Billionaire Mountain Man

by Claire Adams

  Chapter Twelve

  Jess

  Noah’s warm mouth on mine surprised me enough that I froze in place. Tasting the sweet wine on his lips made my head spin. Or maybe it had been the two glasses I’d had over the short time since he’d arrived home. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders, bringing him closer to me. He opened his mouth, and his tongue rubbed against mine, tangling together in a sensual dance.

  My wine glass toppled over and fell onto the carpeted floor. I jumped back away from him, reality slamming into me. The glass was empty and intact, but the action snapped me back to reality. Was my boss really kissing me? It surprised me that I wanted to kiss him more.

  “Noah,” I said, reaching my fingers to my lips. His heat settled on my sensitive skin there.

  “Jess,” he said, twining his fingers with mine. “You’re so amazing. I—” He shook his head and his eyebrows furrowed together as if he couldn’t find the words.

  What could he have said though? There was an apparent attraction between us, stemming from the first day we met.

  Instead of talking, I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. He smiled and traced his fingertip across my forehead, brushing back my hair from my face. His touch left a trail of tingles across my skin.

  Each time my mind told me to stop, I threw everything I had at the negative thoughts and melted back into the moment with Noah.

  His first kiss was tentative, almost as if he’d done it by accident or instinct. But all signs of apprehension were gone now. His hands roamed my body, keeping to the more chaste zones while I yearned for his touch in other places.

  And to show him that, I deepened the kiss and pressed against his chest. He broke the kiss and locked eyes with me as I lifted my leg and straddled his lap.

  His erection pressed against me. I rubbed myself along it; each time I moved, his strangled moans filled my mouth. I smiled against his lips.

  “Keep going,” he said.

  With pleasure. Off my cue, he grabbed my butt and squeezed, guiding me where to rub against him.

  My hands roamed his chest until I found the buttons of his shirt, popping each of them open as I moved lower. When his shirt fell open, I pressed my hands against his bare chest, feeling his rock hard pecs under my fingertips. Noah had the DILF thing going in all aspects of his life.

  “We should go upstairs,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  “Okay,” I said. Was I really doing this?

  “If Gina wakes up…” he said.

  “I get it,” I said. “Let’s go.”

  He pulled me down to him to kiss me again, and I briefly wondered if he’d changed his mind about leaving. But the living room was a wide open space. I wasn’t sure how to explain any of this to Gina. I wasn’t sure how I would explain it to myself in the morning. Once again, I pushed those thoughts away.

  Noah gently pushed me off him, and when I stepped onto the floor, the room tilted. The effects of the wine had disappeared; the dizziness I felt was all about Noah.

  He took my hand, and we raced off toward the stairs leading to the second floor. I was about to step onto the first step when Noah whirled me around and pressed me up against the wall. His lips crushed mine, and I held him against me. Within seconds, he released me.

  “Sorry, I needed to taste you again,” he said.

  I licked my lips, knowing how he felt.

  We moved up the stairs and took a left down the hallway. It was a good thing Gina’s room was down the other end. It was bad enough that she might have seen us if she came downstairs for a glass of water. Catching us in Noah’s bedroom would have been worse. His bedroom was at the end of the hallway and tucked into the corner of the house. We’d have to be very loud for her to hear.

  Noah brought me straight to his bed. He pulled off his shirt, and for a moment I got to drink him in. There were no lights on in the bedroom, but the light from the moon filtered through the window shades, illuminating the incredible body standing before me.

  I lifted my shirt and tossed it onto the ground.

  Noah’s eyes drunk me in and dampness spread down below. His penetrating gaze glued me to the floor. He reached for me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He held my face in his hands and tilted it to the side, trailing kisses from my jawline down my neck. I raked my fingers through his hair, silently begging him to keep going.

  His hands moved down across my stomach and then around my waist. A quick pop against my back made me gasp. The tightness of my bra fell away from my body, and I dropped my arms to my sides to allow the thin fabric to fall to the floor.

