The Mogul (Necessary Lies Book 2)

by Alison Ryan

  “Why are we going to Dubai anyway?” I asked, leaning closer to him, hoping the smell of me might grasp his attention.

  “It’s far away. And I know people there that will make sure we’re never bothered,” he said. “You’ll probably be a little bored cooped up in a hotel suite but it’s just for a couple days until Dad’s done in Australia.”

  “I could never be bored around you,” I cooed. Good Lord I sounded so obvious. And desperate.

  But I was desperate. For his body.

  He looked at me now, a funny look on his face.

  “What are you doing?” he asked. I wasn’t sure what to say.

  “I just thought,” I started. “You know… Before the note…”

  He closed his laptop and turned to me. I had his full attention now, but suddenly I wasn’t sure if I wanted it.

  “Piper,” he said. “We can’t keep doing that. I told you, it was a one-time deal. Get our sexual tension out in the open, take it out on one another for a night and a day. But I can’t get involved with you. You’re already in a complicated enough situation. My job is to keep you safe and out of harm’s way.”

  Tears stung my eyes. I know he’d been honest and upfront about this but I’d stupidly thought maybe he could change his mind.

  “You’re right,” I whispered. “I’m sorry. I won’t bother you about it anymore.” I stood up but my t-shirt had somehow gotten stuck on the arm rest. It folded up at my stomach showing him exactly how bare I was underneath it. His face was now inches away from my naked ass.

  I was mortified.

  I quickly pulled the shirt away from my seat and yanked back over myself. I thought I heard him suck in a breath but I couldn’t be sure since I was quickly walking back towards my bed before he could see my tears fall.

  17

  ATLAS

  Fuck. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath that t-shirt.

  A man can only be so strong around a woman like Piper Kipton. Especially when she’s wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Her perfect, tan, luscious ass had been inches from my face. I could smell her need and my cock had immediately hardened beneath my belt.

  She’d walked away quickly. I should have just let her go. Even knowing I had hurt her again, I should have just let it go and ended it there. Continuing this was a bad idea. Especially when it was clear to me that it would be almost impossible for this to mean nothing to me.

  That killed me. I wasn’t just trying to protect Piper. I was also trying to protect myself.

  But I stood up and slowly followed her back to the rear of the cabin. She’d closed the door behind her that separated the room from the rest of the plane, and I found her lying face down on the bed, her ass up, and her t-shirt having ridden up her beautiful body.

  She was about to get exactly what she wanted.

  “Piper,” I said. “You’re only wearing a t-shirt.”

  She turned over, clearly surprised to see me standing there. Her large blues eyes were red and I could tell she was crying.

  “Yes,” she said, her voice shaking. “So what?”

  “So,” I said, approaching the bed. “You did that on purpose. To torture me. Right?”

  She shook her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But the hint of a smirk was on her beautiful face.

  I kneeled beside the bed, “You know exactly what I’m talking about. And now you’re going to pay for it. Lay on your back and spread your legs.”

  She eagerly turned onto her back, her delicious thighs opening up to reveal her pussy to me. It glistened with her arousal, her inner thighs coated in her wetness.

  I was going to fuck the shit out of her.

  But I needed to make her beg first. I undid the buckle of my jeans and pulled them off. My cock was hard and the head of it peeked over my boxer briefs. She stared at it and gasped. I pulled off my t-shirt and watched her taking in my body.

  “Take your shirt off, Piper,” I commanded.

  She pulled it off and threw it across the cabin.

  “Here,” she said. “All of this is yours, Atlas.”

  “I know that,” I said. “I can have you any fucking time I want. Right, Piper?”

  She nodded, vigorously. “Any time. You own every part of me.”

  “Especially your pussy. Say it, Piper.”

  “Especially my pussy. You can have it any time you want.”

  I nodded, “Good girl. I can have any of you, any time I want. Any position. As hard as I want. Your body was made just for me to fuck. Right?”

  She cried out, her hands wandering down to her sex, but I leaned down and yanked them above her head, pinning her to the bed.

  “No,” I growled. “Only I get to touch you there. And fuck you. Understand?”

  She nodded, “Yes. Whatever you say.”

  Her nipples were dark and hard beneath my chest. With one hand still pinning her arms above her, I let the knuckles of my other hand lightly graze one. She cried out, writhing beneath me.

  “Baby, that feels so good,” she said. “Please, the other one too.”

  I grazed the other stiff nipple with the back of my calloused hands. She cried out again.

  “I could come just from your touch,” she said.

  “You come when I say you can,” I reminded her. “Got it?”

  She nodded, whimpering, “Of course. You know what’s best.”

  “That’s fucking right,” I said. “I know what’s best for your body.”

  I ran my tongue from her collar bone down to her left nipple. I released her hands but directed her to keep them above her head.

  “If you don’t,” I said. “I’ll tie you up. And I won’t let you come.”

  She was writhing and breathless. “Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll do anything you say.”

  I put one hand between her legs while my other one teased her nipple, tracing the outside of it, not daring to touch the hardened middle. She squirmed beneath me, so eager for me to give her release.

