The Billionaire's Kisses: Billionaire Brothers

by Julie Farrell

  He swigged his whiskey and felt his mood start to nosedive as he pondered the possibility that Dylan might be right about Tariq being a murderer. He gripped his glass hard, and his bubbling fury rose. But then he heard Amy’s sweet singing coming from the shower, and the heat in his anger was replaced with passion. He smiled. Once you got beneath that steely exterior, Amy was fun and kind. And that tight little body, those sweet red lips, and that perfect pussy drove him wild with desire. He couldn’t wait to be thrusting her into paradise again soon. He was struck with an overwhelming need to make his mark on her, to utterly possess her thoughts – so that the only name on her lips was his. He wanted to ensure she couldn’t walk straight from all the pleasure he gave her. And then do it all again.

  He ran his finger around the rim of his crystal glass and grinned.

  Amy’s sensual voice purred, pulling him out of his dirty thoughts. “Hey, Adam. I know you said you like it when I’m wet, so here I am.”

  He glanced up and his cock immediately hardened. Her skin was still damp from the shower, and she was striking a pose that emphasised her glorious curves – resting on one foot and sticking out her hip. She’d let her blonde hair flow around her shoulders, and her expression was relaxed. But it was what she was wearing that had Adam captivated. Earlier, before they’d left New York, Amy had gone off for half an hour to do some last-minute souvenir shopping. Now Adam realised what she’d bought.

  She was wearing stockings, heels, and a garter belt – which was sexy enough – but on her upper half she wore a red quarter-cup bra, which pushed up her bare breasts, making her look slutty yet sophisticated. The bra was lacy and sheer, but Adam wasn’t interested in the lingerie – he was mesmerised by her fabulous body. The pendant he’d given her last night hung snugly between her perfect breasts now and he yearned to join it. Amy threw her hand to her hip and bent at the waist, posing like a porn star. Then she strutted over to where Adam was sitting and halted in front of him.

  “Hi,” she said.

  “You look amazing. I’m fucking lost for words.”

  “That’s a first. But I can think of plenty of other things you can do with your mouth.”

  She ran her fingers through his hair and lowered her tits in his face, so he moved his head forward, and gently sucked one of her nipples, flicking it with his tongue. Seeing her dressed like this was electrifying. His cock needed to fuck her hard, right now.

  “You’re awesome, sweetheart,” he whispered.

  She grinned. “You’re pretty hot yourself.”

  He wrapped his hands around her ass and ran his fingers over the top of her stockings. She groaned throatily, letting him know he was doing the right thing. He lowered his head down further and delved his tongue into her satin panties. She tasted sweet – a mixture of hot pussy and perfumed soap. He pulled her roughly forward by the ass and gently sucked her clit, which caused her to buckle at the knees.

  “Yes, Adam!”

  He clambered to his feet, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her hard. “God, you’re fucking turning me on!”

  “That was the plan.”

  “But I need to show you who’s in charge here.” He stepped around so that he was behind her. “Bend over,” he whispered.

  Amy shot a sexy glance over her shoulder, then she did as she was instructed, resting her palms on the edge of the velvety couch. Adam grabbed her butt, then delved his fingers into her panties to fondle her wet pussy – firstly circling the outside, then plunging two fingers into the warm stickiness. She lifted one leg, resting her knee on the couch, so he could slide his fingers deep inside her. Her pussy was warm and tight, and he couldn’t wait to thrust his cock into her. But first he wanted to explore her fabulous body some more. He withdrew his fingers and grabbed her hips from behind, then he knelt on the floor behind her, so he could give her oral from here – moving her panties out the way and licking hungrily between her buttocks. She gasped breathily as he gently tongued her rim, then he slipped his fingers into her pussy again, stimulating her G-spot in precisely the place where he could make her come as fast or as slow as he wanted.

  Amy’s pussy gripped around his fingers, but she pulled away and turned to face him. “You’re so fucking good at that,” she said.

  Still on his knees, he smirked. “Glad to hear it, babe.”

  “But I want your cock inside me,” she purred.

