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

by Farrell, Julie

  “Why?”

  Joseph stood up and halted in front of her. She half-hoped he might kiss her, but instead he said, “I think my phone’s been tapped.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah. Your new boss – Gerald Stinger.” Joseph grabbed the newspaper and showed her the gossip column.

  She skim-read it. “So? There’s nothing too bad in there – apart from his crimes against grammar. But I hardly think playing poker and having a crush on a woman is much to worry about.”

  “No, it’s not the content – it’s how he discovered it. I left a message for my brother last night saying those exact things. And as for the woman…” He smirked. “You know that’s you, right?”

  Eleanor’s heart thumped with passionate terror. Joseph had been talking to his brother about her? Oh god! She forced herself to harden against him. “You didn’t mention my name, did you?”

  “No. Aren’t you surprised that your boss has been accessing my voicemails?”

  “Well… not really. He’s pretty ruthless.”

  “But it’s an invasion of my privacy.”

  “Have you told the cops?”

  Joseph threw her a doubtful look. “I’m sure the NYPD have got better things to do than worry about my phone being tapped. I’ll just change my number.”

  “Do you want me to find out more about this?”

  “Do you think he’d tell you? You’re his intern, right?”

  “Yeah, but maybe I can subtly investigate.” She chuckled cynically. “Wouldn’t it be funny if my dream to be an investigative journalist ended up with me investigating my new employers!”

  Joseph grinned. “That would be ironic….” He gazed at her and smiled. “It’s great to see you. So you’ve come back for round two, huh?”

  She stopped herself from smirking. “Actually, Matthew sent me here.”

  “Matthew? Why?”

  “He asked me over dinner how my interview with you was going. I told him I hadn’t started, and he told me to jump to it. I guessed you’d be here.”

  He squeezed her shoulder, sending molten heat deep between her thighs. “Well,” he said, “your opening question could be ‘Joseph, will you bend me over the mixing desk and give me the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had?’”

  Arousal whooshed through her body. “Joseph, I meant what I said about us not getting involved.”

  He caressed her face. She tensed up but didn’t try to stop him. Her breathing sped up and her body washed with lust. She willed herself to calm down, but his touch turned her into a trembling pool of passion.

  He kissed her on the lips, making her heart thrash with desire. “Didn’t you think it was the best sex you’ve ever had?”

  A smile crept over her face. “Yes it was… But I can’t do this with you. We have different priorities. I can’t be a groupie. I want to concentrate on my career.”

  He pulled her close, wrapping her up in his strong sculpted arms. “Ellie, I don’t want you to be a groupie. I want to get to know you properly – to date you. You captivate me.”

  Eleanor opened her mouth to offer more excuses, but he kissed her hard, so she sank into his arms, allowing herself to fall into him. The kiss increased in passion and he eased his tongue into her mouth – he tasted so manly and hot, and she wanted to succumb. But she was suddenly struck with a flash of their future – sharing him with thousands of other women. How would he ever be faithful to her? She’d had enough of cheating men with Matthew. She didn’t need another one.

  She pried herself away. “I can’t do this…”

  “Ellie, come on –”

  “No!” She turned and grabbed the door, then fled out into the corridor. She wanted to run down the stairs like Cinderella at midnight, but she could hear the receptionist and security guard chatting casually in the foyer, and she didn’t want to cause a scene. She halted and tried to focus, but the air seemed thick and blurry. She sensed Joseph appear behind her, radiating with promises of comfort and affection. He was as tempting as a slice of fudge cake – she wanted him like crazy, but he was ultimately going to be very bad for her. He strode around and blocked the stairs, preventing her from leaving, then he stepped close and ran his fingers through her hair, forcing her to look at him.

  She closed her eyes, trying to block him out, but he took that as an opportunity to kiss her – stifling her resolve by inciting lust into every cell of her yearning body.

  “Come back into the studio,” he whispered. “We can talk, okay?”

  He kissed her again, and she felt as if she might be torn in two with desire. She wanted him so badly, but…

  “Joseph… I should go.”

