The Billionaire Agent: BBW Mystery Romance (Alpha Male Romantic Suspense Short Story)

by Jolie Day

  “I’ll take you to the hospital,” said Gavin. “Then I’ll drop her off back at the library.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Jenni stayed quiet in the back. The two men up front seemed to know a lot more about the situation than she did. She didn’t really like the thought that she’d been used as a lock picker and didn’t get any other kind of reward out of the whole scenario, but she supposed it was better than going to jail.

  Gavin stopped by the emergency room entrance and leaned back to look at Jenni. “I’m going to take Andrew in and get him admitted. You’d better come in with me.”

  “Why?” Jenni wondered. “Don’t trust me?”

  Gavin snorted and grinned. “I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t be able to trust you,” he said sarcastically. “Come inside.”

  Jenni shook her head. “You won’t be long. I’ll just wait here. I don’t have anywhere to go, anyway. The library is too far from here to walk.”

  Gavin hesitated, but he didn’t say anything else, obviously not feeling in the position to fight with her. He got out of the car and helped Andrew out, walking him to the entrance of the hospital and disappearing beyond the sliding glass doors. Jenni watched them disappear before reclaiming the front seat. She was about to put her safety belt back on and wait, but she found herself lost in thought...thinking about Gavin again.

  As mysterious as the man was, she liked him. She couldn’t believe that her body felt warm and tingly every time she thought about an agent, but she couldn’t wait for it to be just the two of them in the car again.

  Five minutes later, she got her wish. Gavin opened up the driver’s side door again and dropped back into the seat.

  “So, Andrew is all taken care of?” Jenni asked as she buckled herself in.

  “He will be,” said Gavin. “And I suggest you keep out of range of that office building for some time until things cool down. I don’t know if they saw your face, but you could become a target, too, if they know that you were involved.”

  Gavin pulled back onto the road and headed further out toward the library.

  “So this is it then,” said Jenni. “Andrew’s saved, the cops are busting the bad guys, and I’m let off the hook.”

  “Not yet,” Gavin noted. “You haven’t given me that money yet.”

  “What money?”

  “Oh, please, Jenni. Don’t even try to act cute with me.”

  Gavin stopped around the back of the library and unlocked the doors before leaning back in his seat with a sigh. “This is your stop. I suggest you hand me over the eight hundred still in your pocket and then go back to your regular life.”

  Jenni placed her hand to the door handle, smirked, and then opened it to get out. Gavin’s arm snapped out quickly and grabbed her by the hoodie, yanking her back into her seat. She gasped from the action.

  “The money, Jenni,” he emphasized, extending his hand to her with the palm up. “Put it in my hand.”

  Jenni bit her lip. Gavin’s eyes were hard, brow pulled inward to create a serious frown. He was no longer playing around. Jenni wasn’t about to give up that money. Perhaps if she could distract him, and in turn still get a real reward...

  She slowly took Gavin’s hand and then knelt on the seat, moving a little closer to him. She pressed his hand down between her legs, and Gavin’s face softened immensely.

  “Maybe we could have a more meaningful goodbye,” Jenni suggested.

  Gavin’s eyes lit with lustful fire again, and he pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’m afraid you’ve discovered a weakness in me,” he breathed. “I find you irresistible in the most bizarre way.”

  Jenni tipped her head down to brush her lips over his jawline. She enjoyed the woodsy scent of his clothes and skin. Her knee pressed between his legs, and he gave out a light groan. He took her hand and dragged it down to his jeans.

  He unzipped his jeans and forced her hand underneath the cloth. She felt his growing erection and closed her fingers around the stiffening length of his manhood. His velvet skin and hardness felt good in her palm, and so she worked her fingertips along him. He grinned at her and then drew her lips to his. She felt victim to his deep kisses. Every time their lips touched, she felt like she couldn’t get enough. She wanted to be enveloped by him.

  Gavin’s hands moved to Jenni’s clothes, and he tugged her pants down and off her legs, chucking them to the floor space of the car. Frantically, he inched his own pants down below his hips to bring his shaft out into the open. He broke away from Jenni’s lips and took her hips, pulling her into his lap.

