Resisting the Billionaire

by C. C. Snow

  “You’re already wet for me baby. I need you.” With a few spare motions, Jake tugged off his pants and hiked my legs around his hips. My ankles crossed reflexively at his lower back. His cock was hard and throbbing against my slit and I mewled at the scorching heat of him.

  “Please, Jake. I need you.”

  “That’s what I want to hear, baby. Use your hands. Put my cock where you need me.” He pulled his hips slightly to allow my hand to reach between us.

  I took a few moments to savor the feel of his hot shaft.

  “Fuck, baby. We don’t have much time. Put me in your sweet pussy.”

  Placing his bulbous head at my opening, I pushed him in a few inches. My body clenched on his head.

  That was all it took to destroy his control. His hips slammed into my pelvis, plunging his full length into me.

  “Ahhhh!” I screamed as a powerful orgasm dragged me under. My inner walls contracted tightly on his thickness.

  Jake moaned and then cursed. “I’m sorry baby. Brace yourself.”

  I didn’t know what he was apologizing for until he withdrew from my pussy and then punched back into me. Hard. He did it again and again, every withdrawal tugging on my inner flesh. It was raw and fast and so sexy I came again on the fifth thrust.

  He growled and followed me over the precipice, his release jetting deep inside me.

  When we both came to, I whispered into his ear, “Didn’t you promise to make it to a bed next time?”

  Chuckling at my teasing, Jake replied, “You’re too damn sexy. It was your beautiful ass in those shorts that did it.” He shook his head mournfully. “I didn’t last five minutes.”

  I hid my smile in his shoulder as he carried me into the bathroom and cleaned us up. I liked the idea of being able to make him lose his self-restraint.

  Luckily Marcus had been too excited about the workings of the yacht to miss us. We spent the day enjoying the sun and wind in our faces. Afterwards, Jake took us out again for dinner. We almost felt like a family and it was wonderful and scary at the same time.

  At the end of the night, Jake gave me a chaste kiss and left.

  ***

  By Monday morning, I was still walking with my head in the clouds. I smiled at Alana and she inclined her head. Ever since our encounter in the bathroom, she had been less cold– I wouldn’t say friendlier– but I didn’t feel icicles forming on my nose when she looked at me now. We would never be friends, but it was nice not to be enemies.

  There was a white paper bag on my desk. I cautiously peeked in and smiled slowly when I saw the chocolate croissant inside. I supposed this was Alana’s olive branch. I couldn’t remember when a pastry tasted sweeter.

  When I walked into Jake’s office to go over the day, he immediately reached for me and I danced out of range. “Nuh-uh. Not at work, remember?”

  He looked like a little boy who had lost his favorite toy. “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to those ridiculous conditions. Can’t I kiss you good morning?”

  I was torn because I wanted to kiss him too, but I stood firm. Once I budged, Jake would be relentless until he got everything he wanted. “They’re not ridiculous. And from your reaction just now, they’re necessary.” I waited until he went to his side of the desk before I sat down.

  We went through his calendar and I stood up to leave. “Oh, did Jason find anything yet?”

  Jake shook his head. “Not yet, but he’s the best in the business. If there’s something there, he’ll find it.”

  The security breach kept nagging at me. I knew nothing about cyber security, but I just had a gut feeling that this would turn ugly. Knowing Jake’s ruthlessness when it came to business, he’d annihilate whoever dared betray him.

  I returned to my desk and tried to catch up with all the work I had left over from Friday. It was hard to believe that it had only been three days since Jake and I came together so explosively in that empty apartment. My whole life felt topsy-turvy since that moment.

  The day was crazy and Jake and I had to eat lunch at our desks. At the end of the day, I went to say goodbye and Jake had already shut down his computer.

  “Are you done already? You’re normally still working.” In the whole time I’d worked for him, he had never left earlier than I did.

  “I want to drive my girlfriend home. And to dinner.”

  “Jake, you don’t have to do that! I’ve been taking the El since I was a little girl. I’m fine. And no more eating out for a little while. You’re spoiling us.”

