Bared to the Billionaire: The Complete Series

by Sylvia Pierce

  With strong, unyielding arms, the man pulled her against his chest, nipping at her earlobe. In a low rumble that made her thighs clench, he said, “I’ve got another sort of adventure planned for you, love. If you’re up for it.”

  Ari closed her eyes, scanning her mind for the logic that had obviously abandoned her. The smart thing would be to kiss him goodbye, leave the penthouse, and spend the rest of her life fantasizing about his all-too-brief touch, praying he never told a soul about what he’d seen.

  Don’t be stupid. He’s going to blow your cover, expose you to the security guard as soon as he gets what he wants from you.

  That was her brain’s warning, and it sounded totally reasonable.

  But her instincts said otherwise, and they’d never misled her. After years of putting herself in harm’s way on the job, Ari had learned to always listen to her body before listening to her head, and right now, with this man’s thigh spreading her legs, his fingers working deliciously down her spine, Ari’s body was screaming for his touch.

  Ari dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes.

  “I’m up for it,” she said, pushing the suit jacked off of his shoulders and reaching for his belt buckle.

  “I should warn you,” he whispered, “once I get started, I intend to see things all the way through. Are you okay with that?” He cupped her ass in his big, strong hands, pausing to wait for her answer.

  Ari didn’t like the pausing part. She liked the part where his hands were roaming her body, flooding her core with hot, molten desire.

  “Absolutely,” she said, still fumbling with his belt. It was the undeniable truth, dirty as hell, slightly illegal, and screw it—it was more than okay. Ari was a hot-blooded, consenting adult who’d gone without the touch of a man for far too long. She wanted this. No, she deserved this, a private little indulgence to fuel her imagination for all the lonely nights to come. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, fucking a hot stranger in a penthouse closet.”

  “You won’t be fucking a hot stranger, love.” The man swept his hands across her ass, dipping between her thighs from behind. “The stranger will be fucking you.”

  Before she could get him out of his pants, he spun her around and lifted her dress, fisting the fabric in one hand while his other slipped into her panties from behind. As she spread her thighs to give him access, he drove his fingers into her aching pussy, stroking her with a masterful touch that threatened to send her over the edge.

  “It seems I’ve left you in quite a state,” he said. “What should we do about it?”

  “I want you,” she said. “I want you inside me. Please.”

  “Not yet, love. First I need to touch you,” he rasped, bringing her closer and closer to oblivion. He knew exactly how to tease her, how to whisper things that left her wet and throbbing. “To taste you.”

  His deep voice, the accent, his commanding touch… her flesh was covered in goose bumps, her pussy drenched.

  “But I’m afraid we have a problem,” he said. “I don’t trust you. You’re a bad girl, sneaking past the ropes, touching things that don’t belong to you.” He thrust in deeper, faster, but then slowed down, caressing her with a tenderness that drove her mad. “How can I be sure you won’t run away?”

  “I don’t know,” she teased, thrusting backward against his hand, desperate for those fingers to go deep again, to go hard and fast. “I can be very slippery.”

  A low growl rumbled in his throat.

  “I guess you have to tie me up,” she said. “Real tight.”

  Without warning, he yanked his fingers from her panties and released her dress, his breath hot against the back of her neck. For a moment he didn’t speak, and Ari wondered whether she’d said the wrong thing, turned him off with her forwardness. Maybe guys didn’t like a woman who talked dirty, who told them exactly what she wanted, exactly how she liked to be touched.

  Her heart sank. Perhaps she’d misread him.

  “Oh,” she whispered. “I didn’t—”

  “Put your hands against the wall.” His voice was firm and severe, taking on an authoritative tone that made her nipples ache. “Now.”

  Ari placed her palms against the closet wall in front of her, pulse quickening as she followed his orders. Far from saying the wrong thing, it was as if her words had unlocked something primal in the man, a raw, dominant power that had lain dormant just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed by the right words, the right woman.

