Secret Affair With A Billionaire

by Longton, Heather

  Emma finally closed the door. "How did you know where to find me?"

  "I've seen your invoices, I made a note just in case."

  "So tonight is the night you thought you would come round for some revenge sex? What is the matter, didn't you like the look of Hannah's friends? I know they are all lusting after you."

  The sound of voices from next door broke the flow of the conversation. Daniel was standing in the middle of the room dominating the space and making Emma feel rather small and helpless. Surely he wasn't here for a quick bedroom tumble, because if he was then she wouldn't give him the time of day ever again. She was trying to think back to what she had actually said in the alleyway. Had she really offered herself to him? Could she really have insinuated that she was ready to jump into bed with him? And if she had, had he really taken her seriously? She knew a lot had been said in the pressure of the moment but she was no longer sure what precisely had been said.

  The noise from next door subsided or maybe they became less prominent as a group of revellers passed by the front door. Daniel looked towards the door as the noisy passing faded into the distance. He turned towards Emma.

  "Go and get some things, pack a suitcase or something."

  "I beg your pardon?"

  "You know what I said. Get some things together, enough for the weekend to start with. And remember to get things you will need for Leila."

  "I am not going anywhere, and even more I am not going anywhere with you."

  "You are not staying here. I am just not going to allow it." He raised his arm in the direction of the door. "That's Friday night happening outside your front door, and I don't want to even consider what Saturday night is like."

  He was right. Friday night was like a starter compared to the main course which was served up on the Saturday night. "So where do you plan on taking me, your weekend love nest?"

  "It was your idea that we should sleep together, not mine. We can discuss it further when we get to my place and I don't have to worry about you being here any more."

  "Your place?" She shrieked. Emma was rather shocked and was struggling to find the right words. "You think that I..., You want me to..., You expect..."

  "Let's find a bag." He clicked his fingers encouraging Leila to move to his side. "I can find you somewhere to stay after the weekend. I have a number of properties which are empty and you can have one of those at mates' rates, once you've explained why a Hartington is living in such squalor. Have any of your family been here? Toby?"

  She felt that a whirlwind had just burst through her door and was throwing her life upside down while swinging her around. Was he plotting to set her up in a flat as a kept mistress, to visit her when he wanted and to casually drop her once he had tired with her? Was he trying to reverse the roles of the past? It was he who now had the wealth and the power and he was using it to buy her now that she was broke. Is this the way he will take his revenge, sleeping with her until he became bored using the excuse that the only way they can get on is through a physical relationship?

  She felt herself shaking her head and thinking how ridiculous everything had become. She thought she knew this man in front of her, it didn't seem that long ago when they spent all their time together and laughed and joked over many silly things. The times when she'd...

  "Toby has nothing to do with it and neither does anybody else. For goodness sake Daniel can you just stop?"

  Daniel was already opening cupboards in quick succession and found a rucksack throwing it towards her. "That will do."

  The rucksack landed at her feet and she made no response. He walked towards her and she took a step sideways to block his path to the kitchen diner. "Wait one moment Daniel Kendrick. You think you can burst into here, pack me away along with a rucksack, dragging me back to your place for a weekend of-"

  He interrupted her protestations in the only way he could. He took a deep breath as if to draw the words from her mouth and pressed his mouth to hers throwing her head long into emotional turmoil and bliss simultaneously. It just wasn't fair that he was able to control her in this way.

  She made a half-hearted attempt to break free. "Don't-"

  "But I do." His hands were spread through her hair and he positioned her head so he could kiss her again. This time he didn't use any strength or force, he used an even deadlier weapon on her, he used tenderness. She could fight his strength with aggression of her own, but tenderness? How could she fight back against that?

  He kissed her as though it was the first kiss they had shared. He explored her mouth from one edge to the other while his thumb gently stroked her soft smooth cheek. He kissed her bottom lip allowing his tongue to slide slowly in the gap she opened up for him as she tasted a hint of whiskey in his mouth. He moved to her top lip and she knew he hadn't lied about being drunk as she sought out for herself more of that rich aroma.

  This is hardly fair, she reasoned, I am helpless.

  He moved his head slightly to get a different angle to explore her more. It gave her the opportunity to say. "Daniel, I can't-"

  "Yes, you can." The softly spoken words vibrated against her all too sensitive lips and her emotional and physical torment began all over again. She felt she was in a mass of contradictions. She was clinging to him tightly because she didn't want to let go, and if she tried to push against him with her hands against his chest she just felt his strong muscular frame which made her want to come to him even tighter. She wanted to fall away from him but as she did he grasped her even more tightly making her want to reach out to him. It was as if he had superhuman powers which forced her into submission. And she felt that just as she was able to devise a way of releasing herself all he had to do was flip a switch and she was under his control once again. She couldn't prevent herself from reaching for him.

  And as her arms went around his waist he tightened their embrace and deepened the kiss as he pressed her against the back of the armchair. She felt her hands explore his broad back as his tongue explored hers.

  The theory that anger between them could be stopped was certainly correct.