  She had the most exquisite body I’d ever seen. It was lush and full, her breasts large, her waist small and curved in all the right places. I finally ran my tongue over the hardest part of her left nipple, and she sighed with relief. She was soaking wet on my hand and I slipped a finger inside of her, making her yelp.

  “You’re going to come for me now,” I demanded. “But it will be the first of many if I have my way with you.”

  With one finger inside of her and my thumb massaging her clit, she came for me quickly as I sucked hard on her nipple, softly biting it as her orgasm faded.

  My cock was possibly harder than it had ever been in my life, and it needed her warmth wrapped around it.

  “How much do you want me to fuck you?” I asked her. She was looking up at me with her beautiful eyes and she smiled sweetly.

  “I’ve never wanted something so much in my life,” she whispered. “Please fuck me, Atlas. As hard as you want.”

  I pushed myself inside of her, and as wet as she was, she was still so fucking tight. I growled from the pleasure she was already giving me and I immediately began to pound her, to punish her for feeling so damn good and being so unbelievably beautiful.

  “God,” she called out. “I need you all the time, Atlas. No one else can do this to me but you.”

  Her hands were on my face and the way she looked at me as I fucked her made me feel something I had never felt for a woman in my entire life. I’d never wanted to give someone the same amount of pleasure they gave me. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for Piper Kipton at that moment – at any moment, I was starting to realize. She was mine, but I was as much hers and that realization made me just want to fuck her harder, to somehow dismiss it. That feeling scared me more than anything else.

  I switched positions. While still inside her I lifted her up and on top of me, so she could ride me and I could explore her body.

  “Ride me,” I instructed. “Come for me while I watch.”

  I thought she’d bou
nce up and down on me fast but Piper had other things in mind. She wanted to take it slow, her hips moving seductively, her breasts bouncing slowly, her cries of desire and satisfaction making me want to erupt inside her.

  “I’m coming for you, Atlas,” she called out as she screamed out her orgasm, panting as she lay on top of me.

  I wasn’t finished with her. Not even close. I lifted her up and off me, placing her face down on the bed and yanking her hips up so I could take her from behind. Her absolutely perfect ass beckoned me to plow it, but that would wait for another time. For now, I just needed to finish deep inside her, mark her with my seed.

  “It’s my time to come, Piper,” I barked. “And you will be the good girl who takes it, no matter how hard and fast I fuck you. Right?”

  She trembled from anticipation beneath me, “Yes, Atlas. I’ll be your very good girl.”

  I entered her and sucked in a breath. From this position she was tighter than ever, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to unload myself into her. Not with her tightness and this beautiful view. Her long, wavy brown hair fanned out over her back and I wanted to yank it so badly, to really let her know who the fucking alpha was.

  But as I fucked her I suddenly had the urge to see her face as I came inside her. What the fuck was wrong with me? Here she was, her ass against me, crying out my name, telling me how much she loved to fuck me, and I wanted to look at her and have some sort of intimate moment with her.

  Fuck my life, what was this woman doing to me?

  I turned her over, surprise marking her face.

  “Did I not feel good?” she asked. “I came for you, like you wanted.”

  “You felt too good,” I said, sliding into her again. “I wanted you to look at me when I come. So you can see what your body made me do.”

  Her eyes softened and she kissed me, a long lingering kiss, that lasted into my climax where I screamed her name against her lips, giving her everything I had inside of me. Whether I wanted to or not.

  18

  PIPER

  It was everything I’d wanted.

  Afterwards he’d fallen into a deep sleep, something I took immense pride in. I’d gone into the bathroom to clean myself up, my pelvis sore from his size and girth. As I looked at myself in the mirror I barely recognized myself. My hair was tousled. Was this what Cosmo magazine meant by sex hair?

  My cheeks were flushed and I couldn’t help but admire the curves of my body in the mirror. I’d always been so critical of my curves and the thickness of my ass and thighs. But if it made Atlas respond like that? Maybe I wasn’t so bad after all.

  I pulled on a pair of clean leggings and a tank top and turned off the light in the bathroom. When I walked back into the room I could see Atlas was naked on top of the sheets. I took in his body. All rippled abs, muscular arms, and his legs that looked like they were carved out granite. His thigh muscles especially drove me wild. He was the sexiest man alive. There was no way there existed any man on earth that could compare to my Atlas.

  My Atlas? I thought. Slow down, crazy. Getting a little possessive.

  But I couldn’t help it. I was under his spell and maybe he didn’t realize it, but everything I’d told him was true. I was his for the taking and always would be.

  I slid into the bed next to him. He stirred for a moment, opening his eyes to look at me.

  “Hi,” he said, half smiling.

  “Hi,” I said, touching his cheek. It was rough like sandpaper. It made me shiver. He was all man.

  “So that was fantastic,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in towards him. I wasn’t a super slender or tiny girl, but next to him I felt so small and submissive. I’d never felt like more of a woman than when I was with him.

  “I thought so,” I replied, burrowing myself into him. “I’ve never experienced anything like what I do with you.”

