Book Four: Billionaire Baby Secret, #4

by Nikki Steele

  “Hot tub?” he asked again, and this time I nodded. My heart was in my throat and I felt slightly nauseated with fear, but if that kiss told me anything, it was that the man wanted me. What else could he do to me with that tongue?

  We stepped onto the deck, where snow was now falling. The tub was protected by an overhang, but I could use the temperature as an excuse to strip down quickly and get into the water.

  And that was exactly what I did, pulling off my boots and casting them aside, then stripping off my leggings and sweater. I was just about to tear off my underwear and submerge when a command made me stop.

  I froze, feeling exposed.

  He was looking at me, eyes raking over my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. I didn’t believe him, and I turned my face away. He stepped closer to me and ran his fingertips along my shoulders, then down my chest and over my breasts. Electricity sparked when he skimmed my nipples. I felt like it should arc from one to the other.

  His fingers roamed lower, over my stomach and hips. “Why be ashamed of this beauty?” he asked.

  He kissed me again, lightly this time, while slipping the bra straps from my shoulders. I shivered from both his touch, and the cold. He must have felt this, because he chuckled. “You should get in the water,” he murmured. I nodded, and when he stepped back I unhooked my bra and allowed it to fall from my breasts. I was watching him, and I saw him catch his breath. Then I turned and slowly lowered my panties with a feeling of strange power.

  I would never see this man again. And it felt... free. I could be who I wanted, and do what I wanted, without fear or anxiety. Tonight, I could skinny dip in a hot tub with a stranger. And then tomorrow, I could be myself once again.

  I stepped into the water and settled myself against the wall of the hot tub. It was comfortable here; a change after shivering in the cold.

  “Your turn,” I said, hearing the new confidence in my voice and liking it. I watched hungrily as he took off his sweater, my fingers aching to touch him. He was built solid, strong, and lean. He stripped off his pants, then, and his shorts. Though I didn’t have much experience with the male form, I knew what I saw was exceptional. I felt a stirring in my body that had nothing to do with the heat of the tub.

  He slipped beneath the water with me, and approached. “Come here,” he whispered, holding his hands out to me. I crossed the tub, gliding toward him. It felt so graceful and sexy to moving through the water totally naked—there was something erotic about the feel of it on every part of your body; the tingle as it moved past your skin.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed against him, then tilted my head up for another kiss. This time I whimpered slightly when I felt his tongue touch mine.

  His hands slid down my back until they cupped my backside. My whimper became a moan. I moved my own hands over his shoulders and tight chest, reveling in the feel of him. When his mouth left mine and began trailing kisses down my throat, I buried my fingers in his thick dark hair and let my head fall back. I bared myself to him, completely.

  His mouth latched onto my neck and I moaned again, my skin on fire, hotter than the water in which we soaked. I felt his hands cupping my butt squeeze, and then slip forward around my hips.

  I stayed them. “Jax...”

  “Yes?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

  “I’m... not very experienced doing this. It’s been a long time.”

  He nuzzled my neck. “If you’ll be my student, I can be a very good teacher.”

  My head arched back. “Mmm. I think I could like that.”

  His hands resumed their journey. I gasped as they moved between my legs.

  “Shhhh...” he whispered, “the first lesson is, relax and enjoy.” He resumed his kissing, and I did as I was told, allowing myself to succumb to the private sensation of being touched. It was unreal, I felt like I was floating in a sea of bliss, not a pool of water, and he soon had me aching for release.

  “So good,” I murmured between whimpers. “So good, Jax...” I felt him chuckle against my skin at the amazement in my voice.

  “Do you want more? Do you want me to teach you more?” he whispered into my ear, sweeping his tongue around the edge of the lobe before taking it between his teeth. I shuddered, and then nodded. I wanted very badly to learn everything he could teach.