  His mouth gently caressed the defined length of her jaw as he used his free hand to hold her waist and gripped her tightly using his hips to hold her in position. She felt a warm sensation against her ear as he spoke.

  "You are a genius. This is the best way to stop arguing I have ever come across."

  "Daniel..." His name trailed off into a pleasurable moan as she felt his tongue explore her neck seemingly in time with her rapidly beating pulse. She couldn't have a coherent thought whilst he was doing that to her, and just as she thought she was getting her mind back he ran his fingers across her stomach pushing her blouse out of the way and running his hand on her naked flesh just above the waistband of her jeans. She breathed in sharply as her muscles trembled and she felt a wave of longing, tightening and gathering in her abdomen.

  She felt the storm growing within her as her senses were drowned by inner feelings. The sensation of pleasure was battering against her chest making her feel as if she was gasping for air. Her hand moved up his back and into his hair and she didn't even realise what she was doing.

  "I cannot let you stay here, Emma."

  Those growled whispered words so close to her ear made her heart miss a beat or two, and her ears glowed with the warm air. Did that mean he cared?

  "I couldn't let Leila stay here."

  The cheek of it. Her eyes opened and she scowled angrily, jerking herself upright and pushing against him. He gave her a smouldering look before widening his stance and pressing his hips against her giving him more leverage and force to hold her in position. Her obvious annoyance caused him to say. "You still hate me, I think."

  "You're right. I do!"

  He moved his head towards her face once more, as he lowered and angled his own face getting into position to continue the kiss. Before the lips made contact he gruffly gave out the demand. "Show me how much you hate me."

  Emma clutched a handful of his
hair and couldn't resist him as he kissed her again. Rather than resist she did just as he had asked, in spite of the fact that she hated him even more for it. All of her passion and all of her conflicting emotion she poured into the kiss, as her mouth frantically moved against his. She gently bit on his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth, one moment lifting with her tongue and then sucking on his lip again.

  She wanted him so much and yet she was thinking, damn him, damn him, just at the time she was clamouring for more. She was craving the sensation he gave her but battling with the feelings she had tried to suppress for so many years.

  He released her head from his hands and slid them down to her waist lifting her in one movement to seat her on the back of the armchair. She felt her feet leave the ground and as her weight met the chair she felt it overbalance and begin to tip over. Simultaneously and as if they practised the movement thousands of times, she squeezed her legs around his waist as he grabbed her tightly halting her fall and taking her weight. As she was locked tightly to him he swung her around and parked her on the Formica top behind him. She made no effort to stop him, and she didn't stop him either when his now free hands drop down to her inner legs just above the knee forcing them apart so he could stand even closer. She didn't stop either as she felt the urge to put her ankles together behind the small of his back as she lifted her legs and pressed herself against him. She lost herself as the kissing continued.

  She felt his large hands make their way up her body, past her waist and cupping her breasts. She gave out a low moan and pulled her head back away from him exposing her neck as she struggled to gain breath.

  "I don't need you."

  "I don't need you either."

  She swallowed hard and looked upwards as she felt his hands caressing and discovering the shape of her breasts beneath her bra, his thumbs found her nipples which were sensitive and erect as if pleading to be caressed.

  "You don't want this?"

  "Not at all." She gave out a gasp when he pushed the hardened bulge against the inside of her thighs and she wriggled to push herself against him rubbing the seams of her jeans against his hardness. She turned her head towards him and the tips of their noses met. "And you don't want it either."

  He smiled slowly, a knowing sexual smile straight in her eyes as he gently shook his head.

  "Get that rucksack packed."

  He moved in searching for her mouth once more.

  "I'm not going anywhere."

  "Yes you are." He tried to kiss her again, once more she moved away from him.

  "I'm staying here." He tried to kiss her for the third time. She fought the urge to let him kiss her, but she also had to fight her instinct which was to kiss him.

  Her eyes lowered and her lashes flickered so she could gaze on his mouth. He smiled in that way she found so seductive.

  "Then I shall stay here with you."

  Her eyes shot towards his as if to strike him. She watched his deep brown eyes darken further as he absorbed the reaction in her eyes and moved his hands to caress her breasts. She was being browbeaten into submission and she was letting him. Dammit she was letting him. But with the gentle touch of his hands against her breasts she could offer little defence. Her body was pleading for more as it felt a wave of pleasure, it just wasn't enough and she was aching.

  Never had she wanted a man so much, never had she wanted a man more than she did right now. And yet it was Daniel, the Daniel she had humiliated and walked away from. It was the Daniel she knew so well and whose friendship had meant so much until that time she had dumped him. And she had dumped him because of what had happened to change their friendship that very first time he had kissed her.

  He had said that in a battle between them she could never win. Did that mean that in order to win the war she would have to surrender to him? Had her surrender been inevitable from the beginning?

  He moved his face towards hers as she allowed him to brush his lips against hers. Their eyes were locked together just a few inches apart. He moved his hands from her breasts and his fingers began to undo the buttons on her blouse.

  "I wonder if there's anything else you don't want me to do?"

