Beauty and the Billionaire (BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB NOVEL)

by Clare, Jessica

  “I’m not going to spank you.” Though his hands itched to touch her ass.

  “You’re no fun.”

  And she was entirely too much fun, he thought to himself. His hands moved to her thigh and he trailed up her leg, then brushed over the fullness of her ass.

  She made a pleased noise. “Mmmm. Keep going.”

  He groaned at the sheer pleasure of being able to touch her. Both hands went to her ass and he cupped it, kneading her soft flesh. His cock ached so fucking much now that it was painful, but he couldn’t seem to stop touching her. Nor could he resist sliding a finger between her cheeks and exploring her. He found the wet heat of her sex . . . and she was soaked.

  The change in her was immediate. Gretchen moaned and pushed back against his fingers, and one slid deep inside her. Oh, God, she was so hot and wet. Her inner muscles clenched around his finger, and he imagined his cock being squeezed by those muscles and—

  With a groan, he came. Hot cum splashed inside his boxers—fuck, he was still in his goddamn boxers—and he withdrew from her to clutch at himself in dismay. He’d tried so hard to keep control and he’d ruined this.

  She made a noise of protest as he pulled away. “Hunter?”

  He rolled off the bed, humiliated. Damn it. He’d fucked this up. The front of his boxers clung to him with the evidence of his shame.

  “Hunter? Where are you? Please don’t leave.” Her voice was soft.

  “I . . . I can’t stay. I . . .” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. I came all over myself like a boy.

  “But your touch feels so good. And I ache so bad.” He heard the blankets rustle. “Won’t you come touch me?”

  “Gretchen,” he said harshly. “I . . . need to clean up.” There. Now he’d admitted it and she would leave him alone.

  “After you clean up, will you come back and finish touching me?”

  Astonishment made him turn, even though it was dark and he couldn’t see her face. Wasn’t she embarrassed by his lack of control? “You still want me to touch you?”

  “Hey, you got yours. I want to get mine.”

  “But that’s not how this works. I wanted to make it good for you.”

  “And I intend on you making it good for me,” she said. “No sense in us stopping now if we’re having fun. And I thought we were having fun.”

  “Some of us were having too much fun,” he said wryly, her good humor restoring his.

  “Oh, my God, did you just make a joke? I should leave you in the dark all the time.”

  “Very funny.”

  “I know. I’m full of sparkling humor. Sparkling humor and soft, soft skin that you need to come over here and touch.”

  He heard the bedsheets rustle again. “I think there’s a stack of towels on the chair by the fireplace. Fix yourself up and come back to me. I’m just going to wait right here.”

  Hunter found the stack of towels and stripped off his boxers, then wiped himself off. He still felt a little foolish, but then Gretchen made a needy little moan and his attention riveted back to her.

  “Are you coming back?” she asked.

  He approached the bed, extending a hand forward once he crossed the room. His hand encountered Gretchen’s upraised flank since she’d changed positions on the bed. Skimming a hand over her, he mentally pictured her new pose—she was now kneeling on the bed, her ass raised in the air, knees spread. Asking—no, begging—for him to touch her.

  Hunter groaned.

  “Touch me, Hunter. Use your fingers on me.”

  He didn’t want to use his fingers—he wanted to use his mouth and taste her sweetness again. He pushed forward, leaning in to skim his lips over her buttock, enjoying her quick, noisy intake of breath. He wanted more of a response from her, wanted her to lose control like he had.

  It had suddenly become his new goal.

  Hunter nipped at her hip, and she gave a squeak of surprise. That was better. He let his lips trail over her skin, moving toward his goal. He felt her body tense with anticipation when he leaned her forward and skimmed his fingers between her legs, searching for that wet heat he’d felt before.

  He knew he’d touched the right spot when he felt that slick clench of muscles in response and felt her entire body jump. Gretchen moaned his name, sounding breathless and wild. He moved his mouth to where his fingers had found her hot core, and he brushed his tongue up against it, tasting her. She tasted wet and tart with need; it was a taste he wanted on his tongue forever.

