The Billionaire's Revenge: Billionaire Brothers Billionaire Bachelors (Tycoon Billionaires Book 3)

by Farrell, Julie

  And after the day she’d had… landing her dream job and realising she hated it. She felt as if her dreams had all come crashing down around her ears. And Joseph was offering her a night of comfort. Just one night.

  She walked into his hallway and suddenly felt nervous. This apartment was amazing. It was open-plan, meaning that the front door led into the living room – which was surrounded by doors leading off to various other rooms; presumably the bedrooms, bathroom, and kitchen.

  It was surprisingly clean for a young man living alone, and the cream shelving units, beige carpets, and angular furniture gave it a corporate feel. But Joseph had made his mark on it: above one of the huge couches was a tatty black-and-white poster of the Ramones, which had presumably once adorned his adolescent bedroom. There was a signed photo of Jimi Hendrix hanging pride of place above the expensive sound system, and a priceless Stratocaster guitar leaning against the wall. The coffee table was strewn with music magazines, as well as an empty Jack Daniels bottle and several notebooks, which Joseph probably used to jot down lyrics as they came to him. Somehow he’d managed to make this plush expensive pad seem like a student dorm, which Eleanor thought was charming and cool.

  He closed the front door behind her and stepped over to massage her shoulders, which made her automatically tense up.

  “Joseph, I–”

  “Relax,” he said, dropping his mouth to her ear. “Just enjoy it. Why don’t you take a seat? You want some coffee?”

  She composed her thrashing heart. “Tea?”

  “Sure.” He stepped in front of her and cupped her chin in a strong hand. “Anything else? You’re still wet, huh?”

  Eleanor swallowed the lust in the throat. “Er…?”

  He laughed. “No, I mean from the rain. I’ll get you a towel.”

  “Oh… thanks.”

  He put on some music, then disappeared into the kitchen, so she sat down on one of the squashy couches and tried to relax. It was impossible because she knew what she was here for, so she pulled out her phone and sent Matthew a message saying she was staying with her friend Elizabeth tonight. She then sent Elizabeth a message asking her to cover for her if Matthew made contact. Elizabeth was the friend she always went to whenever she and Matthew argued – she hated Matthew and his cheating arrogance, so Eleanor knew she’d gladly cover for her – especially if it meant they might soon break up.

  Joseph ambled back carrying two mugs and a soft white towel.

  “Thanks,” she said, taking the towel. She ran it through her hair as he settled himself on the couch opposite. The huge glass coffee table between them created a vast cavern, which crackled with sexual energy. Eleanor was surprised he hadn’t pounced on her yet. But it seemed that now he’d lured her to his lair, he was happy to take his time over the seduction.

  He sipped his coffee and threw her a sizzling grin, making her feel as if he was caressing her body all the way from over there. Oh my god! She was alone with Joseph Quinlan and he wanted to make her come hard!

  “Better?” he asked.

  “Yeah… So, um... Here we are.”

  “We sure are.”

  She sipped her tea. “So, I was wondering, was that really your sister and cousin on the front page this morning?”

  “Yep. My sister came in from out of town. She’s a marine biologist and spends her time studying pond-life. She’d probably be interested in meeting Matthew.”

  Eleanor laughed. Joseph was charming and handsome, and she wanted to go over and lie in his arms – to find out what that sculpted body tasted like… To find out whether his reputation as a lover was true…

  He slung his arm over the back of the couch and grinned. He was so fit. She could see his toned arms under his T-shirt, and she wanted to squeeze his muscles like a goofy horny teenage girl.

  He smiled sincerely. “I love our daily banter, Ellie – it’s the highlight of my day.”

  “Really! I mean, oh… good.”

  “But I’ve gotta know, why are you so uptight?”

  She suppressed the grin that tried to burst out onto her lips. “What! I’m not. You just don’t know how to be serious.”

  He shrugged. “You only live once.”

  “I bet you don’t know the meaning of the word commitment. Everything’s a joke to you.”

  “Nah, I know how to be serious. Especially now I feel like a prisoner in my own life.”

  Compassion replaced her lust. “Oh… Well, if it’s any consolation, I feel like a prisoner in my life, too.”

  His handsome brow furrowed. “You do?”

  Eleanor didn’t know why she felt compelled to open up to him, but he seemed genuinely interested. “You asked why I’m so uptight?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, I don’t want to blame my parents exactly, but they’ve always had very high expectations of me. I went to all the best schools – I had a great education and they wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor. And I thought I would. But then one day when I was twelve I saw this homeless guy uptown. We didn’t go to the city often, so it was all a bit overwhelming. But this guy… I looked into his eyes and I saw…” She shook her head and looked away.

  “Saw what?”

  “Well, I saw that he was just a guy. Just like me.”

  Joseph chuckled. “You’re a guy? I had no idea. Is it too late to change my mind about this?”

  She laughed. “No… I mean… it was when I realised life was unfair. That’s all.”

  “So you decided to become a journalist?”

  “I wanted to help. I guess things don’t always work out how you hope, huh?”

  He held her eye contact, remaining serious. “We have a lot in common, you know.”