  Expertly he freed the satin sash from her waist, and then unzipped the dress, sliding it down to her hips. “Lose the dress.”

  She did as he commanded, wriggling until the dress fell to the floor. She kicked it to the side.

  “So fucking sexy.” He ran his hands down her arms, her ribs, her hips, setting her nerves ablaze. He was still dressed; Ari felt the bulge of his cock straining against his pants, brushing her nearly bare ass. “But I still don’t trust you.”

  “You shouldn’t,” she said. Stripped down to her strapless bra and panties, her nipples aching, her pussy dripping with desire, Ari felt incredible. Never had a man made her feel so powerful, so wanted before. However far he planned to take this game, Ari was willing to go there with him.

  “Give me your hands,” he said. “Don’t turn around.”

  She crossed her arms behind her.

  With the sash from her dress, he bound her wrists.

  Hell yes.

  She was so wet for this guy, so ready to submit to him. When he’d first surprised her in the study, her mind was on one thing—saving her cover. She’d kissed him to distract him, to buy herself a few extra minutes until she could figure things out. But the moment she tasted his skin, everything changed.

  The heat between them was off the charts. Suddenly distraction wasn’t enough—Ari needed him to take her. To utterly fucking possess her.

  A moan escaped her lips, unbidden as he tugged hard on her restraints. Everything about this man was turning into a thrill ride, a dark fantasy in which she couldn’t wait to lose herself.

  The man turned Ari around, slowly backing her against the wall. But for a thin strip of light at the bottom of the door, they were enveloped in darkness, going only by touch and sound. The air was warm and thick, heavy with the delicious, clean scent of his skin and the leather from the coats hanging beside them. Ari had never been blindfolded, but she imagined it felt a lot like being in the dark closet, all of her other senses on high alert.

  Ari’s heart beat in wild anticipation as he ran his thumb along her lower lip, then kissed her hungrily, biting and sucking, his breath hot in her mouth, the faint tang of scotch lingering on his tongue.

  She moaned in pleasure, imagining the ecstasy his deft, eager tongue could unleash on the rest of her body.

  “Shh,” he whispered. “We don’t want our friend from security coming to investigate.”

  For a moment Ari tensed, but the thought of getting caught in an even more compromised state sent a new thrill coursing through her veins.

  “Let him,” she said. “Maybe he’d like the show.”

  The man slid his hands behind her, grabbing her ass and pulling her close, grinding against her body. Ari’s knees weakened at the feel of his hard, thick cock; she’d driven him to the same intense state of desire as he’d driven her, and now she couldn’t wait to feel him driving inside her, thrusting hard and deep.

  He captured her in another passionate kiss, plundering her mouth with his tongue as his cock pressed against her belly.

  He kissed her mouth, her lips, her face, blazing a red-hot path along her jaw. When he reached her ear, in a possessive tone that flooded her core with molten heat, he said, “If you think for one minute I’d share you with another man, love, you’re sorely mistaken.”

  And then he dropped to his knees.

  Chapter Six

  Kneeling before his passionate, beautiful goddess, Jared pressed his face to the apex of her thighs. Her scent enveloped him, driving
him mad with lust. He loved those sexy black panties she wore, but now all he wanted was to rend them from her body with his teeth, to devour her hot, needy flesh and make her scream.

  But as much as he loved the idea of stripping her bare and fucking her senseless, he forced himself to take it slow, savoring her exquisite torment as he denied her release.

  “Hold still,” he warned playfully, pressing a hot kiss just below her hipbone. “Or I’m afraid I’ll have to spank you.”

  She whimpered as he traced the lace edges of her panties with his tongue. “What if I want you to spank me?”

  God, that mouth.

  “I’m open to negotiations,” he said. “Later. Right now, we need to pick up where we left off in the study.” Delicately he slipped the panties from her hips, pulling them down her toned legs. Through his touch in the darkness, he admired the muscular curves of her hips and thighs, the delicious sheen of sweat glistening on every square inch of her flesh.

