The Unknown Billionaire (Captured by Love Book 6)

by Charles,Miranda P.

  How could Jarryd arouse feelings in her that no one else had ever managed to stir?

  Jarryd teased her nipples with his tongue, then continued kissing his way down her body. Kneeling in front of her, he parted her pussy lips, revealing to him her swollen nub eager for his attention.

  Jarryd didn’t disappoint. He poked out his tongue and licked her slowly with its tip, then closed his lips on her clit, sucking gently.

  She cried, her legs trembling. She braced herself against his shoulders arching her hips against him wantonly.

  “You want more, huh?” Jarryd mumbled, kneading her butt while he continued to lave her nub. “I love it when you want more.”

  “Yes, more,” she said shamelessly. “I always want more with you.”

  With a groan, Jarryd got to his feet and held her against him in a tight embrace, his mouth seeking hers. Then before she knew it, he had her lying in bed, her ass at the edge and her legs dangling to the floor. He parted her thighs and knelt in between.

  “I love that you’re soaking for me,” Jarryd rasped before burying his tongue in her slit.

  “Jarryd!”

  “Tell me, baby. I wanna hear it.”

  She grabbed a fistful of his hair. “More, please.”

  With a delighted growl, Jarryd licked his way up to her clit, pushing two fingers into her wet heat. Tirelessly, he pleasured her with his mouth and fingers, while all she could do was absorb all he was giving her, her release building up and up.

  “Can’t wait to be inside this delicious pussy,” Jarryd murmured as he continued to lick, suck and stroke.

  “Then do it now,” she gasped. “Make me come with your cock.”

  “Ah, you’re such a temptress.” Jarryd stood up abruptly and hastily took off his clothes.

  But she wanted to return the favour first. Scrambling to a sitting position, she pulled Jarryd close so that his erection was right in front of her face. She tasted the dew that formed at the tip before running her tongue on its velvety length. Then, while tugging him at the base, she put him in her mouth.

  Jarryd groaned.

  “By the way... I have... another present... for you,” Marilyn said in between sucks.

  “All I want is you, babe,” Jarryd said breathlessly, running a gentle hand on her bobbing head.

  She looked up at him. “This present is connected to that.”

  “What is it?”

  She twirled her tongue on the head of his erection as she cupped his balls. “I’m on the pill. You can ditch the condom.”

  Jarryd’s mouth dropped open. Then he was hauling her back on the bed and eagerly settling himself between her legs. “I want inside here right now,” he grunted, inserting his hardness into her welcoming channel.

  Her giggle turned into moans as Jarryd pushed himself to the hilt, moving in and out of her. Slowly. Steadily. Purposefully.

  Their eyes locked, watching the play of desire and pleasure in each other’s faces as they climbed the crest together.

  “I love you,” she whispered, grabbing his behind to urge him to move faster as her hips undulated to meet his in perfect synchrony.

  Jarryd pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her fervently as he drove in deeper, harder. “Say it again,” he ordered, adjusting his thrusts so he was hitting her clit with every move.

  She gasped, her whole body tensing. “I love you,” she cried as her body clamped hard around his cock over and over.

  “Ahh, I love you,” Jarryd said through gritted teeth, driving into her with abandon, his face contorted with pleasure. Then he stilled for a beat before he yelled in ecstasy, erupting inside her, filling her with his come.

  *****

  Marilyn stared at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom as Jarryd stood behind her, clasping her new necklace around her neck.

  There were both fully dressed—she in her strapless navy-blue dress and grey sash, and Jarryd in his fabulous light grey suit and navy-blue tie.

  “There,” Jarryd said, kissing her bare shoulder when he finished, then standing beside her in front of the mirror. “We do look like a cute couple, don’t we?”

  “We sure do,” she said, putting an arm around his waist. “I can’t wait to introduce you to our family friends tonight.”

  Jarryd beamed at her. “Speaking of tonight, will I be the only one attending your folks’ party for the first time?”

