The Taming of the Billionaire

by Jessica Clare

  “Like punching a buddy?” Asher said caustically, but from the sound of it, he was getting up.

  “I said something I’d regret later,” Magnus told him in a cold voice. “I don’t regret that.” Edie’s hand continued to pet his arm, his only anchor to sanity.

  “Fuck you,” Asher said.

  The gardens grew silent. When Magnus calmed and finally opened his eyes, Asher was gone. He looked over his shoulder and saw Asher retreating with his lady friend. Edie was still at his side, petting his arm, and the look on her face was one of concern.

  He glanced down at where she was touching him. “How come you’re stroking my arm?”

  Her hands snatched away. “Seems to work for cats.” Her tone sounded a little embarrassed, though it was too dark to see if she was blushing or not. “Are you all right?”

  He was, and he wasn’t. He was because she was here now, at his side, and he was still pissed that she had to hear Asher’s bitter words and assume the worst, that he was taking one for the team. Because wasn’t that what he was doing for Bianca and Levi when they wanted to get together? Sacrificing his own free time so Levi could flirt? He hated himself a little for going along with it. Edie would be devastated if she found out the truth. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

  “I’m not,” she said, her voice light. “It’s not every day I see a man get punched because he called me a gimp.”

  “Asher has . . . issues.”

  “No shit.” Her voice was full of amusement.

  Her laughing voice made him feel a little better. “You’re not a gimp.”

  “I know,” Edie said.

  “I’m also not taking one for the team.”

  “I know that, too. I saw the blonde you were with.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not with her. I don’t want her. Not in the slightest.” As he gazed down at her vulnerable face, it struck him that the only one he really wanted was . . . Edie. And it had nothing to do with Levi or Bianca or anyone else. He wanted Edie because he wanted to kiss her for his own reasons. He wanted to grab her and strip her naked and touch her all over because he wanted to see her reactions, to hear her soft sighs, to kiss her demanding mouth because it was Edie, not because anyone was making him.

  And at that realization, he grinned to himself. Fuck Levi. He wouldn’t play his games anymore because now, for Magnus? It wasn’t a game. It was all about Edie. “I’m not taking one for the team,” he stated again.

  Her look grew amused. “So why did you punch him, Magnus?”

  “Because I don’t like the thought of someone hurting you.”

  Edie’s expression changed. She gazed up at him thoughtfully, as if considering something.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I’ve decided to say ‘fuck it’ to the rules.” With that, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hauled him down to her for a kiss.

  Chapter Ten

  Magnus was more than a little stunned at Edie’s kiss. He was unmoving, shocked as her sweet, full lips pressed against his for a moment. Then his brain—and okay, his dick—kicked in. His arms went around her and his mouth parted against hers, and he kissed her back, like he’d been wanting to for what felt like forever. He took control of the kiss, demanding that Edie’s lips part under his. When they did, he gave her the full-court press, using tongue and technique to show her just how good kissing him could be. He could feel her tremble against him, and his arms tightened around her, wanting to protect her from the world.

  She was his, goddamn it. Let anyone just try and fucking hurt her again.

  His mouth devoured hers, his tongue stroking against her tongue before moving to skim along those sinful lips of hers. God, he loved her fucking mouth. Sweet and full and pouty from his kisses. He pulled away for a moment, just so he could admire the wet gleam of moonlight on those lips, and she gave him a dazed expression.

  “W-why are we stopping?”

  He leaned down and kissed her again, hard, fierce. Then, he forced himself to pull away. “Because there’s a party,” he said softly, unable to help himself from touching her. His hand went to her face and he rubbed his thumb along her full, wet lower lip. His cock surged in response, imagining how she’d look with those lips wrapped around it. And fuck, he was regretting the tight pants of his damn costume, because everyone was going to see every inch of how he felt about Edie. “And you probably want to go back to it, right?”

  She gave her head a little shake. “Fuck the party. I want you.” And she nipped at his thumb with her teeth, a sultry look in her eyes.

  He groaned at that, unable to look away. “I’m about two seconds away from dragging you behind a bush and fucking the daylights out of you.”

  She nipped his thumb again. “One. Two.”

