Billionaire With Benefits: Make Her Mine-Book 2

by Winter, Alexis

  He slows the car to a stop in the middle of a traffic jam and leans toward me. “If that’s what you want, Maddie.” He kisses me softly. “I just want you happy.”

  I smile. “Thank you.”

  He sits back in his seat, and my mind begins to drift. He just wants me happy.

  Well, I want him happy too. And if working there would make him happy, shouldn’t I do it? I know he would do it for me. Should I quit my job and come back to work for my boyfriend? Would I be happy doing that?

  I let out a deep breath, confused and completely unsure.

  22

  Bennet

  “If I asked you to quit your job, would you?” she asks out of nowhere.

  I look over at her in the passenger seat. “What?”

  “If I asked you to resign or sell or quit, would you?” Her face is serious, eyes narrowed on me.

  I turn to look back out the windshield, thinking it over. “I guess I would have to ask why.”

  “To make me happy. If I said it’s me or that company, which would you choose?”

  “You, without question,” I state.

  I’m not sure if that’s the answer she wanted or not. She turns to look forward once again.

  “Where’s this coming from?”

  “You said you just wanted me happy?”

  “I did.”

  “Well, I want you happy too. And if coming back to work there would make you happy, shouldn’t I be more than willing to give you that?”

  Now I see where this is going. “Mads, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m happy just having you in my life. I’m happy being able to touch you and kiss you and share our lives together. That’s all I meant.”

  She nods. “I know. But me working there would make you happy,” she states.

  “I guess it would. It wouldn’t make me unhappy.”

  “Okay. You’re willing to do anything I ask. I’ll do it. I want you to know that I’d do anything you ask too. I want our relationship to be a team. I don’t want always to get what I want while you never get what you want. I want us to be equals. I have your back, and you have mine.”

  I laugh softly as I press a kiss to the back of her hand, squeezing it gently. “I’ll get you your own office. Hell, you can have my office if you want it.”

  She looks over at me and smiles. “Thank you, but my own office will do just fine.” Her eyes flash over to me. “Oh, and I want more pay. You have to at least match my salary at Chance.”

  “Deal. New office. Salary matched. What else?”

  She places her finger on her chin as she thinks it over. “Ummm, I want paid vacation time, unlimited access to your office any time I want to visit, and a 401K.”

  I laugh. “You drive a hard bargain, but I accept.”

  I pull into the parking lot and shut off the car. “Now, the big questions: where are we going to live?”

  She smiles and steps out of the car, leaving me to chase after her. I smack her on the ass playfully as I pass, opening the door to the building for her. When we step into the elevator, I spin her around and press her back to the wall with my lips to against hers. Her hands come up and thread through my hair that’s beginning to grow out. She gently pulls it, breaking our kiss.

  “I don’t care where we live, as long as we’re together.”

  I grin from hearing her words, moving my lips back to hers. My hands have a mind of their own, traveling her body, massaging and caressing. My dick hardens, and I grind it against her core. She lets out a breathy moan of excitement.

  I move my hands up to her cheeks, pushing her hair away from her face. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. “I don’t want to wait to see where the future takes us. Let’s create our future.” I place her on her feet and drop down to one knee.

  Her eyes grow wide and her lips part. I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out a small box.

  “How long have you had that?” she asks.

  “My mother gave it to me tonight at dinner. It was my great-grandmother’s ring. It’s been passed down for generations.” I open the box, and the light in the elevator catches the diamond perfectly.

  “Madeline Michelle Strickland, I’ve loved you since the moment my eyes met yours. I don’t want to walk another day on this earth without being able to say you’re mine. Will you please marry me?”

  Her gaping mouth turns into a smile as she nods slowly. “Yes,” she whispers.

  I take the ring from the box with shaking hands and slide it onto her finger. The instant she pulls her hand back to examine the ring, I stand and pick her up against me, kissing her with everything I have.

  I don’t know how long the door to the elevator has been open, but I turn and walk us through it, down the hallway, and to her apartment. I manage to get the door open with one hand, and I carry her through, kicking it closed behind me. I set her on the island in the kitchen, and immediately she starts pushing my jacket over my shoulders.

  I shrug out of it quickly, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. My hands land on her thighs, working her dress up her legs. When I get it high enough, I’m surprised to find her completely bare underneath. Her hands are unfastening my belt and pants, and before I know it, she’s working my length up and down in her hand.

  I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the counter before positioning myself at her entrance. I thrust into her, and the moment we become one, we both let out a relieved moan, finally back to the way we’re meant to be.

