Billionaire With Benefits: Make Her Mine-Book 2

by Winter, Alexis

  Billionaire With Benefits

  Make Her Mine-Book 2

  Alexis Winter

  A Novel

  By

  Alexis Winter

  I knew he was my boss

  I knew he was my brother’s best friend.

  I knew he was a bad idea.

  But when he’s 6’4” of solid muscle

  And a filthy mouth that has you screaming his name…

  What’s a girl to do?

  We laid out the ground rules:

  1. No feelings

  2. No commitments

  3. Nobody finds out

  In my defense, I tried to walk away.

  But the moment I tasted his lips,

  My fate was sealed,

  And my panties melted.

  It was all just delicious fun,

  Until it wasn’t.

  Now it’s not only my heart on the line,

  But his future at the company.

  I can’t let him destroy his life for me.

  Instead, I’ll break my own heart and walk away.

  After all, we never promised each other forever.

  Copyright © 2019 by Alexis Winter - All rights reserved.

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  In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.

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  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Maddie

  2. Bennet

  3. Maddie

  4. Bennet

  5. Maddie

  6. Bennet

  7. Maddie

  8. Bennet

  9. Maddie

  10. Bennet

  11. Maddie

  12. Bennet

  13. Maddie

  14. Bennet

  15. Maddie

  16. Bennet

  17. Maddie

  18. Bennet

  19. Maddie

  20. Bennet

  21. Maddie

  22. Bennet

  23. Maddie

  Epilogue

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  Also by Alexis Winter

  About the Author

  Prologue

  MADDIE

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  I stir awake as the sheet drags across my bare skin. I blink against the sun that’s streaming in through the cracked curtain and sigh as the feel of a large, warm hand travels up my thigh.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmurs against my throat, followed by a soft nibble.

  A shiver runs through my body as his tongue dances softly against my neck. I groan softly as my back arches off the bed, needing more from him. He senses my anticipation as he trails his fingertips from my knee up my inner thigh, dancing briefly across my clit, causing my hips to jut up further.

  “Mmmm, does my naughty girl like that?” He teases me again, letting his fingertips stay a little longer this time, dragging them across my clit a few more times ever so lightly.

  “I want—” the words trail off as my eyes close, and he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. His breath comes out in soft, warm puffs against my cheek as his finger slips between my folds.

  “What do you want? I want to hear the words.” I reach my hand down to force his fingers harder against me, but he grabs my wrist before I can make contact.

  “Tsk, tsk” he clicks while fastening both of my wrists above my head. He places his hand beneath my chin and forces me to look at him in the eyes.

  “What do you want, Madeline? I told you I want to hear it. Whatever you need or desire.” The last part is a whisper as he leans down and plants a soft kiss on each of my very pert nipples. I groan as he bites them after the kiss.

  “I need to cum—I want…I want you to make me cum.” The worlds tumble from my mouth in a rush as he smiles against my breast.

  “How?” My mind is a blur; I feel like I’m about to burst.

  “Your tongue, hands. Lick me.” The words continue to come out in a staccato pattern. Finally, he releases my hands as he moves down my body to settle between my thighs. He inhales as he runs his nose up my center before flicking his tongue across my clit. I can’t contain the loud moan that escapes my throat as I fist the sheets in my hands.

  He grips my thighs with each hand, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he devours me with voracity. His slow licks transform into deliberate flicks of his tongue peppered between deep passionate kisses against my most sensitive and intimate parts.

  No man has ever made my body feel this way. No man has ever had this kind of power and control over my body, causing it to explode with ecstasy over and over. Even when my brain is telling me I can’t possibly handle more, my body betrays me and surrenders to his every desire.

  I can’t hold back my climax any longer. Sweat beads on my forehead as my body stiffens and arches. Hips bucking against his face as he crooks his finger, I explode in pleasure. My vision blurs as the orgasm tears through my body, leaving me in a satisfied, limp puddle of limbs on the bed.

  He crawls up my body and settles between my thighs, pressing his lips against mine as his tongue explores my own. I can taste my release on his mouth as his rigid cock presses at my opening, and my thighs fall open to welcome him.

  His eyes lock on mine as his hips begin a rocking motion. He intertwines his fingers with my own, once again pinning them to the bed and using the leverage to thrust himself into me even further. The moment is deep and intimate. Emotions swirl through my head as I try to drown them out and live in the moment. This thing between us started as purely physical; we promised each other no labels and no commitments. I thought I knew what I wanted. I thought I could keep feelings out of it, but now, I can only hope to survive the fallout when he walks away.

  1

  Maddie

  “Pick up the phone,” I say as the line rings for what has to be the twentieth time.

  “Hello?” Jazz, my best friend—fiancée to my brother and expectant mother of his baby— answers around a giggle.