  Goddamn. This woman would be the death of him. “I don’t have a condom on me.”

  “Then pull out before you come.” Her tongue swiped at the pad of his thumb. “Just make it good for me first.”

  “Oh, I’ll make it good for you,” he whispered, leaning close. His hand left her waist and moved to her ass, clenching it hard. “I’m going to lick your pussy so hard you’re not going to be able to walk straight.”

  “That’s not much of a threat for a girl like me, Magnus,” she teased. Her hand moved down the front of his chest, then landed at his waist.

  “Then I’ll lick your pussy so hard that I won’t be able to walk straight,” he told her.

  She trembled in his arms. “Where should we go? I need you now. Right now.” Her hand squeezed his ass. “God, your butt is amazing. I want this naked and on top of me.”

  He groaned and captured her mouth again. “Farther into the bushes. Come on.”

  Taking her hand in his, he pulled her forward, need surging through him. More than anything, he wanted to toss her to the ground and start rutting on her like an animal, because his adrenaline was pumping so fiercely and he suspected that Edie would get off on that roughness. After all, she’d kissed him right after he’d punched a man for her. But the ground was damp and cold, and the last thing he wanted to do was to get Edie wet. He wanted this to be all about her pleasure. He thought about being the one on the ground and Edie above him, riding him, and forced himself to discard the delicious idea. He didn’t know how her knee would handle that. This first time, it needed to be incredible for both of them. So he kept stalking farther into the gardens, farther away from the party, until he found just what he wanted.

  There, up ahead, there was a large solitary flat-topped rock that was about waist-high for Edie, slightly lower for him. As he approached it, he saw a big bronze sundial was set atop the rock as a decoration. Releasing Edie’s hand, Magnus grabbed it and hefted. It was heavy, but not attached to the rock itself. With a fierce toss, he threw it aside onto the ground, swept the rock with his palm, and then turned to Edie.

  “That was . . . impressive,” she murmured, her voice all breathless and sweet. She moved toward the rock and then looked at it uncertainly, so he took her by the waist and hefted her up on it. She weighed almost nothing, and for a moment, he was acutely aware of her fragility. She didn’t seem fragile usually, because she was too busy spitting fire at him. But here in the dark, with her silent? He was aware of the delicacy of her bones, her small form.

  He vowed to make this the best damn sex she’d ever had. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

  Edie chuckled, the sound throaty and sweet. “Are we alone here?” Her feet swung atop the rock and for a moment, she looked uncertain.

  “Alone enough,” he said. “No one’s going to come out this far.” And he stepped forward, pressing his weight between her legs and tilting his head up to kiss her. From this vantage point, she was taller than him, but not by much. It actually put her breasts at the perfect height, and oh, he had plans for those tits.

  She bent in to
kiss him, her mouth brushing against his, and he tugged her closer, pulling her forward on the rock until her body was flush with his. He kept kissing her, his mouth coaxing hers with deep, teasing licks, and his hand went to cup the back of her neck. She moaned against his mouth at that, and he nearly came undone in his pants at the sexy sound. He kissed her harder, and his hand moved from her neck to her bare shoulder, that strange shirt exposing the creamy slope of one breast for him. It wouldn’t take much to tug the collar down and expose her breast for his mouth, and the thought tantalized him. He broke off the kiss with several smaller ones, then dragged his fingers down her bare shoulder. “I want to see you, Edie. I want to put my mouth on those pretty tits of yours.”

  She shuddered against him, but her hand went to her shirt, and she tugged it down for him. It was fucking sexy as hell to see, and when her strapless bra was exposed, he took the initiative, peeling it back and revealing one taut nipple. “Fuck, that’s pretty,” he told her softly, and enjoyed that she trembled to hear the words. She was so fucking responsive already. It made his dick hard as a rock just to see. “These breasts are gorgeous,” he told her, and it was the truth. The breast now exposed to his gaze was full and rounded, with a small, hard tip, the peak a rosy, dusky shade. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, then began to kiss his way down to her breast, making sure to lavish attention to every inch of skin in between. He cupped her breast in his hand, plumping it, and she shivered against him again. He cupped the underside and lifted her breast so the nipple jutted out, utter mouthwatering perfection. And Magnus put his mouth on the tip, stroking his tongue over the pebbled tip.

