Taking Control: A Billionaire Boss Romance (Playboys of New York Book 4)

by JA Low

  “EJ,” I say his name with a warning, but he ignores me. Instead, he trails languished kisses against my skin. I push off the pillow and expose myself from its safety. “EJ?” This time my voice gains his attention, and when he looks up at me, I can see heat swirling behind his green eyes.

  His voice is deep and timbered as he speaks, “You realize you don’t have to watch me on YouTube to get off, Stell.” His eyes dip to where the strap of my summer dress has fallen off my shoulder, where it’s almost exposing a nipple—a ridiculously hard one at that. “You can have me in the flesh anytime you want,” he confesses.

  I swallow hard as my mouth begins to feel dry from his heated attention. EJ moves further up the bed as his hand slides up my thigh taking my dress with it. He’s practically exposing me as I’d thrown my underwear to the floor in the haste of a quick release, and now…

  I suck in a breath as his long, strong fingers sink into my thigh.

  “Have you always pleasured yourself to my videos?” His eyes meet my own. His handsome face transfixes me, and I’m unable to answer his question. To be honest, I don’t want to answer because it’s sad.

  It’s distressing.

  It’s downright creepy.

  But yes, of course, I’ve watched videos of him on YouTube and used them as my own personal Pornhub.

  His hand drifts higher, exposing me to him now. His eyes don’t look down where I expect them to. Instead, they don’t move from my face. “Did you know I’ve been known to touch myself to your voice messages over the years?” he confesses.

  My eyes widen, surprised at what he’s just admitted to me. I had no idea.

  “I especially like the ones where you’re telling me off. Where I’m in trouble.” EJ bites his bottom lip, thinking about those messages.

  I don’t know how to answer him.

  I think my brain has short-circuited with all these hormones swirling around us.

  EJ’s hand finds me sans panties against his fingers. He lets out a groan that I feel to my core as he swipes them between my wet folds. Shit. Biting my lip, trying to stifle the moan that wants to fall from my lips, he says, “Tell me I can sink these fingers into your pussy, Stella?” His question comes out almost breathlessly as his body vibrates with an insane need. “I’ll only do it if you agree.” Those green eyes implore me to say the word. To give him the green light he’s wanting.

  “Touch me, EJ.” My admission is as breathless as his. My confirmation unleashes EJ’s tension from his shoulders as his long, thick fingers sink deep inside of me. My body arches back at the intrusion as the moans I’ve been trying to keep inside fall from my lips.

  EJ grins at me. “Never hide your reactions from me, Stella. I need them to guide me around your body.” I’m so done for. “Please, Stella.” As he grabs my face with his other hand and grips it tightly, I close my eyes and let myself go, lose myself in the moment as EJ’s fingers find pleasure in places I’ve never felt before. “Give me more, Stell.” He grins while one hand is deep inside of me and the other is caressing my face. The Yin and Yang of feelings are explosive.

  EJ leans down and captures my lips with his own as he kisses me with abandon. My hands wrap around his neck, holding him there while his fingers make my entire body feel like liquid. He kisses me, and his tongue slides against my mouth in time with his fingers inside of me. His thumb runs along my throbbing clit, and it starts the fuse that lights my entire body.

  The way his fingers curl inside of me, hitting some magical nerves deep within me while the sharpness of his teeth bite into my fleshy lip, sends sparks of white light to cloud my vision.

  Magic.

  It’s the only way I can describe what is happening to me.

  Pure white magic.

  His fingers pump into me furiously until I can’t see straight. My body arches off the bed as if I’m unable to get close enough to him. Then the fuse hits the powder keg, and I explode into a thousand million different pieces.

  His lips capture my screams as he continues to bring me back down to earth with his lips and fingers.

  32

  EJ

  The last thing I ever expected when I walked into this house today was giving Stella an orgasm. The first thing was walking in on her masturbating over me.

  I have dreamed about it.

