Her Billionaire Secret Part 1: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
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He was right when he’d told her she was lying. She’d lied about having seen it all before. And she’d go to hell for saying he was no different to any other man. She’d only had two relationships, the last over a year previously.
Neither of her lovers was a match for Tevis Drummond.
Lovers? They’d been little more than good friends who’d ended up in her bed. They both wanted more of her time than she was prepared to give, and each had faded back to being friends again.
Tevis wasn’t the sort of man looking for a friendship. He was a man who took what he wanted. It would be exciting while it lasted. But it wouldn’t last long.
At the moment she was a new challenge. Once conquered, he’d move on.
The water stopped. He was moving around the bathroom. Any moment he would be back. She pulled off the robe and stuffed it under her pillow. The spare pillow she lay in the centre of the bed.
Let him think what he liked. If he crossed the barrier she’d scream the house down.
Turning over so she wouldn’t have to see him, she pulled up the covers to cover half her face. Closing her eyes to feign sleep, she listened to his every movement as he came back into the bedroom.
Footsteps. He was at his side of the bed.
A chuckle. He’d seen her pillow barrier.
It’s not funny. I mean it. Don’t you dare cross it.
His side of the bed sinking as he slipped beneath the covers.
A softly whispered, ‘Good night, Claire,’ as he pulled the covers over his body.
Why did he have to do that?
His steady breathing as he stared at her back.
I’m not moving.
The change in his breathing as he fell to sleep.
A feeling deep inside. Disappointment? No, it can’t be. This was my choice.
Chapter Six
TEVIS
He didn’t know how she’d got there. Claire lay on her back, one side of her body pressed against him. As soon as she woke she’d have something to say, because during his sleep his hand had found her breast and her legs were pinned down with one of his.
He lifted his head carefully off the pillow, trying not to disturb her. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, he could see the wide bed space at the other side of Claire. He’d definitely not moved. They were both on his side of the bed. The pillow she’d put between them was also gone.
He grinned as he lay back down. Whether it was deliberate or not, Claire had moved across the bed to snuggle up to him.
She’d broken her own rules and he wasn’t about to be a gentleman. Claire had given him such a ball-ache last night he’d had to relieve himself in the shower. Even now his cock was hardening, pressing against the bare flesh of her thighs.
He stared at her face, illuminated by light coming through a crack in the curtains. Her eyes were closed, her lashes feathering her cheeks, her breathing even. Her hair fanned across the pillows and she smelled of flowers. He liked the scent of it, somehow innocent but sexy.
Slowly he stroked her breast, his thumb finding her nipple through the soft material of her tee-shirt. Even as she slept, the sensitive nub hardened under his touch. His dick was now rock hard but he dare not move.
To keep the peace, he should close his eyes and feign sleep as she had done last night, but he couldn’t. Desire had a stronger pull. He continued to stare at her profile, slowly abrading her hard nipple through the fabric of her tee-shirt.
Claire’s breathing changed. She took a short husky breath but her eyes remained closed. Shifting his position slightly he lifted his head allowing his warm breath to fan her face. She gave a tiny shudder in response.
Her lips parted and she pressed herself harder against his hand. If she wasn’t awake, he was giving her a hell of a sexy dream.
Her lids lifted and those gorgeous brown eyes looked at him. Their familiarity hit him again. Especially now as she smiled at him and put her finger to his lips to silence him before he spoke.
Slowly she slid her hand down his chest. Every muscle twitched under her touch. Her fingers trailed down his stomach and he pulled away from her slightly, still staring into her eyes as, finally, she touched his cock. Unable to stop himself, he jerked in response. Desire for her swept through him.
He had so little control when it came to her.
He was the dominant one but Claire had the power to bring him to his knees.
Deliberately, she stroked his length.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Please,” she whispered.
Winner. She’d capitulated.
Forcing her legs apart, he dipped his hand between her legs and stroked her panties along the length of her slit. She bucked violently beneath him, her eyes wide with want. She was so fucking ready the soft fabric was slick with her juices.
“Do you want me now?” he growled.
“No foreplay,” she moaned huskily. “Just fuck me!”
Claire had no idea. The whole damned evening had been foreplay. This was inevitable.
When he failed to move, she let go of his cock and started to tug her panties down.
He grinned. “Lady,” he growled, “hang on, you’re getting what you asked for.”
He didn’t know if her low groan in response was anticipation of the pleasure to come or admittance of defeat. He wasn’t going to give her time to analyse it. Roughly he ripped apart the skimpy panties, climbing between her legs as he forced her tee-shirt over her tits.
With his cock at her slick entrance, he dipped his head to tease a nipple, pulling hard on it with his teeth. She arched off the bed, spreading her legs wider as she tried to take him inside.
Primitive need exploded deep down. Without warning, he thrust his cock into her, balls deep.
Her sweet moan of pleasure was echoed by his own long satisfied groan.
Wrapping her legs around him, Claire pinned him hard against her, gripping his arms so tightly her fingernails dug into his flesh. She writhed on his cock, grinding herself on him. Sweet beautiful Claire was a fucking tigress!
The little restraint he had left, disappeared.
He fucked her hard.
So damned hard.
His little hellion gave him as much back. Meeting him thrust for thrust, she fucked him as if he were the last man in the world.
Claire moaned little breathy ‘fuck me’ words as he pumped into her over and over again as he drove her on. As his body demanded to be satisfied by her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathing rasping. Claire moaned beneath him, her body arching to him in an age-old sexual dance.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to hold back. He was damned determined to have her screaming his name before he let go.
Damn. I can’t hold on much longer!
“Fuck!”
“Tevis!!!” Her scream was long and unrestrained. Her eyes wild and unfocused.
Claire’s fingers ripped at him as he shot everything he had into her hot, passionate, delicious body.
With a final hard buck, he collapsed against her, listening to her soft raspy breathing. The air felt cool on his heated body and they both smelled of sex. He could live on that smell forever. The smell of Claire sated.
“Next time, we take it slower,” he murmured.
“There won’t be a ‘next time’,” she whispered back.
He rolled over, pulling her with him so she lay across his chest, her head on his shoulder, her dark hair spread across them both.
Gently he kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep, Claire. It’s still early.”
He listened to her breathing. She never moved from his arms as she drifted off. Slowly he stroked the length of her back but she never moved.
‘There won’t be a ‘next time’.’ She’d sounded so sure.
No, Claire, you’re wrong. There’s going to be a good deal of fucking.
I’ll never get enough of you.
You’re mine.
No other man will tou
ch you again.
CONTINUED IN PART 2
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