  She sucked in a breath. Her hands moved, went to his hair, and as he tongued and licked her nipple, he could feel her body arching and shivering against him. He lapped at the tip, then swirled around it with his tongue, seeing which movements got the best response out of her. She seemed to like it especially when he dragged his tongue slowly over it, so he did that over and over again, then sucked hard.

  Edie gave a small cry, her fingers clenching at the sides of his head. He felt her hips move on the rock, as if subconsciously rocking against him. Fuck, that was sweet. He continued to nibble and suck at that delicious breast, and his other hand went under her skirt, seeking her pussy. He found the crotch of her panties, and groaned to find it soaking wet with arousal. “God, you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

  A little gasping moan was her response.

  He gently bit at her nipple, and her hips pushed against the hand cupping her sex. He looked up at her and she had that sleepy-eyed, oh-so-fuckable look on her face, just like he’d imagined. His cock ached from needing her. “I want to get these panties off you,” he told her. “Take them off. I want you bare for me.” He pushed a finger against her folds, finding her clit through the damp fabric. “Want you ready for me.”

  She nodded and hitched up her skirt on both sides, then tilted her weight onto one side, then the other, shimmying her panties down. She tugged them off her legs and then looked around, confused. “I don’t have any place to put them.”

  He grabbed them out of her hand and threw them into the bushes.

  She gave a startled cry and pounded a fist on his shoulder pad. “I need those!”

  Magnus gave her a wicked look. “Not tonight, you don’t.”

  Her eyes went heavy-lidded again and her gaze focused on his mouth once more.

  Then they were kissing again, drawn together by the heat between them. Wild, passionate, hot kisses that were a clash of tongue and lip, and she made soft little noises of pleasure in her throat at each thrust of his tongue into her mouth that drove him mad. His hand cupped her breast again, unable to stop touching it, touching her, and when she arched against his palm, he wanted more. “Let me lick your pussy,” he murmured between kisses. “Right here. Right now.”

  She moaned, and he could feel the little shudder of arousal rippling through her. In contrast with the soft sounds she was making, though, her body grew stiff. “Will someone see?” she asked in a shy voice.

  “No one’s out here but us,” he said, and sucked on that sinful upper lip for a moment, until she weakened against him. “I’ll put my head under your skirt and no one will see anything but legs and shoulders. My face and my tongue will be buried between those sweet thighs of yours.”

  Edie gave another soft little moan. Then she nodded, kissing him one more time.

  Reluctantly, he tugged her blouse up over her gorgeous little breast, because he knew she was concerned about someone seeing. “Feels like a shame to hide this,” he murmured as he did, and she made another one of those soft, breathless noises that told him that his words aroused her as much as his touch did. “Lean back for me,” he told her.

  She did, but only halfway, propping up on her elbows so her body wasn’t entirely flat and so she could watch him. And fuck, that was a turn-on, too, that she wanted to see what he was doing, even if it was just the bob of his head under her skirt. He suspected his cat lady had a bit of a dirty side to her.

  “Let’s see what we have hiding underneath here,” Magnus said, putting his hands on her thighs and hitching up her skirt. The costume fell to mid-calf on one side of her dress, the other hitched up to her thigh. As he pulled the skirts back, he saw her bad knee, a mass of scar tissue and dimpled surgical scars over her flesh. He ignored it, because he wasn’t sure how she’d take a thorough inspection, and instead kissed his way up her thigh before flipping her skirt over his head and going for the main course.

  Underneath her skirt, he could make out the scent of her arousal, and it made his mouth water before he’d even put his lips to her. He felt her body stiffen again; the tension was in the muscles of her thighs, the way she seemed to clench everything as she breathed. His nose brushed against the curls of her mound, and he pressed his tongue against her skin, tasting her. He felt her suck in, and it encouraged him to do more. His tongue pressed harder, and a burst of sweet slickness flavored his tongue. “God, you taste good.”

  She shuddered again, and her hand pressed against the back of his head through the skirts, just like he’d fantasized. “Keep going.”