  A shudder racked through Gretchen, and he brushed his tongue against her skin again, seeking her heat.

  “Oh, God.” She jerked against him. “Right there. Oh, keep going.” She quivered against him as he continued to work her pussy with his tongue, stroking inside her and flicking at her sex. She rocked against him wildly, and his fingers dug into her flesh, his excitement building with hers.

  “More, Hunter,” she breathed. “I need more.”

  He stabbed his tongue into her, pressing forward with every stroke, until she was whimpering against him and little quivers were rocking through her body.

  “My clit, baby,” she instructed him. “Get my clit for me, baby.”

  Her excitement had ignited his cock—already he was rock hard again. He wouldn’t last long, either. With every quiver and moan she made, he felt a shudder of desire rock through him as well. But he wanted to make sure she came before he lost his control again.

  He did as she’d instructed, reaching between her legs and finding the slick folds of her sex from the front. He slid his fingertips between them, searching for her clit. Her sharp cry echoed in the room the moment he made contact, and she writhed against him. The sound she made was incoherent with need.

  And hell, he wanted more of that. So he rubbed her clit between his fingers and worked it even as he continued to tongue her pussy, lapping up her juices.

  She made a throaty cry and then gave a full-body shudder, racked with tremors. New moisture flooded against his mouth, and he groaned in response, his own pleasure rocketing forth.

  He’d made her come so hard. It was the most incredible feeling in the fucking world. He pulled away while she panted, trying to get her breath back, and lightly kissed her buttock. She’d given him a gift tonight.

  And he’d come in his boxers and now on the side of her blankets. Hell. He was just a fucking mess. He pulled away and grabbed another towel.

  Still a goddamn virgin. He couldn’t even wait to be inside her to finish.

  “Mmmm, Hunter?” she called after him a moment later, sounding sated. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

  He’d actually contemplated just that. “I’m not . . . I fucked this up.”

  “Fucked it up how?”

  He was silent.

  “Hunter, if it’s because you’re still a virgin, don’t worry about it. We’ll take our time. I’m kind of enjoying endless amounts of foreplay.” She chuckled to herself. “You didn’t bring a condom with you tonight, did you?”

  “No,” he admitted.

  “Well, then, there’s no sense in hating on yourself, is there? No glove, no love. It’s probably a good thing that we never got further than the heavy petting. Now, come on.” He heard her pat the mattress. “I kind of felt like cuddling, if you’re game.”

  Spend the rest of the evening with his hands on her naked body? She didn’t even have to ask. He finished toweling himself clean again and then reapproached the bed. He tossed the now-messy blanket off the side, hesitated a moment, then took a deep breath and slid under the sheet next to her.

  She immediately moved forward and tucked her arms around him, laying her cheek on his chest again.

  “That was incredible,” she told him in a soft voice. “Thank you.”

  “I should be thanking you,” he said gruffly.

  “Mmm, I don’t kn
ow. You have a very talented mouth.” She yawned. “Don’t sneak away on me again, okay?”

  He ran his fingers through her hair, thinking that this was quite possibly the best place in the universe to be. “I won’t.”

  ***

  When Hunter woke up, he thought it had all been a dream. Exploring and touching Gretchen, making her writhe with desire. The way she’d been so open and sexual with him.

  The tousled hair on the pillow next to him told him that this was reality.

  Hunter reached out and brushed a lock off her face, watching her sleep with a feeling in his chest that was something close to gratitude but more like . . . elation. God, he loved touching her. Being with her. There was no one on earth more wonderful than Gretchen. The fact that this gorgeous woman would let him touch her—hell, wanted to be touched by him—was a miracle.

  He wanted to do something for her. His first instinct was to go and trim every one of his roses and shower her with them. But he gave her roses every day. It wouldn’t be special enough.

