Sleeping With The Billionaire - A Standalone Royal Alpha Billionaire Prince Romance (New York City Billionaires - Book #2)

by Alexa Davis

  The thought of him thinking about me on his long, lonely nights in Portland had powerful bolts of desire racing down to my core. It caused me to arch my back against him, pressing my body into his. I could feel all of him, his muscles, his abs, his pulsating cock, and that turned me on so badly. My body was screaming out needily for him, but I was doing my best to behave for now. I didn’t want to rush things.

  “So gorgeous,” he purred as I became increasingly naked for him.

  Then his mouth was everywhere. My eyes slipped shut as I started to succumb to the sensations. He was making me feel phenomenal, just as he did every time…

  Wait!

  I remembered his mouth all over my clit and how wonderful that felt, and it made me want to give him the same sort of pleasure. I hadn't experienced him in my mouth yet, and the cheeky side of me really wanted to. One of the best things about being with Justin was the knowledge that I could turn such a sexy man on, so why not take that further?

  With that one thought in mind, I spun Justin over until he was lying flat on the bed and sent him a seductive smile. He looked stunned that I was acting so bold, but that was exactly what I wanted. I needed him to be blown away.

  I kissed down his body, exploring every inch of his skin with my lips and tongue. He was so taut, and I was almost enjoying myself so much, that I forgot where I was headed with it all. But then my mouth got nearer to where I could sense his neediness for me. I could feel the heat, the desperation coming from him, and it made my entire body tremble in anticipation. The nerves were gone and now all I felt was excitement.

  My heart thundered in my chest as my lips got closer. He was standing to attention, looking as thick and impressive as ever, and it reminded me of the last time he was inside of me, giving me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

  God, I am glad that I’d listened to Roy. This is so much better than being miserable and by myself.

  My lips touched Justin and I felt a powerful surge of happiness. The way he growled loudly as I started to open my mouth to take him in made me feel wonderful and sexier than I’d ever felt before. I wrapped my lips around him and flicked my tongue up and down his length, feeling powerful.

  “Oh, fuck,” he cried out loudly, not caring if his voice was reverberating through the walls. “Fucking hell, Annie, you have no idea what you do to me.”

  But I did – because he did exactly the same to me. He made me feel things that I didn’t even know I could feel.

  As I took him as far down to the back of my throat as I could manage, I couldn’t picture feeling that way about anyone else. Justin had changed me; he’d opened me up, made me a better version of myself, and he was all that I would ever want.

  “Annie, stop,” he eventually panted loudly, sitting up to grab hold of me. “You have to stop. I need you now.”

  The serious look in his eyes, plus the desire that filled his tone, was just about the only thing that could make me stop. I was enjoying every moment of having him inside my mouth, but if he wanted to be inside of me – and he so clearly did – then who was I to argue?

  I pulled my mouth away and pressed my lips hard against his, while he tugged my whole body up onto his lap. I could feel his cock teasing me, begging to enter me, and I needed him to, but for some reason he was holding back.

  “I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling,” he said shakily into my mouth. “You’re so special, so amazing…”

  Was he about to tell me that he loved me? Was I ready to express that emotion, too? I knew that I was feeling it, deep inside, but I wasn’t quite sure that I was ready to say it yet. That would make it more real. So I kissed him even harder instead.

  After a few moments, it seemed like he could resist no longer, and he slipped inside of me, allowing me to thrust on top of him from where I was, sitting on his lap. With his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, I felt so connected to him, so bonded with him, and it brought the feelings rushing back to the surface all over again. I felt overwhelmed by it all, consumed by everything him, and it felt incredible.

  Soon the waves were building, the pressure growing inside of me about ready to explode. This angle was amazing for absolutely everything – not only could we kiss and stare lovingly into one another’s eyes, but also each thrust was brushing against my clit.

  “Oh God,” I moaned loudly. “Oh fuck, Justin.”

  I was clinging onto him tightly, digging my nails into his back, needing something to hold on to for dear life. A hot bliss was racing through my veins, and eventually, it crashed powerfully over me, making me scream. I lost myself in the pleasure, my head falling to one side as I felt everything all at once, and in that moment, I almost said the thing I was too afraid to say.

  ***

  Justin was snoring lightly beside me, but I was far too on edge to speak. After making love three times, I was spent physically, but mentally, I was more awake than I’d ever been.

  Opening myself up to the possibility of love with this man was liberating after all that I’d been through, but terrifying, too. It meant that I would not only have to be vulnerable again, which was hard for someone who had spent the last few years being so strong, but also that I would have to tell him everything eventually. I couldn’t start something new without being totally honest about my past. It just wouldn’t be easy to reveal something that I’d been trying to push to one side for so long.

  I met Rae’s dad, Billy, when I was fresh out of high school. He was a few years older than me and totally cool in my eyes, which led me to be in total awe of him.

  He had a car, a real bad boy image, and he could get me into the best parties ever. For the slightly nerdy girl, who had missed out on a social life during my long and exhausting years at school, it was a dream come true. I was swept along by him, the whole time falling hard and fast, until I was too deeply in love to ever consider leaving him.

