Billionaire's Protest: A Complete Romance Series
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His skin was glowing, just like his grayish eyes. He gave a short laugh and then turned to me, a cracker with cheese in his hands.
“Of course. This is what I take to work every day. And I park it on the roof,” he said, and I bit down on my lip. I didn’t want to laugh so easily. He was being sarcastic, right?
He offered me the cracker in his hand, and I took it just as Jerry brought us our drinks.
“Thank you, Jerry. That will be all,” Casper said to the bartender.
I bit down on the cracker and clutched the cocktail in my other hand. When I looked up, Casper was watching me. His eyes had narrowed, and the smile had disappeared from his face.
“You don’t look too happy to be here,” he said suddenly.
I shook my head. I could feel my cheeks flushing already. I didn’t want to be a rude guest. If only he knew what I was actually thinking about!
“No, it’s all a little much, that’s all,” I said, looking around the room.
Casper smiled again and nodded. “I don’t blame you,” he said, and I finally allowed myself to smile. He looked relieved that I was smiling.
“From the picket to the private jet. It’s all a bit strange,” I said, holding my smile.
Casper fell silent. He still had the smile on his face, but he was studying me as I took a sip of the drink. “I don’t see the point of wasting time. Why don’t we go to my bedroom so we can get started?” he said, and suddenly stood up.
My eyes widened, my eyebrows reaching the top of my forehead. I plonked the glass of scotch down on the table, almost spitting the drink out of my mouth.
“You have a bedroom in here?” I asked.
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The bedroom at the back of the aircraft was bigger than my entire apartment and had an enormous four-poster bed at the center. Portraits in black and white hung on the walls, of people who looked a lot like Casper. They had to be his family. Other than that, there was expensive-looking art and a few marble statues. I shuddered to imagine what his bedroom in his home might look like.
Casper led me into the room and walked up next to the bed.
“I think it’s cozy. What do you think?” he asked, throwing his arms wide open and smiling at me mischievously. It’s like he wanted to be complimented for the job he had done decorating the place. I walked slowly toward him, aware that my spine was straight and my muscles were tense. I could feel myself starting to grow wet already.
“I think it’s far from cozy, but it is beautiful,” I said in a much softer voice. He wasn’t making a big show out of this or trying to stall. We both knew why I was here and what his intentions were when he invited me back to his bedroom. And I was willing. I wanted this as much as he did.
“Take off your clothes, Lily,” he said, before I even reached him.
I raised my eyebrows and then rolled my eyes. Not this time. I wasn’t going to simply follow his commands.
“You take off your clothes, Casper,” I said, stopping in my tracks in front of him. A few feet remained between us, but I could smell him. My fingers were shaking from our proximity. I could hardly wait.
He lifted his shirt, untucking it out of his pants and started unbuttoning.
I squared my shoulders, aware that he could see my hardened nipples through the fabric of my dress. His eyes dropped to my breasts as he assessed my nipples to see how turned on I was.
When his shirt came off, I extended my hand and he moved toward me. The silver rings on my fingers shone under the dim light in the bedroom as I touched him. His velvet smooth skin was as delicious as honey. The muscles on his chest rippled as he allowed me to touch, and my fingers traveled down the center of his chest, down his belly and closer to the top of his trousers. He clutched my hand.
“Give me something,” he said, in a hoarse, gruff voice. Even though he had embarrassed me the previous time, I was still brave. I forgot about what happened previously. I wanted to try my luck again.
With a flick, I drew the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders. My bare breasts popped out. I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Casper swayed when he saw them – my pink, erect nipples, the swell and curves of my breasts as they swung in front of him.
In a flash, he had one in his mouth. I had dreamed so intensely about his mouth on my nipples that I yelped with pleasure when I felt his teeth tugging gently at them.
His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to his rock-solid cock. I could feel it between my legs, pushing up against my dress as he sucked at my breasts.
With my hands, I grabbed his sandy blond hair, tugging as he suckled, pinched, and pulled my nipples with just his mouth. He alternated between my breasts, giving them both the same attention.
“You are delicious,” he murmured.
In response, I found my hands traveling down, unzipping his pants. He helped me, too, pulling out his belt and flinging it to the floor. His pants fell at his ankles, and his cock launched at me again.
I gasped, because even though I had seen it before, I’d forgotten its enormity.
“Don’t worry, it won’t bite,” he said with a laugh when he heard me gasp. Our eyes met again, and he saw the look in mine, the look that told him that I couldn’t wait. I wanted him inside me.
“This needs to go,” he said, and before I knew what he meant, he had grasped the top of my dress and ripped it down the center. Nobody had ever done that to me before. The audacity! My mouth hung open as my tattered dress slipped off my body and fell to the floor. My hands flew to my mouth in surprise as well.
No apologies either. Casper stepped in closer. We were both naked now, and he grabbed me by my waist again.
“That was for when you ran away from me, from my office,” he said, eyeing the torn dress at my ankles. His breath blew the curls off my face to the side as he stared at me. It was like he was really angry with me, but I knew he wasn’t. He was only playing.
