Possess Me_A Billionaire Romance

by TN King

  Without warning his lips broke into a large grin, amusement dancing in his gray eyes as he took her and her silent panting in. “Fuck, you are so damned cute.” He half-laughed, leaning in to kiss her sweetly on the forehead. It wasn’t any more than a gentle press of his lips against her skin, and unlike before, it didn’t send her into a frenzied, animalistic state.

  It was a different emotion that seized her with it, warm and settling up within her ribcage instead of lower in her abdomen. A sort of pervasive warmth that heated her throughout, only … it made her feel cared for. It made her feel safe. Another feeling she wasn’t sure if she should be allowing with him this soon into things again.

  “I will be back to get you shortly,” he promised, his lips falling from her forehead and his long legs taking him a step back. And then another before he turned on his heel, heading out of the entryway and out of the apartment entirely.

  Leaving her to recover—if she could. It wasn’t like she had a lot to occupy her here. There was no cleaning to do, no maintenance or upkeep that needed seeing to- hell, there wasn’t even a bucket under the kitchen sink that she had to change because of an age old leak that the super had never gotten around to fixing. She’d already unpacked, with Morgan’s help, and organized. So all that left her with were her own thoughts, and the incredible view she had out of her own windows. It was those two things that she got lost in, going round and round within her own mind and focusing on all of the little details she had been too busy to mentally ‘unpack’ before.

  It was how she found herself in the same position an hour later, glancing at the clock and near jumping when she realized it had been so long. She still had to shower and change! Which meant deciding on an outfit to wear for the flight. Oh, mercy. The flight in his own, private jet. It may have belayed anxiety concerning certain aircraft and airlines, sure, but it left a whole host of other worries in its wake.

  Like the one huge problem, she’d been worrying over again and again, since he told her.

  She had never flown anywhere in her life. Not even a short flight. Not one of the ‘crop dusting’ flights that her classmates in middle school had opted in on. No. She’d stayed grounded and on her own two feet.

  Her nerves were shot. Was she supposed to try and fake it? Like, nah, this isn’t anything at all, I’ve done it loads of times before. Just gotten in an aircraft made of metal that carries you thousands and thousands of feet above ground… She shuddered. Thousands of feet, there it was. The height. And she hated heights, even if since she met Morgan that was all she seemed to do was traverse heights. Going up, up, and still even further up in more ways than flights of stairs and an elevator. She pushed away the memory of the last orgasm she had while with him. Too high maybe?

  Even his balcony that day when she’d returned his phone had been a problem. Sure, it was beautiful, and the view was magnificent… but even that day she had trembled and hung onto the balustrade with white knuckles, refusing to look down even once while she’d been surveying the city from there. His proximity and how anxious she was over him had been the only thing to save her from looking like a freaked out idiot. It was the only thing that had kept her from possibly fainting even- her worry over how he would take it and her worry the whole time getting his phone back to him. She’d only had room for one major freakout in her body at a time ‒ and at that time ‒ Morgan had loomed far more ominously in her mind.

  It wasn’t like she could just back out now either, they’d made a deal. Hell, she’d been the one to suggest the deal in the first place with her offer of charity work in repayment for the apartment. The ball, Cinderella. He’d said it sarcastically in jest sure, but it was true, even despite his teasing. Cinderella may not have been a waitress, but she’d been close enough. Her lips tilted, amusement filling her as well, right alongside that steady growing hope. This was her chance, after all. She wanted to make good on her promise to volunteer at one of those charities. It was the only way she could ensure that she, herself, didn’t feel like such a charity case.

  In the distance, a phone trilled…the ringer going off. Wait a minute. She didn’t recognize the tone though, an unfamiliar ringtone blaring in the open space of her new apartment.

  It continued ringing, her body spinning in order to try and find the source of it.

  Where was that coming from? It couldn’t be her phone! Her phone barely made sound when ringing any longer due to its age. Her lips pulled, seeing the smartphone sitting on the glass coffee table, nearly laughing all over again. How in the world did that man manage to misplace his phone as often as this? Now it would be not once, but twice, that she was having to return his phone to him. Her stomach pulled, memories over how it had gone last time she had done so… tugging at her libido.

  She also remembered how he’d missed an important business something or another because of her and her apparent distraction for him though, so she nearly leapt across the space in order to reach it before his voicemail picked up. Just in case it was something, he needed to attend to quickly. “Hello?” she called breathlessly into the phone as soon as she had picked it up to her ear and accepted the green call button.

  “Hello,” an amused, deep voice greeted her in return.

  It was Morgan!

  Maybe he had realized his mistake before he’d made it too far. Or maybe he was just verifying that he had, in fact, left it at her apartment this time, instead of just assuming it was lost.

  She smiled, cradling the phone gently to her ear with a fondness she knew she’d be embarrassed, for anyone else to witness. “How come I have your phone on my coffee table?” she asked, teasingly chastising over the line as if to remind him of his previous mistake with the darned expensive thing as well.

  His laugh echoed over the line until she could practically see him shaking his head at her attempted coyness. “It actually isn’t mine this time, I swear. It’s your new phone, even in your own name. It’s the latest and the best out there. I’d appreciate if you keep it on you at all times,” he said, his amusement slowly fading to seriousness over the line.