  His mouth moved down to suckle at me, lapping at hard nipples just above the waterline, as his hands worked other areas below. I panted through open lips, watching him as he explored me with his fingers. His touch was intoxicating. His mouth left my skin and I felt cold air; he strummed my nipples with his thumbs and I cried out softly, head rolling back on my shoulders.

  “Do you like me playing with your breasts?” he murmured. “Do you like the cold air, after my warm breath?

  I bit my lip, then nodded.

  One of his hands left my breasts. I opened my eyes to find him reaching outside the tub. “What are you doing?” I managed through the haze of bliss enveloping me.

  “Giving you your second lesson,” he said. Then he took a handful of snow in his hand, from where it had piled up on the deck, and without another word, rubbed it against erect nipples. I yelped in shock and pleasure.

  His head dipped swiftly to my breast to replace the cold snow with his warm, wet mouth. I groaned, holding his head tightly to me. I could feel myself growing hotter; the aching between my legs getting more intense.

  Suddenly the warmth was replaced again with snow, and I cried out. I tried to pull away, the pleasure so intense it was almost torture. But he held me close to him, his strong arm around my waist, forcing me to accept what he was giving. He rubbed the snow on me, teasing and torturing me until it melted. His mouth covered the nipple again, his tongue sweeping over my sensitive flesh and making me writhe.

  He removed his mouth and I made a disappointed noise without intending to. He laughed softly. “Your second lesson was, the body can turn pain into pleasure quickly, in skilled hands.” His tongue trailed up my neck, giving me shivers. “Did you like the lesson?” he asked. He shifted himself closer to me. I could feel his need pressing against my thigh, and I knew that he had liked it, too.

  Instead of answering I growled, then pulled him toward me, kissing him passionately. Tonight I could be who I wanted to be. Not the assistant, not the masseuse, but a sexual tigress liberated by his hand. I rubbed myself against him, under the water, using its smooth lubrication as oil between our bodies. He groaned as the pressure of our hips stimulated us both.

  His hands grasped me, spreading my legs, using my own movement to stimulate me even as my body stimulated him. I nearly screamed.

  “Please... please...” I whispered, my own body faltering in its movements as I began to lose concentration.

  He grinned, pressing the advantage. “Lesson number three is, it’s much more fun if you let me be in control.”

  He pushed me back against the seat of the tub, moving between my legs to glide his cupped hand over me with a smooth, steady rhythm. I grasped him while he worked, though I could do little else but hold on with clenched, shuddering fingers as he worked me higher and her. Soon the aching tension he’d created was tearing me apart.

  I was being driven mad. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and I curled up to press my face against his shoulder as the intensity began to peak. My breathing quickened. My fingers curled into his back. And then his free hand reached across to grab just the tiniest pinch of snow and sit it, balancing, atop a nipple. The icy pain, unrelenting, turned to indescribable pleasure. I screamed into his shoulder as the force of my passion overtook me.

  He held me as I recovered, wiping away the snow as I trembled from the aftershocks. Gentle kisses moved along my shoulders and the back of my neck. Eventually I was recovered enough to pull away from him and smile.

  “Let’s go inside,” he suggested. I nodded, and I felt him twitch against me. Tonight wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.

  “There should be robes in tha
t closet,” he said, pointing to an almost hidden door in the wall. I was surprised, having not noticed it before now. We climbed from the tub and quickly wrapped ourselves against the cold night air. I knew I’d never look at snow the same way again, and I blushed.

  We gathered our things and he followed me upstairs to my room. I giggled, tipsy on bourbon and sex. “We have to be quiet,” I whispered, feeling like I was back in high school and hiding a boyfriend from Mom and Dad.

  That all went out the window as soon as we closed the door of my bedroom. He ripped my robe open, throwing me onto the bed, then knelt down at the edge. His tongue dove where his hands had been in the tub, and soon I was lit on fire from within once more.

  Then I felt a different pressure. Further back, below where his tongue worked. I looked up suddenly. “Your next lesson,” he said, coming up with a lick, “is that there are many different pleasure zones in the body.”

