Losing Control (A Babysitting a Billionaire Novel) (Entangled Brazen)

by Nina Croft

  She took one last nibble of cheese and nodded, licked the crumbs from her lips, then held his gaze as she swiped her tongue over her lower lip. The muscles in his belly clenched as she smiled slowly.

  Maybe she didn’t have so much to learn, after all.

  He grabbed the bottle of champagne on the way out, then took her hand and almost pulled her along. She stumbled in her heels, cursed, and righted herself. He handed her the bottle, grabbed her by the waist, and tossed her over his shoulder. For a second, she squirmed, and he placed a hand on her buttocks and squeezed. She went still and didn’t speak until he dropped her in the middle of the four-poster bed.

  He took the bottle from her hand and placed it on the bedside table, then drew out a handful of condoms from his pocket and tossed them beside the champagne. He had more in his bag, and he hoped he would need them.

  Kim stared up at him, her long legs sprawled, the leather skirt rucked up around her slender thighs. Blood drained so fast from his body to his dick that for a moment he felt almost light-headed.

  “Are you turning into some sort of caveman?” she asked, but didn’t appear upset. Instead, she still seemed thoughtful, causing a small niggle of worry to start up in his brain.

  “Maybe…” He wondered how to steer the conversation to his plans for the evening. Or perhaps he should shelve them for tonight. He didn’t want to scare her off, and his fantasies could overwhelm her if he gave them free rein. She still worried about the control issue, which he admitted was one of his flaws.

  But she had the same failing.

  That’s why she’d had such trouble with her father and her husband. Her ex had been an asshole, although she might have dealt with him better if she’d had more confidence in herself. Jake needed to reassure her she’d be in control whenever she wanted, but maybe tying her to the bed wasn’t the best demonstration.

  He sank down beside her and stroked her silky, stocking-covered leg. Then he unbuckled the ankle straps on her shoes, threw them onto the floor, and massaged her feet. She had beautiful feet, narrow with a high instep. She wriggled her toes against his hand. He lifted her foot and placed it against his groin, and she wriggled her toes some more, this time against his erection. He rested his hand over her foot and held her still. He wanted to say something before he lost the ability to reason.

  “Control is a two-way thing, Kim.”

  Her eyes widened as though his words weren’t what she expected. “Is it? I don’t feel like I have much control over you.”

  “You wouldn’t believe the amount of control you could exert over me if you wanted.”

  She pursed her lips and tugged on the end of her ponytail—he could almost hear her mind work. Then a sly expression entered her eyes, and she smiled. “Really?”

  He had a moment of misgiving. She was planning something. But what?

  “Don’t you trust me, Jake?”

  Against his better judgment, he gave a slow nod.

  Her gaze flickered to the posts at the top of the bed and then back to him. “You ready to prove that?”

  Why did he suspect that his plans for the evening were about to take a drastic turn?

  “Are you willing to give me control, Jake?”

  He wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But if it helped her come to terms with what she felt for him, then he’d give it a go. “What did you have in mind?”

  She came up on her elbows, pulled her foot free, and sat up. She hugged her knees to her chest and studied him, her head cocked to one side, enthusiasm burning in her eyes.

  “Take off your shirt.”

  He frowned, but unfastened the buttons of his shirt and shrugged out of it. He crumpled it and tossed it on the chair by the bed. “Now what?”

  She swallowed and licked her lips. “Lie down.” She shifted out of the way and sat on the edge of the bed. “On your back. In the middle of the bed.”

  “You like giving orders, don’t you?” But he lay down and stared up at the canopy overhead. He rolled his head to the side to watch Kim rise to her feet and move around to stand by his head. She untied the cord that held the curtains and tugged it free, then crawled onto the bed and knelt at his side.

  He breathed in the scent of her excitement, sweet and musky; he bet she was drenched beneath that scrap of leather.