  He stoked my hair, his lips pressed against my forehead, “You’re trouble for me, Piper Kipton. Big trouble.”

  I smiled underneath his chin, “Is that a good thing?”

  He laughed, “Probably not. It makes everything more complicated.”

  I ran my hand up his thigh, wrapping my hand around his manhood which immediately started growing hard in my hand.

  “Piper,” he warned. “Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish.”

  An hour later after he’d made vigorous love to me on the chaise at the foot of our bed, we were finally naked and asleep. We were halfway to Dubai by then, and part of me was anxious, wondering if we’d be as safe as he’d claimed we’d be.

  Spencer was something of a power player in the House. His family was old southern money and his father had gone to college with the President. He knew people and was capable of getting anything he wanted- unless it was me. I didn’t doubt that his clout went beyond the confines of DC but I also believed in Atlas. If he said he’d never find us, than I believed Spencer would never find us.

  I slept soundly against Atlas’s chest. It was the best sleep I’d gotten in ages, a dreamless and deep sleep against the rise and fall of his pectorals.

  When I came and he stared into my eyes I’d wanted to tell him how much he already meant to me, even this short amount of time. That I truly wanted to be whatever he needed me to be, whether that was his great love, his mistress, his concubine. I was tied to him, always. No one would ever replace him, no matter how long I lived. I’d die an old woman and his name would be the last word I’d say out loud.

  Hours later the pilot spoke to us over the loudspeaker in our room.

  “We’re here, Atlas,” he said. “I’ll be landing in about 30 minutes. Hope you’ve had a relaxing flight.”

  Atlas stirred next to me, his eyes blinking, a look of confusion on his face as if he didn’t remember where he was for a moment. He caught me staring down at him, the thin sheet from the bed draped around me.

  His hand wrapped around my neck and he pulled me in for a kiss, passionate and yearning and I pulled the sheet over us both as I straddled his torso, his hard cock easily entering me, making me sigh at the pleasure of being filled by him again.

  “Ride me,” he commanded. “Let me watch your body come. Show me how much you need me, Piper.”

  I cried out immediately, my orgasm pulsing through me violently as I bucked on top of him, never wanting him to withdraw from my slick opening.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so fucking perfect. You feel so damn good, I can’t think of anything else but doing this. All fucking day and night.”

  I rolled my hips slowly, touching my own breasts, his hands traveling up my taut stomach as I continued to ride him, wanting so badly to feel his release.

  “Piper, I’m about to come inside you,” he warned. “Can you handle it?”

  “Baby, I need it more than you know,” I begged. “Please. Every drop of it.”

  He held my hips down, making me wince at his strength and he yelled out “Piper!” as he filled me with his seed and I immediately touched his face as I slowed my movement to enjoy the feel of him pulsing inside me.

  “I…” he started but then stopped himself. I longed to know what he’d planned to say but he’d shaken himself out of the moment and sat up with me still on his lap, his massive arms wrapped around my body, both of us panting.

  “That was incredible,” he whispered, kissing my neck. I pulled his face towards mine and we gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment as our heartbeats slowed back to a normal rhythm.

  “You’re so good to me,” I said. “I never want this to end.”

  He looked at me for a long moment, not saying anything. His eyes looked sad and I wondered what he was thinking at that moment. I would have given anything to know.

  “We need to get ready,” he said, gently lifting me up so he could climb out of the bed. He threw on his boxer briefs and a pair of jeans. I sat there, startled at his quick ability to leave an intimate moment. I guess it showed on my face.

  “I’
m sorry,” he said leaning over and kissing my forehead. “But I just want us to be ready when he lands. Okay? We can talk more at the hotel.”

  I nodded, “Sure. I’ll get dressed.”

  Atlas had a fortress surrounding him, emotionally. It would come down when we were in bed but it would go back up just as swiftly once it was over.

  And that broke my heart.

  19

  ATLAS

  I was getting in deeper and deeper. What was wrong with me?

  What I should have done was sleep in the main cabin. Even after being so tempted, I should have been stronger. But Piper was my Achilles heel. I couldn’t possibly ever say no to her. Not with that body and those large eyes, pleading with me to ravage her. What man could resist?

  And as fantastic as she was in the bedroom, there was this beguiling innocence about her. She was so new to everything, so excited and eager to please me. I’d never been so turned on by a woman in my life. And even now, even knowing this couldn’t keep happening, I couldn’t stop thinking about the next time we were alone.

  I was hard just thinking about it.

  But I had to keep my head in the game. We were in Dubai now. And Piper didn’t know that I had business to take care of, outside of being her protector. Nothing came before her, but I was hoping I could squeeze an important meeting in while I was here.

  I needed to find out more about what Spencer had been up to the last few years.

  “Now, Piper,” I said as we began our descent to Al Garhoud. “There are a couple of things we need to go over. Have you been to Dubai before?”

  She shook her head, “No. I’ve only been to Europe and it was in college for a week.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Dubai has certain customs. They’re archaic but they’re very strict about them. Do you have a long dress or skirt?”

  “I have a maxi dress,” she said. “Should I wear that?”