  Panties out of the way, Jared grasped the woman’s thighs and spread her open, blowing a soft breath across her clit. She groaned above him, a sound he’d undoubtedly fantasize about for weeks.

  She was so wet, so ready for him, her legs trembling as he dove between her thighs and plundered her with his tongue, lapping up her sweet juices. Even with her back against the wall, she was weakening, her body slipping into a state of pure ecstasy.

  Her climax was building, Jared driving her closer to the edge as he licked his way to her swollen clit, teasing and sucking until she could hardly take it.

  “Right there,” she whispered frantically. “Oh God, yes, yes!”

  He pulled away, blowing another soft breath between her thighs. She tugged against the sash around her wrists, but there wasn’t much she could do but submit, relinquishing control of her pleasure to the man who’d promised to take her all the way.

  “Don’t tease me,” she said. “I’m so close.”

  “You mouth says one thing, love. But…” Jared slipped his fingers inside her slick pussy, stretching her wide. “Your body says something else entirely. I think you like being teased, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “But if you want me to stop…” He pulled his fingers out, hovering near her entrance.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop. I love it when you tease me. It makes me crazy, but I fucking love it.”

  “Good girl.” He plunged into her again, stroking her pussy with his fingers while he licked the hot, swollen nub of her clit, and then he pulled back, right before she collapsed into ecstasy. Each time, he returned more fervently, lavishing her with deep, forceful strokes of his tongue.

  When he finally sensed her inevitable release, he stopped his gentle teasing and kissed her pussy madly, fucking her with his fingers, harder, faster, harder, faster as he licked and sucked.

  “Yes!” she breathed, her voice a desperate whisper. “God, yes. Yes!” With a final thrust of his fingers, he brought her to euphoria, devouring her flesh as she bucked wildly against his face, her juices coating his lips, his tongue.

  It must’ve been agony for her to be so quiet, but she did it, her body trembling with the scream she’d repressed.

  Jared grasped her hips and slowly rose from the floor, kissing and licking his way from her thighs to her hips, her belly, her breasts. Through the lace of her bra, he flicked his tongue against her nipple, and then bit gently, unleashing another moan of pleasure.

  When he finally reached her face, he pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth, wishing he could see her face in the dark.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  “More than okay, Stranger.” She leaned into him, wriggling against his body. Her hair came loose from its binds, tumbling down her back and unleashing a decadent floral scent that made his head spin. “Untie me?”

  The moment Jared removed the sash, she wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers into his hair. Her touch was amazing, sending shockwaves of pleasure across his scalp, down his spine, straight to his throbbing dick.

  “I have a question,” she murmured, kissing his jaw as she worked her way down his shirt, unhooking one button after another.

  He was lost in her touch, quickly falling under whatever spell she’d intended on casting when he first caught her in the study. Maybe all she wanted was his wallet, his car keys, his passport… Jared didn’t care. Right now, all that mattered was her lips on his chest, blazing a hot trail down his abs.

  “Anything, love,” he said.

  “Why in God’s name do you have so many clothes on?” She slid the shirt off his shoulders, and then knelt before him, loosening his belt and pants, finally freeing his cock.

  Yes.

  With perfect pressure she gripped the base, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took him into her mouth, teasingly at first, and then greedily, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him deep.

  He ran his fingers into her hair, tugging it lightly, unleashing a soft moan from the woman that almost drove him right over the fucking edge.

  “You really are insatiable,” he panted. His mind was going fuzzy, heart pounding in his chest as she sucked harder, teasing his balls with one hand and stroking him with the other, her lips and tongue so smooth, so perfect.

  Christ, she feels so fucking good.

  More than anything he wanted to see her face, to watch her driving him wild with her tongue, but it was too bloody dark to see anything. Instead he closed his eyes and remembered the sight of her mouth, the way those luscious red lips had sucked on the ice of her gin and tonic. With his hands threaded through her hair, he thrust in and out of her mouth, imagining what her full lips looked like wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down his shaft.

