The Billionaire's Secret

by Mika Lane

  “You like it in your ass, don’t you?”

  “Mmmm. I’ve never had it in my ass,” I murmured. “Except for your finger.”

  He pushed in farther. “Yeah? Tell me if it’s too much. Okay?”

  I wiggled my ass in the air. “More. I want more.” I trusted him to do anything he wanted.

  He introduced a second finger and gently pushed until I relaxed. With two fingertips inside, he pumped them in and out until they were buried to his knuckles.

  Electricity shot from my core to every nerve ending. I’d never dreamed ass play would leave me trembling like this.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Mmmm.” I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, and soon, his fingers were completely buried. He gradually increased the speed of his pistoning until I pounded my fists on the bench and began to moan.

  “Give it to me. I want more. Fuck me, Varden. I want your cock in there,” I begged.

  If I didn’t get it I might lose my mind.

  “You sure, baby?”

  “Please…please,” I murmured.

  I twisted around to see him reach for some lube. He coated himself with it and drizzled some down my crack, making me jump and the tickling sensation. I waved my ass in the air like a dog in heat.

  A different pressure bounced against my ass, much larger than Varden’s fingers. I rubbed my clit, focused on relaxing my tight ring of muscle.

  He pressed against my opening, his tip stretching me and gradually dipping past my rim. When the widest part of his head passed through, I jumped at the slight burn. I exhaled, and he glided in more easily. He sank deeper into me and I jammed myself back on him. He reached forward and held my head down. A thousand tiny explosions racked my body with a sensation I’d never known existed. I loved it.

  My moans rose to a crescendo and I continued rocking my hips against him. It was fucking unbelievable.

  “God, yeah, Varden. I love it,” I murmured over and over again.

  He pumped harder, his balls bouncing against my pussy. I reached back and thrust two fingers in myself and to feel his dick on the other side of my wall.

  “You love what, baby?” he teased.

  “Your cock in my ass. Fuck me, fuck my ass,” I mumbled as my body shook in violent shudders. My orgasm hit so hard, I started to slide off the bench.

  But he righted me just in time, like I knew he would. I twisted my head free of his grasp and bucked and my orgasm continued to roll from the sensitive nerves of my ass to my fingers, toes, and scalp, in wave after wave of inconceivable ecstasy.

  Behind me, he groaned. With one last thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he ever had in my pulsating ass, and with a tight grip on my hips, delivered his load. When he was done, he pulled out gradually, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the bed.

  Curling up on my side, I was beyond spent. Varden pulled me toward him in a tight spoon, and we dozed.

  Chapter 38

  Varden

  Thank god it was Saturday morning. After an incredible session in front of my window, my girl had completely passed out. I was in need of some recovery time, too. She was so beautiful as she dozed, vulnerable yet strong. And the enthusiastic way she let me pop her ass cherry—well, that would give me something to jerk off to for years to come.

  I had to figure out how to break news of the relationship to Saffi’s dad. Hugh Bartlett knew me as a hard-driving professional as well as a man-whore when off the clock. He might not want his daughter to have anything to do with me.

  Couldn’t blame him, really.

  Saffi stirred, looking around the room as if she didn’t know where she was. “Wow. I guess I fell asleep again. What time is it?”

  “Ten a.m.”

  “Oh my god! My dad’s gonna think I’m dead in a ditch. Why didn’t I text him last night? Shit.” She jumped out of bed and scrambled for her cell. “He’ll be so worried.”

  “He should be,” Varden said.

  She whipped her head around. “Why?”

  He ran his fingers through his bed head. “I’m sure it’s no surprise to you that I haven’t exactly been the settling down type—”

  “And my dad is aware of that?”

  He nodded slowly. “Everyone’s aware of that.”

  She lowered herself to the bench where all the fun had happened the night before. “So what am I doing here?”

  I looked up at the bedroom ceiling, then gazed directly at her. “I don’t know why, but something is different with you. I want you in my life. You’re amazing, smart, beautiful, sexy, kind—”

  “Oh my god.” Her eyes filled with tears and her chin quivered. “Thank you. I mean, not thank you, but that’s so kind. No, not kind, that’s not what I meant—”

  I pressed my fingers to her lips. “Shhh. You don’t have to say anything.”

  She sniffled and cleared her throat. “There are two calls from my dad.” She played the first one.