  Maintaining smutty eye contact, she joined him on her knees and reached out to unzip his trousers, then she tugged out his straining erection and started to move her hand up and down the shaft. She pulled a wrapped condom out from where she’d stashed it in one of her bra cups, and proceeded to roll it over his cock.

  “I was thinking about you when I was showering. I started to touch myself, but it’s not the same as having you pounding hard into me.”

  “I was just thinking that very same thing, sweetheart.”

  He dropped his head forward and kissed her collarbone, working down to those gorgeous tits, then he flicked his tongue over her nipple, as they both scrambled up and onto the couch. Amy sat back and Adam knelt on the edge, between her legs. His cock stuck out eagerly in front of him, desperate to take her.

  “I want to fuck you in your sexy underwear,” he said, nuzzling his face into her neck.

  She chuckled. “I don’t think it would fit you!”

  Adam laughed. “You’re gonna get an extra thrill for being cheeky!”

  “Lucky me.”

  He grabbed his erection and directed it towards her pussy, moving her panties to one side and inserting the tip, then the next few inches. Amy’s head dropped back and she gasped, gently rubbing her clit with her own fingers. It turned him on so much to see her touching herself – making him want her urgently – so he reached around and pulled her completely over him, rocking her hips back and forth with his hands. Amy draped her arms and legs around his body, grinding her hips into him and using him to satisfy herself. Adam gasped as he felt Amy’s nails dig into his back, tensing up as the passion took her. He thrust deeply, pulling her hips down to stimulate her clit and G-spot, and he grinned as he felt the orgasm take her. This was the part he loved. Right now, as she was dropping her head back and groaning, she was completely gone – totally his. The feel of her pussy gripping him tight threw Adam’s pleasure over the edge and he ejaculated deep inside her, marking her as his, as the world swirled joyfully around him. It was an honour to hear her groaning – once, twice, three times. His ego loved knowing that he’d caused this immense pleasure within her. He thrust again, as her groans became moans, then whimpers of delight. Amy’s breathing slowed, and she relaxed her arms around him, as she floated back down to earth.

  He turned his head to look at her rosy cheeks and blissful expression. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, suddenly worried that she might leave him. What the fuck? He’d never worried about things like that before.

  She opened her eyes and gazed at him affectionately. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you. And welcome to the mile high club!”

  She burst into giggles, and Adam laughed, too.

  Chapter Twenty

  Amy had felt like a member of a rock band as she’d strode across the asphalt at the little London airfield an hour ago. Her body and mind were exhausted, but she was excited about bringing Adam back to her apartment. It was only nine o’clock, so perhaps they could have some tea and listen to music before going to bed – get to know each other a bit better. Life sparkled with an exhilaration that she hadn’t known since she was a child. No matter what else could be said about Adam, he certainly made her feel special.

  She led Adam up to her one-bedroom apartment, feeling slightly ashamed of the grottiness here compared to lavish Manhattan. Islington was a nice enough area of London, but it was quite trendy, which made it expensive – Amy could only afford a small and basic place.

  She opened the front door and smiled shyly at him in th
e hallway, suddenly feeling nervous now that they’d landed back in reality. This was boring old Islington and she was only Amy Carter. Adam possessed a touch of otherworldness, which was completely alien to Amy’s normal life. It was like taking a Hollywood movie star out of the latest blockbuster and casting him in a tacky soap opera. Here, Adam seemed larger than life.

  Amy gestured to the squashed hallway. “Well, this is home. It’s not very big – in fact, your private jet is bigger than my apartment!”

  He wrapped his arms around her. “As long as you’re here, I’m happy, babe.”

  Amy opened her mouth to ask if he’d like some tea. But the sound of James’s gravelly voice called from the living room. “Hey, welcome back! Were those Quinlan bastards as arrogant as we were expecting? Still think they can push us about?”

  James swaggered out into the hallway and halted in shock. It suddenly struck Amy how much of an IT geek her ex was – with his scruffy hair and thick-rimmed glasses. He was wearing jogging bottoms and a heavy-metal T-shirt; he needed a shave, and probably also a shower.