  “No. There’ll be around a dozen or so who are not regular invitees. They’re acquaintances of my parents who currently have business dealings with Grant Ace. For some of them, it would be their first time attending. And unless they become really strong business partners, they might not get invited again in the future, simply because my parents try to limit the head count to one hundred.”

  “Apart from some of our friends, would I know any of the guests?”

  She pursed her lips in thought. “I don’t think so.”

  “Patrick O’Neill hasn’t changed his mind about not coming, has he?” Jarryd said in a teasing voice. “I’m surprised he didn’t move mountains so he could come, especially since he seems to be such a big fan of you Grants, having asked all of you to join him on his show.”

  Marilyn laughed. “Apparently, he couldn’t get out of his family commitments in Brisbane. Mum said he was really keen on going. If he weren’t out of town, he most definitely would be there tonight.”

  “There’s next year for him, I suppose.”

  “That’s not guaranteed. Depends on his relationship with Grant Ace next year. He’s not a close business associate.”

  “Well, I’ll keep it in mind to show your parents how good I am to you so I make it on the invite list again next year,” Jarryd quipped.

  She laughed, thrilled that he was already assuming they’d still be together in a year’s time. She hoped so too. She twined her fingers with his. “Let’s go?”

  Jarryd nodded and they walked to her garage. It was Jarryd’s idea to use her Mercedes-Benz, jokingly saying that his four-year-old Toyota Camry would stand out like a sore thumb amongst the luxury vehicles that would be parking outside the Grants’ house tonight. She’d told him it didn’t matter, but Jarryd had been adamant, saying that their “matching” outfits deserved to be transported in her car rather than his.

  She wasn’t happy that Jarryd thought he had to keep up appearances for her sake, but she let the matter rest. There’d be another time and place where she could assure him that there was not a single thing he needed to change about himself to fit into her life.

  Her parents’ street was still empty of cars parked on the street when they got there. It was perfect, because she wanted Jarryd to feel settled and relaxed before the other guests arrived. Fortunately, their close friends would be attending tonight. She was bursting to tell all of them about her and Jarryd. The girls had promised they’d drag their men to the party early so they could have a good chat before they’d have to mingle with the others and talk shop.

  Gosh, she felt like a giddy woman excited at falling in love for the first time. Well, she guessed she had fallen in true love for the first time. She certainly hadn’t felt this strongly for anyone else before.

  But more than anything, one fact was making her happy like nothing else had ever had.

  Jarryd loved her. They were in love with each other and she was glad he’d be by her side as her date tonight.

  It was only the second time she’d taken a date to her parents’ Christmas Eve party—the first time being with that betraying bastard whose name she didn’t even want to remember.

  And Jarryd was bound to deter a guy who’d been hassling her for dates. She hadn’t told Jarryd about him, hoping he wouldn’t be attending tonight. But she’d seen his name on the guest list her mum had shown her, and he was coming with his mother.

  Marilyn was surprised that her parents had invited Elliot Greeves and his mother Olivia to the party for the first time.

  Well, her dad did believe in making friends with the competit
ion. He’d always thought that if things ever go sour, there was less chance of people wanting to vent their anger in the public arena if friendships were established in the first place.

  He had a point. Grant Ace had been in some fierce battle with other companies for one reason or another, but the disputes had remained in the boardrooms. Her parents—her dad, in particular—were great at separating the individual entity from the corporate entity. That was a big reason why Grant Ace had managed to avoid the unwanted spotlight for the most part.

  Her father’s philosophy must have rubbed off on Elliot. The persistent man—who she’d met for the first time at a charity event a few months ago—hadn’t backed off asking her out even when Grant Ace had made a bid for Well of Brilliance against Greeves Minerals. Unfortunately, Elliot hadn’t taken the hint from her constant refusal.

  Well, Elliot would know tonight that she was well and truly taken. She might even introduce Jarryd to him the moment he turned up at the party.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Jarryd felt excited as he and Marilyn walked up the path to the Grants’ house. The front garden looked festive, with blinking fairy lights draped around trees and potted plants. Big colourful lightbulbs lined the eaves of the Federation mansion.