  He was sure he was about to be treated to the most explosive sexual experience of his life. Still, he had to hold himself motionless as she took hold of his right hand and scraped her fingertip across his palm. Heat sizzled up his arm. She wrapped the cord around his wrist and pulled it tight, then gently maneuvered his arm over his head so she could loop the cord around the post.

  “You know,” he murmured. “This isn’t exactly what I envisioned happening here.”

  “I know. You wanted to tie me up. Have your evil way with me.” She yanked the knot tight, drawing his arm high over his head. “Instead, I’m going to have my evil way with you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You’re at my mercy.”

  She scooted off the bed, came around the other side, and repeated the process with his left arm. As the cord tightened, he had to stifle his need to pull free. He closed his eyes and willed himself to settle.

  When he opened them, she stared down at him as though she weren’t quite sure what she should do next. He had a few ideas but decided to leave it to her imagination.

  She slipped her T-shirt over her head and placed it on top of his shirt. Beneath it, she wore a black bra, and through it, he could clearly see her nipples, poking at the lace. He wanted to touch them, stroke them, kiss them, and he couldn’t. Kim cupped her breast, rubbing her palm over the nipple. Her lashes drifted closed, only to snap open as he growled.

  A small smile curled the corner of her lips as she climbed onto the bed beside him. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, too briefly, then sat back on her heels and examined him. With one finger, she trailed a line down his inner arm, stroking the hair in the hollow of his armpits. Her touch was slow and sure as though she’d set aside her doubts, at least for the time of his captivity. A fingernail scraped his nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure to his groin. She took in his reaction, her eyes darkening, then leaned over him and flicked the nub with her tongue.

  His dick pulsed in his pants, which were, by now, way too constricting. He wished she’d get on to the important bits, but she appeared in no hurry.

  She nipped him with her teeth hard enough to hurt. “You were looking a little comfortable there,” she said.

  “Believe me, comfortable is not what I’m feeling. If I don’t get out of these pants soon, I’ll probably split the seams.”

  “Really?”

  She sounded as if she liked that idea. But she leaned back and turned her attention to the point where his dick strained at his zipper. She twirled a finger in the hair at his belly, tugging it, then stroked lower to lightly graze over his almost painfully erect penis.

  She teased the tab on the zipper until he thought he would scream in frustration. A smile still played across her lips.

  “You know I’ll make you pay for this,” he growled.

  “I’ll look forward to it,” she purred back.

  At long last, she got bored with teasing him. She unbuckled his belt and flicked open the button. He held his breath as she slowly lowered the zipper. The release was amazing. And he gave a moan.

  She fluttered her fingers along his erection from his balls to the tip, then around the rim. But far too soon, she abandoned his cock to tug at his jeans. He raised his hips to allow her to pull them and his boxers down over his hips. She shifted so she could pull off his shoes and socks and then drag the jeans the rest of the way down.

  His mind focused solely on getting relief for his aching dick.

  “Wow, Jake, you’re packing one seriously impressive piece of equipment there.”

  He almost laughed, except laughing was the last thing on his mind. “If you want some tips on what to do next, just say the word.”

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p; She smiled and licked her lips. “Oh, I imagine I can come up with something all by myself.”

  “Could I suggest you do it quickly?”

  “No.”

  “You’re torturing me here, Kim.”

  “And enjoying it.”

  But she relented, wrapping her fingers around him and squeezing gently. He closed his eyes to savor the sensation as she ran her fingers over the length of him, between his thighs to caress his balls, then back up to circle the rim.

  His eyes shot open as her warm breath whispered over the tip. She bent her head over him, her long, multicolored hair tickling his belly and thighs, and every muscle in his body locked solid, waiting. Turning her face toward him, she held his gaze as she poked her tongue out and licked the eye. A shudder ran through him, and his hips lifted from the mattress. She backed away, and he only just held off begging. He’d never have thought the wait could be so intoxicating.

  Then her warm, wet lips were around him. She held him in her mouth for long seconds, and he fought the urge to thrust into her. Then she withdrew and kissed down the shaft to his balls. She blew on him, then stroked him with her tongue.