  “Saffi, hey there, just checking in. I don’t mind your spending the night out, but I’d really like you to let me know when you’re not coming home. Talk to you soon, sweetie.”

  I winced. Damn.

  “I’ll text him that I’m on my way home. Can you give me a lift to my car? I left it at the club.”

  “Of course. In fact, I think I’ll follow you to your dad’s. We’ll all have a talk.”

  “Sure you want to do that?” she asked me with raised eyebrows.

  “Hey, I gotta start showing I’m a new man some time, don’t I?” I laughed.

  She ran around the room, gathering her clothes from the night before. Could I really move from being mister man-whore to smitten with the beautiful Saffi?

  “There’s one thing I wanted to ask you about,” I said. “Have you given any thought to exactly, um…who might show up in your story for the Post?”

  She cupped the sides of my face. “You are not going to be in the story. Do you think I want everyone to know that during my undercover investigation I, um, tested the merchandise?”

  Grabbing hands, we headed for my car.

  Driving separately, we pulled up before her father’s house in one of the city’s more upscale residential neighborhoods. It was vastly different from the downtown high rise where I lived, and yet the advantages of having more space, and peace and quiet, were obvious. I’d never been to Hugh’s home and was glad to see the man rewarded himself for being available to clients like me nearly twenty-four seven. He certainly deserved it.

  Saffi waited on the front step for me to park, and then she let us into the house with her key. The entryway was vast and tastefully decorated.

  “Wow,” I whispered, “you grew up here?”

  She nodded. “I did. My mom decorated the place. She had a real talent for that sort of thing.”

  “Man, you should see where Beau and I grew up.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Just a little different from this place.” I pictured the shitty little trailer Beau and I had called home. I was also quite sure Saffi hadn’t worried about being smacked around by drunks during her childhood. I had a lot to share with her…

  “Dad?” she called.

  “Hi, sweetie. In here.” Hugh’s voice rang from the other side of the house.

  We walked into a darkly paneled study with comfortable, crackled, broken-in leather furniture. The room smelled of cognac and a slight mustiness, most likely from the hundreds of books lining the walls.

  “Varden,” Hugh said with surprise when he saw me follow Saffi in.

  “Hugh. How are you?” I crossed the room to shake hands.

  He stood and automatically extended his hand, but the look on his face was confused. “I didn’t expect to see you two here. Together. What a surprise.” He looked back and forth between us.

  Damn, he was diplomatic. No wonder he was a top attorney.

  “Dad, I want to explain—”

  But I interrupted. “No, Saffi. Let me explain, please. Mind if we sit, Hugh?�
�� I gestured to the chairs opposite the desk. I had to speak fast. I knew how she felt about being spoken for.

  “Please. Be my guests.”

  Saffi looked at me with wide eyes.

  We sat, and I cleared my throat.

  “Hugh, Saffi and I have seen each other socially a few times, and have decided to start dating.” I reached for Saffi’s hand. “I hope that’s okay with you, and I hope it doesn’t burden our working relationship.”

  Hugh rubbed his chin and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. Shit, maybe this wouldn’t go as well as I’d hoped.

  But he took a deep breath. “Were you at Varden’s last night?” he asked Saffi.

  She looked directly back at him. “Yes, Dad. I stayed over his place.” God, she was gutsy.

  He looked over at me.

  “Varden, you know Saffi’s my precious girl.” He looked down at his hands. “I’ve always dreamt that she’d find the kind of happiness her mother and I had. Now, I know you guys say you are just starting to date. But if I could choose an upstanding man for my daughter”—he looked back up—“I would choose you.” He broke into a huge smile.

  Saffi and I looked at each other in disbelief. My beautiful girl was beaming.

  “Saffi,” Hugh said, motioning toward me, “this man is one of the most ethical and upstanding clients I’ve ever had. I completely trust him.”

  Holy shit. I’d hoped he thought well of me, but I hadn’t expected praise like that. My own eyes welled up at the kindest thing anyone had ever said about me.

  Saffi jumped up from her chair, kissed my cheek, and and ran to hug her father. “Thank you for trusting us, Dad. I was concerned there might be some…difficulty.”

  “You’re a grown woman. You can do what you want. But I am honored you both came to me.”

  I stood and extended my hand again. “Hugh,” I said, my voice cracking. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.” I looked at Saffi with a hungry smile. “We both appreciate it.”