  While, after the car and the apartment, she was much less surprised at such a grand, sweeping gesture… the directive at the end of his explanation confused her. Why did she have to keep it on her at all times? Was there some specific reason that he had behind requesting such a specific rule to go along with it? He hadn’t added any addendums to his other gifts, those had all been by her request.

  She chewed over her words, trying to find a phrase to answer him smartly without sounding as naive as she felt. “Oh, is that so?” she tried, her suave tone falling flat so fast that it was damn near embarrassing. She rolled her eyes at her ‘cleverness’. Stupid. How could it be that he made his words dip and roll so seductively, teasing her so efficiently? Yet, when she tried, it came out flat and lame?

  “Now, sweet Ellie,” he started, the laughter in his voice subdued only partially by his explanation. “I want you to be able to call me anytime you need…” His voice faded away, the end of his sentence collapsing into a deep breath. Obviously, his mind had just traversed how that sentence could be taken, and he was more than a little effected by the imagery...

  Her lips spread into a huge smile, teeth dragging against her bottom lip as she realized it. So maybe she could tease him, she just needed to focus better obviously. “When I need?” she asked softly, drawing her words out in feigned confusion. “When I need what Morgan?” she asked innocently, imagining his hot hands rolling over her skin again- pretending that it was his palm instead of her own that was running down her abdomen. It gave her the only push she needed for her voice to drop, low and sultry riding along with that feigned innocence.

  Silence reigned on the other end, no more than his restrained, ragged breathing to be heard.

  Ellie waited, and waited, until the suspense began to eat at her. “Morgan?” she asked carefully, half afraid she had strayed over the line a little too far there. “Are you there?”

  A
gain, there was another beat of silence before she heard him roughly clear his throat, half coughing before he could even attempt to speak in a normal tone. Even still, his tone came out slightly rougher than usual, the desire evident in his tone. “Um, yes,” he ground out before clearing his throat once more. “I am, Miss Smart Mouth. I meant should you have any…”Again, his voice drifted away, the innuendo in his words caught once more.

  Ellie’s giggle was short and breathy, amusement warring with her desire. She tried to stay serious though, deciding that there was more than enough teasing going on- her own breath was coming too short now, effecting herself just as much as she was him. “Like if I needed some hot looking guy to save me from a fire?” she asked, her coyness less teasing now. “Or from getting smashed by a large bus in the street? That kind of need?” she questioned with another giggle.

  His own laughter rippled over the phone, obviously just as amused by her attempt at humor as she had meant for him to be. “Yes, those things are certainly needs where you are concerned, sweetness,” he agreed with a laugh, but even that was strained by that other, deeper emotion he was battling within himself.

  She took a deep, rattling breath at his tone, her hand moving immediately off of her stomach. She could, at least, recognize that tone though. So well, in fact, that she could even picture his eyes while he was speaking. She could see the hard, steely gray as he tried to calm his warring desire. As he tried to calm his beast. Ellie sighed, dropping her palm forcefully from herself. She loved that beast though. The beast that had brought her to ultimate pleasure, again and again. Brought her into her own sexuality and shown her things she’d never even been able to imagine about herself. “I will take it everywhere I go,” she agreed solemnly, shaking her head to return to the present. “Happy?” she asked with a slight snort.

  His sigh resonated over the connection, obviously pleased with her acceptance. The man was unused to having to ask, that much was apparently evident. “Yes, please do.” He affirmed strongly, as if saying so one more time could convince her even further.

  “Okay,” she said with a laugh. “But I need to get ready still,” she explained by way of getting off of the phone, unwilling to explain just why she wasn’t already done and dressed. She should have been, but her thoughts and her new view had been too distracting of a combination. “There’s a prince coming to pick me up before midnight, you know?” she teased gently, smile curling the edges of her lips completely.

  His laughter sounded again, loud enough to vibrate the phone against her ear. “Yes, and he’d better treat you right,” he joked back, his voice slowly returning to normal with each passing moment. She missed the dark, resonating desire that he spoke to her in- but this was just as good, soft and playful in a way that they were just now learning to be with one another.

  Will he? She questioned silently, though. Will he treat me right? He had messed up once before, but they had moved past that after all. “Well, he has promised to be good,” she teased again, shifting so she could start walking towards her bedroom to do exactly what she’d said she needed to do.

  “Well, if he could restrain his beast long enough to win the beauty, maybe he will…” again, he didn’t finish, his voice slowly filtering back to that same tone that had first enraptured her so.

  Ellie decide to cut him, and herself, some slack and end the call. If it went much further she was going to lose this battle, and veer their agreement from where they had come to. “I will be here when the pumpkin arrives,” she said instead, hesitating for only another moment before hitting the end call button. The dial tone sounded and she found herself immediately regretting her decision. She wanted to tell him goodbye- to be safe on his way over- she had a multitude of things that she wanted to say instead, but she knew that she still needed to get ready. And he doubtless had other things to prepare before coming to pick her up.