  The only problem was while all of that was going on, I ignored every one of the red flags. It wasn’t until we moved in together in a crappy little apartment that things started to come to a head.

  Not only was his behavior controlling and far too vicious to be considered normal, he drank too much, too. He was wasted all the time. When we were out partying and having fun, I didn’t see it, but when we were home all the time and we couldn’t pay the bills, it became apparent that booze was his one true love in life.

  I did want to leave, I really wanted to be brave enough to go, but I kept remembering the good times that we’d once had and it made me want to fix him. Also, everyone had been telling me what a bad guy he was, which forced me to dig my head in the sand even further. I’d sacrificed my closeness with my family, the relationship I had with all my friends – I couldn’t allow that to be for nothing.

  No, I thought I had to fix things. I needed it to work.

  But it didn’t. It just got worse and worse, until eventually one night he shoved me.

  It wasn’t domestic violence in the way that I assumed, but it was enough to have me scared. He was drunk, angry, and probably not even aware that he’d done it, but it was the push that I needed. Unfortunately, that same night, I forced myself to take the test that I’d been putting off for far too long, and I passed it. I was pregnant.

  That stumped me for a few days, stopped me in my tracks. I could already feel a change within me, maybe it would change him, too. I had to give him the chance, at least.

  And, I thought that it had for a while. He seemed to go back to being the nice guy that I once knew. I thought that everything was going to work out.

  For the whole pregnancy, and when Rae was first born, he was the best I could have hoped for, and I was glad that I’d stuck around. It made me feel like I’d been right the whole time.

  But it wasn’t going to be that simple. I was never going to get that lucky, because the accident happened that altered absolutely everything. My life changed forever more, and if I truly wanted to move forwards, then I had to confront that part of my past
, I had to share it with Justin so that he could understand everything about me.

  I just hoped that it didn’t alter his opinion of me. I hoped that he still wanted me once he knew how my life had once been. He was forgiving, I could see that in the way he was with Garrett, but did he really need to invite more drama into his life?

  I guessed that I would find out soon enough.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Justin – Tuesday

  I was in love. It was flowing powerfully through my veins, making me feel lighter than air. Annie was absolutely the one, and now that we had some kind of understanding, I felt like it would all be up from here.

  I glanced down at her sleeping body, a massive smile on my face, and all I wanted to do was wake her up. So I leant down to kiss her lightly on the lips.

  “Ooh,” she moaned happily as her eyes flickered opened. “I don’t mind waking up like that!”

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I grinned happily at her. “What’s the plan for today?”

  I wanted her to tell me that she was taking the day off to spend it with me, but I also was aware that wasn’t possible. Self-employed people like myself and Annie only got paid when actually working, and it was possible that she’d already taken enough time off because of me.

  “I do have to open up Boffees later,” she told me a little sadly. “But you’re more than welcome to come in and see me.”

  Now was the time; it finally felt like the moment was perfect to tell her my big news. She might have assumed that me coming down to surprise her was my grand gesture, but she was wrong. I’d also done something else, and I couldn’t wait to tell her what.

  I propped myself up onto my arms and looked down at her. “I want to apologize again, I still feel bad for how the investment all worked out…or didn’t.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t mind. If anything, it made me realize that I really need to think everything through before moving forwards. I’m going to have to think smarter, to work out what I’m willing to sacrifice. I’m seeing it as more of a learning curve than anything else.”

  She was so sweet, so considerate. It made what I had to say next that much more satisfying. “Well, I might not be able to help you in the way we originally planned,” I told her with a smirk playing on my lips.

  “But I have done something different, instead. I’ve sent your book to a publishing company that I have good connections with. I invested in them when we were both in the early days of becoming what we are today. They absolutely loved it. They want to publish it, and they’re interested in speaking to you about writing more for them.”

  “Wha…what?” she gasped, totally blown away. “What do you mean? Are you serious?”

  “I am,” I insisted quickly. “What you’ve created in the pages of that book is something incredible, and I think it deserves a chance. Of course, you have to sign all of the paperwork, so if it’s something you aren’t comfortable with, you can refuse, but if not—”

  She stopped me in my tracks by flinging her arms around me and holding me tight. “I can’t believe that you’ve done that for me,” she sobbed into my neck. “That’s just amazing. It’s a dream that I’d totally forgotten about, and now I get to have it happen for real.”

  This had worked out even better than I’d hoped. I’d sent Annie’s book to the publishers because it was amazing, not because I loved her, but the fact that she was so grateful made it all the more exciting. She deserved this opportunity, and if that helped her and Rae to have an amazing future, then so be it. That was probably even better because she didn’t have to sell her soul to make it happen.

  I wanted to tell her that I loved her in that moment, but I didn’t want to bombard her with information. I didn’t want to overshadow the fact that she was about to become a published author.

  “Rae is going to be so proud of you,” I told her sincerely. “Especially when she gets older and she realizes how hard it must have been to look after her, run your own business, and be a writer, too. She’ll appreciate everything you’ve done for her.”

  That was it, she was sobbing, and she didn’t really stop until she left me to go home to get ready for work. Once I was alone, lying in that oversized hotel room bed, I threw my hands behind my head and smiled to myself.

