At The Billionaire's Request (The Billionaire's BBW Series)
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‘What the hell are you doing?’ she asked him as he strode out of the water, his jeans and sweater soaked and dripping lake water and his hair plastered down to his skull. He dropped one knee in front of her and held up the small white jewellery box he had retrieved from the lake. ‘Kirsty,’ he said, opening the box and revealing the diamond ring inside, ‘will you marry me?’
She looked at the ring and at the man in front of her holding it. Drenched, gorgeous. Her lover. Her man.
‘Yes,’ she said.
He stood up and kissed her hard, taking her in his cold, wet embrace.
‘Just one thing,’ she said.
‘What’s that?’
‘You have to explain to me what the hell just happened.’
* * *
They got back to Darkmere House and Kirsty admired the ring on her finger for the thousandth time while Tyler went upstairs to take a shower and get changed. She tried to call Jane but her agent’s phone was busy so Kirsty write a text that said, “Tyler popped the question. I said yes! I love him so much.” As she pressed ‘Send’, she realized that she did love Tyler with all her heart. The thought of being with him for all time sent pleasurable shivers down her spine.
During the walk back, he had explained how the ring got in the lake and she had chastised him for thinking that she would want to finish with him because of his current situation.
She heard the shower start upstairs and she decided that maybe they should seal the deal in a more physical way.
* * *
She entered the bathroom quietly, Tyler was in the shower, head bowed beneath the spray. She loved looking at his naked body. His ass was firm and muscular and she could see the muscles of his buttocks flex slightly as he stood leaning on the white wall tiles.
‘Mind if I join you?’ she asked him.
Startled, he turned to face her, his shock turning to lust as he saw that she was naked. Kirsty had never felt comfortable being naked in front of any man before in her life until she met Tyler. Now she loved to show him her body because she knew the effect it had on him.
Between his legs, his manhood stirred and became engorged, rising proudly for her.
She slid the glass door open and stepped in with him. His arms went around her hips and his hands touched the swell of her bottom. The shower was hot and steamy and it smelled of a sporty shower gel Tyler had used to wash himself. He kissed her beneath the hot water spray. The sensation of his lips on her and the hot water caressing her body made her nipples taut and eager. Tyler’s hands stroked down over her wet thighs. She wanted him to touch her core, to explore her with his fingers. As if reading her mind, he moved a hand inwards and over her inner thigh. She parted her legs slightly so he could touch her sex.
His fingers made contact with her lips and she gasped, holding onto his shoulders because she feared her legs might buckle, especially as his finger stroked up over her clitoral hood. She breathed raggedly and excitedly. Tyler’s middle finger curled inside her, parting her lips to explore the heat within. She moaned as he touched her G spot. He stroked it softly and slowly. Teasing her. Working her up into a frenzy of passion. She bit clung to him in the hot spray of water and rode the feelings of pleasure he caused with his expert fingers.
As his finger inside her stimulated her G spot, his thumb teased her clit, stroking it through the hood. The pressure of his touch on her most sensitive place made her cry out. Coupled with the stimulation of her G spot, it brought her to a sudden orgasm. She bit Tyler’s shoulder, moaning and trembling as pure bliss rolled through her in waves of joy. His skin tasted of the shower gel. He lightened his touch at just the right time so it wouldn’t become too much for her to bear and so she could ride her orgasm out until she was completely spent.
‘Oh God, Tyler,’ she gasped as the waves rolling through her subsided enough to let her speak. She reached down and curled her fingers around his thick shaft. He looked into her eyes and grinned as she stroked him, her fingers sliding over his wet girth. She teased the edge of his foreskin with her thumb and he groaned his delight.
Pushing her back against the white wall tiles, he lifted her leg and entered her with one powerful thrust. She felt him inside her, sliding up to her core, filling her with his manhood. He grunted at the sensation of her gripping him tightly in her sheath. Thrusting deeper, he moaned, ‘Oh, yes!’ as his cock slid back and forth within Kirsty’s pussy. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the exquisite sensation of having him inside her. It was where he belonged. He felt so perfect in there.