  I hoped for it.

  But never thought it would happen.

  Then, the way her body responded to my touch and my fingers was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. The pure wonderment of what I was doing to her, the pleasure I was able to pull from her body, was as if no one has ever been able to do that to her before, and that made me nearly come in my pants within seconds of her orgasming.

  My hand moves from her wetness and pushes down my track pants, freeing myself from their tight restraints. The tip is wet, ready to sink inside of her. I run my thumb over the tip, readying myself for her. Stella’s eyes are still closed, her cheeks are flushed, her breasts are heaving as she slowly comes down from her orgasm, but I don’t give her time as I slip myself inside her.

  “EJ,” Stella moans my name.

  Slowly, I sink into her as she opens wider for me.

  “Oh, my God,” she calls out as I feel her tight, wet walls close in around me. She feels like heaven. Even my dick’s rejoicing because he feels like he’s finally home. That this is where he and I should have always been.

  My hand grips her face as I press our foreheads together. I need to see her reactions as I begin to move inside of her. Her mouth forms a perfect O once I’m deep within. I feel her clench around me, and God, she feels so fucking tight. Perfection. I pull myself out of her slowly before pushing back in.

  “Oh, God, yes.” Stella moans as I begin my rhythm. Her eyes open, and those blue eyes widen as I pull out and thrust into her again.

  Something changes at that moment, and it’s like some kind of switch flicks behind Stella’s eyes because the next thing I know, her lips are on mine, and she is ravaging my mouth.

  We turn frenzied.

  Neither one of us could stop it even if we wanted to.

  Stella’s nails dig into my back, then she pulls up my T-shirt so she can feel my skin before scratching my back. The pain sends shockwaves straight to my dick, and I fuck her even harder. Her hands move to my ass, and her fingers sink into my skin as she urges me on, pulling me harder and deeper into her.

  “Fuck me, EJ.” She moans into my ear. Fuck, yes. “Harder,” she screams. “Yes. Yes.” Her pants are breathless as I thrust into her. My teeth find the sensitive skin of her neck, and they sink in as her pussy clenches around me.

  My God, is this woman trying to kill me with that move?

  My hand falls from her neck and grips her breast, pinching her achingly hard nipple between my fingers through the fabric of her dress. This has her groaning and arching her back at the simple touch. I pull down the thin strap exposing her nipple, and I devour it. My teeth tease, my lips suck, alternating between the two while her fingers dig into my ass, urging me on further, harder, faster. We are a frenzied mess, both of us filled with uncontrollable, insatiable need until neither one of us can take it any longer and fall over into the abyss.

  “Fuck,” I roar as my orgasm takes over—only the sound of our labored breaths fills the room. Cupping Stella’s face, I kiss her deeply. This time it’s not about the heat. It’s more about the emotion I’m feeling. This is exactly how good I thought we might be together. “I never want to let you go, Stell,” I confess.

  Stella stills at my words.

  Her eyes open, and it’s as if the spell has been broken.

  “Shit.” She looks a little panicked. “EJ…” She pushes me off her and stares at me in bewilderment. “You didn’t use protection.” Her eyes widen with panic.

  Well, shit! I’ve never lost myself so much in a woman that I forgot protection.

  “I’m clean,” I tell her. “I get tested regularly.”

  “That’s not the po
int,” her voice raises.

  Then my stomach sinks.

  Is she not on birth control?

  My brain goes into overdrive as I think about the chances that I might have knocked Stella up.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  “Are you not on birth control?” I ask.

  “Of course I am,” she shouts. “Urgh.” Stella shakes her head, frustrated with me.

  “Do you regret what just happened?”

  My question stops her when even I can hear the vulnerability in my voice.

  She turns and looks at me. “I’m confused by what just happened, but I don’t regret it.” She gives me a small smile.

  Okay, well, that’s a good thing. I can handle that answer.

