chin clean.

  “Yum,” she said with a mischievous grin.

  “I’m shocked.” I gasped, mocking her the same way she did to me earlier. “Where are your manners, Miss Kincaid?”

  “She just didn’t want to waste good food, right?” Silas Warner slid into the booth.

  Without missing a beat, Alexis blinked and smiled politely. “The food here is excellent, yes.”

  Silas held up the empty bottle of champagne. “Celebrating something?”

  “My new job,” Lexi said.

  I couldn’t resist. “She’ll be working under me.”

  The dim light from the lanterns flickering overhead didn’t do much to hide her blush. Or the sharp jab she delivered to my ribs.

  “Ow!”

  “I’ll kiss it better later,” she said under her breath.

  I was going to hold her to that promise. And the desk. And the wall. And the shower bench. I fidgeted in my seat, my European cut pants uncomfortable again.

  “Viktor was disappointed we didn’t finish with War and Peace last time,” Silas reminded us.

  I groaned. Oh dear lord, I’d thought that evening would never fucking end. When were the meetings scheduled to discuss magazines?

  The celebrity chef rubbed his hands together. “But he’s not coming tonight, so I brought an alternative.” He held up a copy of his newest cookbook.

  “Really?” Alexis said, plucking it out of his hands to flip through it.

  “Or we could just talk about women,” I suggested. That seemed to be the secondary theme of the few meetings I’d attended so far. Then again, I now knew way too much about Nathan’s sex life than I wanted to.

  Silas frowned at me. “Ixnay on the ossipgay,” he growled.

  I waved my hand. Lexi was engrossed in the cookbook, not even listening to us. Leaning back, I stretched my arm around Lexi’s shoulder. “A bunch of fat cats sitting around measuring their dicks makes more sense than a book club, you know.” The whole thing was a joke, I thought.

  “I’ll put it on the agenda for next time,” Silas drawled.

  Lexi looked up. “Can I come?”

  “No!” we both shouted.

  She stuck her tongue out at me, which still didn’t help my European cut problem. Maybe I could skip book club…

  “Hey, can I get a doggy bag for the rest of this?” I asked Silas.

  “A doggy bag?” He looked faintly bewildered.

  Under the tablecloth, I pulled Lexi’s hand into my lap. Her eyes widened at me as she felt the bulge of my cock. “Yeah, a doggy bag,” I repeated firmly, never taking my gaze off Alexis as Silas left the table.

  “Yokel.” She snorted, but her eyes flared with amusement and arousal.

  “Party girl,” I shot back.

  I swallowed hard, sending her a silent warning as she rubbed her fingers up and down the front of my pants. Oh, she was going to get it later.

  Ignoring Silas’s presence she leaned up to kiss me, her palm still curved over my aching erection. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

  THE NAUGHTY STEP

  Billionaire Book Club #2, coming March 30, 2017!

  “I’m sorry, miss, but he’s not answering.” The uniformed security guard held out
the phone so that I could hear the ringing click over to voice mail—again. “Is he expecting you?”

  “Not exactly…” Dammit, Mom! You were supposed to call ahead!

  I let out a sigh that was almost as heavy as the air outside. New York in June was hot and smelly. So was I. Thankfully you couldn't see my perspiration through my white eyelet lace top, but I was sticky enough that my thighs were chafing from rubbing together under my denim skirt.

  The building watchdog looked at me suspiciously, silently doing some kind of threat assessment of the cotton candy cloud of strawberry blonde hair on my head and my silver flip-flops and matching pedicure. Really? How dangerous could I look?

  I pushed my sunglasses up on my head and smiled sweetly. “Please try again?”

  With obvious reluctance, he dialed again. We were both surprised when Nathan picked up this time. The guard straightened as he spoke.

  “Mister Brownlow, there’s a lady here to see you, Miss...?” He looked at me expectantly.

  “Zoe.”

  “Miss Zoe,” he announced, then shook his head. “He doesn’t know a Zoe,” he whispered to me with a frown.

  “Zoe Zawaski.”

  Nope. Blank stare. The doorman was on the verge of branding me a stalker or something. I was hot, tired, and really wanted a shower, a cold drink, and to sit naked in front of an air conditioner.

  He protested as I leaned over the desk and snagged the phone out of his hand.

  “Nathan, it’s your sister.”

  “I don’t have a sister.” I was prepared for denial. I wasn’t prepared for the husky voice on the phone to make my body tingle.

  “I can explain, if you let me come up.”

  A minute later I was rolling my suitcase into an elevator headed for the twentieth floor. Sweat rolled down my forehead, threatening to drip into my eyes. Would I be flashing the security camera if I pulled up the hem of my shirt to wipe my face? I wondered. I peered at the ceiling. Chances were that if the elevator didn’t have air conditioning, it didn’t have a camera.