Billionaire Biker (Billionaires - #23)

by Claire Adams

  A lopsided grin appeared on his face. “I’ll make you come plenty of times in twenty minutes.” The next thing I knew his T-shirt went flying, revealing his tattoos and those wonderful muscles that had enticed me so much the other day.

  He was halfway to removing his belt when I realized I needed to take care of my own clothes. In my case, it was easy—just drop my robe and pull off my nightie.

  Now naked, both of us stood there, taking each other in. My hungry gaze roamed Drew’s magnificent body. His cock was already rock hard for me. Warmth pooled in my center, anticipation building.

  He walked over and shoved me. I fell backward onto my bed with a yelp. Before I could even say anything, his tongue was on my clit.

  My breathing turned ragged, and I brought a hand to my mouth. Drew’s skillful tongue and mouth continued their work, teasing and sucking on my sensitive bud. The glorious pressure surged in my center.

  I hadn’t even realized my eyes were closed until his rough finger entered my tight pussy. I gasped.

  Drew began pumping with his finger, but not stopping his loving on my clit. I whimpered and moaned as warmth filled my entire body.

  A second and third finger joined the first. The combined three fingers were almost as satisfying as his cock. Almost.

  I plastered my hand over my mouth as I cried out my release, my back arching and my body shuddering from the climax.

  “Only a few minutes gone,” Drew said as he slowly pulled his fingers and mouth away from me. He grinned at me and commanded. “On your stomach.”

  I flipped over on to my stomach, lifting my ass in the air. My body was still weak from my orgasm. Cool air met my hot pussy, and I let out a quiet moan.

  “Oh, I’ll make you moan all right,” Drew muttered.

  “Don’t you want me to suck you off?” I said.

  “Nah. I like it, but today I can’t wait that long. Like you said, we’re on a timer.”

  His rough hands skimmed down my sides until they found my hips.

  “You ready, Cat?” Drew said, his voice almost a growl.

  “Yes, I’m ready.”

  “What do you want?”

  “You know what I want,” I whined.

  “Tell me what you want. Be crystal clear.”

  “Fuck me, please,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me with your cock until I cum.”

  Drew shoved into me with one strong push. My breath caught as he stretched me. The wonderful sensation of fullness quickly swallowed the brief twinge of pain.

  I realized if he had tried this before I already had an orgasm, it would have hurt like hell, but given how hard he was when we started, it must have been torture for him not to plunge right into me.

  “You like that?” he said. He pulled back once and slammed into me again.

  I answered him with a muffled moan. I kept my face pushed flat against the bed so I wouldn’t wake up my son.

  “How about this?” Drew said.

  Again, his powerful cock pounded me.

  If it weren’t for the bed muffling me, I would have probably woken the entire neighborhood with my moans.

  Drew continued hammering into me, his pace steadily increasing. The pleasure built, layer on layer, along with the pressure. Another ecstatic explosion threatened to arrive soon.

  Each thrust knocked any new thought out of my head. My hands fisted the sheets. My breasts rubbed against the soft fabric. Yes, a quickie in the office was nice, but being fucked on a soft bed was like nothing else.

  “Drew,” I moaned.

  “Almost there,” he grunted.

  His angle changed, and I screamed into my bed. Before I thought I knew what pleasure was, but now as his thick rod rubbed the most sensitive parts of my pussy, I wondered if a person could go crazy from too much pleasure.

  We stayed that way for what seemed like a heavenly eternity, but it wasn’t like I was the best judge of time right then. An orgasm blasted through me, and my insides clenched his throbbing cock, trying to milk him.

  Drew didn’t cum. While my body still trembled from the orgasm, he pounded into me faster, each thrust bringing more jolts and threatening to reignite the dying orgasm.

  Faster. Even faster. How could he move so fast?

  I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the pleasure.

  This time I offered a shuddered gasp as a third orgasm shook my body. I could feel his cock swell, and my hungry insides were able to help milk all the cum from him they wanted.

