Heart of the Billionaire:

by J. S. Scott

  “Somebody needs to and I just did, Sunshine. And that’s just the beginning. Meet me downstairs.” He turned and left, pulling the bedroom door closed behind him.

  Maddie was fuming as she entered the bathroom, tempted to chase Sam’s ass down and tell him off. But she needed to prepare herself. He had her so angry right now that she wouldn’t be at all effective at shooting him down in her current mood.

  Who the hell was running her clinic? Were they taking good care of the people there? Dammit!

  She stripped out of her scrubs and underwear, folding them together in a bundle to take with her when she left, which she planned on doing immediately after she dealt with Sam Hudson.

  It took her a moment to figure out how to use the fancy shower he had, one which had several showerheads that pulsated hot water over every muscle in her body, a decadent pleasure that made her bite back a moan as she washed her hair and scrubbed her body. Not at all surprised that he had female shower gel and shampoo in his shower, Maddie tried not to think about the gazillion women who had probably done more than just showered with Sam in this room, in this enclosure. Turning the shower off, she reached for a fluffy towel, patting her body dry and applying some lotion from the array of feminine toiletries aligning the cupboards. Clothing was piled on every surface, women’s clothing. And every item still had the tags on them. Come to think of it, everything she had opened was brand new, including the shampoo and conditioner she’d used. Checking the size on a pair of jeans, she noticed that they were her size, as were all the clothes, every item a petite length. Even the new undergarments were her size - except none of the stuff was exactly her style. The underwear was decadent, wisps of silk and lace. The jeans were hip huggers; slimmer cut than she usually wore, cupping her curves and ass tightly when she slipped them on. Ignoring the image in the glass mirrors, she pulled a shirt over her head. It was a tee, but it was short and fit snugly over her breasts.

  Oh, to hell with it. I’m changing at the clinic anyway.

  She tamed her wild hair with a never-used hairbrush that she had to pull from the package.

  No hair clips.

  Scrounging through all the new lotions, gels, hairspray and other assorted items, she found absolutely nothing to secure her riot of curls. With all of the attention Sam had paid to detail, Maddie knew it was intentional. He had never liked her hair pulled back.

  Opening one of the medicine cabinets, she smiled evilly, yanking out a package of condoms.

  Extra-Large.

  Maddie would like to think that Sam having these was a case of wishful thinking, but she knew it wasn’t. She’d felt that erection against her enough times to know he was built big.

  Pulling one from the wrapping, she ripped off the top ring and trashed the rest of it in the garbage.

  Perfect.

  The band was stretchy enough to hold back her mass of curls in a ponytail at her neck.

  Now all she needed was coffee and she’d feel human again. Grabbing her shoes from the side of the bed, she trotted down the stairs, having no idea where the kitchen was located. When she got to the bottom of the steps, she looked around, admiring the high cathedral ceiling and the light décor; the color scheme seemed to make everything seem lighter, more airy and cheerful.

  She already knew Sam’s home was massive, big enough to host a wedding and reception. Looking to the left, she saw a huge living room. On the right she saw a massive entryway. Deducing that the kitchen was more likely to be to the right, Maddie wandered that direction, eager to find a coffee maker. She needed her caffeine fix, and she needed it bad. Her headache had dulled to a slight annoyance, but her addiction to caffeine wasn’t helping. Ignoring several smaller hallways, she followed what looked like a major corridor that might lead to the kitchen.

  Yes! Finally!

  There was a large arched doorway that led to a kitchen any professional chef would probably envy. And there, in front of the stove, stood Sam, his curls just starting to form as his hair dried, dressed in a snug pair of designer jeans and a polo shirt.

  She watched as he filled two plates skillfully, like he actually cooked all the time. Her eyes darted nervously to her handbag that was sitting on the counter, and the paperwork she had carelessly stuffed inside the side pocket now resting underneath it.

  She sidled up to the counter, sliding the paperwork from underneath her purse, folding it, and cramming it into the center part of bag, closing the zipper tightly.