  She felt nervous, although her body nearly demanded it. Her center ached for attention and for filling. With a swell of courage, Jenni lowered herself down to Gavin. His tip touched her soaked opening, and gradually he entered her. It hurt a little from the tightness.

  His member slipped further in, and Jenni gasped from the squeeze. She held onto his shoulders, lifting her body and then pressing back down a little firmer each time, going deeper. Soon she felt soothed by the motions, but it just wasn’t enough. She needed more, but she was afraid of it hurting worse.

  Gavin seemed to sense her predicament. He took her by the waist and urged her to climb into the back. She did so, and he followed.

  “Lay on your back,” he ordered.

  As Jenni rested down along the back seats, Gavin crawled over top of her and gripped her ankles. He pushed them high and bent her knees against her chest.

  “W-What are you doing?” she wondered.

  Gavin’s eyes were smoky, and his smile was crooked. “You’ll just have to see, won’t you?” He angled the tip of his shaft and rested it to her womanhood before plunging in. At first there was a sharp snapping sensation down Jenni’s thighs, but then as Gavin thrust more, she felt her flower tighten around his rod. She opened her mouth to give a sweet moan, her mind suddenly alive with the sparks and energy of pleasure. Gavin’s shaft worked back and forth as his hands crept up along her stomach, moving underneath her clothes to feel her breasts again. He pushed her clothing up to expose her soft pink nipples and molded his hands over them, his wanton actions reflected in that carnal gaze that never left her eyes.

  Jenni whimpered his name as he took her. His rod was almost too large for her to handle. Her cavity tightened, and an unwelcome orgasm shook her body. Gavin noticed it.

  “Did you come?” he wondered. “Sweet little Jenni, I’m far from through with you.”

  Gasping for breath, Jenni didn’t know what to say. She reached for him, but he pulled his manhood out of her and twisted her onto her front.

  “No, Jenni. I told you that I would reward you, didn’t I?”

  Letting her off the hook wasn’t reward enough after all? Jenni wanted to say something, but Gavin’s shaft plunged into her sweetness once again. She’d been so shaken by the orgasm that she didn’t expect another dose of pleasure. She cried out in heat as Gavin leaned over her to spear her with his tool many more times.

  “Oh, Gavin! Gavin!” she shrieked into the seat.

  “Yes, Jenni,” Gavin replied calmly, though his dark voice sounded a bit more breathless now as he continued to move his hips.

  Jenni leaned against him, and his member ground deeper inside her sheath. Gavin’s fingers pinched at her nipples again, and the sensation forced her to drop her head to the seat and let Gavin do with her as he pleased. She didn’t know how much she could handle. Her body tensed as it wanted to come again, but she didn’t want to loose the burning feeling inside her. Swiftly, Jenni pulled herself forward and off of Gavin, who growled with frustration immediately after.

  “What are you doing?” he demanded.

  Jenni turned around and leaned over his manhood. It glistened with her nectar. Dropping her head down, Jenni took his tool into her mouth and sucked on him gently. She wanted that torturous sensation of pulsing want to take her over before anything else, and she wanted to give Gavin the same thing. Gavin groaned in enjoyment as Jenni sli
pped more of his length past her lips. She tickled the back of her throat with his tip, and Gavin soon took advantage of it. His fingers tangled into her hair, and he forced her head down until her lips pressed against his hips. His shaft slid down her throat, and she choked on his size but welcomed it anyway. Although her reflexes told her to be repulsed by the action, her body soon gave in to the treatment, and she suckled him deeply.

  Gavin chuckled and brought her head back up to look her in the eyes. “No, Jenni. That’s enough of that. I’ll have you come again before we’re through.”

  He gripped her firmly with his hands and pushed her back between the seats. Jenni’s head pressed lightly against the cup holders as Gavin lowered himself down. His lips touched against her center and Jenni sighed in bliss as he pleased her clit with his tongue. His kisses and sucking massaged her, and he pressed his fingers into her opening, hooking them inside. His knuckles ground against her, and she soon bucked against his hand.