  “I know you want me, Ellie. Or you wouldn’t be here. I know you’re scared of heartache, but I promise I have no intention of hurting you. No one knows what the future holds, but let’s enjoy the journey from here to there. I want you. I want to fuck you all night long, and then hold you tight and never let you go.”

  He kissed her hard making her feel like a heroine in a movie. Then he stepped over to the glass door of the studio. He pushed it open and held out his hand.

  “Come dance with me.”

  “Dance? What?”

  “You want to do this properly, right? For us to date? Well, I can’t take you out on a date, for obvious reasons, so we’ll have to bring the date here. Come on.”

  Eleanor looked down at her shoes. Every woman who’d seen him perform would kill for this chance. But her feet were glued to the carpet. “I can’t.”

  “Sure you can. I’ll take care of you.”

  She unglued her feet and strode past him as if he was a wild animal waiting to pounce. He let the door close behind them, then he led her into the ‘live’ room. It seemed emptier and bigger than usual, and somehow more relaxed without Matthew’s stressy corporate vibes spewing out all over the place. It was a lovely bright and airy space, and the laminate flooring and magnolia walls made it seem larger than it was. The soundproof glass at the far end overlooked the control room, but the dim lights that were imbedded in the low ceiling shone on the glass, making it hard to see what was going on in there.

  Joseph led Eleanor into the centre of the space, then he let go of her hand. “Wait here.”

  She stood nervously amongst the mic stands and guitars as he strode off into the control room. With all this musical equipment strewn about, there was just enough space to dance – if they remained cheek-to-cheek. Eleanor’s body quivered at the thought.

  The music suddenly blasted out over the speakers, and Eleanor glanced up to see Joseph on the other side of the glass, grinning at her. They held eye contact for what seemed like ages, then he swaggered back to join her.

  “This is what we recorded today. I’m doing the vocals tomorrow, but I only wrote the lyrics this afternoon.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  He halted in front of her, gazing at her with a cocky smirk, then he grabbed her, lifted her up, and twirled her around, making her giggle with surprise. He gently placed her feet back on the floor, then he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She reached up and draped her arms around his strong shoulders, and they swayed in time to the music, dancing close. It was a slow sensuous blues number, and Eleanor fell into the rhythm with him, swaying her hips and feeling sexy. She gazed up into his eyes and he winked.

  “You dance well,” he said.

  “Thank you. As do you. But you knew that.”

  He smiled and opened his mouth to reply, but – to Eleanor’s squirming delight – he started to serenade her in a soulful voice which resonated through her body and sank deep into her thighs.

  “Ohh… Eleanor,” he sang with a cheeky grin on his lips. “You’re the woman I’ve been waiting for… the woman who I adore…”

  She laughed – certain he was just making up the words on the spot. But she was deeply flattered. They continued to dance together, and he moved his body even closer until he was pressing his hard
cock against her, letting her know how much he was enjoying it.

  The bluesy number faded, and another track started up. It was much more upbeat, so he picked her up and spun her around, making her feel light and free. She laughed out loud, unable to hide her enjoyment. He placed her on the ground, then stepped back, and she twirled under his arm. He was right – this was like a first date. Fun, exciting, and full of optimism. But she suddenly wanted him to make her body ring out like last night. They gazed into each other’s eyes and he kissed her hard.

  “Let’s go to the isolation booth,” he said. “I’ve spent many an hour in there fantasising about you on your knees in front of me… your sweet lips sucking my hard cock.”

  Eleanor’s pussy surged with desire at this revelation. “Well, let’s make your fantasy become a reality,” she whispered.

  He held her hand and led her over to the booth at the back of the room. It was roughly twice the size of an elevator, with red convoluted sponge blocks all around the walls to ‘deaden’ the sound. The red sponge even continued around the inside of the door, which Joseph was now closing firmly behind them. There was a mic stand in the corner, with a pair of headphones draped over it, and a breakfast-bar type chair in the centre, which was made of chrome and had a leather seat.