  I gasped as I felt his finger slide across my back door. It felt dirty, tawdry... but also amazing. Tonight, I decided suddenly, I was going to be the sort of girl that did this, and enjoyed it. I nodded, and his head moved back down between my legs. His tongue lapped out, pleasuring me in little flicks from the front. Then the tip of his finger slid in from the back.

  I gasped—a million nerve endings had just fired all at once; my body a Christmas tree plugged directly into a lightning bolt. My eyes rolled back at the sensation. I would never see this man again, but oh how I wished I could when he showed me these sorts of wonders!

  The finger slid in further. I could feel it deep inside. Between it and the tongue at the front, I was being driven mad. I cried out, unable to keep quiet, my juices flowing freely as another orgasm began to build.

  Then his mouth moved from the front, and two fingers slid inside there, too. He began to pump them in and out. I was saying something to him, begging him I think, but I couldn’t concentrate on the words as I writhed on the bed before him. I never wanted this to stop, and at the same time I ached for that sweet end I could feel fast approaching.

  His fingers curled. I could almost feel them touching, inside me. And then the wave crashed down as I arched my back, my hips leaving the bed and thighs gripping Jax’s head. A series of explosions were going off, starting at my pelvis and radiating throughout my body. My muscles unclenched from around his fingers only slowly.

  “Did you like lesson four?” he asked.

  “Mmm-hmm,” I moaned, lost in bliss. I felt incredible.

  “Touch yourself for me,” he commanded, still kneeling between my hips. “We’re about to begin lesson five.”

  In my newfound persona, I found it easy to bring a hand between my legs. I stared into his eyes as my other hand caressed a breast and then pinched a nipple. His eyes widened when he saw my enthusiasm. “What’s lesson five?” I asked, breathless.

  He stood up, and now my own eyes widened. His member was standing hard and erect upon his naked body, obvious in his passion for me. “Lesson five,” he said, stroking himself slowly. “Is that no matter how good my hands or even your hands feel...” he knelt on the bed above me, and positioned himself at my entrance, “my cock is going to feel better.” In one smooth motion, he slid himself inside.

  I gasped as his our hips met and I felt him within. I was so filled. This... this was so much better than before. It was intimate, and electric, and urgent—I gripped his shoulders as he began to move in and out. It didn’t take long for me to buck against him, clenching him tight, once more.

  “Roll over. Hands and knees.”

  I did as he commanded eagerly, positioning myself to find him moments later sliding his hard shaft between my lips once more.

  The fire that he had set ablaze within me just wouldn’t go out. Not tonight. It was time to show him the tigress he had freed.

  I pushed myself until I was nearly in his lap, and I then I began to slam back and forth into him in urgent passion, my movements dictated not by me, but by an unleashed beast with my name.

  His hands roamed my body roughly, fondling swinging breasts before cupping and squeezing my backside. His fingers, as they began to circle that place they had entered before, only added fuel to the fire. “Lesson number four,” I panted. “Now!”

  I felt a finger slide inside, and my eyes rolled back. Now there were two blazing fires within me; the bonfire of his thickness, and a smaller conflagration that added to the other, stoking it into something more—an inferno.

  I reached behind myself and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him toward me for a deep kiss as we moved together. We panted in time, both of us rocketing toward release. His upward thrusts got more frantic. My thighs began to tremble. And then we were both lost as the sparks we had created became explosions that rocked our souls.

  Minutes later we laid together in the mess than was now my bed; I had never felt so much pleasure in my life. Nothing could have topped what he had done to me, and for me.

  I fell asleep in his arms, with my head on his chest and a smile on my face.

  Chapter 7

  I woke up the next morning with the vague idea that something special had happened... but I wasn’t quite sure what. Then I heard soft snoring from the man beside me. My eyes flew open and it all came rushing back.

  I looked at him, laying there looking gorgeous even while in a deep sleep. The early morning sunlight streamed through the windows and highlighted his perfect profile. I could hardly believe he’d spent the entire night. Was it gauche to take a selfie of the two of us for future proof? I decided that it was.