  “I already saw them. The papers dropped out of your bag as I was bringing you into the house last night. I found them on the floor this morning.” His voice was low, menacing.

  “You read them?” Folding her arms in front of her, she scowled at him, resting one hip against the counter beside him.

  “Not intentionally. But I opened them to see what they were. I thought they were papers that I’d dropped myself.” He put the two plates on the kitchen table and pulled out one of the chairs. “You’re not doing it, Maddie. Not now. Not ever,” he told her adamantly. “Now eat.” He sat a large mug of coffee beside her plate, the smell making her salivate.

  “Actually, I’m not doing it. I can’t afford it and it isn’t fair to bring a child into the world just because I selfishly want one. I work horrible hours and it wouldn’t be a good thing for a baby. I can adopt in the future. It was just a thought.” She was thirty-four years old, would turn thirty-five this year. Artificial insemination had just been something she wanted to consider. She’d probably never marry, but she wanted a child so badly. She had actually hoped for more than one when she was younger.

  She headed for the table, intent on grabbing the coffee. Before she had even taken a step, Sam snagged her arm, bringing her back against the counter, her ass pressed up against the unyielding wood as Sam slapped a muscular arm on each side of her, trapping her with his body. “Just tell me why? Why would you want to do that? Why aren’t you married? Why don’t you already have kids the normal way?” he growled, his intense eyes flashing as he looked down at her face, the muscles in his jaw clenched tight.

  She met his gaze with a fiery one of her own, her anger flaring as she retorted, “Because then I’d have to have sex and I don’t like it.”

  “You don’t like sex? Not with any of your partners?” he asked, his voice confused.

  “Partner. As in one boyfriend. Tried it, didn’t like it, didn’t do it again. Lance said I wasn’t a sexual woman and I probably have to agree with him. I had to have a few drinks just to let him do it.”

  “And you believed him? He told you the problem was yours, and you bought that, Maddie? It’s crap. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” he said in a husky voice. “And I know for a fact that you’d like sex. You just haven’t had it with the right guy.”

  “Doesn’t matter. No desire to try it again, which is why I was looking at artificial insemination,” she answered, squirming to get away from him.

  “If there’s any inseminating to be done, I’m doing it. And it won’t be done in a sterile environment with a Petri-dish. All you need is a man who wants to please you to the point of insanity. And that would be me,” he rasped, his mouth swooping down to capture hers.

  Maddie pushed against his chest, frantic to get away, her heart skittering the moment his mouth captured hers. Oh, God. Yeah, Sam could set her on fire like no other man could with just his kiss, but the sexual act was a whole different thing. Her hands clenched his shoulders as he plundered, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with his bold kisses that always made her weak, unable to resist. She surrendered, pushing her tongue against his as he thrust into her mouth, over and over. Her pussy flooded as she moaned against his lips, her entire being consumed by Sam as he claimed her mouth with a dominance that took her breath away.

  His endless kisses continued, one leading into the next, every embrace more sensual. His big hands moved under her short t-shirt, gliding along the skin of her back, her abdomen, and finally cupping her breasts through her flimsy bra, d
rawing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples, stroking over them roughly in slow, torturous circles. Angling Maddie further back, Sam’s nimble fingers unclipped the front-fastening bra, his rough fingers cupping her bare breasts, worshipping them with his hands.

  Yes. Yes. Yes.

  Pulling his lips from hers, his breath coming in harsh pants, he grunted, “Wrap your legs around my waist, Maddie.”

  So far gone, so wanting, she didn’t think about giving him her weight, she just did as she was told, wrapping her arms his neck and locking her legs around his hips, grinding into his massive, hard cock with abandon, moaning softly as she felt the friction against her clit.

  Sam moved, stopping at the island breakfast bar and laying her back on the cool tile. Her back supported, he swooped down and feasted on her bare breasts, moving her t-shirt up and out of his way. He cupped and tasted, bit gently and laved, until Maddie was moaning his name. “Sam. Oh, my God, Sam.”