  His stared at Adam with daggers. “Who’s this?”

  Adam draped his arm possessively over Amy’s shoulders. “Hi, James. I’m one of those arrogant Quinlan bastards. Surprise.”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Well, I was about to ask you the same thing. See, from what I heard, you’re no longer a part of Ms Carter’s life – other than being her subordinate at work.”

  James’s face flashed with confusion. “Amy, what’s going on?”

  Amy felt sorry for him in a strange way. They’d spent some nice years together. James wasn’t a bad person – just a bad boyfriend.

  “I think you should leave,” Amy said. “We can divide everything up another time.”

  “But we discussed this. Where am I supposed to go? You can’t afford to give me my half of this month’s rent, so I’ll stay until the finances are levelled out – that’s what we agreed.”

  Adam turned and opened the front door. “The arrangement’s changed, James. This is goodbye.”

  James folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not leaving.”

  Adam smiled coolly and stepped forward so he was nose-to-nose with James. “Listen, buddy, I don’t think you understand. This isn’t an optional offer; it’s a demand. Amy’s my girlfriend now and I’m not a guy who tolerates his girl living with an old flame. You’ve got ten minutes to pack your bags.”

  “What?”

  Adam glanced at his Rolex. “Starting from now.”

  James craned around Adam’s toned bulk. “Amy, is this true?”

  Amy tried to stay cool, but she let a grin slip. It was presumptuous of Adam to say she was his girlfriend, but she wasn’t going to argue. In fact, it made her feel proud and excited.

  “It’s true.”

  “But where do you expect me to go?”

  Adam stepped away from him. “I’m sure your assistant will welcome you into her arms.”

  James grimaced. “She broke it off with me.”

  “Then find a hotel. You’re in London – there are plenty to choose from.” Adam glanced at his watch. “Nine minutes and counting.”

  James scowled like a dominant dog, toppled off his throne. Even though Adam hadn’t actually said what would happen after the ten minutes was up, Amy could see that James didn’t want to find out. Adam was tall, toned, and tersely terrifying. Not someone for the shorter and skinnier James to argue with. Not only was Adam physically and mentally stronger than James, he was also now practically his boss.

  James shook his head wearily, then slunk off to pack his bags, muttering expletives.

  Adam turned and threw Amy a smirk. “Any other pests you need me to remove?”

  She chuckled. “No, just that one – thank you. You want some tea?”

  “Sure, I’d love some.”

  Amy led him through to her cramped kitchen, which the landlord hadn’t modernised for decades. The bright red cupboard doors and the checkerboard floor tiles always made her feel like she was in a 1950s American sitcom, like I Love Lucy. It was quirky and unique, but it could do with a facelift. She grabbed the kettle and filled it at the huge ceramic sink, then she flicked on the power and turned to face Adam.

  He was leaning against the old-fashioned pantry door, looking incongruous yet gorgeous. It was like being visited by Elvis. Amy wondered how she’d got here, and whether this was for real. Really for real. Did he actually want to be with her as much as he said? He seemed so sincere and she wanted to believe him. But she was afraid he might break her heart.

  Amy opened her mouth to ask him to please be brutally honest with her, but the front door slammed shut. James had left without saying goodbye.

  Amy winced. “Shall we go and sit in the living room?”

  He stepped over and wrapped her in his arms. “Sure. Don’t worry about him, okay? He’ll be fine.”

  She rested her head against his firm chest. “I hope so.”

  They went through to the living room, which also needed modernising. The couch was an old velour thing that she and James had found at a yard sale, and the wallpaper was peeling in the corners. But Adam didn’t seem fazed by her less-extravagant living standards compared to his expensive luxury. He drifted over and gazed at one of her half-finished paintings, which was propped up on an easel. Amy had started it a few weeks ago, but had been too busy with James and work to get any more done. It was a landscape in oils, inspired by her hometown in the suburbs.

  He spoke sincerely “This is awesome, Amy. You’re extremely talented.”