  Chapter 39

  Saffi

  Three weeks later, I moved all the crap from my cubicle to my very own office, where the paper’s new receptionist dropped off the Chinese food I’d ordered for lunch. The sign hanging on the door said Saffi Bartlett nice and big.

  “I really appreciate your running out for us,” I told the new girl. “I used to get the Chinese food myself, and it got really old after awhile.”

  The receptionist smiled shyly. “My pleasure, Saffi. I can’t complain. I’m just so happy to be here at the paper. Maybe we could have coffee sometime and you could tell me about how you moved up through the ranks?”

  “I’d love that. Let’s do it.”

  Wait till she heard my story. Or didn’t.

  At that afternoon’s staff meeting, Ed was at the head of the conference room, like usual. When everyone finally filed in, his hands went up to quiet the room. “We have a lot to go over today, gang. But what I think is most exciting is that Saffi’s story about Club Silk has been nominated for the Investigative Reporting Annual Award.”

  I looked around the room. Everyone was staring back at me.

  Wait. What did he just say?

  My coworkers were clapping and cheering.

  I guess I’d heard him right.

  I clutched my hand to my chest. “Oh my gosh. Thank you, guys. Thank you, Ed.”

  “Well, you deserve it, Saffi. You were courageous and did a great job.”

  Even Tom, with an eye on the cute receptionist, seemed happy for me.

  Another thing to talk to her about over lunch…

  The office hadn’t been my only move. I arrived home that night and threw my keys on the penthouse’s kitchen counter. I still had some boxes to unpack from my dad’s house, but was getting settled in nicely.

  “Varden?” I called.

  “In here, babe.”

  I followed his voice to find him in the den. He was throwing items in a large green garbage bag.

  “Whatcha doin’?”

  He held up his mask from Club Silk. “Thinking it’s time to say goodbye to this baby.” He tossed it in the garbage bag.

  “Wait! You could always save it, put it on a shelf or something.”

  He considered it for a moment. “You know, I don’t want it. I’m not hiding anymore.”

  “Are you sure?”

  He placed his hands on either side of my face. “Hiding is my past. Loving you is my future.” He planted his mouth on mine for a knee-wobbling, breathtaking kiss.

  That all-too-familiar throb between my legs began to make itself known. There’d been a lot of that since I’d moved into the penthouse.

  “And Beau is okay with everything?”

  “He’s more than okay. He’s thrilled. He thinks the world of you. And he seems to like his new place. I think he’s really turned things around.”

  Tears sprung to my eyes.

  “How did I get lucky enough to fall into the Gallagher family?”

  He smiled. “How did I get lucky enough to fall into the Bartlett family?”

  Easing me against the game table, he pulled my dress over my head. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor and his hands flew to my bare breasts as kisses sprinkled over my hard nipples. He took one between his teeth and gently tugged.

  My head spun with desire. This man knew exactly how to touch me every moment of every day.

  How did he do that, find the connection that drew us together over and over again, that left me so weak in the knees?

  “We could head over to the club if you want to. But things seem pretty hot right here.”

  He wasn’t kidding.

  “Oh, wait a sec.” I relayed the story of my award.

  “God, baby, I’m so proud of you. You killed it, just like I knew you would.”

  “Couldn’t have done it without you, you know. And we salvaged our relationship with M.”

  “Oh yeah.” He turned me around and slid my panties down to run his tongue along my aching pussy.

  “And I’ll be forever in your debt for not outing me as a club member,” he added with a laugh.

  I moaned as my clit throbbed with heaviness. “I like your being in my debt.” I turned to face him, licking my taste from his lips and tongue.

  “You could have broken me,” he said.

  “I’d say I did break you. And then I put you back together.”

  He lay me back on the game table, sending chess pieces flying to the floor.

  “You’re right. I’m happier, stronger, wiser, and…more complete. I’ve found all I need,” he told me.

  I nodded in agreement. And there would always be more stories to write, and maybe even awards to win. But until then, we had each other. And together, we were more than enough.

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  Writing has been a passion of Mika’s since a young age (her first book was "The Day I Ate the Milkyway"), but erotic romance is now what gives purpose to her days and nights. She lives in magical Northern California with her own handsome alpha dude, sometimes known as Mr. Mika Lane, and an evil cat named Bill. A lover of shiny things, she’s a devoted traveler, observer, and book worm. She has been k
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