  He was glad they were early. He’d get the chance to chat with Marilyn’s parents before they got busy entertaining other people. After he and Marilyn had said I love you to each other for the first time, he also wanted to deepen his relationship with Barry and Alice.

  At least he didn’t have to worry about Patrick O’Neill being at the party. That was a huge relief. He’d thought he’d have to talk to the man and make threats and promises so Patrick would keep his mouth shut about their conflict. Lucky there was no need for that.

  “Your parents aren’t expecting you to stay overnight, are they?” he asked Marilyn.

  “They probably are. I usually do every year because I tend to have a few glasses of wine. Mum’s big on me not driving after I’ve been drinking. And I’m sure she’d worry about you too. Don’t be surprised if she persuades us both to stay overnight.”

  “But if I stayed here too, they’d probably get me to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, right?”

  “My parents are pretty open-minded. I’m sure they won’t mind if you stay with me in my old bedroom, especially since I’m twenty-eight and you’re thirty-one. Besides, they like you already.”

  “Who changes the bedsheets?” he whispered in her ear.

  Marilyn chuckled. “Bea, the housekeeper.”

  “Good.” There were bound to be a few wet spots. He’d hate for Barry and Alice to notice those.

  “We can’t make a noise, though,” Marilyn said.

  “Okay.”

  Marilyn snorted.

  He was going to tease her that she was the one who was loud in bed when Alice and Barry appeared at the front door to greet them. To his delight, even Barry gave him a hug hello.

  “Oh, don’t you look beautiful and handsome in your outfits,” Alice said.

  “Marilyn obviously dragged Jarryd around the shops,” Barry quipped.

  “She sure did,” Jarryd said cheerily. “And she chose this suit for me. She has great taste.”

  Barry looked him up and down. “Nice,” the older man said, clearly appreciating his clothing.

  “This is pretty,” Alice murmured, touching Marilyn’s heart lock pendant and leaning in for a closer look.

  “It’s Jarryd’s Christmas present to me,” Marilyn said a tad shyly.

  “It’s beautiful. You have good taste too, Jarryd,” Alice said with a wide smile, with Barry nodding his acknowledgement.

  “Thank you,” Jarryd replied. He didn’t need the Grants’ approval, but he was glad that they were continuing to show him they weren’t bothered by the fact that he “couldn’t afford” to give Marilyn what she was accustomed to. Clearly, all they wanted was for Marilyn to be happy with her choice of boyfriend.

  “Why don’t you two come with me while I check that everything’s in place before the guests arrive,” Alice said. “Barry will man the door.”

  Jarryd happily followed Alice and Marilyn through the house and noticed a tall Christmas tree standing proudly in the formal living room. There were stacks of large and small boxes sitting underneath it. He wondered if they were real gifts or just decorations.

  He hadn’t bought Marilyn’s parents anything. The Grants didn’t want gifts for themselves. Instead, they’d requested their guests to donate to one of the five charities they’d mentioned in their invitation. He’d donated twice to each of them, first under his name, and second as an anonymous donor for much larger amounts.

  The festive decor flowed through the whole property, with more fairy lights and lanterns in the shape of stars dotting the large back garden.

  The caterers were finishing setting up food trays on top of two extra-long buffet tables. He inhaled deeply, letting the aroma reach his nostrils, and his mouth watered instantly.

  “It smells good here,” he murmured to Marilyn. “I’m getting hungry.”

  “Me too, considering we hardly ate lunch.”

  He grinned at her.

  “Didn’t you two have lunch?” Alice interjected. “Why don’t you have something now? No sense waiting for everyone to arrive if you’re hungry.”

  “Okay,” Marilyn said, taking his hand and dragging him to one of the buffet tables, her cheeks reddening.

  He chuckled at Marilyn’s attempt to hide her embarrassment from her mother. “What’s with the blush, babe?”