  Joseph stepped behind her and massaged her shoulders, lowering his face to nibble her ear, and making her gasp with excitement. He slid his masterful hands forward to unfasten the buttons of her shirt, then he gripped the collar and stripped the shirt down, tying the sleeves behind her back, and rendering her a slave to whatever pleasure he wanted to give her. She thrust her chest forward, breathing deeply, knowing she looked good in her black bra.

  He massaged her now-bare shoulders, and bit her neck. “Your body belongs to me now, and I don’t want any other guy touching you.” He rubbed his rock-hard erection against her ass. “Feel how much you turn me on, sweetheart?”

  She breathed hard and nodded.

  “Good.” He unhooked her bra, then threw it to the floor. “Sit down.”

  On lust-filled legs, Eleanor strode over topless and sat on the chair, feeling an overwhelming yearning rush through her. Joseph stood in front of her and stepped between her thighs, so that his pelvis was in her face. He gazed deeply into her eyes, delivering lust directly into her soul, then he placed his hands on her bare shoulders and bent to kiss her, teasing his tongue into her mouth and grinning with arousal.

  “Suck me off,” he said.

  Eleanor nodded. Joseph stood up straight and rubbed his leather trousers in her face. His erection was straining in there. She reached up and unzipped his fly, then tugged his huge cock out of his trousers, fondling it between her fingers and enjoying the feel of it in her hand. Joseph was still fully clothed – with his shirt hanging off his shoulders revealing his sculpted torso – and it felt illicit; like they were having a naughty fling. Which of course they were.

  Eleanor leaned forward and rested her hand on Joseph’s hip, then she wrapped her lips around his gorgeous cock and sucked hard, swirling her tongue around the tip and treating him to a no-hands blow job. Joseph groaned and grunted as he thrust his hips in her face.

  “Yes, Eleanor!”

  Eleanor grinned, relishing the control she was exerting over him. She smothered some saliva onto the head of his cock, and mixed it into his seeping pre-cum with her tongue, then she plunged his erection into her mouth, taking him deep.

  Joseph grinned with lust-filled eyes, and reached down to grab a handful of her hair in his fingers, which made her feel sexy and dominated. She fell into a long slow rhythm, sliding her lips up and down his shaft, and enjoying the thrill of giving him this wonderful experience.

  He suddenly let go of her hair and pulled away. “You’re so fucking good at that, babe. But I’ve got other plans for you…”

  Joseph stripped off his undone shirt, making sure Eleanor got a good look at his toned pecs and shoulders. Then he held out his hand. “Stand up.”

  Eleanor’s pussy was throbbing with desire now. She stood and he kissed her hard, pressing his fit body against her.

  “Turn around,” he commanded.

  Eleanor was overwhelmed by a wave of lust, but – on trembling legs – she turned to face the chair. Joseph stepped close behind her to fondle her nipples as he nibbled her neck, filling her with euphoric desire. He reached his hands further down and hitched up her skirt slowly, revealing her panties – pausing to have a long desirous look. “Very fuckable ass,” he murmured into her ear, running his hands over her butt and squeezing hard. “It’s mine now. My ass. I’m claiming it. Right?”

  Eleanor’s pussy contracted with passion, desperate for him to take her hard and fast from behind. He breathed in her ear and peeled down her panties, then he reached around and gently rubbed her throbbing clit.

  “Yes, Joseph.”

  “Bend over,” he said, gently pushing her shoulders down. “I’ll deal with the protection.”

  Eleanor did as she was instructed. She glanced back and saw Joseph grinning behind her as he sorted out the condom. They shared eye contact, which was filled with affectionate contentment as well as filthy lust. Joseph’s kind expression transformed into a devilish smirk as he stepped back behind her and rubbed his cock between her thighs, teasing the outside of her wet pussy.

  Eleanor rested her hands on the chair, feeling like a naughty girl receiving some sexy punishment. Joseph continued to rub Eleanor’s clit while thrusting his cock between her thighs, making her more and more desperate to take him deep. She gasped, as ribbons of pleasure zipped through her.

