Montgomery Billionaire Series

by Michelle Love

  I stared out the window. The moon hung high over the acres of the Montgomery Estate. I should have been exhausted, but I think I was still in shock.

  “Sloan, do you want something to drink?” Lucas asked softly. He hadn’t said much of anything in the car. There was a dark rage that swirled in his eyes, but he was gentle as he helped me from the car to the house. Even now, I could hear the anger simmering just under the surface.

  “You’re angry,” I said softly without turning around.

  “Do you want a drink,” he asked again.

  “Sure.” I didn’t really, but it would give me something to do.

  I heard the click of the cabinet and the distant sound of running liquid. His reflection appeared behind me, and I held my hand out. The glass slid in my hand, and I gripped it automatically. “Thank you.”

  Raising it to my lips, I sipped slowly at it. “Your place is nice.”

  “What the hell were you thinking, Sloan?”

  There it was. The accusation that was written all over his eyes. I knocked the rest of the bourbon back and sat the empty glass on the table before I turned to stare at him. “I was upset and needed some fresh air. There shouldn’t be anything wrong with that,” I said softly.

  “You knew that I’d pulled your detail because you were with me. You knew that no one was watching you when you left that party,” he hissed.

  Something inside me snapped, and I narrowed my eyes. “So this is my fault? What was I supposed to do? Spend the rest of my life under your protection?”

  “At least you would have been safe!” he roared. He dropped his glass and let it shatter against the floor as he grabbed my arms and pushed me up against the window. “The minute I realized that you were gone, I thought I’d gotten you killed.”

  His body pressed up against me, and I realized that he wasn’t angry at me. He was angry at himself. “Lucas,” I said softly as I reached up and touched his face. “You didn’t kidnap me. This isn’t your fault. You can’t blame yourself.”

  “You do,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “I don’t.” A storm raged inside him, and was terrified to think of what he would do if he continued to carry the guilt on his shoulders. “I blame the men that kidnapped me. I blame myself for letting my feelings cloud my judgment. The one person that I do not blame is you. And it’s over now. They’re never going to touch me again.”

  “It’s over,” he echoed.

  “We can both go back to our normal lives. You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” My pulse spiked as I spread my hands over his chest. “It’s over, Lucas. The night is almost over.”

  His eyes darkened as he pressed his body harder against mine. “It’s not over until I say it’s over,” he growled. “You should have gone home, Sloan.”

  I lifted my chin and stared at him. The memory of the night’s events was blurring, but I remembered his lips on mine. It was the only thing that had shaken me from my fear.

  “I didn’t want to go home.”

  “Tell me no, Sloan. Tell me that you don’t want me. You should have someone gentle, and I don’t think I can be gentle tonight.”

  I should have. I should have done all those things, but the only thing I truly wanted was for someone to chase the fear away.

  I wanted to feel good.

  Hooking my arms around him, I took his hand and slid it up the slit of my skirt. Higher until he could feel the heat pulsating from my pussy.

  He groaned and rubbed his thumb across my wet lips, and I jumped at the pleasure that cascaded through my body. I knew that if I did this, nothing would ever be the same, but my life had changed the minute he’d touched me at the club.

  I didn’t have the strength to do what was right. I wanted to do what felt good.

  “I need you,” I whispered, and I dropped my inhibitions.

  Tonight, my body would be his.

  When He Craves

  Montgomery Billionaire Series

  By Michelle Love

  Chapter 1

  Sloan

  “Tell me no, Sloan. Tell me that you don’t want me. You should have someone gentle, and I don’t think I can be gentle tonight.”

  I should have. I should have done all those things, but the only thing I truly wanted was for someone to chase the fear away.

  I wanted to feel good.

  Hooking my arms around him, I took his hand and slid it up the slit of my skirt. Higher until he could feel the heat pulsating from my pussy.

  He groaned and rubbed his thumb across my wet lips, and I jumped at the pleasure that cascaded through my body. I knew that if I did this, nothing would ever be the same, but my life had changed the minute he’d touched me.

  I didn’t have the strength to do what was right. I wanted to do what felt good.

  “I need you,” I whispered, and I dropped my inhibitions.

  Tonight, my body would be his.

  His lips were on my throat as he hiked the fabric of my dress up to my waist and slowly inserted a finger inside me. Leaning my head back against the glass, my eyes drifted close. My body had been waiting for this the moment I’d laid eyes on him, and now that it was here, I thought I might explode before we’d even begun. Unable to help myself, a low moan escaped me.

  Lucas hissed at the sound and raked his teeth across my skin. “I’ve dreamed of the sounds you would make when I pleasured you. When I fucked you,” he muttered. “Everything about you makes me so goddamn hard.”

  He added a second finger and stroked deep inside me. My legs weakening, I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his shoulders and try to hang on as he continued to wreak havoc on my body.

  “Lucas,” I whispered. “If you don’t stop…I’m going to…God, we haven’t even started…please…” I panted, but when his thumb circled my sensitive nub, I lost all control. Burying my head in his shoulders, I cried out as my body convulsed around him. I was embarrassed by how easily my body had responded to him and upset that it was already over.