  “You think I can tell my mother I didn’t eat much because I was too busy having sex?” she whispered.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, as if he’d just remembered what they’d done earlier in the day. “Especially when you were supposed to eat roast beef, but preferred my beef instead.”

  Marilyn pinched his side. “That is so bad!”

  He laughed out loud, pulling her to him and kissing her temple.

  “Hey, look who’s here,” a male voice called out.

  Lucas and Jade were walking hand in hand towards them, both grinning from ear to ear.

  “Good to see you guys hugging and kissing rather than avoiding each other,” Lucas teased. “What happened?”

  “What happened?” Jade said to her husband. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  “Well, I never got to finish my conversation with Jarryd at Rick and Lexie’s,” Lucas drawled. “But I’m glad you guys sorted it out.”

  “Jarryd decided that we did have enough spark after all,” Marilyn joked, glancing at him.

  Jarryd squeezed Marilyn tight, remembering how hurt she’d been at his words. “Turns out I can be a big moron sometimes.”

  “Hey, Jade,” Marilyn said. “Wanna have a girlie chat before I get busy playing co-hostess?”

  “Yes! Cassie and Carter and Erin and Brad are here now too. We saw them parking outside.”

  Marilyn grabbed a piece of sushi and led Jade away, the two women giving them a wave.

  “Hey, what about me?” Lucas called out.

  “Jarryd will fill you in,” Marilyn said.

  Jarryd chuckled. “I wonder what gets added in a girls-only talk that they don’t want to share with us.”

  “Who knows,” Lucas said. “Anyway, I’m dying to know your story. How about you start now before we get interrupted again?”

  “Fine,” he said with a laugh.

  He told Lucas what he’d told Marilyn, pausing when Carter and Brad joined them and starting again from the beginning. His buddies were teasing him about staying overnight at the Grants’ when the girls appeared by their side.

  “Excuse me, guys,” Marilyn said, linking her arms with his. “I need to show off my boyfriend to someone.”

  “Okay,” Brad said. “You might be interested to know that he only said he was a moron about five times.”

  Jarryd laughed. “Well, I was. I’m just glad Marilyn has forgiven me.”

  “Because you’r
e so hot,” Marilyn said teasingly, leading him away from their friends and towards the house. “I need to introduce you to someone who keeps asking me out and wouldn’t take the hint even though I keep declining his invitations.”

  He frowned. “You haven’t mentioned guys hassling you for a date before.”

  “I keep forgetting. It’s not like they’re at the forefront of my mind when I’m with you.”

  He slipped an arm around her waist. “You say the sweetest things.”

  “It’s true,” Marilyn said with a shrug. “Anyway, his name’s Elliot Greeves, the COO of Greeves Minerals. He just arrived with his mother Olivia, the CEO. They’re a bit early.”

  Jarryd stumbled at the steps leading back into the house, catching himself in time before he fell flat on his face.

  “You okay?”

  “Uh... yeah. Um, can I go to the bathroom first?”

  “Sure. Use my en suite upstairs if you like. More private.”

  “Okay. Haven’t you told this Elliot guy about me before?”

  “No. The last time he asked me out, he did it via email, inviting me to some show at the Opera House. It seemed funny to reply with ‘leave me alone, I have a boyfriend.’ Anyway, he’s not annoying, just persistent.”

  “Right. Okay, I’ll be back. In the meantime, avoid Elliot.”

  Marilyn chuckled. “I will.”

  Jarryd made his way upstairs, his heart galloping and sweat beading all over his body.

  Elliot and Olivia were here? He’d casually asked Olivia what she and Elliot were doing for both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Olivia had said they were having a quiet Christmas Eve, then celebrating with her sister’s family the next day.

  Well, he supposed they’d had a last-minute change of plans and decided to come to this party. Why in the hell had it not occurred to him that they might be on the guest list? There he was, worrying about Patrick and completely forgetting about Elliot and Olivia. Just because they were competing with the Grants for Well of Brilliance didn’t mean they weren’t friends with Marilyn’s parents.