“You laughed at me!” I said, but he covered my mouth with his, drowning out the rest of the words. We were kissing again. Finally, his hands slowly traced up the inside of my thigh.
He finally broke the kiss. “I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t laughing at you, Lily. I was just pleasantly surprised by how brave you were.”
I could feel my wetness growing. I ground my hips into his. His cock thrust against my belly. I could feel it now, it was so close. I grabbed it with both hands, and Casper smiled against my mouth then pulled away.
“You’re a girl with a plan this time,” he said, his lips pressed against my cheek now as I stroked him. His cock was large and hard in my hands. I had no control over it; the thing had a mind of its own.
“I’m not taking any chances this time,” I said, and our eyes met again. His turned a dark blue, glassy and narrowed, focused on my face. His smile disappeared. The man meant business now.
“Turn around,” he growled, like I had done something wrong. Like I had unleashed the beast in him.
I barely had the chance to process his words before he caught me by my waist and flipped me around. I fell against the bed, but grabbed one of the bedposts in time. Casper was clutching my butt with his hands, unaware of me, focused entirely on what his cock wanted.
“You’re going to come for me,” he commanded and thrust himself into me.
I shrieked from the pleasure of having his entire length slide into me with no warning. My hands tightened around the wooden post. Casper was driving into me, pumping himself repeatedly. His legs slapped against my butt cheeks as he thrust in and out with a force that I could never have imagined.
He was right. I was going to come. I’d wanted and waited for this from the first moment I had set my eyes on him. I could not have imagined it to be this good. He stroked me easily. He found the spot. He was tilting his hips to reach it, over and over again. My breasts bounced from the motion, and my body shook. I was going to come in a matter of minutes. How was this even possible?
Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair, and he yanked my head to
ward him gently like he was riding a horse. That was it. I was going to explode.
I heard myself scream as I came. My body shook and quivered from the sensation. I felt him shoot inside me, too. His grunts grew louder, and he held onto me as we orgasmed together.
I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. My body and mind were both still reeling from what just happened. Sex had never felt this way before. It had never been this easy for any man to make me come. And I was still coming.
Casper was still inside me, pumping while my body shook from the force of my orgasm. Once it stopped, I was going to come again.
Chapter 10
I had my head thrown far back, and I was clutching Casper’s hair while his face was wedged between my legs. His tongue slid in and out of me, licking me until I had no self-control anymore. He was on a mission to make me come again.
My legs were spread wide apart while he was kneeling on the floor, holding my hips with both his hands. My body shuddered again as I was ready for release. I still could hear the classical music in the background as I prepared to come. My moaning grew louder. Even though we were on a plane, I was completely unaware of anybody else close by. It was like we were the only people there.
Casper lifted his head and looked at me. His lips glistened with my juices, his blue eyes had a laugh in them, and he was smiling at me.
“Tell me you feel good,” he said.
“I feel great. Don’t stop. Make me come again,” I pleaded. I was so close. Casper smiled, and I felt two long fingers slide inside me. He kept his eyes on my face, holding my gaze as he pumped into me with his fingers. They filled me up, reaching me where I wanted to feel him. I screamed this time, moaning loudly as I came.
He kept thrusting with his fingers, watching my face contort as I orgasmed again. He was enjoying it. It seemed like he enjoyed watching me come more than coming himself.
I clutched the bedsheets with both my hands as my hips shook, my body vibrated, and his fingers remained inside me.
When my muscles finally began to relax, Casper took his fingers out. I remained lying on the bed, my body spent, my mind still foggy. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. He was standing up.
“We’re about to land. You should get dressed,” he said, picking his clothes up from the floor.
I sat up with a jerk, my face turning a bright red. I had just realized that I hadn’t packed another good dress to wear to the party.
“You ripped my dress,” I accused him, and Casper laughed. “It’s not funny. I will have nothing to wear for the party. Can we stop somewhere on the way? I need to shop for something to wear now. Thanks a lot,” I said with a scrunched-up face, dragging the bedsheets in a bundle around me. He was still laughing.
“No, we don’t have time to stop anywhere. We’re late already,” he said, and to my surprise, he walked up closer to me and pressed his lips on the top of my head. I hadn’t expected this kind of tenderness from him. I could feel the tops of my ears turning red.
“Give me a sewing machine, and I’ll make myself a dress from these sheets then,” I said, my voice relaxing a little. Was I supposed to kiss him back? On his cheek? His bare, muscular chest?
Just watching Casper naked in front of me was enough to turn me on again. How was he doing this to me? I felt so vulnerable. It was more than just the sex. I liked looking at him, watching him move around, hearing his voice. Something was changing in me that I couldn’t put a finger on. Maybe it was because he was always full of surprises.
“I have a surprise for you. Look in the bathroom,” he said, pulling up his pants to his waist. He still had a laugh in his voice.
I eyed the bathroom door and then gingerly got out of bed, dragging the sheets along with me as I walked to the bathroom door.
I didn’t have the time to look around, notice the gold fittings, the marble shower cubicle, the chrome showerhead… a new dress awaited me on a hanger, hanging from the shower curtain rod in the middle of the humungous bathroom.