  Despite hating him, she knew that there was nothing that she didn't like if it was Daniel who was doing it to her. As his lips moved gently across hers she wanted more. As each button was undone and she felt his hands against her flesh she wanted more. And as she wriggled on the counter she was moving her hands to the open parts of his clothing so she could begin to explore him.

  As the last button of her blouse was undone he grabbed her hands and placed them palms down by her side. He kept his hands on hers pinning her down lowering his head to the flesh exposed by her open top. He ran his lips across her shoulders alternately kissing her collarbone and the hollow at its side using his chin to move the edge of the blouse out of the way. She felt the stubble on his chin against her soft skin and his breath as he sought to please her and satisfy himself.

  Her mind was empty of any rational thought. Her body was just responding to what was happening at the physical level. Her head moved backwards as she stretched her neck and arched her back as if inviting him to keep kissing and to move lower. But the taut skin of her neck was an invitation for him to move upwards and as he did so she gave out a low moan, partly of satisfaction and pleasure and partly out of frustration.

  He smiled as he pressed his lips against the skin of her neck.

  "Should I stop now? I think you want me to."

  The last thing Emma wanted was for him to stop, but she knew they were playing a game where words meant the opposite. "Of course I want you to stop, I want you to stop so much."

  "Mmm." The vibration of his lips brought goose bumps and a wave of pleasure along her neck. "It's obvious you want me to stop."

  He moved his lips towards the back of her neck, kissing with soft gentle caressing movements. At the same time he slid her hands further back so that her back arched even more and her breasts lifted closer to his head, and then he kissed her along her shoulders and he flicked the end of his tongue along her collarbone.

  Emma's locked ankles slid higher up his back and she squeezed her thighs so as to hold him tight between her knees. Daniel responded by pressing himself hard against her so the seams of their jeans gyrated together in synchronised movement.

  As she explored the few ways she had free movement she flexed her fingers underneath his. "Yes... I think you should... Definitely... Stop... Soon..."

  He kissed his way downwards from her neck coming to the edge of her bra. As he forced her bra to one side and began exploring her breast with his lips she felt the impact of his touch travel through her nerves all over her body, seemingly focused on the most sensitive spot which began throbbing in response. Then his mouth found its way over her aching nipples and he began to suckle causing an electric charge to travel deep inside of her causing the muscles of her abdomen into convulsions.

  She was dying in his arms slowly, oh so very slowly. She was taking lots of short, gasping breaths as her body attempted to get enough oxygen to satisfy her thundering passion. She was helpless if she wanted to defend herself from his onslaught.

  After lifting his head Daniel studied her face his brown eyes looking darker than they'd ever looked before. "Just how much don't you want me Emma?"

  Her throat felt partially blocked, so in a weakened state she managed to croak. "If you want me to beg, I'm not going to."

  "Are you going to say please?"

  "No!"

  His long fingers wrapped around her wrists, and he lifted her arms placing them around his neck. He put his own arms around her waist and lifted her off the kitchen surface with the grace and strength of a ballet dancer. He kissed her once more with defence destroying passion as he swooped her into his arms and carried her towards the internal door.

  "You will say please." He whispered the words into her cheek as he gently kicked the door to the bedroom open. "I can promise you that."


  He felt his shins make contact with the edge of the bed which was his cue to lower her onto the duvet cover, his own body following. He released her and immediately pulled off his leather jacket throwing it across the room behind him. Emma's hands stopped stroking his neck and moved down to the bottom of his sweater helping him to pull it over his head.

  She felt intoxicated as her eyes took in the sight of him, his tight skin and bulging muscle along with the expanding and contracting chest which made her realise that he was as affected by their intimacy as she was. She pushed her flattened palm against his heart and was delighted to feel a rapid thudding. This is what she could do to him and she wasn't even trying, just how much more she could offer him and give to him she thought.

  Daniel pulled her upwards so he could release and discard the already loosened blouse. And with the quick flick of his fingers he unclipped her bra and slid it away from her shoulders. He lowered her back to the bed and kissed his way from her neck downwards, until once again he had her hardened nipple in his mouth. Emma glanced downwards to the mop of hair and placed her hand on his head giving him guidance and encouragement as he teased her with his tongue.

  Oh my God, what is it that he's doing that makes it feel so much better than it has ever felt before?

  His hands ran down the side of her body and he lifted his body upwards so as to make room for his fingers to undo the button on the waistband of her jeans. He lifted his head and smiled at her before moving his mouth to her other breast. She was mesmerised, immersed in a pleasure of the current moment and trembling with anticipation of what was to come. She was feeling tense and relaxed, aching and yearning for pleasure and yet dizzy with the sensation of the present moment.

  They were making love, it was Daniel and he was making love to her.

  She thought it felt like heaven as he continued worshipping her breasts, freeing the button of her jeans and began sliding her zip down, and without hesitation using his fingers to pull both her jeans and panties down together.

  And it felt so natural to Emma to lift her hips upwards so to make his task of undressing her easier. She had already said yes to Daniel, not with words but they both knew she had said it.