  He needed more. He’d have to give this some thought.

  She mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over in the bed, her red hair spreading over her pillow. He longed to touch her again, but she was sleeping so peacefully that he didn’t want to disturb her. He’d get up and work out instead. Maybe when he was done, she’d be awake and they could spend some time together.

  Now he sounded like a ridiculous, lovesick fool. But for some reason, he didn’t mind it.

  They still hadn’t slept together—not really, not officially. He was still a virgin. But Gretchen hadn’t minded. We’ll take our time, she’d told him. There’s no rush.

  He’d woken up with a stiff cock and raging need for her. He suspected that he was going to wake up like that from now on—desperate with the need to bury himself inside her. He wouldn’t, though. Not while she was sleeping and didn’t have the opportunity to tell him no.

  Hunter rolled over in bed. He drew back immediately. “What the fuck—”

  A hideous creature was staring at him, all wrinkly face, large golden eyes, and triangular ears. A skinny, naked tail swished back and forth on the nightstand like a piece of rope flicking in the wind.

  “Mmm?” At his side, Gretchen stirred, and then she chuckled. “I see you met Igor.”

  He stared at the creature. “This is your cat?”

  “It is.”

  “He’s naked.”

  She laughed, and her hand slid over his stomach, caressing his skin. “That makes three of us, then.”

  His cock reared in response to her touch, and Hunter groaned. “Gretchen, don’t—”

  “Don’t touch you? Did someone wake up with morning wood?” Her sense of humor seemed to be alive and well this morning. She lifted the blanket up and peeked underneath, then gave a long, gusty sigh of pleasure. “Mmm, you sure did.”

  “Can you blame me?” God, she was gorgeous. That naked skin, that beautiful hair that was spilling all over her shoulders, the blankets just barely covering her breasts from his view. He wanted to touch her, his hands flexing with the need of it.

  “So it’s my fault?” She shook her head, a coy smile touching her lips. “Guess I should take care of it for you, shouldn’t I?”

  And before he could even utter anything, she disappeared under the blankets.

  Hunter stiffened, surprise locking him into place.

  A warm hand clasped the base of his cock and a hot mouth moved over the head. He felt Gretchen’s tongue swirl over it and he collapsed against the pillows. “Gretchen, I . . . oh, fuck. You’re amazing. So amazing.”

  “I know,” she murmured, her words muffled. And then she took him deep into her mouth and began to suck.

  God, she was the most amazing woman. He groaned again as she began to work his cock, his hands fisting in the blankets. He wanted to reach down and touch her, but he didn’t want to disturb her. Not when she was doing something so incredibly perfect. Her mouth was like heaven on his cock.

  He glanced over at the nightstand, suddenly disturbed that her cat might be watching him get a blowjob, but it was gone. Thank God for that.

  She sucked him harder, and he couldn’t resist a little thrust into her mouth, his hips pushing up. That small movement reminded him that he wasn’t going to last, and he told her that. True to form, Gretchen didn’t move away from him. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, taking him deep in her throat and making little noises of pleasure from under the blanket, as if she loved nothing more than to suck on him.

  That image, combined with the feel of her on his cock and the tickle of her long hair on his skin, sent him over far too quickly. He came with a shout of her name.

  She came up from under the blankets with an impish look on her face. “Just a little something to start the day off right.”

  “The day started off right when I woke up and saw you.”

  Her face softened and she smiled at him, then poked him with a finger. “Keep saying stuff like that and it’s going to be very hard to get rid of me.”

  That was fine with him. He had no intention of ever letting her go.

  ***

  Gretchen’s pleasant, relaxed mood disappeared the moment she went into the library to work. She’d left her phone on the secretary last night and saw that she’d received several voice messages since she’d last checked it.