  I wasn’t sure why I’d allowed myself to get so worked up by what Garrett had said, that was silly. I would never be like the image that he had of Dad, even if that version of him was the truth. I wouldn’t be a cheating, heartless man, not with Annie. I loved her, I wanted her forever, and I would never do anything to screw that up.

  Maybe Dad was a lying, cheating asshole. Maybe he did drive Mom to suicide, and maybe Garrett was depressed, too, but I was starting to realize that I couldn’t control what everyone else felt and did. I could help them, be there for them when they needed me, but that was about it.

  What I needed to finally do was start focusing on myself and what I wanted. I’d worked hard my whole life, and now it was time for me to be happy.

  And Annie made me happy. I just had to figure out how to fit her into the image of my life.

  ***

  “Hey there, gorgeous,” I smiled at Annie as I walked into Boffees. I knew that she was about to close up, and luckily, the place was empty so we could have some time alone to chat. “I know that you have Rae tonight, so I just wanted to stop by before I head back to Portland. I needed to see you before I go.”

  “Urgh, I hate that you’re leaving tonight,” she said sincerely, stepping close enough to me to hold my hands in hers. “But I’ll see you again soon, right?”

  “Of course, there won’t be any more non-communication, I can promise you that.” I felt terrible for doing that to her, and I knew for a fact that I wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Annie wouldn’t let me back in again, I was lucky enough to have been allowed to this time.

  “We’ll talk every day, and I’ll be back to see you at the weekend, if you’ll have me.” I didn’t want to make her come to Portland again, not when she had to disrupt so many people to do so.

  This wasn’t going to be easy, but we would find a way to make it work…somehow.

  “Okay, then I suppose I can let you leave,” she pouted playfully before placing a kiss on my lips. “But let’s have a coffee first.”

  As we sat opposite one another at the small table, I could tell that she had something on her mind, something important to tell me. I knew that I hadn't done anything wrong this time because she’d just been so sweet to me, so it had to be related to another aspect of her life. Maybe her past. I’d told her not to tell me about it if she didn’t want to, but I had to admit that I did want to know, just to help me understand her better.

  “Justin, I think it might be time for me to be honest with you about everything,” she sighed sadly. “I think that now things are becoming more serious between us, it’s time that you knew everything.”

  “Only if you want to,” I did my best to insist, but she wasn’t about to be stopped now.

  “I met Rae’s father when I was very young, so I didn’t catch on to his faults until it was far too late. He was cruel, abusive at times, and he drank far too much.”

  I gulped, all of a sudden wanting to stop her. After wanting to know for far too long, now I wasn’t sure that I did. I didn’t think I could sit there and listen to how someone was awful to the woman I adored so powerfully. But I had to – this wasn’t for me; it was for her.

  “I was about to leave him when I discovered that I was pregnant, but as I told him that he was about to become a father, he changed. He became a much better version of himself, and I started to believe that things were going to get better.”

  This story was all too familiar for me, but with Garrett rather than a partner. I’d allowed myself to fall for his trap over and over again, truly believing that he was going to be better. The only problem was even when he seemed to have really become better, he’d gone on to do the worst thing of all.

 
I had the horrible sense that Annie’s story was going to go the same way. I held my breath, trying to mentally prepare myself for the worst.

  “Then, one night when Rae was only a baby, the police officers turned up in the middle of the night. Of course, I instantly knew that it was about him. He’d stormed off in a temper, so I didn’t doubt that he’d gotten himself into trouble. The worst instantly came to mind – I assumed that he was dead.”

  Oh God, poor Annie, poor Rae. I wanted to say something comforting, something to take the pain away, but nothing came to mind.

  “He wasn’t, though,” she stunned me by saying. “He’d gotten wasted and decided to drive home.” This was becoming more and more like my life by the second. “And on the way he…he had a head on collision with a family. Killing them instantly. Mom, dad, child, baby…all gone.”

  Sickness flooded me, and I had to clamp my lips together to stop any of it from spilling out. I’d been whining on, making a massive deal about Garrett and his issues, without even considering that I might have been dragging up horrible memories for anyone else. Why she’d decided to forgive me was absolutely beyond me.

  “I’m so sorry,” I eventually managed to gasp out. “I’m sorry for bringing you into my family issues when you’ve been through it all before. I feel so awful.”

  “No, don’t,” she insisted quickly. “You weren’t to know. I didn’t tell you. I know how bad it was, so I understand completely.”

  “And Rae…does she know?” Urgh, what an awful thing for a child to discover.

  “No, she doesn’t,” Annie shook her head sadly at me. “Once the court case was done, I couldn’t face it anymore, so I moved away. I came here. I left everything and everyone behind; it was all too much at the time. I needed a fresh start, which was why I came here. Mom came a little while later, but for a while, it was just me.” She looked down at her hands, making my heart bleed for her.

  “Rae started asking me about her dad the other day, and I panicked so I told her that he’d died. She wants to see pictures of him, but I don’t want her to ever associate with him. I don’t want her to know that she’s come from someone so bad. I know a day might come when I’ll have to tell her everything, but for now, she’s just too young…”