  We lay there, sweat-covered, his cock still inside me. My entire body burned with pleasure. When Drew finally pulled out, I collapsed on the bed, taking deep breaths.

  The bed squeaked as he stood. “Still got five minutes, but I’m guessing we should get dressed, and I should get out of here before Jack wakes up and sees me.”

  “O-okay,” I managed to get out. Still on my stomach on the bed, I wasn’t even looking at him. My insides kept clenching from the residuals of my third orgasm.

  “So you prefer a table, a desk, or a bed?” Drew said. I could hear him hiking up his pants.

  “Bed, definitely a bed.”

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Drew

  I pulled into work with a stupid grin on my face, then just sat on my bike for a good couple of minutes before hopping off, whistling the entire time. There’s nothing more annoying than a guy who just got laid.

  Hustling inside the building, I picked up my pace. My little detour to Cat’s house had me arriving a little later than I normally did, but I was still in before most people, and none of the administrative or office employees were in yet.

  Once I hit my office, I wondered if I should spend a few minutes exercising. The stupid grin returned. I’d gotten more than a good workout at Cat’s house. If she’d not given me a time limit, I could have worked more than a few muscles to exhaustion.

  I walked over to my wardrobe to fish out some work clothes. A little sex might be a great pick-me-up, but I was also letting myself get distracted. I needed to get my slacks and shirt on and get out of my jeans and T-shirt.

  As I changed my clothes, my mood darkened a bit. I loved the sex, and I craved more, but that didn’t change the fact that I’d not gone to Cat’s house for sex. I’d chickened out like a big pussy.

  The whole point of me dragging my ass over to her house was to confront her about actually moving this past steamy sex and into an actual relationship. Every time we got close to seriously talking about our feelings, it seemed like we ended up fucking, instead. Sure, it was a great distraction, but it was still just that, a distraction.

  I refused to believe that Cat didn’t want more than quickies in my office or her bedroom at dawn. I think she was mostly hung up about how a relationship might hurt her job, but it didn’t have to be a big thing. It’s not like no one ever worked with someone they were in a relationship with, and, in the end, I was the damn CEO and owner. If I didn’t get special privileges, who did?

  Groaning, I shook my head. It was dumb to have even thought I could show up at her house and have that kind of conversation anyway. Even if we hadn’t fallen into bed together, it’s not like we could have a major conversation about our future right at six in the morning when her son was going to wake up any minute. Hell, I’d not even slept.

  Guys who haven’t slept probably shouldn’t be having heartfelt conversations with women about their future together.

  I stifled a yawn. I’d even forgotten my coffee at her house. How many ways was I going to drop the ball?

  My head jerked up at the sound of someone knocking. I doubted Cat could have gotten there so quickly, especially since she had to take Jack to daycare. I assumed it was Daniella.

  I checked my clothes. All nice and business casual. The laidback CEO had replaced the biker, and I wasn’t wearing the shit-eating grin anymore—a sure giveaway that I’d gotten laid.

  “Come in,” I said.

  Daniella stepped in with a smile. “I left a message on your phone
about the stunt bike situation, but you never got back to me. You can’t go and do something big about operations and then not let the head of operations know. It’s kind of a jerk move, and not a good way to run things.”

  “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” I plopped into my chair and waved a hand dismissively. “Anyway, the situation was handled to the satisfaction of all concerned. John got the bikes up to speed. He’ll talk to you today about some guys he’s going to send over there to make some adjustments, so we won’t have any other problems.” I shrugged. “The bigwigs on set all seemed happy, so the problem was solved.”

  My sister tilted her head and stared at me. My heart jumped into my throat, and I swallowed. Damn it. I prayed she wouldn’t be able to somehow figure out I’d slept with Cat that morning. I’d made sure not to grin. Maybe she could see it in my face or smell it or something.