  “I want to spoil you.”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “You’re going to make me eat dinner by my lonesome?”

  He was acting like a forlorn puppy, but I hesitated too long and he took advantage. “Good. We’ll pick up Marcus and have Japanese.”

  It warmed my heart that he automatically included my brother. “How about I cook something at home instead? It’s probably healthier.”

  As if he had been angling for that the whole time, Jake nodded, put his hand at my back and started to walk out of the office.

  “Jake,” I hissed. “We can’t go out at the same time. Everyone will know. I’ll go down first and meet you at your car.”

  He really did not like that plan, but didn’t have a choice. He almost snarled at me when I ducked my head in the car so nobody would recognize me.

  During the week, eating at my place became the routine. Sometimes we bought take-out, but more often than not, I preferred to cook a healthy meal. Jake seemed to enjoy what I made and praised my efforts. And Marcus accepted Jake’s presence in our lives easily.

  I almost cried the first time Marcus mentioned our mom casually in a conversation. He had refused to talk about her in any meaningful way since her death, but as Jake was sharing some stories about his own mother, Marcus interjected with one of my mom’s many sayings. Almost effortlessly, Jake was able to get my brother to share some childhood memories. Hope surged. It was a sign that Marcus was healing.

  Because Jake was trying to get more things done so he could leave on time, he had been working through his lunch hour, but on Friday morning, he told me to keep my lunch hour free.

  I was excited to have some alone time with him. Other than a few stolen kisses after dinner, we hadn’t been together since we went sailing. The man was turning me into a sex fiend because I swore my body was feeling deprived. Not that I thought we were going to have sex in a restaurant, but it would be nice to hold hands and kiss him when I wanted.

  At eleven thirty, I heard a gentle voice say over my head, “Oh… you’re just perfect.”

  I looked up in surprise and saw a well-dressed older woman studying me with interest. With faded blonde hair, she must have been in her fifties, although she looked much younger. Other than the few laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, she could have passed for someone in her early forties. She oozed elegance from the top of her silvery curls to the tips of her low-heeled beige pumps.

  As soon as I met her blue-green eyes, I jumped to my feet. Only one person could have those eyes. “Oh!” I winced inwardly at my moronic reaction. “I’m sorry, you must be Mrs. Weston. I’m Cora Branton, Mr. Weston’s assistant. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

  “Please call me Susan, dear.” Her smile reminded me of her younger son. Now I could see where both of her sons got their looks.

  I thought I heard her mutter something about “the boy needing help if he was still Mr. Weston,” but since it didn’t make any sense to me, I ignored it. I picked up the phone and called Jake. “Um…your mom is here.”

  He already hung up before I finished the sentence and was out of his office. “Mom! You’re early.” He moved toward her with his arms open wide.

  “After your phone call, I couldn’t wait!” She laughed brightly.

  I almost started crying at the mother-son greeting, all of a sudden missing my mom. They embraced each other, love clearly binding them together. Susan Weston was a little taller than me, but her son still
dwarfed her.

  “Let’s go to lunch,” Jake said to his mom and my heart sank. I was disappointed, but I understood. Of course, he’d want to have lunch with his mom when she was in town. We could always have lunch next week.

  I sat back at my desk and continued working on the press release, letting them have a moment of privacy.

  “Dear, why are you still working? Let’s go,” said Susan.

  It sounded like she was talking to me and I glanced up. Two sets of blue-green eyes stared at me in puzzlement.

  “Um…” I looked to Jake for answers. “What?”

  Jake turned to his mom, his eyes conveying a hidden message and his mom nodded, her face troubled.

  “I see what you mean, Jacob. It’s a challenge, to be sure. But don’t you worry. I’ll see what I can do.” She patted his hand.

  It was like they were speaking in secret code.

  His smile a touch devious, Jake leaned over my desk. “Let’s go to lunch. I’m taking my two favorite women out.”