  “Would it be wildly inappropriate of me if I tell you I wouldn’t mind doing that again?” I wink, and she laughs, breaking the tension between us. She coyly bites her bottom lip. “You don’t have to answer now. Come, let’s get cleaned up.”

  She nods in agreement, then I pick up her leg cover and secure it before coming around the bed and holding out my hands to her. Stella reluctantly accepts, and I hoist her into my arms, which makes her giggle. I stride into the bathroom, where the large double shower is located. I place her gently onto the tiled floor and fiddle with the temperature until it’s right. Then I begin to undress.

  Stella watches as I pull my T-shirt off over my head. Her eyes are taking in my physique. I catch her attention, and her cheeks turn pink under my gaze. I hook my fingers into the edge of my track pants and pull them down with my underwear, so I’m standing in front of her naked while her eyes home in on my dick. He begins to flex under her scrutinous eyes. I do what all men do when facing a woman admiring their dick, I flop it around like it’s an elephant’s trunk.

  It’s a given.

  It’s male law.

  She shakes her head with a smile.

  “Need some help?” I ask. Looking at her standing before me fully clothed, she appears like she’s forgotten where she is for the moment. She begins to try to take off her dress, but her fingers keep fumbling with the zipper.

  “Here, let me.” Leaning forward, I pull down the zipper and then press a kiss on her neck as I move back to the shower. I watch as the dress falls to the floor and pools around her feet.

  It’s the first time I’ve seen Stella truly naked instead of glimpses.

  She’s a fucking goddess.

  I suck in a deep breath and help her into the shower.

  33

  Stella

  This is all a little bit surreal.

  EJ and I just had sex!

  Like what in the hell?

  And it was good.

  It felt right.

  It was also some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. The man is a sexual wizard with this fingers and dick.

  As he washes me, I feel the heat creep up over me again, especially since his hands are running all over my naked body.

  We are naked.

  In the shower.

  Together!

  I’ve seen his dick.

  His beautiful, perfect dick.

  I am shaking my head, trying to stifle a laugh, still not understanding how this all happened. How did I go from the most embarrassing moment of my life to the best moment of my life? I’m giddy with excitement.

  Don’t get ahead of yourself, Stella, a little voice inside of me whispers.

  Ignore that bitch, another voice tells me. Ride that dick, again and again, girl.

  Okay, that’s aggressive, but I like it.

  EJ’s fingers slipping between my thighs pulls me from my numerous thoughts.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t use protection,” he whispers against my neck. Thankfully, I’m facing away from him while he insists on cleaning me. “I’ve never done that before,” he confesses, while his hand dips between my thighs. “Not going to lie, cleaning myself from your thighs is hot.” His teeth sink into my skin, sending shivers all over my body. His hand focuses on what’s between my thighs as he builds me higher and higher as his fingers glide over my sensitive clit. I reach back and take hold of him. He feels soft yet hard against my hand. EJ hisses as my hand grips firmly around him and slowly begins to jerk him off.

  Words no longer matter as want and need take over. How can I be ready to go again? I mean, I’ve never had someone back up a second time so quickly. His fingers keep playing me like a guitar, as if he knows every single chord on my body.

  My head falls back against his shoulder, and I lose myself in the sensation until moments later, we both tumble over the edge again. I turn around—I want to see his face. He looks down at me with wonderment, as if he doesn’t quite believe I’m standing here in front of him like I am. I know the feeling because I feel it too.

  EJ bends down and kisses me deeply. “You’re mine now, Stell,” he tells me. “I don’t ever want to let you go.”

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I confess, “I don’t know if I want you to let me go.”

  “You’re serious, Stell?”

  I nod my head in agreement. I’m sick of fighting whatever this is between us, so I am throwing caution to the wind. If it blows up in my face, it blows up in my face, but at least I can, so I was happy with the fact that I tried and that I gave whatever this is between Elliot and me a chance.

  EJ’s face lights up at the realization I’ve said yes.