The sheets dropped from my hands as I walked up to it, running my fingertips over the fabric of the beautiful dress. How did he know? How did he get my style so right?
The vintage cocktail party dress in black silk had a wide A-line skirt, with a black netted lining on top, and long net sleeves.
When I heard him enter the bathroom, I turned to look at him. Casper was fully dressed now, leaning against the door, looking at me with a smile in his eyes.
“It’s gorgeous. I love it!” I couldn’t hide the excitement from my voice.
“I wanted to get you something that you would wear,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. I could feel myself blushing. I felt special and cherished by this man who barely knew me.
“Thank you,” I murmured, shying away from looking at him directly.
“You’re welcome. Now, I want to watch you put it on,” he said, with that same mischievous twinkle in his eye. I licked my lips and bit down on my bottom lip. Casper had a knack of getting me to do what he wanted, and I was happy to comply.
Chapter 11
We were being driven somewhere in a limousine, and Casper sat beside me in the backseat. His legs touched mine as we both looked out of the windows. I had never been to Hawaii before. The sky was the color of the clearest blue sea, and everywhere I looked palm trees danced in a gentle sea breeze. The promise of the sea could be heard all around us with soft waves crashing against a beach somewhere. My heart was beating faster than the car was traveling. The place was exotic, I was sitting next to a man I couldn’t keep my eyes off, and I’d just had the best sex of my life. I was strangely happy and satisfied.
When I looked over at Casper, he had a smile on his face as he looked out. His rugged profile was highlighted by the golden ray of sun that filtered in through the tinted window of the car. His nose was sharp, his lips were thin and dark, and his skin was bronze now in the sun. For a billionaire, Casper Argent didn’t look as soft and under-worked as one would expect. He caught me staring, and I blushed before looking away.
“Feel free to look at me whenever you want,” he said softly.
I forced myself to look at him again. “I was just wondering what you want from me,” I blurted out. I was being truthful. It was all too good to be true. What could Casper Argent possibly want from me?
He laughed at me again, and the back of my neck grew hotter.
“Can’t you just relax for a bit and have fun?” he said without accusing me.
I licked my lips from nervousness and looked away from him. How could I explain to him that I couldn’t possibly relax? That I didn’t feel like I deserved any of this?
The car was slowing down, and Casper adjusted the bowtie at his neck. He had changed into a handsome black tuxedo that looked like it had never been worn before. I hadn’t seen him spend any time in front of a mirror since we got on that plane, but his hair still looked perfectly brushed back and styled, and as always, he smelled great.
The car stopped, and Casper was quick to get out. I could feel myself growing nervous again as he walked around the car and opened my door. He extended a hand and I took it. When I stepped out, he kept my hand in his, clutching it tightly as he led the way.
The luxurious beach-side hotel had uniformed people who greeted us with trays of tropical cocktails and a welcome flower garland. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I accepted the garland around my neck. Even the air smelled of coconuts and pineapples.
We were being led toward the back of the hotel where a blast of native folk songs was playing. An entourage formed around us while I kept my hand in Casper’s. I was afraid of my palms being sweaty, but he didn’t seem to notice.
Casper was surprising me again. He was unexpectedly forthcoming and gracious for a billionaire. He smiled at everyone, sometimes drew his hand away to shake people’s hands and quickly grabbed mine again. Everyone here seemed to recognize him as we walked. I had never been in the spotlight before, but having Casper by my side s
omehow made it more comfortable. He was charming and easy going at the same time and didn’t seem to notice how awkwardly I was behaving every time someone new came to shake his hand. I was starting to believe that he was proud to have me by his side.
But why?
I should have been expecting it – we were in Hawaii, after all – but the sight of the beautifully decorated luau took me by surprise. With an infinity pool in the center, overlooking a magnificent beach, the party space was decorated with flowers, straw stands, bars, and barbecues.
Male servers were dressed in bright Hawaiian shirts. The women wore traditional skirts and garlands around their necks. We both stood out in the crowd. I felt like neither of us were really dressed for the occasion, but again, Casper didn’t seem to notice.
A big wave of applause and high-pitched shouts rang out the moment we stepped into the scene. Flushed faces, cocktail glasses in hand, people came charging toward us.
Casper took the time to shake everyone’s hand, pat people on the back, give a few of them hugs, and accept drinks from whoever came to offer them to him.
I ended up getting hugs and having to shake hands as well. It was all a little too overwhelming. The music, the people, the colors, the pleasantries, the food… I didn’t know anyone here apart from Casper, and he seemed to be the center of everyone’s attention.
While he was talking to a group of people who all seemed to be his employees, I silently took a step back. I needed some space to breathe, to think, to absorb everything that was happening. Casper talked animatedly, his blue-gray eyes glimmering from the excitement. He was easily the most charismatic and handsome man in the whole place, and everyone knew it. It seemed like everyone else were moths attracted to the brightness of Casper’s flame. They not only respected him, but they also believed that he was their friend. I expected a posh, well-mannered office party, where Casper was the boss and everyone else was afraid to talk to him, or talk too loudly around him. What I found here was a fun Hawaiian party with all of Casper’s friends and colleagues.