  Flustered by the thought of having lunch with his mom, I said tentatively, “Thank you, but I think I should stay here to finish this release.”

  Jake’s face darkened and a growl rose from deep in his chest.

  “Don’t be such a bear, Jacob. Cora, darling, I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time. Won’t you be a dear and indulge this old woman?”

  Susan’s voice was a sweet as honey and before I knew what I was doing, I had logged off my computer and had my purse in my hand.

  What had I just agreed to?

  Chapter 16: Jake

  Seeing the dazed look on Cora’s face, I almost felt sorry for her, but remembering her assumption that I was going to leave her behind for lunch, I hardened my resolve. I hated seeing the look of uncertainty on her face. It had appeared on her face far too often since we came together. Every time I saw it, it reminded me that she was waiting for us to fail.

  Fuck that.

  We were sitting at my mom’s favorite seafood restaurant. The owner recognized us on sight and sat us in a private room in the back. I almost choked on my laughter when mom casually introduced Cora as my girlfriend. I thought my poor baby was going to faint. She looked at me helplessly but I put on an I-don’t-understand-what-the-big-deal-is look and she fell silent.

  I didn’t share her reticence about hiding our relationship. I was ready to announce our relationship to the world, even at work. I knew she was scared of the rumors, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. She was my woman and I wanted to claim her. It infuriated me that she thought she had to hide her face when we left together in my car. I wanted her to be secure enough in the relationship to walk out of the office by my side.

  I sat back to watch my mom work her sorcery. People thought my dad was a brilliant businessman, but he would have gone nowhere without my mom. He had the business acumen, but my mom knew how to read and influence people. Without her perceptiveness, the company would never have been as successful as it was.

  When I had called my mom to ask for her help with Cora, I thought my eardrums would rupture, she screamed so loudly. She had been after Troy and me for years to get her a daughter-in-law. I was never ready, but now that I met Cora, I knew she was it for me.

  My mom had been ready to come down on Monday, but I convinced her to wait until the end of the week. It allowed me to get a better lay of the land. When we talked yesterday, I explained to her how hardheaded my sweetheart was so that she was fully prepared for the challenge.

  We had already ordered and were now sipping on glasses of crisp white wine. When Cora seemed hesitant about drinking alcohol, Mom called the waiter to cancel the order, claiming she didn’t want to drink if Cora wasn’t joining us. Feeling guilty, Cora had caved.

  Round one: Mom.

  “Cora, I’ve heard so much about your brother, Marcus. Jacob tells me he’s a genius. I’d love to meet him sometime.”

  “Um…Mrs. Weston…” Cora bit her plump lips in indecision.

  I could see her weighing her options. If she agreed, she’d be weaving our lives together more tightly. If she refused, she’d be offending my mom.

  “Call me Susan, please,” my mom admonished gently. “Why don’t you both come up with Jacob and Troy tomorrow night for dinner? Geoffrey couldn’t make it down today. He was feeling poorly and he ever so wanted to meet you. He was so disappointed.” Mom, the faker, made a sad face, clearly implying that my dad was in poor health when he was probably baling hay in the barn. He had the heart of a thirty-year-old.

  “Okay.” Cora’s pretty caramel-colored eyes looked a little glassy.

  Round two: Mom.

  “So Cora dear, Jake tells me you want to go back to school to get your college degree.”

  “Yes, I need to save up some money and then I want to go back to school.”

  “Where did you attend before?”

  “A college in Massachusetts.”

  “She’s modest, Mom. Cora went to MIT.” I pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

  “Oh! That’s fabulous. Beautiful and smart…but of course, now that you and Jake are serious, have you considered attending the University of Chicago or Northwestern instead?”

  At the word serious, Cora froze.

  My mom, bless her heart, just continued without missing a beat, “Of course, you don’t need to wait to go back to school. Jake could find another assistant and you could devote your time to getting your degree.” She sent me a mock frown. “Son, why aren’t you being supportive of Cora’s goals?”

  Round three: Mom.