  “One thing, though.” I halt him.

  “Anything,” he replies, which makes me smile.

  “We can’t tell our friends.”

  My words make him pause, and a deep frown falls across his face.

  “I love our friends, but they will be one hundred percent in our business if they find out we’ve gotten together.” Waving my hands between us, I continue, “I mean if that’s what this is?” I’m concerned I might be jumping the gun a little.

  “Yes,” he agrees. “You and me, Stell. The way it was always supposed to be.” Grabbing my face, he kisses me. “There’s no one else. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want to date other women,” he confesses.

  Well, there you go, he’s all in.

  “I want us to work it out. I mean, an afternoon romp doesn’t make a relationship,” I explain.

  “Does a romp in the shower in the afternoon make a relationship?” he jokes, making me smile.

  “Maybe it was beginner’s luck,” I add.

  “Highly doubt that, sweetheart.” EJ grins. “But I’m up for a couple more rounds so we can make sure.” He gives me a sexy wink.

  “Me, too.” I grin, pulling him closer as we kiss freely between words.

  “I should warn you, though.” He pulls away and stares at me. “Chloe has organized to ambush you and me for dinner Sunday night.” EJ shrugs his shoulders.

  “I thought you were cooking for us girls?”

  “That’s what they want you to think, but then they’re going to disappear and leave you and me together,” he explains the plan to me.

  “I guess we better be good actors, then.” Wrapping myself tightly around him, I smile.

  “Who do you think set today up?” he asks me.

  I still and look at him.

  No. Those sneakily little bitches.

  “Are you serious?”

  EJ nods his head. “Guess it worked out for the best.” He grins as he nuzzles my neck.

  He’s right. It did work out in the end because EJ and I are finally together.

  “I can’t believe they are meddling so much in our lives?”

  “Really? You do know your friends, don’t you?” He chuckles, and I reach out to playfully slap his chest. “You know they’re going to be able to sniff out that things have changed between us,” EJ explains.

  He’s right. I know they will.

  “We are going to have to give Oscar-winning performances until Sunday,” I reply.

  “Then what?” he asks.

  I shrug my shoulders because I’m not sure how we w
ill be able to sneak around together when they have organized a romantic dinner between the two of us.

  “They are going to want the details the next morning. And it’s not like you can sneak out of the house and meet me down by the beach for a quickie.” I arch a brow in his direction.

  “Oh, Miss Price… you are turning out to be a very naughty little girl, indeed. You want to risk it?” he asks.

  “I’m assuming you’re staying at the boys’ hotel?” He nods his head in agreement. “That’s not far from here. Maybe a mile or two walk along the beach. Ariana told me she runs with Gray to the hotel and back.” EJ’s brow raises in surprise. “Just so you know, Gray and Ariana are hooking up.”

  EJ’s face lights up. “Thank fuck. I don’t think I would win in a fistfight with him.” He grins. “I mean, I’d give it a shot because it’s you, but I wouldn’t win.”

  I burst out laughing and then say, “You don’t have to worry about Gray,” I reassure him. “I won’t be drinking much, unlike those other girls, so they are going to pass out way before me.” I smile. “So, if you think you’re up for a sneaky session, then I’m down for it.”

  “I’m in,” he agrees.

  34

  Stella

  “Oh my God, we’ve missed you.” Chloe hugs me as Lenna and Ariana pile in behind her. “Did EJ pop around and drop off some goodies?” Chloe asks nonchalantly.

  “Oh yeah, he did. They should be in the fridge,” I tell her as if it’s nothing. The girls all stop what they’re doing and stare at me.

  “EJ dropped off supplies, and all you have to say is… it’s in the fridge?” Ariana questions.

  “Yeah.” My confidence is starting to fade under their scrutiny.

  “But it’s the first time you’ve seen him since you left,” Ariana pushes.

  Lenna and Chloe nod their head in agreement.