  “Do we?”

  He smirked. “Well… not really. But they say opposites attract.” He leaned forward and grinned. “Maybe you and I can rub off on each other.”

  She laughed wearily. “Everything’s a joke for Joseph Quinlan, isn’t it?”

  “Nah, sometimes I can be serious.”

  “Like when?”

  He sipped his coffee and raised a playful eyebrow. “Is this part of my official interview?”

  She put down her tea and held up an imaginary pen and notepad. Laughing, she said, “Sure. I’ll ask you some questions.”

  “Alright, what do you want to know?”

  “What I really want to know is… it’s been something I’ve been wondering for some time now… since I met you.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  She gazed into his gorgeous eyes. “Is there anyone special in your life at the moment? Romantically speaking?”

  Joseph smirked and leaned back in his seat. “Why, yes there is actually.”

  Disappointment flashed through Eleanor’s body. She tried not to show it on her face. “Really?”

  “Yep.”

  Eleanor hardened her heart and prepared herself to make her excuses. She couldn’t do this one-night-stand thing with Joseph after all, because – she now realised – she liked him too much. “And who is she?” Eleanor asked, unable to resist finding out who the lucky lady was.

  “Well… is this going to end up on the front pages of your newspaper tomorrow morning?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Good, because I don’t want this special woman to get dragged into any bullshit. I really care about her.”

  “You do? Who is she?”

  He inspected her for a moment. “Actually, it’s a tragic tale. She’s engaged to another guy – a total asshole. I see her every day and we always take the time to exchange insults. And I can’t seem to erode her steely exterior no matter how hard I try. I’m determined, though. Because she’s the most beautiful – most captivating – woman I’ve ever met and I can’t stop thinking about her.”

  Eleanor’s heart pounded hard. She smiled mischievously. “I was under the impression you could woo your way into the bed of any woman you wanted.”

  “Not this one. She thinks I’m a jerk – she said so h
erself. But she doesn’t know me. Not really.”

  Eleanor stood up and strolled over to join him on his couch. “I’m sure she’d like to get to know the real you.”

  He held her hand and gazed into her eyes. “The real me. Does anyone know him? I get tired of it, you know. Women treating me like a piece of meat. They just care about my body. I mean, is it really that amazing?”

  He pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the carpet, then he reclined in the couch and posed for her as he had done for so many photographers in recent months. He smirked, knowing very well what the answer was: yes it was the most amazing body she’d ever seen.

  She looked away. “Well, if you don’t want to be treated like a piece of meat…”

  He reached out and guided her face to look into his eyes. “Let me take care of you, Ellie. That’s all I want. To show you how good it can be.”

  She breathed heavily, trying to stay in control. He moved his face towards hers and closed his eyes, bringing his gorgeous lips nearer to hers. She thought about Matthew; she thought about how having sex with Joseph wasn’t going to help anything. In fact, it would probably just cause more problems. But he was irresistible. He took her hand and squeezed her fingers tenderly, and suddenly she couldn’t stop herself from kissing him hard. He came alive and wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her with such passion that Eleanor feared she might melt into a pool of lust. Her heart pounded hard and her thighs pounded harder as he kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe, making her gasp with desire.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be taken completely by pleasure. By me.”

  Eleanor’s body shuddered with lust. She opened her mouth to reply, but Joseph kissed her on the lips and unbuttoned her shirt, which he pulled open forcefully. He unhooked her bra, pulling off both shirt and bra with a flourish and throwing them to the floor.

  He inspected her bare breasts. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous. So fucking hot.”

  Eleanor was proud of her body so she arched her back and thrust out her chest, giving him a good look. He reached up and gently ran his thumb over one of her breasts, making it tingle with delight. Then he lowered his head and swirled his tongue around her rock-hard nipple, sucking and teasing, and making her feel like she might climax from this alone.

  He sat up and gazed into her eyes. “Stand up. Take off your skirt.”

  Her lust caught in her throat at his dominating demands. She stood and unzipped her skirt at the back, enjoying the feel of his lustful gaze caressing her. Then she pushed her skirt down and kicked it away, revealing her silky panties and elastic-topped stockings. She was still wearing her heels, and she suddenly felt more desirable than she had in her entire life.

  He held out his hand. “Come here.”

  She took his hand and sat side-saddle on his knee, feeling naughty about being topless and wearing nothing but her panties and stockings. She draped her arm around his strong toned shoulders, relishing the smooth warmth of his skin. His chest and abs – this close up – were spectacular. He lowered his face and sucked her tits, while guiding her hand towards the huge bulge in his leather trousers. With shaking hands she unzipped him and delved her hand inside. He was still sucking her tits, which was making her body tremble with desire, but she focused on folding her fingers around his long hard erection. Lust fizzed over her body as he wrapped his fingers around hers and they started to move their hands together up and down his shaft.

  He groaned, sending delightful vibrations from his lips to her nipple. “I need to fuck you – to feel my cock inside you. I’ve been thinking about thrusting deep into your tight little body for months.”