  Noah’s hands cupped my breasts, and my head fell back, drinking in the sensation of his hands on me. A satisfied moan escaped my lips.

  “You’re so sexy, Jess,” Noah said, moving one of his hands away from my breasts and down to the waistband of my leggings. Without any buttons or zippers, Noah easily sneaked his hand inside of my pants.

  I let out a surprised gasp as his fingers brushed against my clit.

  “Shit,” I breathed.

  He kissed my neck again. Between that and one of his thumbs rubbing over my nipple, my entire body went numb. His hand against me moved in slow, tantalizing circles against my most sensitive area.

  “You like that?” Noah whispered into my ear.

  “Yeah,” I moaned.

  “I want you so bad, Jess,” he said.

  I brought my lips to his and kissed him fiercely, conveying how badly I wanted him too. I reached down and unzipped his pants, shoving them down to the floor. I grabbed onto him and lightly gasped. He was as hard as a rock.

  He moved both of his hands to my waist and broke the kiss. Before I could ask what he was doing, he was already kneeling in front of me, tugging my leggings down.

  His mouth pressed against me and I bit down on my lip. After kissing me for a moment, he pulled down my panties. The air against my damp skin made me even more sensitive down there.

  Noah stood up and appraised me. For some reason, I didn’t feel the need to hide anything. Any other time I had sex, I undressed under the covers or under the cover of darkness. But the lust in Noah’s eyes was more erotic than any foreplay.

  He stepped out of his boxer briefs, and he pulled me against him. His erection pressed against my leg. He moved forward, backing me slowly until my legs bumped against the bed. I sat down, and he stood over me, a glorious sight if I ever saw one. Noah was the sexiest man who had ever seen me naked. And the one with the biggest heart.

  I scooted back onto the bed as he reached down to the floor. I sat up, and he rustled around until his head popped up again.

  He wore a sheepish grin and held up a foil wrapper.

  “Was that in your wallet?” I asked, trying to hide my smile.

  He chuckled. “No, I stashed these under the bed.”

  I sat up, resting on my knees, spreading my legs open for him. His eyes widened, and a stirring fluttered around in my stomach.

  For as little sex as Noah’d had over the past three years, he put the condom on faster than I’d ever seen. He jumped onto the bed and kissed me again. With nothing between us other than a thin latex barrier, there wasn’t much else to do other than getting started with what we both desperately wanted. I laid down, and he propped himself on top of me. I guided him between my legs and gasped when his tip touched me. I had to hold my breath to keep from coming at that moment. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I smiled up at him and placed my hands on his neck, bringing his mouth down to mine. “I’m perfect.”

  He slowly entered me, and a moan escaped my lips. His tongue silenced me as he started to thrust. I moved my hands to his back and traced his muscles with my fingers. His skin was hot under my touch, and I was glad I wasn’t the only one. My skin felt like it was on the verge of lighting on fire. Every part of me that Noah touched added to the licking flames inside of me.

  When he was all
the way in, he pushed a little harder, stretching me to my limits.

  “Oh, God,” I said.

  “You feel incredible,” he said.

  “Ditto,” I said with a smile.

  He started off slow, moving in and out, stroking me from the inside. But he quickly escalated. I wrapped my legs around his waist, opening myself up to him completely. The pressure inside of me built up quicker and quicker until I was on the precipice. My head fell back against the bed, and I closed my eyes, focusing my mind on the pleasure that radiated from deep inside of me.

  “I want you to come for me, Jess.”

  “Okay,” I said through one quick breath. Within a few more strokes, my entire body erupted, and I cried out as I reached the peak of my orgasm. He continued to thrust, harder now, bringing me through his own orgasm.

  “Fuck!” he hissed as he came.

  I wrapped myself tighter around him, giving him my entire body.

  He fell against the bed, slipping out of me, leaving me exposed. I didn’t care. We laid there for a moment, and a goofy grin spread across my face.