  “Finally! What the hell were you doing?” I ask, clearly annoyed.

  “Nothing. What’s up?”

  “I’m getting ready for my first boxing class, and you said weeks ago you’d go with me.”

  “To be fair, that was before I found out I was pregnant. Damon doesn’t think it’s a smart decision.”

  “Ugh, what does my stupid brother know? Plus, it’s not like we’re going to actually be fighting. We’ll hit the bag a few times. And it wouldn’t have killed you to let me know before right now.”

  “I’m sorry, Mads, but I don’t think so.” I can hear the uneasiness in her voice.

  “Come on, Jazz. Please come with me. Just this once, or until I meet some people and get comfortable.”

  “I don’t know. I mean, Damon and I kind of had plans for tonight.”

  I hear her softly giggle and whisper, “Quit it, I’m on the phone.”

  “Seriously? You had plans with ME first! Jazz, did you forget you’re my best friend first and his fiancée second? Since you guys have been hooking up, we don’t ever see one another anymore. Come on. It’s only for one hour, and then you can go home and do whatever you guys do with your nights.” I silently gag at the end of that sentence.

  “Okay, okay. You’re right. I’m sorry.” She lets out a sigh of defeat. “I’ll be over in an hour.”

  “Thank you,” I say, hanging up the phone. I hate having to pl
ay the you were my best friend before his fiancée card, but hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

  I drop the phone onto the couch and get up to change my clothes. I pull on a pair of black leggings and yank off my shirt to replace it with a lime-green sports bra. I check myself over in the mirror as I pull my hair up into a messy ponytail, then slide on my shoes. I do a few chores around the house, and just as I’m grabbing my jacket, phone, and keys, Jazz is walking in the door.

  She lets out a deep breath and drops her purse on the table. “This is going to be a lot harder once Damon and I move out of the city, you know?”

  I nod my head. “I know. All those nights we snuck out of the ‘burbs to come to the city, and now you’re moving back there voluntarily.”

  She offers a sad smile. “I know. But it's perfect if you think about it. I mean, how many people get to raise their kids in the same place they grew up? And with their childhood crush, no less?”

  “It is kind of perfect.” I stick my tongue out at her for having such a fairytale life.

  She laughs. “I don’t know what you expect me to do at this boxing class in my current condition.” She motions toward her stomach that’s still flat.

  “You can do anything I’m going to do. It’s the first class, so it’s not like we’re going to be fighting one another.”

  “Good, because I promised Damon that I wouldn’t even put on gloves.” She laughs.

  “He thinks you’re going to a boxing class to not box?” I ask, pulling my jacket on.

  “He thinks I’m going for moral support.”

  “Why does he think that?” I ask, holding the door open to let her walk out first so I can lock it behind us.

  “Because that’s what I told him?”

  We both laugh as we walk down the hall toward the main exit.

  Twenty minutes later, we’re at the gym, boxing gloves in place. I promise Jazz I won’t tell my brother. The big room has punching bags hanging from the rafters and a ring in the far corner. The instructor tells us to warm up by jumping rope and trying out the bags. At first, we take turns holding the bag for our partner to hit. After a good twenty minutes of this, the instructor gets our attention again and has us sit down to watch two trained members fight as he walks us through what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.

  Jazz and I sit ringside on the floor. The instructor is a middle-aged man with cropped graying hair and arms like pythons. A large vein runs down the center of his bicep. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s the owner, and these are the fighters he’s trained. Two more men join him in the ring.

  I bump Jazz’s elbow with mine. “Whoa! That guy is sexy as FUCK,” I whisper so only she hears.

  She nods her head and purses her lips together. “I guess. He’s got nothing on Damon though.”

  I scoff and roll my eyes. “You two make me sick,” I say, watching the man that’s caught my eye.

  He has dark hair that’s shaved short, nearly to his scalp, and five o’clock shadow that does little to mask his chiseled jawline. Every time he jabs, his entire body flexes, and let me tell you, there’s not an ounce of fat on his delicious physique. Every single muscle looks hard as a rock, like he’s been hand carved out of granite by the gods. His chin is defined, with a small dimple in the center.

  Suddenly, his emerald green eyes cut to me, and I feel like a kid caught with her hand caught in the cookie jar. He gives me a quick smirk, and I lick my lips as I feel my face grow red before looking away.

  They fight for several minutes, and if you ask me, it isn’t nearly long enough. Then, the three men move out of the ring and onto the floor.

  “All of you, go back to your bags and use the information we just gave you to improve. I want to see you strict on form. Plant that back leg and lean into the punches you throw. We’ll all be walking around the room, giving you pointers,” the older man says.