  The first one was from her agent asking if she had finished the Astronaut Bill manuscript. The publisher was waiting on it and getting very upset. If she didn’t turn it in within the next week, the book would have to be pushed and the publication schedule—including her payments—would be juggled. Kat needed Gretchen to call back ASAP.

  She deleted it.

  The next message was from her apartment manager. Rent was due two days ago and they hadn’t received her check. Had she forgotten?

  She hadn’t. She just didn’t have the money yet. She’d signed the contract for this project, but the check still had not come in. Frustrating, but nothing she could do about it except call her landlord and explain that she could mail them a check, but they couldn’t cash it until she was paid. They wouldn’t be keen on it, but they knew she was a writer and that payments were few and far between. She’d had to make arrangements like that before.

  The third message was from Cooper. Gretchen listened to it with a growing feeling of dread. The message was friendly and pleasant. Cooper wanted to know how her project was going and that he was looking forward to seeing her again, and did she possibly want to get together this weekend just to hang out and catch up?

  She deleted that message, too, and barely resisted burying her face in her hands. The situation with Cooper was a sticky one. He was a friend—a good friend—and had been since college. Unfortunately, he was more like the wimpy little brother she never had, rather than the strong, silent, almost lonely type that she seemed to fall for.

  Gretchen put her phone down and thought dreamily about Hunter. Last night had been . . . delicious. The endless foreplay was fun, but she had a craving ache deep within that told her that she wanted more. Time to tell Hunter to buy some condoms. She wondered how he’d like that. Her virgin billionaire didn’t seem to like to go out in public and she suspected the scars were the reason why. He’d probably just delegate the task to Eldon.

  And Eldon would disapprove. He disapproved of everything.

  The phone rang as she held it, and Gretchen picked up the call automatically. “Hello?”

  “Gretchen, honey, tell me you’re hitting send on that Astronaut Bill manuscript as we speak?”

  She winced. “Hey, Kat. And um, it’s not done. I still need another week or two.”

  “Gretch! You told me you’d have it done in a week . . . two weeks ago.”

  “I know. This other project has been a little more . . . time consuming than I thought it would be.” The
re was that, and the fact that she spent every spare moment trying to seduce the owner of the house she was staying in. But Hunter was just so deliciously bleak and fascinating. She couldn’t stay away from him. Was he in his greenhouse even now, selecting a rose while thinking of her? Why did that make her panties instantly wet just to think about?

  “Well, can’t you put the project aside for a few days and finish this other one? Just have Bill shag Uranus in her anus and send it off.”

  “Uranea and the publisher would freak out if I threw in butt sex.”

  “Whatever, and the publisher’s freaking out right now because you’re grossly overdue. Gretchen, they’re going to fire you if you don’t get this book in. I’m your agent. I’m supposed to tell you when you’re doing bad career moves, right? This is a bad one. Very bad. Can you just sit down and hammer out a few chapters for me? Please?” Kat’s voice turned wheedling. “So I don’t have to make an ugly phone call about how my favorite client didn’t hit her deadline again?”

  Gretchen pulled her laptop open and sighed. “I’m pulling up the document as we speak, Kat. I promise.”

  “Good. Think you can send it to me by tomorrow?”

  “Ummm.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes. Don’t tell me otherwise.”

  “Okay.”

  “Since I have you on the phone, I did have a chat with Preston.” Kat paused for dramatic effect.

  Gretchen racked her brain for a moment. “Preston Stewart’s the editor for the new publisher, right? What was the name again?”

  “That’s him. Bellefleur Publishing.”

  “Uh-huh. Did they ask for me because the Astronaut Bill stuff is pulp and I’m used to writing in some sex?”

  “Huh? What does that have to do with anything?”

  “The letters. Does he know these are dirty letters?”

  Kat spluttered. “Say what?”

  “I’m serious! The trunk is full of letters between a gal named Lula and her boyfriend, Ben. It took years for them to be together, and so apparently they spent all that time in-between visits sending dirty recaps to each other. Want me to read you a page?”