  Fuck, he was getting close, his balls tightening at the thought of coming in her mouth, of the sound she’d make as she took him all the way down her throat…

  “I’m there,” he breathed, warning her of the inevitable, but instead of pulling away, she sucked him harder, deeper, her moans of pleasure vibrating across his sensitive skin.

  “Yes. Oh, fuck yes.” With a final thrust he came so hard he knocked down the coats hanging beside them, shuddering as the woman swallowed him, her fingers trailing gently down his thighs.

  For a long moment, neither of them spoke. It was just as well; Jared couldn’t remember how to form words, and both of them were breathless, panting wildly in the dark space of their forbidden closet.

  When the woman finally rose from the floor, Jared grabbed her by the shoulders, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her, hungry for her mouth, for her lips, for the tongue that knew exactly how to drive him mad. No matter that he’d just spent himself in a hot torrent down her throat, he wasn’t ready to let her go. How could he say goodbye without knowing how it felt to be inside her, to drive her over the edge as he fell right along with her? Already his cock was thickening again, so eager to fuck that slick, hot pussy, desperate to make her come so hard he’d ruin her for anyone else.

  She was still wearing her bra, an accessory that Jared wanted gone. With one hand he unhooked it, dropping it to the floor with everything else that had once stood between him and that delicious cunt.

  Her breasts were perfect, firm and needy beneath his touch, his lips. As the woman ran her fingers through his hair, Jared sucked her nipple hard into his mouth, grazing the stiff peak with his teeth. Her skin was so smooth and soft, like warm velvet beneath his stubbled jaw, and God he needed to be inside her—right fucking now.

  He slid his hand between her thighs, stroking her slick heat, thrilled to discover she was just as eager, just as hot.

  “If it’s all right with you,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  The woman grabbed his wrist, leaning into him again, her tight nipples pressed against his bare chest. Her words were a hot rush in his ear. “If you’re going to fuck me, there’s something you need to know.”

  “What’s th
at, love?”

  She pulled him close, grinding against the swollen head of his cock.

  “I like it rough,” she said. “Don’t you dare disappoint me.”

  Chapter Seven

  Ari had never been so bold, so daring with a man before.

  Her lifestyle didn’t exactly lend itself to long-term relationships with decent men, and her ex—a documents forger that Davidson contracted regularly—had tried his damnedest to make her feel selfish for acting on her desires. For even having desires in the first place.

  But tonight, pinned to the wall by this sinfully hot Brit, Ari felt her deepest carnal yearnings blooming inside, desperate to be unleashed, aching to be tamed.

  By him.

  Thank God he came prepared.

  Stroking him until he was absolutely engorged, Ari rolled the condom onto his thick, magnificent cock, her thighs trembling in anticipation.

  “Okay?” he said.

  In response, she wrapped her leg tightly around his hips, positioning herself perfectly for a deep, delicious thrust.

  The man speared her, burying himself to the hilt, groaning against her neck as his cock filled her aching channel.

  Heaven.

  “Remind me again how you like to be fucked,” he teased, dragging his cock almost all the way out, then sliding back into her, inch by agonizing inch. Pleasure surged through her body as she took him in, her eyes fluttering closed, her thoughts drifting away like a wisp of clouds. It was so hot, so deep; she didn’t want it to end. “Soft and slow, was it?”

  “No,” she moaned, though the smooth, decadent feel of him was almost enough to change her mind. Unfortunately, time was not on their side. Ari needed him now, hard and fast, fucking her into delicious oblivion.

  Still buried deep inside her, he palmed her ass, pulling her closer as he grazed her nipple with his teeth.

  “Give it to me hard,” she said, losing herself in the pleasure of his mouth as he bit and sucked her aching nipples, her pussy clenching around him. “Hard and—”