  Jazz and I stand up and move back to our punching bag. She holds the bag and I step in front of it. Curling my hands into tight fists inside my gloves, I hit the bag over and over. I actually forget where I am, paying no mind to the people around me or the sexy man that could be watching me. I’m focusing all my energy on that bag and the power behind my punch.

  “You have pretty good form. Is this your first time?” the sexy guy asks, stepping next to Jazz, facing me.

  I let my arms fall to my sides as I nod my head, unable to speak. I don’t know if it’s because I’m breathless from the relentless punching or if it’s because I’m at a loss for words given how much sexier he is up close.

  He has his arms crossed over his sculpted chest, causing his biceps to bulge as he looks me up and down. “Can I give you some pointers?”

  “Of course,” I agree, trying to sound nonchalant. In reality, I’m about to melt into a puddle on the spot.

  “Take your position,” he orders.

  I bring my fists back up.

  He walks a circle around me.

  “Spread your feet,” he says, gently pushing them further apart with his foot.

  I do as he says.

  “Straighten your back.” He places one hand flat on my spine, causing me to suck in a breath from the electric current that cuts through me. He steps to my side and places the other hand on my stomach. “Tighten your abs. Can you feel that? The difference in how you were standing and how you’re standing now. You’re taller, tighter. All your muscles are under your control. Keep that core engaged; don’t let your spine hunch.”

  I nod, now focusing more on how his hands are touching me rather than listening to what he’s saying.

  “Now, jab!”

  I extend my arm and hit the bag. It makes a thumping sound that fills my ears.

  “Good. Keep your wrist straight,” he tells me. “Again!”

  I extend my arm again, this time focusing on keeping my wrist straight. The blow is much more solid than the previous ones.

  “Better. Now, when you swing, put your whole body into it. Again!”

  I swing with all my might while keeping my wrist straight. The strike is solid and powerful.

  “There,” he says, letting his hands drop. “Much better.”

  “Thanks,” I say a little too breathy for my liking.

  He looks at Jazz. “You need some tips?”

  She shakes her head. “Nope. I’m only here for support.”

  He lets out a deep chuckle. “Alright.” He looks back at me, but he doesn’t just look at me: his eyes roam up me until our they meet mine, like a lion staring at an antelope he’s about to devour. “Keep going. I’ll check back with you later.” Without another word, he walks away to help the next person.

  For the rest of the class, I watch him out of the corner of my eye, checking to see if he helps another person the way he helped me. He doesn’t touch them at all. The most he does is walk by with a nod, sometimes offering a quick comment. I’m not sure if I should be creeped out by that knowledge or accept that maybe my form was just that shitty.

  When the class is dismissed, Jazz and I stand at the counter, removing our gloves.

  “Hey, what happened to the guy you were dating? Travis?” Jazz asks, arching an eyebrow.

  I roll my eyes. “Travis was fun.” I shrug. “He was like a toy, but you know, all toys get old after a while. So, I donated him for the next girl to enjoy.” I smile.

  Jazz shakes her head. “One of these days, the love bug will bite you.”

  I laugh. “I don’t know about the love bug, but I’d definitely take a hit from that sexy boxer.”

  “Is that right?” he asks, stepping up behind me.

  My face immediately heats up and I bite my lower lip as I turn around to face him. Shit!

  He offers me a grin as his eyes travel up my body again. “I’m here most nights. If you want a private lesson, you know where to find me.” He shoots me a wink and walks away.

  When he’s far enough away from me, a long breath I didn’t realize I was holding escapes my mouth a
nd my shoulders fall.

  “Really? You couldn’t tell me he was behind me? Mouth, meet foot.”

  Jazz laughs. “I thought it’d be funnier this way. Not to mention, now you have a reason to come back.”

  I grab my jacket and pull it on. “I already had a reason to come back; now I have a reason to completely avoid this place.”

  “What? Why would you do that? I thought you wanted to take a hit from that boxer?” she teases.

  I bump her arm with my elbow. “Because I’m completely embarrassed!”

  “Oh, you’ll be fine. I’ve seen you recover from much worse. But on another note, I’m meeting up with Damon for dinner. Want to join? We’re going to your favorite pizza place.”

  “I don’t want to be your third wheel,” I complain.

  She opens the door and walks out onto the sidewalk. “Seriously, it’s always been the three of us. Nothing changed, Mads.”

  “Nothing changed? Jazz you’re carrying his baby and you guys are in a relationship. Now you have all the little inside jokes and communicate with stupid looks like you and I always did.” I know I’m sulking, but I’m still not over the moon that I was pushed out of the group. “Whatever, I’ll go. But I’m ordering my own breadsticks.”

  She laughs. “Deal.”

  Jazz and I walk into the pizza place a little while later and Damon is already at a table waiting. When he sees us, he stands and pulls Jazz in for a hug and a quick kiss. I slide into the booth and pick up a menu.

  “How was the class?” he asks.