Just like Grey (Series ONE Complete Set): Billionaire Romance

by Jessie Cooke

  “Why do it for him? Because of the money?”

  “Yeah…well, not completely, but who can turn down two million dollars? Your father told me he was dying and spending a week with me would make the end of his life better. He was a handsome man and kind and polite and respectful…unlike his son, by the way.” I started to protest that and she stopped me with a wave of her hand. “I did it for the money, but I also did it for your dad. It was supposed to just be a one week long sex fest…and then I walk away with the money and forget about all of it…you know how that turned out. We need to get some ice on that nose.”

  She’s killing me the way she goes back and forth from passionately lecturing me to mothering me after punching me in the face. This woman is an enigma and in spite of the pain she just inflicted on me, Little Rye was hoping there was still hope for us. “I really can’t go back in there like this. Once those bikers smell blood they’re like sharks. They’ll want details and I’ll be damned if I’m going to tell them you hit me.”

  She laughed. It was the first time I’d heard her laugh. She was always so miserable around me. It was a beautiful sound and I wanted to hear it again. “I’ll go in and ask for some ice, you big baby.”

  Before I could say anything else she was gone. I looked around the corner and watched her disappear inside the bar. Damn! She’s so fine. I have to figure out a way to get her home. She came back out about ten minutes later with a plastic baggie filled with ice. She twisted it closed and handed it to me. I pressed it into my face and after a bit she said, “Do you need a ride home?”

  Fuck yes! “Um…” I said, squinting. “I can probably make it…”

  “Come on,” she said, taking me by the arm and leading me towards the parking lot. Little Rye was going crazy in his confined space. Soon buddy, really soon.

  She led me to a Cadillac Escalade and then looked around the lot and said, “What did you drive here?”

  “My bike.”

  “You’re okay with leaving it?”

  “Did you see those guys in there? Unless someone drops a bomb on this spot, I think it’s safe.”

  My apartment building was only three blocks from the Roadhouse. Once I gave her directions we drove in silence until she pulled up in front of the building. “Has the bleeding stopped?”

  I pulled the t-shirt away from my face and she flinched. “What? Did you mess up my pretty face?”

  She laughed. “Nah, I think that scar is going to add some character to it.”

  I grabbed the rearview mirror with my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. “Where?”

  She was cracking up now. “Sorry pretty boy, I couldn’t resist.”

  I narrowed my eyes at her, but damn she’s pretty when she smiles like that. “Come up and have a drink with me,” I blurted out.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Why? I promise I’ll be good. It’s early and you kind of jacked up my night out…”

  She laughed again. “I think you jacked up mine.”

  “Well then, come up and I’ll make it up to you. No touching…no snide remarks…promise.”

  “One drink?” I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a comment so I just said,

  “Yeah.”

  My apartment is on the fifteenth floor. It’s no penthouse, but the view of Manhattan is gorgeous. I showed her where the bar is and then went to shower off the blood. When I came back I found her drinking a bottle of water and looking out at the city. The reflection of the city lights on her face gave her kind of an ethereal look and I was so tempted to touch her that I had to ball my fists up at my sides to stop myself.

  “Nice view, huh?”

  “It’s beautiful,” she said.

  “Where do you live?”

  Her features grew dark again as she said, “Chelsea.”

  “So why come all the way out to the village for a drink?”

  She shrugged. “I wanted to be somewhere that I didn’t have to dress up and put on airs for a change…we don’t really have anything like that in Chelsea. Your father told me about Roadhouse. He said it was where…”

  “Where he met my mom.”

  “Yeah,” I was sitting on the couch. She sat down next to me…with a respectable space between us of course. “He loved her a lot. I could see it in his face when he talked about her.”

  “He talked to you about her?” I realized as soon as I said it that it sounded bad…again. “I didn’t mean that to sound so incredulous. Dad just didn’t talk about Mom a lot. He did love her…so much. When she died his “adventures” got a little bit crazier all the time. For a while I thought he was suicidal. Then when he got the diagnosis it was almost like he was relieved. He thought he might get to see her again…or at least that he didn’t have to wake up every day without her any longer.”

  “That’s so romantic,” she said with tears filling her eyes. Damn this girl could cry. “It’s all any woman ever wants you know.”

  “What’s that?”

  She rolled her eyes like I was dense. “To be loved like that.”

  “Do you think your husband loves you like that?”

  “I don’t know for certain if he loves me anymore at all. Sometimes…most of the time, he’s just so distant, like a stranger.”

  “Do you think he’s cheating on you?”

  “What?” she looked at me like I had two heads. “Of course he’s not cheating.”

  “Oh…sorry. It’s just that when someone has been married for a while and they start changing a lot or shutting down…it usually means they’re cheating.”

  “He’s not cheating. We’re going through a rough patch is all. I trust him…and besides, my best friend travels with him almost every time….”

  I’m not positive, but from the look on her face, I think she may have just jumped to a conclusion. I let that hang there and said, “You don’t want a drink?”

  “No…excuse me just a second, will you?”