  Her head moved side to side, frustration building. More. She needed more. Undulating her hips to get friction to her saturated pussy, she ground against his rigid member, burning for release.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Maddie. So aroused for me.” His hand slid to the button of her jeans, flipping it open, and lowering the zipper. He leaned up slightly and she almost sobbed with disappointment as his mouth left her breasts. Until his hand slid between their bodies and into her panties, his fingers boldly invading her drenched folds to find her clit.

  “Sam, I can’t take it. I can’t.” Her head thrashed, back arching as he circled the bundle of nerves, ramping up her desire until she wanted to curse at him to make her come.

  “You’re so fucking wet. Take what you need,” he told her harshly.

  “I need you,” she panted, suddenly realizing that she wanted that massive cock buried inside her, claiming her.

  His fingers mastered her pussy, stroking over her bud with just enough pressure to drive her insane. “Climax, Maddie. I want to watch you come.”

  As though she were obeying his orders, she exploded as he increased the pressure of his fingers on her clit, making her shatter with a tortured moan.

  Sam inserted one finger in her channel while he continued stroking her clit. “Fuck. I love feeling you come. I wish you were coming around my cock right now.”

  As her channel clenched around his finger, Maddie wished she was too. Her whole body trembled as she panted for breath, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

  Sam pulled his hand from her panties and jerked her against his chest. Her legs still clamped around his waist, she rested her head on his shoulder, wondering what in the hell had just happened. Sure, she had brought herself to climax before, but never like that. “Oh God, what have I done?” she whispered softly to herself, feeling a sense of impending doom, knowing her life would never be the same again.

  Chapter 4

  Obviously, Sam heard her hushed question. He pulled back, scowling at her. “You got off. Hard. So don’t tell me you don’t like sex, Maddie. You like it with me. Only with me.” She pulled back and watched as he licked her cream from his fingers, his eyes closing, his face showing a look of complete ecstasy. “Fuck. I’ll never be able to forget your smell, your incredible taste. I should have made you come with my mouth.” He spoke between licks, the sight erotic as hell. “Now I want to taste you. All of you.” Opening his eyes, he speared her with a look so hot that she creamed all over again, her panties saturated.

  Squirming, she dropped her legs from his waist and pushed on his chest. Grabbing her ass, he gently lowered her to the floor, letting her slide down his aroused body slowly. Embarrassed, she quickly turned her back to him and fastened her bra and jeans, knowing she really needed to change her panties. “I’ll be back,” she mumbled, mortified and not sure what else to say.

  “Hey.” Sam caught her arm, bringing her around to face him. “You’re blushing. You’re not embarrassed, are you?”

  She nodded.

  “Why? Don’t be. That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her, his hands stroking her bare arms up and down.

  “I-I-don’t do those sort of things. I don’t react that way.” Oh, shit. She was stammering. “We hate each other.”

  Grabbing her upper arms, he shook her lightly. “You may hate me, but I’ve never hated you, Maddie. Not ever.” Leading her to a chair, he waved at the seat. “Sit. I’ll nuke our food.”

  After retrieving some ibuprofen from her purse, she sat, her mind and body still stunned. Grabbing her coffee, she popped the pills for her headache and slugged down half of the lukewarm liquid before taking a break.

  Moments later, Sam set the heated plates in front of them. “Eat something, Maddie. Do you want more coffee?”

  She shook her head. “Maybe in a while.”

  He stood looking down at her for a moment before he started to finger her hair. He tugged at the elastic from his condom, a loud, masculine laugh escaping his mouth before he commented, “Very creative, Sunshine.”

  She looked up at him smugly. “I thought so. Glad you were an extra-large or it might not have been big enough to hold all my hair back.”

  “There are other advantages to that,” he answered lightly as he seated himself.

  She wasn’t touching that comment. Watching him as he shoveled in his eggs, bacon and potatoes ravenously, while still looking immaculate, Maddie never would have known that he had just given her the most incredible orgasm of her life with nothing more than his talented fingers and mouth.