  Suddenly, his hands swept under me and easily lifted me in the air. When he laid me down on the bed, I took a deep breath. He’d obviously keep going until he’d found his own pleasure, and I needed to prepare myself. It had been rare for my ex-boyfriend to make me come before he’d even entered me, but when it did happen, sex was almost painful.

  “Sloan,” he said in a low voice. “Why do you suddenly look upset? Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” I said with a forced smile. “I can handle it.”

  His face was full of concern as he leaned over me and slowly stroked my cheek with his finger. “Baby, I know I said that I might be rough, but I’m not going to hurt you. If you’re not ready, we can stop.”

  It was sweet of him to give me an option, but I wasn’t going to stop just because I had some issues with sex. “I want to keep going. I’m just a little nervous. It’s been a while.”

  “You look more than nervous, my sweet. Let me see if I can make you feel more at ease.” There was a wicked look on his face as his hands slid up my thighs and pulled my dress up. I lifted my hips and then my back and shoulders as he slipped it off my head. Completely naked and feeling vulnerable, I tried to cover myself, but he quickly pinned my arms to the side.

  His eyes darkened considerably as he gazed at me. “Let me see you, Sloan. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to see this. God, you are absolute perfection.”

  There was something in the way he looked at me, but I felt my body warm despite my hesitation. He let go of my wrist and trailed a hand down my throat and over the swell of my breast. I arched against his touch and felt my body reawaken.

  “You like that?” he asked softly as he bent down. “What about this?” Running a tongue over my erect nipple, he pulled another deep moan from me. Before too long, I was bucking against him. I desperately wished he was naked, but I couldn’t help rubbing my pussy against the cock still restrained in his pants. “It seems that you do.”

  His head slid down
my body as he licked a path to my sex. I saw his intentions, and quickly grabbed his head. If he fucked me with his tongue, I’d come again, and I wouldn’t have anything left to give him.

  “Please,” I muttered as I forced his head up. “Just fuck me. I’m ready.”

  Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Did you just deny me?”

  “I’m ready, Lucas. Please. I’m ready for you.”

  Sliding off the bed, he began to unbutton his shirt. “Touch yourself,” he demanded hoarsely. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

  My cheeks reddened. I had never done that in front of anyone. When I didn’t quickly follow his command, his hands stilled. “Sloan. Do it. Touch yourself.”

  Afraid that he’d stop and I’d never feel him inside me, I slowly moved a hand down my body until I could lightly strum my clit. There was something forbidden about having his eyes on me while I played, and it only made me hotter. My hips twisted under my touch, and I bit down on my bottom lip. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please hurry.”

  “You can stop.” He stood naked by the bed, and every fantasy in my head hadn’t even come close to reality. Every inch of his skin seemed to beg for my touch. Hard sculpted muscles, skin smooth and taut. His erection was, to say the least, impressive.

  He covered my body with his and kissed me with a desperate urgency. As I spread my legs, his erection rubbed against me until I could take no more. “Lucas,” I begged. “Fuck me. Now. Please.”

  Without another word, he slid inside me with a grunt and immediately stilled.

  God. He stretched and filled me, and I gasped.

  “Sloan,” he hissed. “Hold still. Let me have a minute.”

  I froze under him and closed my eyes. I’d never felt anything like it. “Are you…?”

  “Not yet,” he hissed. I saw the sweat forming on his forehead. He was straining to stay in control and not push the rest of his cock inside me. Slowly, I rocked my body just a little. I liked the way he felt, and I wanted all of him.

  “Fuck, Sloan,” he moaned. “Baby, you have to stop. You’re too tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Don’t hold back. I can take it. I need you.” I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. The more I rocked, the deeper he slid until he released a guttural moan and lifted my knees as he finally sank all the way home.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I leaned up and licked the sweat from his skin as he started to pump his hips. Although he tried to be slow and easy, we were too far gone for that. Soon, he was hammering inside me.

  Flames licked my body as the tension grew inside me. I wanted to touch and kiss him, but I could do nothing but let him control me, twist me, and move me as he pleased. When he sucked my breast into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the nipple, I arched helplessly under him. Sex had never felt like this before, and I was almost afraid to climax.

  Gasping and panting, I gripped the bars of the headboard and held on to it as it slammed into the wall.

  Faster. Deeper. I was so close. “Lucas,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come. Fuck. I don’t know.”

  “I’ve got you,” he moaned. “Come, baby. I want to feel you around my cock.”

  He covered my mouth with his and swallowed my scream as I lost all control of my body. Growing almost rigid under him, I tightened my legs around his waist in an effort to keep him inside me as I careened over the edge of chaos. My toes curled, and my nails dug into his back. I’d leave marks, but he didn’t seem to care.

  “Fuck. Sloan. Ah, God,” he moaned as he suddenly slammed hard inside me and grunted. I felt him spill his seed until finally, he slumped over me, nothing but dead weight and complete and utter satisfaction.

  I didn’t give a damn how heavy he was. As I tried to catch my breath, I traced my fingers over his back like an old lover familiar with every curve of his body.

  Finally, he lifted his head and stared at me. “You want to tell me what the hell that was?” he asked accusingly.