  “Fuck me, Joseph,” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard.”

  “Ah, I love to hear you beg!”

  Joseph spanked her ass a couple of times, making her groan and gasp. Then with desperate relief she felt the head of his erection penetrate her pussy. The ecstasy shot up her spine, and she braced herself to be filled by his huge hard-on. Joseph gently pushed himself further inside, still fondling her clit with his masterful fingers.

  “Feels so good...” Joseph whispered.

  He lightly thrust his hips, slowly easing himself further inside. Eleanor bit her lip, enjoying this discomfort but keen to greet the overwhelming pleasure on the other side. He gripped her hips harder and drew their bodies closer together, still thrusting gently.

  “You’re so tight around me,” he said. “So perfect.”

  He gently leaned all his weight into Eleanor, almost pushing her off-balance, but she stood firm and tilted her hips backwards to rub herself against him as he entered her deeply. She gasped as the lust swelled in her body. Joseph wrapped his non-clit-rubbing hand around her abdomen, then he started to slowly pound himself into her. She could feel his balls banging against her as he fell into a steady rhythm behind. She gripped the chair firmly as he thrust harder and harder, rubbing her clit in his fingers with the perfect pressure and grunting behind with animalistic joy, speeding them both towards ultimate pleasure.

  Eleanor’s orgasm struck deep in her pelvis and she was suddenly encompassed with an overpowering sense that she was a part of the universe. All that existed was blissful ecstasy, exploding into the world as spontaneous cries of, “Yes, yes, oh… god!”

  She heard her moans as if they were coming from another part of the galaxy. Joseph thrust even deeper, pushing himself inside her as far as he could and letting out his own loud moan as he came hard. The delight swirled around them, possessing them both and binding them together in bliss.

  Eleanor’s mind sloshed with contentment as she slowly glided back to reality. She relaxed her grip on the chair – which she now realised she’d been squeezing hard – then she collapsed at the elbows and rested down on her forearms, hanging her head and coming back to earth. A wave of giggles suddenly swept over her. Joseph laughed too behind her, as he gently grasped her shoulders and helped her to stand up straight.

  He kissed her on the side of the face and hugged her from behind, holding her as if they were
one – as they glowed together in their post-orgasmic contentment.

  “You’re awesome, sweetheart,” he said. “Utterly perfect.”

  He respectfully withdrew, then they made themselves comfy on the carpeted floor of the booth – leaning against the spongy walls. Joseph covered Eleanor with his shirt, before wrapping her up in his arms. He kissed her on the head. “You’re fucking amazing, Ellie, seriously.”

  She snuggled into his toned chest, enjoying the peaceful tenderness after all that raw lustful fucking.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, with a chuckle.

  “Thanks! Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

  Reality poured back into her brain with a clatter. “Ohhh, I need to carry on with my story about Pierre. I tried to work on it today, but I couldn’t concentrate.”

  “You were thinking about me?”

  She laughed. “No!”

  They shared a playful glance. He kissed her on the nose. “Liar.”

  She fell serious. “But I do need to get that front-page scoop, or I won’t be kept on, and I really want to give this my best shot.”

  He squeezed her tenderly. “It’s a shame we’ve both sold out, huh?”

  “Things change – it’s the way of life… Oh, that reminds me, I guess I’d better let my other newspaper know I won’t be able to write for them anymore. At least not for a while.”

  “Who are they?”

  “They’re a local paper in the town I grew up in. They write stories about the community and then get the local homeless people to sell it. I’ve often wondered how many homeless people they’ve helped by giving them the chance to integrate back into society.”

  “Sounds great. How’s it funded?”

  “By advertisers – all of whom are supposed to be local and ethical. But ethical businesses in these parts are becoming rare. They’re really struggling for donations right now.”

  “That’s a shame – they sound awesome. How did you get involved with them?”

  “I’ve been contributing to them since I was fifteen. All through college.”

  “Really?”