  He wanted to be in her mouth again. He’d dreamed of that so many times.

  He tried to move his hands to guide her head, but the ropes held him tight, and he cursed softly.

  Kim glanced up as he swore, then took him in her mouth again. She slid her lips down over him, but could only manage half his length. He struggled to keep still, but his hips thrust of their own accord, and she chuckled and drew back.

  Wrapping one fist around the base, she worked him with her hand while she sucked on the head. He relaxed and gave himself up to the wonderful sensations. In some ways, being tied was liberating. He had no choice but to lie back and take it.

  Though, if he wanted to get free, he was sure he could manage it. But maybe he didn’t want to get free. Maybe he was happy to lie here with her mouth and her hands on his dick. Maybe he’d be happy to lie here forever as pleasure tugged at his balls and built in the base of his spine like a warm, heavy weight.

  He was so close now…

  She sat up.

  For a second, he couldn’t believe it. He opened his eyes and found her watching him. She slid off the bed and sauntered over to the bedside table. He gritted his teeth as she picked up the bottle of champagne, removed the foil, and expertly eased out the cork; the champagne frothed over the top, and she licked her hand. Then she raised it to her mouth and swallowed straight from the bottle. He groaned—that should be his dick, not a bottle between her lips.

  “Hey, I’m thirsty,” she said at his disapproving glance.

  She took another gulp and then put the bottle down and picked up one of the foil packets.

  So maybe she wasn’t going to leave him to suffer.

  Reaching behind her, she unfastened her skirt, then wriggled out of the leather. His gaze was drawn to the dark curls between her thighs and his mouth watered with the need to taste her. Perhaps if he asked her nicely…

  She sauntered toward the bed, climbed on, and flung a leg over him so she straddled his thighs. His cock was almost painful. She raised the foil to her lips, tore it open with her teeth, and took out the condom. Then stared at it, a puzzled expression on her face.

  “Just put the fucking thing on,” he ground out.

  “Patience,” she chided.

  She took him in her hand and rolled the condom down over him, then sat back on her heels again. That was so not where he wanted her to be sitting.

  “Take your bra off.”

  She raised an eyebrow.

  “Please,” he added.

  “You’re a fast learner. And a good boy.” She unfastened her bra, slid the straps over her arms, and peeled the material free. She had beautiful breasts, small but perfect; they stood out from her body, the nipples hard little points aimed right at him.

  She inched up his body until she was poised, knees on either side of his hips. Wrapping her hand around him, she raised herself. He craned his neck so he could see as she positioned him at the entrance of her body. She used her other hand to part her outer lips, and he saw the glisten of moisture on the dark-red flesh of her inner lips. Then she slowly eased herself onto him.

  …

  Kim had never seen anything so erotic. Honestly, if someone had told her that this would do it for her, she would have scoffed. But this once…

  Jake was tied up, naked beneath her, and she was sliding down onto his shaft. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sensations coursing through her. He felt even bigger from this angle, and it occurred to her that he might not fit. But then she reached the end and balanced on his hips, his cock wedged deep.

  The taste of him lingering on her tongue mixed with the mellow sharpness of the champagne. She felt powerful, in control, and she loved it. As she shifted a little, he jerked inside her, and she glanced into his face. His eyes were half-closed, but she could see them gleaming midnight blue behind his lashes. A flush darkened his cheekbones, and his lips parted slightly. He bucked his hips, and she felt the movement at the very center of her body.

  Leaning forward, she rested her hands on either side of his shoulders so her breasts brushed his chest. Her nipples tingled at the delicious friction. She lowered her face to his and nibbled on his lower lip, then kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss, pushing his tongue inside as she slowly raised her hips. The drag of him against her flesh was exquisite. She lowered herself back down, rubbing against him as she took him all the way.

  The pleasure built inside her. She needed something more, and she widened her thighs and pressed down, grinding against him so her swollen clit rubbed his pelvic bone. The feeling was indescribable.