  Surprised, my eyes widened. Why was he mad? “What do you mean? Is there something wrong with me?”

  “With you?” he laughed hollowly. “Your body is nothing but an addiction waiting to happen. But I wanted to taste you, and you stopped me. Why?”

  Embarrassed, I tried to wiggle out from under him, but he kept me trapped. “Sloan,” he said warningly.

  “I don’t usually orgasm more than once,” I admitted finally. “It can make sex a little uncomfortable for me.”

  A slow smile spread across his face. “Ah, baby. You are so sweet and so innocent.”

  He rolled us over until I was sprawled out on top of him. As if on instinct, my legs fell apart and I straddled him. His hands immediately started to stoke my side and ass. I couldn’t even believe it as I started to grow wet again. He dug his finger into my ass cheeks and slowly forced my body to slide over him.

  “You don’t ever have to worry about that,” he whispered. “I’ll train your body to be wet just by my mere presence. A single word. A memory.”

  I shivered and stared at him. Was that the kind of woman I wanted to be? At the mercy of a man who could make me wet with a single word? It troubled me, but I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction. He stirred and hardened, and I couldn’t help but shake my head.

  “You’re ready?” I whispered. “Again?”

  “And that’s my problem with you,” he hissed. “I’m always ready for you.”

  Before I could decide what to do with that, he slid inside me and chased away all my logic.

  When he touched me, stroked me, kissed me, and filled me, I couldn’t deny him anything. I was his.

  Chapter 2

  Lucas

  I stood at the large windows of my office and looked down below. The city continued as if nothing had happened. Cars sped along the streets and honked angrily at each other. People scurried back and forth, desperate to reach their destinations in time. Everything was the same as yesterday and the day before.

  Except for me. I was hardly the same. The object of my desire had been in my bed all night, and I’d thought my obsession would finally abate. Slake my desire, and I’d be able to satisfy my curiosity.

  Sloan was gone the next morning. She’d slipped out of my bed after only a few hours of sleep and asked my driver to take her home. She hadn’t even said goodbye.

  It was rare that a woman voluntarily left my bed. Rarer even still that a woman didn’t call afterwards for round two.

  I don’t know if it was my pride or my confusion that kept me from calling her. Even after slating my desire twice in one night, she was still on my mind. She hovered about in my dreams. She flitted across every thought.

  Sloan controlled my body even when she wasn’t there. It was maddening. Even worse, I couldn’t help but suspect that she didn’t feel the same.

  “For the love of God, Montgomery, your secretary has been calling you for five minutes. What the hell is wrong with you?”

  I turned suddenly to see Howard Steinburg, my vice president, frowning at me from the doorway. Annoyed that Sloan was once again keeping me from work, I forced a smile. “Sorry,” I muttered. “A lot on my mind.”

  “When the hell were you going to tell me that there was a bug in the conference room?” he growled. His face was red with anger. Steinburg was pushing retirement age although he never discussed stepping down. I always had the feeling he’d keel over from a heart attack before he let that happen.

  “I’m trying to keep it as quiet as possible,” I said mildly as I sat down.

  “You should have told me.”

  “I don’t have to tell you anything.” My voice was low and hard. Although I hated to do it, sometimes I had to remind Steinburg that he worked for me and not the other way around. He was a brilliant businessman, and I paid him an obscene amount of money to work for me, but he was a man of control. I knew he thought of me as a son, and he only bothered me when he also thought of himself as a boss.

  My boss.

  There was an awkw
ard moment of silence before he visibly relaxed. “Damn it, Lucas. Don’t you trust me?”

  “It had never even crossed my mind that you would be a mole.” I leaned back in my chair and cocked my head. “But you were focusing on a major overhaul in the legal department, and I didn’t want to add this to your work pile. Torrence is handling it. This is why he works for me.”

  Steinburg narrowed his eyes. “Torrence was hired to head your security department. Since when does that extend to investigating?”

  “Torrence has many talents.” I rocked gently in my chair. It wasn’t really the time or place to go into Torrence’s abilities.

  “Fine,” he grunted and slumped into the chair. “And what is Torrence doing about it?”

  “Narrowing down the pool of suspects. I’ll let you know if there is anything worth telling. Was there any other reason you decided to storm my office?”

  “This kidnapping business that happened over the weekend. The woman is all right?”

  The woman was driving me insane. “She’s fine,” I muttered.

  “And you have no idea who the perpetrators were?”

  I rolled my shoulders. “The detective called me yesterday. Their bank accounts showed that someone paid them, but they’re not talking. They’d rather rot in prison than reveal the name of whoever paid them.”

  “You think someone might try again?”

  “They’d be a fool,” I retorted. “My security is far too vigilant for that.”

  “Any idea why they targeted the woman? She could have been involved. Prey on your weaknesses for pretty women. Take a cut of the money.”

  Anger surged through me, but I kept a lid on my temper. Sloan was a weakness that I was not ready to admit to just yet, but I sure as hell didn’t want anyone suspecting her of anything. She was completely innocent. In more ways than one. “She was researched at length. Torrence and the police have cleared her of any wrongdoing.”