  “Thanks – I just do it for pleasure. You know, to unwind and relax.”

  “Well, I think you should share your talent with the world. Don’t keep it hidden away in here. The world needs more people like you in it. You can inspire them, okay?”

  She smiled shyly. “Thanks. Would you like to sit down?”

  “Sure.”

  They sat on the creaky, lumpy sofa together and Adam wrapped her in his arms.

  She kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Adam, I need to know the truth, so please be honest with me. Did you say I was your girlfriend just to get rid of James?”

  He held her tight. “No, I really meant it. You’re totally under my skin. I’ve never wanted a permanent thing with a woman before. But you… You sure are one special lady.”

  “You’re a special man. After you get past the arrogant cockiness.”

  He chuckled and kissed her. “It’s all part of my charm.”

  Amy laughed, then pulled out of his arms to put on some ambient music. Now that they’d established Adam’s intentions, there was something else she needed to know. She turned to face him, feeling as if the space between them was cavernous. The tension crackled between them with magnetic force. Amy’s nervousness bolted her feet into the threadbare carpet, but her desire was telling her to go over and snuggle into his arms.

  She threw a hand to her hip. “So are you gonna tell me what this project is all about?”

  Adam locked his gaze with hers. “Hmm… Well, maybe we can trade secrets. You tell me what you know about my dead brother, and I’ll tell you about his project.”

  Amy was assaulted with a flash of the photo of Ivan bound and gagged. She sat back on the couch and held Adam’s hand. “Are you sure you wanna know what Tariq told me?”

  “Yeah. I’ve given it some thought, and I’m sure. Then at least Tariq won’t be able to use it against me, right? Knowledge is power, huh?”

  “Okay.” Amy squeezed his hand supportively. “Well, basically Tariq told me that him and Ivan were lovers.”

  Adam’s face didn’t flicker. Amy realised he’d make an excellent poker player.

  “Right?” he said.

  “And… Tariq showed me a photo of a guy who looked like Ivan who was bound and gagged. He said they played bondage sex games together. Asphyxiation. You know, strangling each other – that kind of thing.”

  “Auto-asphyx…?”


  “Yeah.”

  Adam stared ahead of himself for a moment, saying nothing. Then he gazed at her and asked, “Do you think Tariq murdered my brother?”

  Amy was taken a-back by the direct line of questioning. She did think it was possible, but she wasn’t a hundred percent sure of anything anymore, and she certainly didn’t want to accuse an innocent man of murder. Despite his blackmailing schemes, Tariq actually seemed gentle and harmless.

  Amy decided to answer Adam’s question with one of her own. “Do you think Dylan knows more about this than he’s letting on?”

  Adam shook his head. “No, I think Dylan would’ve told me if he knew anything. He’s been saying all along he’s got a gut-feeling that Tariq killed Ivan… Maybe his intuitions are right?”

  Amy rubbed her tired eyes. “I’ll meet up with Tariq when we get back to the States as arranged. Maybe I can find out more.”

  “Hmm…” Adam reached out and gently lifted her feet up onto his lap, then he started to massage them. This tender gesture melted Amy’s tension away; she sat back against the arm of the couch, and enjoyed the foot rub. His touch sent gloopy contentment up her legs, like sinking into a warm bath. But it was erotic as well as romantic. A pure smile of affection landed on Amy’s lips, as she admitted to herself that he was wonderful.

  “I don’t want to put you in danger,” Adam said, as he massaged. “I’m still not happy about this plan.”

  “I’ll be okay. You’ll be there watching my back. I know you won’t let anything happen to me. And, to be honest, Tariq seems… he just seems like an unhappy man who’s lost his lover. As far as I can tell he just wants their work back…”

  Adam focused on kneading the sole of her foot with his strong fingers. Amy was still wearing her stockings, and her skirt was hitched up to her thighs – she knew it would be easy to turn this into a love-making session. He threw her an affectionate glance, which sizzled between her thighs, but Amy wasn’t prepared to let him get away with distracting her from fulfilling his side of the bargain.