  “Sure.” I watched as she took her phone out and stepped back over by the windows. She pressed in a number and waited. Then she pressed in another number and waited again. Finally someone seemed to answer the last one she pressed in.

  “Steve? It’s Olivia,” I heard her say. “I’m fine, thank you. I was just looking for Carrie again. She’s not returning my calls. Oh, I thought she was coming back into town tonight. Oh…she did? Okay, um…no, don’t worry about telling her I called. I’ll talk to her when she gets home. Thanks Steve.” She stood there looking at her phone for a long time before finally looking up at me and saying, “I’ll take that drink now.”

  12

  Olivia

  Coming out tonight was a huge mistake. I should have done what I’ve done every other night since my life fell apart…stay in bed and read until I passed out. Instead, I punched a man in the face and now I’m standing in his apartment, thinking about how incredibly hot he is…and wondering if my husband is having an affair. Ryan fixed me a drink and brought it over to me by the window. He smelled like some kind of masculine spice and just something about his presence made my emotions run wild. One second I was angry at and disgusted with him and the next I wanted to jump on top of him and ride him all night long. I knew that meant this was a dangerous place to be. I’m still married…..

  “Let’s talk about something other than money and relationships,” I said, suddenly. “Tell me what you do for a living.” Not that it looked like he would need to do anything from now on except sit back and collect the paychecks. I looked Harold Golden up in Forbes. His net worth was right around nine billion dollars when he passed away. There was an entire page full of businesses he owned. He must have made some amazing investments.

  “I’m a sound engineer,” he said, “Or more technically an audio engineer.”

  “What do you do?”

  “You know all the music and noise you hear in the background when you listen to a recorded song?”

  “Yes?”

  “Well the simple definition of my job i
s that I put that in. I move things around. I mix things up…basically everything you hear that is not strictly the artist’s voice, is me.”

  “Wow, very cool. You must really have an ear for music.”

  “I love music. It’s the one stable thing in my life.”

  “What about your dad? It seemed like the two of you had a good relationship.”

  “It was good…it just wasn’t traditional after my mother died…and most definitely not stable. He changed it up on me a lot.”

  “So what now?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re in charge of his business and his money. Are you still going to work at your job?”

  He drained the glass he was holding and sat it down before saying, “Wearing a suit and tie every day would kill me. This is who I am,” he said, with an arm gesture. I’m sure most red-blooded American women appreciated that was who he is. So hot. “I love my job. I’m not positive what I’m going to do, but I’m working with the attorneys and executives and hopefully I can just put people in place that we can trust to run the companies…and I can go on with my life.”

  “Is your girlfriend in the music business too?”

  “Samantha is a country singer. She’s a new singer and we’ve been working with her a lot lately cutting a demo. She’s really talented and she’s really sweet…but she’s really not the girl for me.”

  “Why?”

  He grinned. I had to catch my breath. “I’m not sweet…”

  I had to smile. “You don’t say…?”

  He took a step towards me and I thought about taking one back…but I didn’t move. He reached up and touched my hair, tucking a piece of it out of my face and behind my ear. I still didn’t flinch although tiny little fingers of electricity were sparking throughout my body. His green eyes were locked into mine and his full lips were only inches away from my mouth. My head was screaming at me to run…my body was saying the exact opposite.

  “I’m not as big of an asshole as I’ve led you to believe,” he said. “You kind of caught me in a bad place…”

  I couldn’t help it that cracked me up. “I think you’re the one that caught me…in a very bad place.” He grinned and stepped in even closer. He was totally in my space and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe.

  “I did,” he said in a husky whisper, “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since.”

  God, I’m so easy. No wonder people think I’m a prostitute. I let him close the space between our lips and the second his touched mine, I responded. The touch of his mouth was so soft and he tasted like whiskey. His kiss was tentative at first…like he was waiting for me to push him away, or punch him. I should have…but I physically couldn’t. I opened my lips and grasped his muscular forearms. He moved his body in closer and deepened the kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and stroked at the curves of my lips. He probed until I offered him my own tongue and they engaged in a dance like nothing I’d ever known existed. No one had ever kissed me like that…not even Michael.

  “Olivia…” his voice was a husky whisper and the sound of my name on those sexy lips only stoked the fire burning at my core. I felt his hand come up to cup one of my breasts and I whimpered and leaned into him, letting my body meld into his. I could feel the steel edges of his erection against my stomach and God help me I knew that I had to have him inside of me tonight. He drew his face back slightly and looked down at his hand and back up at my face. Then he grinned before dipping his head down and kissing my neck. He sucked the skin into his mouth and caused my body to shiver all over, making his way down to my collarbone which he traced with his tongue. We were standing next to the big glass wall and I was slightly shocked when he took me by the hips and pressed my body back against it. Before I could react, his hands were exploring my body and he reached down and took the backs of my thighs in his hands and pulled my legs up. I was too far gone to fight these feelings. I wrapped them around his waist and crossed my ankles behind his back. I could feel his erection pressing hard against my jean-clad pussy and I could feel the moisture seeping through my panties as my clit swelled and stretched towards him.