  “Oh, Gavin,” she gasped. “Yes! That feels so good!”

  Gavin tongued her harder, his free hand gripped around his tool to stroke himself. He worked at pleasuring her body tirelessly. Jenni felt a new swell of heat flooding over her, and before she could tell Gavin to slow down, she’d climbed to a climax. Her body shuddered with ecstasy, and she dropped against the cup holders and seats in a limp and panting heap.

  Gavin chuckled as he straightened and removed his fingers.

  “How was that for a reward and a goodbye?” he asked.

  Jenni sighed contentedly, though his words stung her a little. “Does it really have to be goodbye?” she asked quietly.

  Gavin smirked when he heard this. He reached over her to pick up her pants and hand them back to her. “Not necessarily. I just might have more work for you in the future.”

  Jenni smiled at this as she pulled her pants back over her legs. Once done, she crawled back into Gavin’s lap and hugged him around the waist. “Any time you need some locks picked, I suppose I’ll be available,” she teased.

  Gavin looked her in the eyes, his face holding the expression of impish interest. “Locks picked...or perhaps just a car ride companion.”

  Jenni bit her lip and grinned, and then opened the door and climbed out.

  “Oh, and Jenni,” Gavin started.

  Jenni looked back at him, and Gavin lifted up a hefty stack of money. He chuckled. Jenni felt her pockets in shock.

  “Hey!”

  Gavin climbed back into the driver’s seat. “See you on the next mission, cutie.”

  Jenni closed the door in a huff and watched as Gavin drove back onto the street and headed in the direction of the police station, the faint light of the rising sun gleaming off the hood of his car.

  THE END

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  My best friend went missing and the only lead I had was her ex-boyfriend, Matthew Palmer. I’d heard horrible tales of their relationship, but I had to track him down in order to find her.

  When he opened his door I didn’t expect to have the reaction I did. He was sexy, dark and disarmingly handsome and my body immediately reacted to him. How could I have such a reaction to a man who I’d heard such horrible tales about?

  He’s agreed to help me find her, but will my growing desire for him cloud my judgment, or is there more to the tale than what I was told?

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  Zoe first met Vicky Saunders at a spin class and the two had hit it off straight away. Vicky was a loud and vibrant character with a great big smile, a bubbly laugh and a personality that could fill a room, which was remarkable considering what she’d been through. Zoe, on the other hand, was the sort of person who practiced a quiet self-confidence and didn’t need to be the center of attention to feel self-assured. She was a curvy, twenty-five year old brunette with soft angelic features, but a manner that said she wasn’t to be messed with. She had a particular way of lifting her chin in defiance when someone tried to walk all over her and was one of those people who could produce a killer look that would silence someone mid-sentence if they spoke out of line. Although different to one another in nature, Zoe appreciated Vicky’s exuberant character and as they chatted over coffee that Wednesday morning, their conversation turned back to Vicky’s ex-boyfriend, who often creeped up during their morning chats.

  “He was a brute,” Vicky said with a heavy sigh. The pretty redhead took a sip of her latte and stared out over the heads of the other people sitting in the café with a distant look in her eyes. “Of course, I never saw it coming. He seemed like such a nice man at first.”

  Vicky was a survivor. Her long-term relationship with her ex-boyfriend, Matthew, had been stormy at best and violent at its worst. Yet, Vicky had not let herself be torn down by her past experiences. In fact, she was a popular advocate for women’s rights and a well-known public speaker on issues of domestic violence. Zoe admired her strength and ability to keep a smile on that beautiful face even when she’d had such an unfortunate history.

  “You had no idea that he was like that?” Zoe asked her with quiet interest. “He must have been a damn good liar. You’re a smart woman, after all.”

  “Oh, I was a fool back then!” Vicky announced with a light laugh that echoed around the café. “I was all doe-eyed and naïve and had no idea what was coming. You watch out, my darling. Any man could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Keep your distance from the lot of them. That’s my advice.”