Holding her hips and thrusting faster, Tyler took his pleasure from her until it became too much for him and he was ready to explode. His breathing became a mix of moans and gasps and he lost his rhythm as a primitive urge took over him and he tried t get his cock as deep as he could for the moment when he would spill his seed. ‘I’m coming!’ he groaned and Kirsty felt a flood of warmth in her belly. He twitched and jerked within her and released his passion in hot spurts inside her body. She smiled to herself, delighted as always that she could bring him to this point where he lost all control and experienced the ultimate pleasure.
As he recovered from his orgasm, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, ‘I love you.’
* * *
‘So how do you think you will handle being Mrs Kirsty Blake?’ Tyler asked her. He was sitting in bed wearing only a pair of black pyjama pants. His slim, muscular torso almost distracted Kirsty from the question. Damn, he was hot!
She sat at the dresser, clad in a tight black negligee and looking for a bottle of makeup remover that she knew was somewhere in her over-stuffed purse. ‘Oh, I think I’ll handle it just fine,’ she said, shooting him a wicked look before returning her attention to rummaging around in her purse. She really needed to stop hoarding things. There was a packet of mints in there somewhere that had gone past its expiry date ages ago.
‘Well you do realize you will be contracted to spend your life with me? Good or bad?’
‘It won’t be the first time I’ve been contracted to you,’ she said, pulling the contract for her last book out of the purse and waving it at him. It had once been folded neatly but now it was crumpled and dog-eared. ‘But instead of Red Rose Bound, maybe you should call your next company Mrs Blake Bound.’ She laughed but Tyler suddenly became very serious. He scrambled out of bed and took the contract from her, unfolding it and pacing about the bedroom as he read it.
‘Tyler, what’s up?’
‘Oh my god,’ he said. ‘Oh. My. God.’
‘Are you going to let me in on the secret?’
He came over to the dresser excitedly and placed the contract next to her purse, smoothing it out and pointing at the name on the top of the contract. ‘Look. When you signed contracts for your last two books, you didn’t sign a contract with Inception Publishing, you signed a contract with Red Rose Bound.’
‘A division of Inception,’ she said.
‘But set up as a totally different company. Under my name. Not set up as a TGA company. Red Rose Bound isn’t connected to TGA in any way. It was my own little project.’
‘I’m not sure I follow.’
‘TGA may own Inception Publishing but I own Red Rose Bound and any books signed to that imprint are signed to me as publisher.’
‘So you still own a company?’
‘I do. I own a publishing company. Any profits that Inception makes from the books under the Red Rose Bound line are due to me.’
‘Oh my god!’
‘As I’ve already said. Twice.’
‘You’re still in business!
‘I am. I need to call Keith and Jeff and let them know. I’ll need new premises and I’ll need to sign some more authors but Red Rose Bound is a going concern. It’s already turning a profit.’ He picked up his cellphone from the bedside table and punched at it before putting it to his ear.
‘Keith, it’s Tyler. I’ve got some good news.’
* * *
The wedding took pla
ce in a small stone chapel in the windswept highlands of Scotland. Kirsty wore a white dress with a veil and everything seemed to happen so quickly but it was still perfect. The small chapel was quaint and romantic. Tyler looked amazing in top hat and tails and he held Kirsty’s gaze with his own throughout the ceremony. Keith Harmon was Tyler’s best man.
Jane Johnson shed the most tears at the moment that Kirsty became Mrs Tyler Blake.
The reception was held in a castle overlooking a loch two miles from the chapel and the many guests were all given rooms for the night, paid for by Tyler. Red Rose Bound was doing well. Anastasia Golde hadn’t wanted to relinquish control of the BDSM imprint but she had no choice when presented with the legal contracts. She was forced to give Tyler his company’s profits and the books he held the rights to publish. The new Red Rose Bound premises on the Chelsea embankment were smaller than the Inception Publishing building but Kirsty just thought that made them more friendly.
In the early hours of the following morning, after everyone had gone to their rooms, Tyler sat in the four poster bed in the castle’s tower room and looked at Kirsty as she stood at the foot of the bed in a white basque she had bought for the occasion.
‘You’re beautiful, Mrs Blake,’ he said. ‘Now come to bed.’
‘Is that a command?’ she asked with a wicked smile.
‘It’s a request.’
She grinned and climbed onto the bed. This would be how she would live her life from now on.
At the billionaire’s request.
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