  Pumpkin? She questioned herself with a sigh. Of course, she’d chose the most idiotic sign off to use. Dumb, dumb. Whew! At least she had finished though, and it didn’t seem that her ironic stupidity ever seemed to faze him. She’d been at her lowest, her weirdest, and her most insecure, and he was still sticking around with interest in her.

  She shook her head with a smile, looking down to the phone and then her eyes widening when she saw the digital screen. “Oh!” she exclaimed disappointedly, her fingers curling into her palms. He’s used up my primping time! Dammit! How was it that just a phone call with him managed to twist her up into knots?! She needed to rush now, running from where she was to the bathroom, stripping herself out of her clothes as she went- throwing them into one corner of the room, and rushing to the shower.

  She just needed to keep hold of her thoughts and not focus on him or their recent phone conversation long enough to shower and do something with her hair. She’d never been good at getting dressed on the fly- but she knew she had jeans that fit her more nicely than any other pair she owned. And somewhere in there was a pretty blue blouse she’d only ever dared to don once before… he seemed to like her in blue, and she liked when he appreciated such things. She soaped up quickly, focusing on getting ready and only getting ready to try and beat that time line she was operating off of.

  Morgan

  Ending the call with Ellie wasn’t the difficult part, he didn’t have to do a single thing in order to achieve it, she’d done all of the work for him there. She had definitely left him worse for the wear from it though, his heart beating erratically in his chest. She had also, thankfully taken the phone purchase even better than he’d expected. It seemed she had done most of everything, actually. He’d stumbled over his words and trailed off on so many occasions, it was a wonder she’d stayed on the phone even half so long as she had. What the fuck had that been? He’d never had any issue speaking, no matter the subject or the person.

  He’d been voted the smoothest talking student of his high school class even. He’d been head of the debate team, won countless medals, hell sealed so many deals using that talent alone that it was damn near unheard of. He’d never been shy that was for sure.

  Lord only knew how Chance would have reacted in he had been in the limo with him to hear the latest phone conversation, even just from his end. He’d never be allowed to live it down, that was for damn sure. Chance! Fuck. Morgan cursed under his breath, irritated with his own oversight again due to his preoccupation with Ellie and events surrounding her. There was no way that chance would miss tomorrow night’s charity function, not for anything in the world.

  Not only was it one of the best places to meet potential clients, schmooze older ones, and forge new alliances still- it was also sure to have handfuls of young, pretty socialites for him to focus on equally wooing for the night. He’d known the man his entire life literally, and trusted him more than anyone else alive. Yet, and it pained him to admit, if there were a man better looking than Morgan himself…Chance would be it. They’d often had standing bets concerning the females they met to see who could get to her first. They had been notorious for it in college, and while they weren’t so much any longer, they had only managed to do so, more secretly.

  Which normally wouldn’t matter… except for Ellie.

  Shit! When Chance finally caught sight of Ellie? Even without the dress that he’d chosen for her, he would be instantly drawn to her. She was the kind of woman that drew people of all types in to her. The kind of sweet, innocent flower that couldn’t help but appeal to just about everyone. And Chance? Fuck. Talk about charm, the man had plenty to spare. He could give it away to the poor and unmannered and still have enough to charm a nun out of her habit— yes, Morgan knew this, he had seen him do just exactly that. And the only way to keep him from trying that on Ellie? Would be Morgan admitting to the man that he was hanging up his playboy jacket to get this girl, and admit to just how he seriously he meant to keep her.

  He would be laughed at, no matter how he approached it. But the alternative was allowing Chance to go after her, which he would. Somet
hing they both did, what they loved doing. He’d have to handle this carefully and keep the jackass away from his Ellie. He paused, his train of thought flickering as he sat the phone down on the seat next to him. Damnit.

  His? Had he just referred to her as his Ellie?

  Yes, dammit. He sighed audibly, his whole body sinking back into the seat. His. Yes, he’d charmed her out of her gold gown and seduced her out of her shell. It had been a beautiful thing to see too. She was his or at least he wanted for her to be. If only he hadn’t so royally fucked it up the next morning, she already would be. He could already have her, right now, tied up on his bed with her striking blue eyes staring up at him. Staring at him in awe as he let his palms roll over her abundant, supple curves. As he allowed his fingers to graze her pert, willing nipples, peaking them until she was crying out for more. He could be playing her body like a musical instrument, bringing her to heights she’d only ever dreamt of.

  Fuck. He shook himself, shaking away all of the emotion that came with such visuals those thoughts would provide him. Not yet. Patience. He needed to have patience, he had agreed to take things slow this time. Slow was just proving to be a very, very difficult task, especially when she kept tempting him as much as she was. Irritated, he adjusted his slacks, trying to ignore the tightness his fantasies had incurred.

  Ever since he’d first left Ellie’s apartment earlier that evening he had been arranging everything and having his executive assistant running all over New York. Between getting everything ready that morning and helping Ellie move into her new apartment, along with all of the extra trips to the general store that had taken, he had put himself on a time crunch. Especially seeing he had only just reminded Ellie of the ball earlier when he’d gifted her with that dress. He did have to plan fast.