  “You look exhausted,” Daniella said softly, concern crossing her features. She sighed and shook her head. “You’re running yourself ragged for this company. You know you didn’t have to head over to the film set personally. One thing you still need to learn about is the power of delegation.”

  “Says the woman who doesn’t even have a personal secretary.”

  “Secretaries mess with my workflow.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Besides, you’re worrying about nothing anyway,” I laughed. “Going to the movie location wasn’t a chore. I got to meet Agent 72 himself, in the flesh. The guy’s a lot shorter in person. You’d be surprised.”

  Daniella rolled her eyes. “Uh, Drew. You do know that he’s not really a secret agent, right? He’s just an actor.”

  I snorted, “Very funny. But, it’s not like I give a crap about anything else he’s in but the Thunderstruck movies, so he might as well just go by Agent 72.” I shrugged, “Anyway, half the reason I was there so late is one of the producers was showing John and me around, introducing us, and setting us up to talk directly to the stunt coordinators.” I exhaled softly. “I’m not much into that Hollywood crap, but the whole behind-the-scenes thing was actually pretty interesting. They make movies—we make bikes, but both involve a lot of people and a lot of moving parts.”

  “Oh, I see how it is,” Daniella laughed. “So, really, what happened was that you played too long with your friends, and then had to come back here and work all night to catch up?”

  I gave her another shrug. It wasn’t totally true, but I didn’t want to give her any reason to be suspicious. If I gave her even the slightest hint of what was going on with Cat, she would figure it out too quickly for me to know how to handle her.

  “The important thing is that this movie deal could lead to a lot more for the company,” I said. “Yeah, I had some fun, but John did fix the bikes, and now we have a better idea of what they really need for the movie scenes.”

  Past Daniella, I saw Cat move into the open doorway. My heart picked up, but I kept my face calm.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “Am I interrupting? I can come back.”

  Daniella shook her head, “We were just finishing up anyway.”

  “I wanted to talk to you about some of the national social media campaigns,” Cat said.

  “Let’s leave my brother in peace and go talk about them in my office,” Daniella said.

  “Okay.”

  I nodded to them both, and Daniella left my office, followed by Cat. The former model glanced over her shoulder for a moment at me, an odd look on her face. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing, but I’d bet the entire company it wasn’t regret.

  Delusion? Maybe, but I wouldn’t know until I talked to her again.

  * * *

  I stared at my computer, wondering if I should send Cat an email. Maybe I could flirt with her a little more via email, or kick it middle-school style and send a ‘Do you like me? Yes or No?’ message.

  I grunted. Both were dumbass ideas. This wasn’t some movie. This was my life. If Cat was worried about how a relationship might affect her at work, the last thing she needed was me trying to be cutesy and flirting with her through work emails. If anything, it’d probably only piss her off.

  Shit. An ex-girlfriend used to make me sit through chick flicks. I remember one in particular, Bridget Jones’s Diary, where the douchebag boss was doing the cute email flirting shit. Screw that. I needed to get my balls together and just go talk to her like a man. The situation had only gotten like this because I’d been too chickenshit to really go after her.

  I considered when the best time to approach her would be.

  Maybe at lunch. I already ate lunch in the cafeteria like any other employee, so it wouldn’t be a big deal if I sat down at her table and started chatting her up. People had seen me rush off to take to her the hospital. Eating lunch would seem small potatoes in comparison.

  I nodded to myself, then smiled. Yeah. Now I had a plan. This would work out great. The only thing I needed to do was make sure I sat by her before someone else did. The last thing I wanted to do was have a personal conversation with some third wheel hanging around.

  * * *

  Like some old dude who’d been dead for a long time once said: “No plan survives contact with the enemy.”

  In this case, the enemy was my own flesh and blood.

  I’d even left for lunch early. I should have known something was up when I noticed Cat wasn’t at her desk, but I hoped she was just in the bathroom or something.

  Nope. Wrong. When I hit the cafeteria, I spotted the blond immediately. There was one big problem: she was sitting right next to my sister.