  I shivered, more about the release of pleasure than being cold. But Noah shoved the covers down from under us; then he spread them over me. He kissed my lips and laid his head down on one pillow.

  I shivered again. With my mind completely clear, those thoughts rushed back to me. They were a habit, and I knew firsthand how hard habits were to break.

  What had I done? I pulled the sheets up over my chest and turned to Noah. He stared at the ceiling, his chest quickly rising and falling. He knew I was looking at him, yet he couldn’t meet my eyes. He had thought the same thing.

  I reached my hand up to cover my face. This was a mistake. I’d ruined my job with one stupid decision. And what about Gina? After sleeping with Noah, I knew everything would be so awkward from here on out.

  “I think I should go,” I murmured and sat up, keeping my chest covered. My skin crawled with embarrassment. “I don’t want Gina to get hurt.”

  “That’s a good idea,” he said, turning to face me.

  His agreement made me feel worse. This time, I turned away.

  He sat up. I quickly put my underwear and bra on before my sweater. It was long enough to cover my butt until I could locate my pants.

  “Here,” Noah said, holding out my leggings. He must have tossed them onto the bed. My tunnel vision prevented me from noticing.

  I took them and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. My face flushed beet red. I wished Noah would leave the room.

  “Will I see you on Monday?” he asked.

  My gaze lifted to his. That was a mistake. My body exploded with the same ripples of pleasure that I felt when he made me orgasm. I couldn’t be the one to quit. I loved Gina, and I would not run away from her. If he wanted me gone, then he’d have to fire me.

  “I’ll see you Monday,” I said, hoping it wouldn’t be my last day.

  He nodded, and with that, I shuffled out of the bedroom with my tail between my legs and a sick feeling in my stomach.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Noah

  The next morning, I woke up feeling the crisp sheets next to me. I rolled over and inhaled. Jess’s scent still lingered on the pillow from last night. A rush of the events leading up to and during our sexual encounter flooded my mind. God, she was fucking incredible. And a fantastic lover as well. More than I could have hoped. I had no idea that after the terrible date I had with Kimberly that I was going to come home to that. Even though I was the one to initiate our little encounter, she was ready and willing to oblige.

  Though I could have done better with the awkwardness afterward. She clearly regretted being with me the moment after we came together. It hurt my pride that she felt that way. I wanted her to stay the night and wake up to her in the morning.

  But she had been right. If Gina saw her in the morning, there would be a lot of questions. Coming from a three-year-old with hundreds of questions a day, there would be even more explaining to do. I had a strong feeling that Jess enjoyed our little nightcap and I wondered if it would be smart ever to do it again. I hadn’t thought practically the night before, and neither had she. But breaking the barrier between us, for some reason, made me like her even more. I wasn’t looking to have just a sexual relationship with my nanny. Jess was the one I wanted to go on dates with and come home with afterward, doing what we did over and over again. I rubbed the heels of my hands into my eyes. How had everything become so complicated in one night? We’d have to talk about it sometime. I didn’t want Jess ever to leave us, and I would do anything to keep her.

  I debated calling her, but I didn’t know the etiquette in this situation. I supposed it would have been easier if she was a one night stand, but I would see her in the morning regardless. Maybe I could think of something by then.

  “Why are you whistling, Daddy?” Gina asked as she came into the kitchen an hour later. I’d pulled out the ancient waffle maker earlier and finished up with my third one before she came downstairs for breakfast. I could have bought a new one, but this one was my grandmother’s, and it still worked well, creating the perfect tasting Belgian waffle every single time. For some reason, I felt nostalgic that morning, or I was incredibly hungry from the insane lovemaking last night. Either way, one or two waffles would hit the spot.

  “I didn’t know I was whistling,” I said, telling the truth. Since waking up, I had an extra pep in my step. And the two cups of coffee helped keep me going that morning.

  “You were,” she said. “Loudly.”