  “No worries there,” Zoe chuckled. “I haven’t been on a date in...well, years, if I’m honest!”

  Vicky reached out and patted her hand sympathetically. “You’re better off, love.”

  The coffee date finished and Zoe headed home to get ready for her evening shift as a bartender at an old pub a couple of blocks from her apartment. She’d never intended to be a bartender, of course, but she’d been something of a restless youth and had decided to travel as soon as the shackles of school were off her ankles. It had been a fun six years of traveling and exploring, but she’d soon found that “life experience” didn’t make for much of a CV.

  She wondered about what Vicky had said as she pulled on her black shirt for work and shimmied into her little black skirt. That poor woman had been through some tough times with that beast of an ex-boyfriend. The stories that Zoe had heard! Zoe’s own dating history had been far less dramatic, dull, even. There had been Tommy in high school. He’d been an aspiring guitarist, but only knew three chords. Zoe recalled with a wince and a self-aware chuckle how she’d sat on the edge of his bed and listened to his awful noise with wide eyes and an awed expression when she’d been young. Then again, she was a sucker for the uninspired. David Wright had been the one to convince her to see the world. He’d filled her ears with tales of adventure and promises of revelation on the road. They’d set off together with backpacks and high hopes and then he’d left her for a more attractive hitchhiker somewhere out in Beijing. That’s when Zoe had met Chao Huang. He’d been a nice boy, but hadn’t spoken a word of English. The two had muddled along somehow, but it had hardly been one of the world’s greatest romances.

  Zoe had put all that behind her now and had stopped seeking romance. She’d traveled the world and hadn’t found it, so she doubted that it would be waiting for her in Wisconsin. Still, as she pulled pints in Harvey’s Bar and wiped down tables, she couldn’t help but wistfully imagine the man of her dreams walking through that door and taking her on a real adventure at last.

  *****

  Zoe managed not to worry the first three times that Vicky hadn’t answered her phone - she was a busy woman, after all - but by the fourth missed call, she started to get the niggling feeling that something wasn’t right. She decided to swing by Vicky’s apartment just to check in on her, but when she arrived, she found that all the blinds were drawn and that nobody was answering the door. Through a slither in the blinds, Zoe could just about make out the ch
aos inside - overturned furniture and items scattered all over the floor. Zoe felt her heart skip a beat in fear and she left a fifth urgent voicemail on Vicky’s phone.

  “Vicky, it’s Zoe again. Where are you? You’re making me worry. We were meant to be meeting tonight. Remember? Call me.”

  Feeling stressed, Zoe began pacing the street once more with her arms crossed over her chest and her head buzzing with frantic concern. It wasn’t like Vicky to forget to meet someone and even less like her not to take calls. Where could she be? Zoe wondered if she should call the police after seeing Vicky’s apartment in a mess. She swung by the precinct and left a report on what she’d seen and then returned home with anxiety making her stomach twist. Three days later, when nobody had seen or heard from Vicky, Zoe began to take matters into her own hands. In her mind there was only one explanation for Vicky’s sudden disappearance - Matthew Palmer.

  He was easy enough to find through social media. Even by his profile picture alone, Zoe could understand how someone could be charmed by him. Matthew Palmer was a very attractive man with dark, brooding eyes and a fierce expression. He was masculine in a raw, wild way with dark hair and chiseled features. As Zoe stared into the eyes of his profile picture, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She wondered if she should just let the police deal with Vicky’s case, but then she couldn’t bring herself to just sit and do nothing while her friend was in danger. So, she used information from his profile to find the offices he worked in and went there to find out about where he lived. It wasn’t easy but she finally managed to find out where he lived and so on Thursday evening she turned up at his penthouse apartment and knocked boldly on the door. Zoe took the time between knocking and waiting for the door to open to take a few deep breaths and prepare herself to come face to face with Vicky’s brute of an ex-boyfriend. She stood with her hands curled into fists at her side and her chin raised in ready defiance, yet, when the door swung inwards and she saw the handsome Matthew Palmer standing there, her whole body lost its anger and she found herself flustered in his presence.