  As much as a very large part of me wanted Erica to see this walking, talking sex god... I had a feeling it might not be the best idea for the two of them to run into each other. He wasn’t like Brian, Erica’s Prom date. I knew that, with all my heart. But still, a tiny little worry niggled, why even take the chance?

  I ran my fingers over his chest and gently kissed him on the cheek, waking him.

  “Good morning,” he murmured. He smiled sleepily at me, and though I knew it would defeat the whole point of a one night stand, I wished that we could stay in bed together all day.

  “Good morning,” I replied. “I’m so sorry to wake you, but I have to get rolling. I’m already late waking up my sister.”

  “Understood,” he assured me. “I have to get moving, too. Lots to do today.”

  It occurred to me that I still had no idea what Jax did, but then asking personal questions might seem weird when he was about to leave. Instead I hopped out of bed and wrapped myself in one of the fluffy robes we’d discarded on the floor the night before.

  “Meet me in the kitchen,” I said before slipping out of the room and down the stairs. I’d been bored yesterday and decided to try my hand at recreating those fantastic chocolate croissants I’d picked up at the store; I pulled two from the freezer and slid them into the toaster oven. By the time he was dressed and downstairs, they were heated through.

  “Here you go,” I said with a timid smile. Even after everything we’d done just hours earlier I still felt shy around him—it was absurd. “I thought I’d try my own version of these—you be the judge of whether I did a good job.”

  He accepted the croissant with a wide smile, and after taking a bite closed his eyes and moaned a little. “Oh my god,” he murmured, his mouth full. “Amazing.”

  “As good as the ones from the bakery?” I asked.

  “So much better,” he insisted. “Really. You have a gift. I mean, who comes home and decides to make their own chocolate croissants just because?” He took another bite, then added, “I’m glad you did, of course.”

  We both laughed softly, and I walked him to the door. “Is it weird that I want to thank you?” I whispered, feeling like an idiot. I had no idea how to navigate this.

  He looked down at me and shook his head. “Not weird. I want to thank you, too. Last night, well... you saw a side of me that I don’t often show.” He leaned down and kissed me softly, the taste of chocolate on his lips
.

  Then he turned and walked out the door, looking back at me when he reached the stairs leading from the porch. “Seriously. Bakery. Do it.” He raised what was left of his croissant to me as he walked away. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  * * *

  Erica was half an hour late for her morning training session by the time I woke her. Never mind that she had an alarm clock she never used, it was all my fault.

  “How can you be so thoughtless?” she yelled as she ran down the stairs and picked up her gym bag. “I swear to god, you have one job! How hard is it to make sure I’m up on time in the morning?”

  One job—that was rich. Cleaner, baker, masseuse, human alarm clock... for one job, it was all starting to pile up pretty damn quick. I opened my mouth to say something to her, but she was out the door before I could.

  I bore the slam with bemusement, then decided that today, I didn’t care. I’d had the most amazing night of my life last night. And nothing, absolutely nothing, would ruin this day.

  I started by making my bed, a smile creeping upon my face when I thought of last night’s antics upon it. As I retuned the robes to the cupboard beside the hot tub, a huge goofy grin split my face.

  I’d been a tigress last night, an animal in a nest of sheets who’d found pleasure over and over again. It was freeing—liberating to know there was a secret side of me that could do things like that; devoid of guilt or any expectation but to experience ecstasy. I was humming as I made a picnic lunch to deliver to Erica. And for once, I didn’t want to eat a single thing while I did it.

  * * *

  The sponsors of the competition had a photo shoot during the lunch break. I’d arranged with Erica the previous morning to bring her lunch to her. She’d still be mad at me, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t have traded my night with Jax for the world.

  It was a beehive of activity when I arrived. There were people everywhere; photographers, athletes, sponsors, trainers. And then there was little ol’ me, hanging out in the background. As always.