  With one hand holding onto me, he used the other to pull at my jacket. I helped him as much as I could and we finally shed me of that and my blouse. I was pressing against him now in only a thin bra and my nipples were hard enough to cut the thick glass behind us. He grinned at me again and started moving his hips. He was dry fucking me through our clothes. I gripped onto him as tightly as I could and let my body become liquid as he thrusted up and down, a little harder each time until I felt myself close to orgasm. My breaths were coming in uneven gasps and the feel of his stubble on the side of my face and the sounds of his grunts as he drove his hips into mine just pushed me over the top. I cried out…partly in disbelief that this man had just given me an orgasm without even touching my naked flesh. My hands were digging into his muscular biceps and as I came I clamped down harder and shuddered into him. He held me there, pressed up against the glass for several seconds until my breathing was almost normal again. Then he claimed my mouth and this time there was nothing tentative about it. He kissed me like he owned me and I felt myself being turned around and carried down the hallway. There was no part of me at that moment that wanted to protest.

  He carried me to his bedroom and sat me down on the big bed. As he released me, he unhooked the clasp on my bra and let my breasts fall free. “Fuck…you’re so gorgeous.” I shivered. It was like I could feel his soulful green eyes touching me as he let them slowly take me in. He finally reached down and took hold of his own t-shirt and pulled it over his head. When his hands went to the top of his jeans, mine did the same. I stripped mine off as I watched him drop his. The light that came in through the big window cast shadows across the taut contours of his body and made his colorful tattoos look like they were dancing. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man and I’ve never wanted another man more than I wanted my husband and my marriage…until now.

  He reached down and kissed me as he slid my wet panties off. Once he had them tossed to the side, he pushed his boxers down and I saw that his hard cock was as big and beautiful as the rest of him. He leaned forward and crawled up on the bed, pushing me backwards as he went. As we scoot to the middle, he captured my lips again in another hot kiss that lasted until I thought I would die from lack of oxygen. When he pulled out of it, he didn’t move his face. He left his lips in front of mine…almost touching. I could feel his hot breath on my face as his tongue snaked out and began caressing my lips. I shuddered again and moaned and then I sucked his tongue into my mouth. He responded again by plundering my mouth with his and giving me another kiss that I felt all the way to my toes. I think I finally pulled back that time with a burn in my lungs as we both panted and gasped and stared at each other until he started kissing my face. He kissed my cheeks and my lips and all around my mouth. It was so erotic…like he was tasting me and getting to know me in a primal sense.

  My head was spinning and desire coursed through my veins like nothing I’d ever experienced. He was so fucking passionate and my body was in frenzy, ready for anything and everything he was willing to give me. I brought my hands up and placed them on his back when his big hand settled over the top of one of my breasts and pressed down against the hard nipple. He closed his hand around it and used his thumb and forefinger to twist and tweak my nipple. I dug my fingers into his back as bursts of electricity once again radiated throughout my body, arching my back up off the bed to press into him harder. My neck was exposed and I heard him let out a little growl before feeling his lips back against it. He played with my nipples while he licked and sucked and nibbled his way across my neck. I felt his lips stop moving when he got to the pulsing jugular in my neck. He rested there for a few seconds and I felt my pulse beating against his lips. My body was on fire and my desire was out of control. Every touch of his hands or his lips touched every raw nerve in my body…I was completely exposed and it was the
most fucking erotic experience of my life.

  13

  Ryan

  Olivia’s body was so responsive to my touch. The little sounds she made and the way she shivered as I kissed her were driving me crazy. Her nipples were hard as rocks as I rolled them between my fingers and I had to taste them. I lowered my head and as I sucked one of them into my mouth I felt her arch her back up further and wrap her fingers up in my hair. I began to suck and bite on it…she had gorgeous breasts…real flesh that could drive a man insane. I let my hand slide down across her flat belly and found her clit. It was hard and swollen and when I touched it her body jerked and she cried out. I let my fingers caress it for a while as I switched breasts and made love to the other one. Then I slid them down across her soaking wet lips and let them find their way up inside of her. I heard her breath catch in her throat as I pushed up inside of her and with a strangled cry she said,

  “Oh Ryan! Fuck! Oh God!”

  I continued to suck on her nipples, using the sides of my teeth to stimulate her even more, tugging and scraping as my fingers slid slowly in and out of her wet pussy. I brought my thumb up and let it massage her clit as I fingered her and her hips stretched up further off the bed in a silent plea for more. She was mumbling incoherent things and moaning loudly. I took that as a sign she was enjoying herself as much as I was.

  I began thrusting my fingers faster in and out, enjoying the way her body was bucking up against my hand. Her breathing was erratic and she was pulling at my hair so hard that her fingers were digging into my scalp. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers and I pressed my thumb hard into her clit. That was what put her over the edge this time and her whole body bucked up and jerked off the bed as she froze there in an all-consuming, earth-shattering orgasm.