  I grunted and moved to the serving line to pick up a meatball sub. There was no way in hell I could talk to Cat about a relationship in front of Daniella. My sister would probably freak out about it right there in the cafeteria.

  Instead, I sat next to John without even asking. Maybe that was a dick move, but we’d spent the whole other day together, so it wasn’t totally unexpected.

  “Hey, bossman.”

  “Hey, John.”

  He grinned. “Yesterday was pretty sweet.”

  I grinned back. “Yeah, sometimes we do get some cool shit with this job.”

  “I love those bikes, and I love all this year’s models.” John shook his finger, “That suspension problem on the movie site got me to thinking.”

  I snorted. “Thinking? That’s pretty dangerous coming from you, John.”

  We both shared a laugh.

  “Just some stuff I’m going to mess around with and then maybe throw toward the design department to see what they can do with it,” John said.

  “Go for it. You know how I feel. Some of the best ideas for our bikes have come from your floor guys.”

  We fell into chatting about the merits of different Stroker models and everything happening at the company recently. Between the movie and the photo shoot, it’d been a weird but exciting time. I’d been so focused on the high view, I hadn’t realized how a lot of my employees at different levels in the organization saw the whole thing.

  “You know, I still can’t believe I get paid to work with awesome-ass bikes all day,” John said.

  I stared at him for a moment before nodding. The man had a damn good point. I loved bikes and had ever since my dad first showed me one when I was a kid.

  Yeah, I liked riding around the country, but now, at the company, I didn’t just ride, I helped get bikes into the hands of more people. I had the best fucking job on the planet.

  My heart swelled with pride.

  I was glad I’d come back. Finally, I knew it for certain. Maybe it was something I hadn’t truly realized until just then.

  Sure, I wasn’t happy that my dad died, but running the company had become important to me, not just because it was my dad’s legacy or because of my sister, but because I gave a damn. I wanted to see Stroker Motorcycles succeed. I wanted my own legacy.

  It was a hell of a realization to be having over a meatball sub.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Catherine

  By Fri
day, I was feeling comfortable with my new job, but uncomfortable about the situation with Drew. He hadn’t stopped by my house again to chat or anything else. It wasn’t like he was avoiding me at work, but we also hadn’t anything more than professional conversations.

  I had no idea where that left us, and I was afraid to press him on it. The uncertainty was killing me.

  What I needed was an excuse to talk to him alone. Then maybe I could find out what we even had—if we had anything at all.

  Did I want something more? I was the one who told him we shouldn’t be pursuing a relationship, but now I felt disappointed that he hadn’t called me after the early morning visit to my house. I hadn’t expected him to call me right away, but I figured he would at least have said something. The whole three-day rule thing doesn’t make much sense when you’ve already had sex a few times.

  It’s not like I could complain too much about what we’d already shared. The sex was fantastic, but my heart ached at the idea that Drew saw me as nothing more than a woman he could screw for a few minutes then go on with the rest of his day.

  How pathetic was it that my center grew slick with need at the idea of more office sex? Until I got my body got under control, it would be hard to really know what to think about all of this. Because now, I knew nothing except that I wanted more.

  I sighed. There it was, I already had my answer. The truth I would have to accept was that I obviously wanted some sort of actual relationship with Drew—something that went beyond just sex.

  As I opened up a spreadsheet to check some information on the social media campaigns the PR department was about to send, I looked over my shoulder at Daniella’s office. She was still at a meeting. Something to do with the union contract.

  I tapped my lips, in thought. It was time for a little multi-tasking. Daniella was supposed to be the one to chat with Drew about the social media campaigns, but she was gone. This was a good chance to show some initiative and would also provide me with a nice excuse to talk to him alone.

  Sending an email with the attached spreadsheet to Drew, I included a few notes about the highlights of the campaign. We could have easily done this all over email, but it’d be easier to talk to him directly if he had any questions.