  She shuddered, picking up her fork with fingers that were slightly shaky. Starting slowly due to her lack of interest in food at the moment, she picked up speed, cleaning her plate quickly. “God, that was delicious. I didn’t know you could cook.”

  He shot her a wicked grin. “You never asked. And I didn’t have much to work with when we were together. Mom tried to teach both Simon and I to cook. My lessons stuck and I learned to enjoy it. Simon’s never did.”

  He’d really only had a hotplate because his stove didn’t work in his small apartment back then. Still, he was pretty talented. It was the best breakfast she’d had in a while, even reheated. “Kara’s terrified to let Simon into the kitchen.” Maddie smiled, remembering two episodes where Simon had tried to cook. Both had been a nightmare, one episode triggering the fire alarms because of the smoke.

  Sam dropped his fork and napkin onto the empty plate and picked up his coffee. “It’s strange, because Simon’s always been the creative one.”

  Maddie gaped at him as she picked up her mug. “That’s not true. You’re brilliant.” Yeah, Sam might be a dog with women, but he was an incredible businessman. She’d followed the growth of his company, although she would never admit it. Sam had taken the business of developing Simon’s computer games to a whole new level, and then proceeded to expand Hudson into commercial real estate and other ventures, making it one of the most diversified and powerful corporations in the world. Simon still headed the computer game development portion, but Sam was responsible for much of their billionaire status with the other ventures.

  Sam shrugged. “I was just the go-to guy. Simon was the brains behind the company.”

  “You really think that? I know he did the initial designs, but who sold them, marketed them, who invested and started the other ventures? He may be the brilliant game developer, but you’re the genius in business. It took both to make the company.”

  Sam took a slug of his coffee and lowered the mug to the table, shooting her an amused glance. “Madeline, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were throwing me a compliment.”

  Rolling her eyes, she got up and picked up plates, rinsing them before putting them into the dishwasher. “I tell the truth as I see it. I may not like you for the most part, but I can’t deny that you’re successful.” Ridiculously so!

  Sam helped her load the remaining dishes. He refilled their coffee and set the mugs on the table. “We need to talk, Maddie.”

  “Actu
ally, I need to get home. I need to get dressed and be back for the rehearsal,” she told him lightly, not wanting to hear whatever he had to say. His tone was too serious, too much like the Sam she used to know, and it made her weak with longing, yearning for something that could never happen again.

  “You have clothes here. Sit,” he grumbled, his expression implacable.

  Instead of sitting, she grabbed the coffee mug and took a sip, eyeing him cautiously. “Just tell me whatever you have to tell me. You have no say in my life and what I do, but I’ll listen. Then I need to go.” It seemed like the fastest way to get away from him. And she needed to remove herself from the presence of the hottest man she ever known. Immediately.

  “You aren’t going anywhere today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that,” he growled, taking her coffee mug from her hand and sitting it back on the table. “You’re taking some time off while you consider my proposition.”

  Crossing her arms in front of her, she mumbled, “And what is that?”

  “I want you to leave your job at the hospital and work full-time at the clinic. As a paid physician. I’ll start your salary at a half million a year and you can do all of your work in the daytime there. I want you out of there before dark and you can’t work more than five days a week. It will give you more time there without the stress of having to juggle two jobs.” He shot her an irritable look.

  “It’s a free clinic. I can’t take a salary,” she answered, perplexed.

  “It’s run on donations. I can up my donations and pay your salary myself. I have a lot of contacts who would be more than willing to help you back the clinic. All I have to do is call them.” He raised an eyebrow, as though daring her to tell him differently.

  Obviously, he did have contacts, other rich businessmen who could help fully fund her clinic. Oh, God. What would it be like to be able to be at the clinic every day, a place where she could really make a difference in people’s lives? She liked her job at the hospital and it was fulfilling to take care of patients there, but it wasn’t the same as helping people who couldn’t afford healthcare. And there were plenty of other doctors who would take her job at the hospital. The clinic…umm…not so much.