  “Oh, I plan on it,” he told her, and buried his face against her flesh, tasting. He explored her with his mouth since he couldn’t with his eyes. The folds of her pussy were wet with her juices, and her clit poked out against his tongue every time he swept his mouth over her. The well of her sex was swollen with arousal, and as he thrust his tongue against it, she squirmed.

  “Please,” she moaned. “Oh yes, Magnus.”

  “You like my mouth on that sweet pussy of yours, Edie?” He breathed between licks. He stroked his tongue from core to clit, lapping up her taste.

  “Oh god, yes.”

  “Then tell me what you want. Show me.”

  Her hand pressed down on the back of his head again as he moved toward her clit. “Right there,” she told him in a soft voice. “Suck me there.”

  “Yeah?” he murmured, moving to the spot. He swiped his tongue over her clit again and then took the small nub into his mouth, sucking like she’d demanded. There was nothing sexier than a woman that knew what she wanted in bed.

  Edie whimpered, a sexy little sound, and her hips began to rise against his face as he licked and sucked at her clit, giving her what she wanted. His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her in place so she couldn’t get away from his ministrations, and as he lapped and flicked his tongue, alternately sucking, her movements grew more and more frantic, her whimpers escalating. “Oh, please. Oh, Magnus. Yes. Right there,” she whispered when his tongue rubbed against the side of her clit. “God, right there. Oh. Oh! I’m going to come. Oh, god, don’t stop! Oh! Oh, god,” she cried out, and her knees raised into the air even as he felt the orgasm rock through her. “Oh,” she whimpered again, the sound so fucking sexy it made his dick throb with every utterance. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” And with every little nois
e she made, he flicked his tongue again, milking the orgasm so it seemed to last forever.

  And then her whimpers turned into a soft, drawn-out sigh, and he felt her sag against the rock, her body going boneless. He gave her one last swipe of his tongue, enjoying the quivers that moved through her body. He licked his lips and pulled his head free from her skirt, and felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight of her. Edie was flat on her back, her nipples poking through the fabric of her blouse. One hand was pressed to her forehead, shiny with sweat, and her hair was mussed. She had a dazed look of sheer pleasure on her face.

  Fucking gorgeous. He dragged her hips to the edge of the rock, keeping her skirts hitched up around her thighs, and freed his cock from the lacings of his football leggings. The cup he’d worn as part of the costume was constricting the hell out of him, to an almost painful degree, and when he ripped it off and his cock sprang loose, he let go a sigh of relief. Then, he stepped forward and pressed the length of his cock against her wet folds, rubbing it along her sex to lubricate himself in case she wasn’t quite yet wet enough to take him. “I’m going to fuck you now, Edie,” he told her. “Put your legs around me.”

  Her knees lifted and he felt her calves press against the backs of his legs. Her lips parted, her face intent as she watched him. Waiting for him. Now, he decided that there was a look on Edie’s face that he liked better than that sleepy, fuck-me look. The one when she was getting fucked. With that thought surging through his mind, he sank his cock deep into her.

  The first moment was pure fucking bliss. She gave another one of those sexy whimpers, and he felt her all around him, so tight, her pussy clenching him like a fist. And bare. God, he was bare inside her. It was the fucking danger zone, but he’d revel in it for a few moments regardless. He closed his eyes, every nerve ending in his dick screaming for release, and concentrated on Edie.

  Every woman fucked different than the last. Magnus had figured that out in college, when the girlfriend he was positive he’d been bringing to screaming orgasms told her best buddy she was faking, and the news got back to him. Once his ego had sufficiently recovered, he started to pay attention to how the woman below him responded to his touch. Some were so into their own head that dirty talk and a few touches would make them come like rockets. Some needed constant touching and lots of heavy pounding to get close to an orgasm. Some didn’t come without lots and lots of pussy-eating and encouragement. A lot of them didn’t come from vaginal penetration at all, and those were the hardest clues to pick up, because a lot of women would just fake so as not to insult her partner. So he closed his eyes and mentally waited for Edie’s signals, his cock buried deep inside her. Right about now, she’d either encourage him for more, or subtly give off the “hurry up and get off me” signals. He shifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her.