  His cock pulsated, and he pumped with his hips as though he couldn’t control the movement. She sped up, riding him, the sensation sweet and hot and overwhelming. Within seconds, her orgasm swept through her and over her, and she threw back her head and screamed. Jake continued to thrust until he came, his back arching as he spilled himself inside her.

  Collapsing on top of him, she buried her face in the curve of his neck, breathed in the tangy scent of sweat and sex. She was drifting into a contented sleep when Jake’s voice murmured in her ear, “Sweetheart, do you think you could untie me now?”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Her whole body ached.

  She came to consciousness slowly. It was morning; sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains. She’d woken twice in the night with Jake making love to her. The first time had been slow and sweet, the second fast and hard.

  Now she was alone in the bed. There were no sounds from the bathroom, and she pulled herself up. Her skin was sensitive, her nipples sore from his kisses, and there was an ache between her legs.

  Glancing up, she saw the cords still fastened to the posts where she’d tied Jake the night before. Aching or not, she felt a twinge between her thighs at the memory. She’d never thought anything could be so hot.

  She reckoned it would be payback time in the near future. And another twinge in her sex made her realize the idea was in no way repugnant.

  Oh God, one day of sex and she was turning into a pervert.

  What would she be like after two days?

  Jake was hopefully off somewhere foraging for food because her stomach was growling from her energetic night.

  She got out of bed and headed to the empty bathroom. She eyed up the big claw-foot tub, turned on the hot water, and poured in some bath salts. A good soak and she’d be ready for more. She piled her hair on top of her head and stepped into the water. Sinking down was bliss.

  She was lying back, dozing in the warmth, when there was a light tap on the door.

  “Come in.”

  Jake entered carrying two mugs of coffee. “I’ve brought breakfast but no rush—it’s cold. I thought you’d not want to wait for the coffee.”

  “You’re actually quite domesticated, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, I’d m
ake someone an excellent husband.”

  Her gaze flew to his face, but his expression was bland. That was just a throwaway comment, wasn’t it?

  He wore black jeans and nothing else, and the memory of what they had done together washed over her in a wave of heat. Each time he’d sated her, but she always came back wanting more. The idea should worry her. After all, wasn’t the point to get him out of her system? She pushed the anxiety aside. This weekend wasn’t about worrying; it was about getting so much of each other that she’d never want to combine the words sex and Jake in the same sentence again.

  The tub was big, with the taps in the center. Plenty of room for two.

  She took the coffee from him and placed it on the floor beside her. “Why don’t you join me?”

  He put down his own coffee and stripped off his jeans in answer.

  He was semi-hard and growing. Was he always like that?

  She’d thought he’d take the other end, but he motioned for her to shift forward and then slid in behind her, his legs on either side of her, his cock nudging her buttocks. He eased her back, and she settled against his chest.

  “How do you feel?” he murmured against her neck.

  “A little sore. You?”

  He laughed softly. “A little sore.”

  She picked up the coffee and sipped, and for a few minutes they sat in companionable silence. Who would have thought she could be naked in a bath with Jake and feel so relaxed?

  “What would you like to do today?” he asked. “We could go into Kinlochleven for lunch.”

  She didn’t want to go anywhere, and she didn’t want to see anyone. If this was the only time she got with Jake like this, she didn’t want to waste it.

  “I’d rather stay here.”

  “What right here?” His voice was teasing. “In the bath? All weekend?”

  It wasn’t a bad idea, providing the hot water didn’t run out. But maybe not—she’d go all wrinkly. Or they’d fall asleep and drown or… “Well, I might make it as far as the bedroom.”

  He kissed the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “So where are you sore? Here?” He slipped one arm around her and his fingers grazed her nipples. Sore or not, they came to immediate attention. He moved his hand lower, stroking her belly. He gave her ruby a little tweak, then slid beneath the water to cup between her thighs. “Here?”