  Eleanor’s breathing quickened at his dirty talk. He reached out and ran his long fingers up her stocking-clad thigh, then he circled his fingertip around the gusset of her silky panties. He was still sucking her nipple, causing sparks of passion to crackle up and down her body. She rocked her hips as he continued to tease her panties, desperate for him to fill her up.

  “Want me inside you, huh? Tell me.”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I do.”

  Joseph moved away from her breasts and nuzzled his face into her neck, biting her like a wild animal as he slid two fingers into her panties, delving them into her wet pussy.

  He started to move his fingers deep inside her and she thrust her hips back and forth, desperate to rub herself on his strong hand. Her mind began to meld with her surroundings and her pussy contracted. He gently withdrew his fingers. “Not yet.”

  She opened her eyes and groaned in frustration. “Ohhh… don’t stop…”

  “I want us to come together,” he said, smirking.

  She grinned. She realised that she was still holding his cock and it was seeping pre-cum like crazy. She was tempted to bend down and lick it off for him – to tease him as much as he’d just teased her – but he’d already grabbed a condom from his back pocket.

  He handed it to her. “If you want it, come and get it.”

  Eleanor laughed. She tore the condom from its packet and rolled it down over his huge erection.

  “Come ride me,” he said.

  She stood up to face him. He reached out and grabbed her butt-cheeks in his strong hands, pulling her close, and kissing her stomach and the hem of her panties – which he rolled down with skilled hands. He leaned forward and delicately licked her clit until her knees buckled with delight, then he suddenly sat back and grinned, enjoying almost sending her over the edge. He was such a fucking tease. She kicked off her shoes, and waited for him to lean against the couch armrest, before climbing on-board. His legs were straight out in front of him, so she knelt with her knees either side of his hips, hovering over his hard cock, which he held upright for her.

  They shared eye contact and grinned. She gazed down at his amazing body as she lowered herself over his huge erection. She gasped at the size of him – feeling herself stretch. She was wet, but he was big.

  He grabbed her hips. “Take it slow. I’m loving the feel your tight little pussy stretching over me.”

  She grinned as the painful delight of him filling her throbbed. As she continued to ease herself over him, he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips, then more passionately. He reached up and caressed her breasts, shooting more pleasure into her body as her pussy filled up with him completely.

  “I’m going to possess you,” he whispered.

  He grabbed her hips and started to move them slowly at first, skimming his cock over the sweet pleasure zone inside her and rubbing her clit on his pelvis. She realised he wasn’t expecting her to do anything other than go along for the ride – he was totally in control even though she was on top. His strong hands were doing all the work – and apparently his goal was to make her climax. He rocked her hips back and forth with his masterful hands, getting them both into the perfect rhythm – pushing and pulling, harder and faster. The pleasure swirled up a notch, increasing in intensity, so Eleanor let her head drop back, realising she was on the cusp of coming.

  She grinned. “Yes, Joseph!”

  He slapped her hip hard, and the euphoria suddenly swept over her body as her mind dissolved into pure pleasure. She lost control and groaned in ecstasy – flying high on wave after wave of liberated bliss. Joseph tensed as he came deep inside her, which pushed another wave of joy throughout her body. She gasped with delight as more pleasure seized her tightly, and she laughed out loud, wondering whether this orgasm might go on forever. But slowly it decreased in intensity and she began to drift back to reality. Back to the room. She opened her eyes and saw Joseph gazing at her.

  He smiled affectionately, with eyes full of post-orgasmic lust. His sculpted chest rose and fell sensually, from where he was still slightly out of breath. “You’re mine now. Okay? It’s official.”

  She chuckled and shook her head. She crumpled into his waiting arms, and snuggled into his gorgeous chest. She knew this was just a one-night stand. T
his man was a rock-god – desired by women everywhere. And – unfortunately – outside of this room lay her real life. All that stuff he’d said about her being special to him – she knew that was most likely bullshit; it was just part of his game.

  He kissed her on the head. “You’re incredible, Ellie. So fucking beautiful. It made me proud to see you lose it like that.”

  She sat up and smiled sadly. “It’s true what they say about you, you know. You’re very good at that.”

  He laughed, then reached up and caressed her cheek. “So long as you enjoyed it. That was my aim.”

  He kissed her and pulled her into his arms. Eleanor was confused – he was showing a lot of affection for a one-night stand.

  She rested her cheek on his warm smooth shoulder. “I should probably get going.”

  His arms tightened around her. “No. You haven’t had a good fuck for a long time. Let me give you something to really remember me by. What do you say?”

  She laughed. “How can I refuse an offer like that? Okay… I say, yes, yes, yes!”

  Chapter Eight

  Joseph woke up the next morning with a jolt of happiness – feeling at home in this characterless apartment for the first time. It was a nice enough place: bright and stylish, with lovely big windows that let in the weak winter sunshine and brand new furniture that reminded him of how much he was now worth. And this king-sized bed was incredibly comfortable, but usually he couldn’t wait to clamber out of it, to get to work and see Eleanor. But today… when he opened his eyes, she’d be here. Excitement flashed through him. He could feel her warm naked body pressed up against his chest, breathing gently; sleeping soundly after all their amazing sex last night. He pulled her closer and grinned with contentment.