  “You’re right as always, Mom.” I assumed an appropriately contrite face and turned to Cora. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing at her round-eyed, round-mouthed look. “Baby, where do you want to go to school?”

  “Eeep.”

  My mom reached over and patted Cora’s hand. “I know. I know. It took him long enough. Don’t be too upset with him.” She heaved a put-upon sigh. “I thought I raised my boys to be considerate and thoughtful, but men don’t think about these things like we do. Of course, I don’t mean to be sexist, but when I started dating Geoffrey, I had to constantly remind him about the little things. Jacob’s just like his father. A little absent-minded.”

  “Jake’s really thoughtful!” Her voice rising, Cora sat straighter, taking offense at my mom’s criticism. “He’s always looking out for my brother and me. He even helped my brother get back into Galileo Academy! And he’s not absent-minded. He’s sharp and insightful!”

  I grinned, warmed by her defense of me. Ignoring my mom’s presence, I leaned over for a nice long kiss. “Thanks, baby. I’m glad you think so.”

  Cora’s face turned pink and she peeked at my mom to check her reaction to my affectionate display, but I could tell her my mom would look like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

  “Hmm… that’s gratifying to hear, son. I’m glad you’re taking care of Cora. Now, back to the college question.”

  “Mrs. Weston… Susan, I can’t let Jake pay for school!” Cora sounded absolutely scandalized.

  “Why ever not? That’s what couples do. They support each other, in good and bad times.” She looked at Cora suspiciously. “Unless you plan to break my son’s heart by leaving him to go back to MIT. Don’t you care about Jacob?”

  “No! I mean, yes! I care about him!” Poor baby didn’t know what was up or what was down.

  Of course I knew she cared about me. She wouldn’t have given herself fully to me unless she felt something, but it was a relief to hear her say it out loud.

  Round four: Mom.

  My mom beamed with happiness. “I’m glad to hear it.” She leaned over and whispered theatrically. “I can’t tell you how I’ve longed to have a daughter. And you’re just perfect for my Jacob.”

  Ignoring Cora’s dumbfounded expression, my mom turned to me with a mock frown. “I hope you realize how lucky you are to have found such a treasure, Jacob. Don’t do anything to screw it up.”

  �
�I know, Mom.”

  “Good.” My mom turned back to Cora. “As for getting your education, I firmly believe it’s best for you to get your degree when you’re young.” She waved her hand casually. “You know, before you start having babies.

  “Eeep.”

  My poor baby was back to chirping again. She looked pale at the thought of having kids with me and I frowned. That was too damn bad because I wanted at least two kids…maybe three. Two boys and a little girl who looked just like her mom. Or maybe two girls and a boy. Hmm… no definitely two boys because they’d have to keep an eye on my little girl when she started dating… at age thirty.

  “Because I can tell you, once you start having a family, you won’t have time to do anything. Or course, Geoffrey and I would be so happy to look after the little ones anytime you needed!” She peered at Cora with concern. “Oh, did you not want to have a family?”

  “No! I mean, yes, I want a family some day.” Cora darted a glance at me.

  I squeezed her hand and smiled. “You’re going to be a great mom. You could still have a career, baby. I won’t make you stay home if you don’t want to. We could always hire a nanny.”

  “I don’t want some stranger to raise my kids.”

  My mom winked at me and I almost lost my composure. “Whatever you want, baby. I’ll support you. I’ll delegate my work to Troy or another manager when that time comes.”

  “Wonderful! You two will have such adorable little ones. I can’t wait. Maybe you should look into starting school this fall. I’m sure we know someone at the school who could make an exception for a late application. Jacob, maybe you should call Merrill Anderson. I think he’s the president at University of Chicago now.”

  “First thing on Monday, Mom.”

  “Oh, silly me. I’ll have Geoffrey talk to him on Sunday. They’re playing golf together.” Smiling, my mom sat back and folded her hands in her lap. “Oh and of course, you should look into getting her an apartment that’s closer to the school. It’s not safe to be commuting at night when she has to study late.”