  I chuckled and pressed a kiss to her head. She hugged my leg and stayed there for only a moment before going to the table. I reached into the refrigerator for milk for her.

  “Did you have fun last night?” she asked.

  I stiffened and then I realized she meant on my date with Kimberly.

  “It was all right,” I said, holding back the urge to cringe in front of her. Gina would undoubtedly tell Jess about my reaction to the date and Kimberly was Jess’s friend. Though Jess hadn’t been loyal to her friend last night.

  “You are going out again?” she asked.

  I cleared my throat. “I’m not sure.”

  Gina frowned. “That’s sad. But I think you will find someone, Daddy. Does Jess have another friend?”

  This kid was too smart for her age. I picked up the plate of cooling waffles and brought them over to the table. Food always distracted Gina and this time was no different. She dug her fork into one of the waffles, and I helped her get it onto her plate.

  “What did you do with Jess last night?” I asked, not wanting to talk about my part of the evening.

  “We watched that doggie movie. And then we played dress up and had a tea party!” She nibbled on a bite of her breakfast.

  “You had tea before bed?” Gina was potty-trained but having a lot of any drink before bed was usually a sign of wet sheets.

  “It was pretend tea, Daddy,” she said. Her tone had a hint of a teenage attitude clipped onto it.

  She had no idea how much trouble she was going to cause me when she was older. I reached over and tickled her side. She laughed. And I held onto that sound. I would refer to it when she was going on dates with boys.

  I shivered and started eating my food. “Uncle Brandon is back.”

  “Can we see him?” Gina asked, bouncing in her chair.

  “Sure,” I said. “I’ll give him a call this morning. I’m sure he has something special for you from his vacation.”

  “Present! Present!” she chanted.

  I smirked. “Only if you finish your breakfast first.”

  That was all the motivation she needed.

  Thankfully, the weather cooperated that afternoon. At the park, I was able to shed my jacket with the warmer temperature. I tossed the jacket on the bench on the outskirts of the playground. Gina took off for the slide, her favorite thing to do there. She could slide for an entire day if it were up to her. I stayed back, keeping a good eye on
her without encroaching on her fun.

  I scanned the area, looking for Brandon. He had a tendency to arrive at places whenever he felt like it. Something that annoyed the hell out of Amelia and myself.

  I’d stopped looking for him after five minutes and sat on one of the benches watching Gina. Gina had played for almost a half-hour before Brandon arrived.

  “Sorry I’m late,” Brandon said, yawning.

  “Did you just wake up?” I asked. It was after one o’clock.

  “I’m on a different time zone,” he said.

  His whole life was on a different time zone. I shook hands with him. In his other hand was a small bag, undoubtedly a present for Gina. She was far too busy with sliding to see that her honorary uncle had shown up.

  I didn’t interrupt her. I needed to talk to someone about Jess. Even though I was sure Brandon would see this as a step forward in getting me together with someone.

  “So, last night,” I started.

  “Oh, that’s right,” he said, chucking me in the arm. “You had a date. How did it go?”

  A slow smile spread across my mouth.

  “Dude, you got laid!” Brandon said, loud enough for the surrounding parents to hear. Since there were mostly moms and nannies, I got a lot of dirty looks.

  “Keep it down, man,” I said.

  “Was she super flexible?” Brandon asked.

  “Who, Jess?”

  “You went out with a girl named Jess?” Brandon asked, confused.

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I went out with Jess’s friend, Kimberly. The date didn’t go well. So, when I came home, Jess was there, and we had some wine, and one thing led to another…”

  “Wait,” he said, crossing his arms. “Kimberly was the yoga teacher?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you didn’t sleep with her?”

  “No, I slept with Jess.” Why wasn’t he catching on? Maybe he’d been the wrong person to talk about this with.

  “What happened on the date?” Brandon asked.

  I sighed. “She was only into the fact that I have money. And she flirted with every other guy we came in contact with.”