  My lips move from her mouth, down to her neck, and I’m in such a rush to taste her, my hands begin pulling at her dress. The fabric tears and the sound of tiny beads peppering the tile fills my ears. I pause and look around. She laughs but pulls my mouth back to hers.

  Finally, I take her in my arms and carry her through the apartment, never separating, until I can lay her down in bed where I can move between her beautiful thighs all night long.

  When I place her on the bed, she rolls over, getting up on her knees as she glances over her shoulder at me. I bite my lower lip, getting even more excited. With my hands on her hips, I pull her toward the edge of the bed until I can slide back inside her. In this position, she feels tighter, and it makes all my muscles constrict to hold back the orgasm that’s begging to be set free. As I rock my hips back and forth, she moves into my thrusts, making me feel like I’m deeper inside her than I’ve ever been. Her muscles begin to twitch around me, and I let my hand move around her hips and down to her clit. The extra stimulation has her crying out my name over and over until I feel her relax. I remove myself from her, and with one hand, gently push her hips to the side where she rolls over onto her back. As I begin climbing up the bed, she places a hand on my chest and urges me back. At this point, I’m so wound-up that I can’t fight her. I’ll give it to her any way I can. She straddles me and slides me back inside her. I latch onto her hips, pulling her down harder each time she begins to slide me out of her.

  I can tell she’s about to come again, and I’m about to lose all sense of control. At the last second, I roll us over and drive into her so deep she lets out a scream. Her nails dig into my back, and teeth bite down on my shoulder. She’s so hot and tight around me; I have no choice but to let my release go at the same time she lets out a soft whimper.

  “I love you, Maddie,” I whisper into her hair as we both stop to catch our breath and regain control over our bodies.

  Monday morning rolls around, and Maddie is a nervous wreck as we ride my private elevator up to my office together. “Don’t be so worried. We’re going to make sure everyone in the building knows that you are soon to be part-owner of Windsor Wealth Management.”

  “What? How?” she asks, icy eyes popping up to meet mine.

  “We’re throwing an engagement party in the conference room. Food, drinks, and cake for everyone. Come on; we’re running late.” I take her hand and pull her from the elevator, down the hall, and into the conference room.

  We walk in, and everyone yells, “Congratulations!
” Then all their eyes narrow on Maddie standing next to me. Their mouths drop open as they force themselves to recover quickly.

  “Thank you for leaving your desks for a moment to celebrate with us,” I tell them. “Please, everyone, help yourselves to the food and drinks.”

  Maddie is standing by my side, quiet and worried. Her eyes are dashing around the room, and they’re filled with fear.

  “Madeline and I are aware of the rumors going around the building,” I start addressing the group of employees that are gathered around. “And I am here to clear up anything you may have questions about. I didn’t meet Madeline until Brian, our usual data guy, was out sick. She was hired for his position but ended up being put in the mailroom on hold. When she was called to action, she went above and beyond what any other person in her position could have done. Which is why she landed the job full-time. We started working together, became friends, and it was undeniable the feelings I was having for her. We had been together for weeks before any of you found out. I assure you, this won’t affect any aspect of your jobs or normal working day. Madeline and I know how to be professional around the workplace. But just so you all know, when we’re married, Madeline will be part-owner of this company. So, I suggest you all treat her with respect moving forward.”

  Everyone starts talking at once, saying congratulations and best wishes. They go back to their small groups and the conversations they were having before we even walked into the room. I take Maddie’s hand and pull her into my office; the second the door is shut between us, I move my mouth to hers. She lets out a deep, content breath against my lips.

  “God, I thought I was going to explode if I didn’t get to taste you soon,” I whisper, allowing my hands to roam her beautiful body.

  She giggles. “What happened to being professional, Mr. Windsor?” she teases.

  “Fuck being professional,” I whisper as I walk her toward my desk.

  “Where are we going?” Maddie asks as I lead her from the office into my car.

  “We have some things to go over.” I climb behind the wheel and pull out of the garage.

  “What kind of things?” she asks, turning her upper body to face me.

  “Well, first off, if we’re going to be living outside the city at times, you’re going to need a vehicle.”

  Her eyes stretch wide. “I can’t afford a new car,” she points out.

  “It’s on me, Maddie.”

  “What? No, Bennet. I don’t want your money,” she argues, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Whether you want it or not is not up to you. We’re getting married. Half of everything is already yours. I don’t want to have my money and you to have your money. I want us both to have our money. Understand? Teamwork, remember?” I flash her a quick smile and shoot her a wink from quoting her words.

  She laughs. “Fine. But I’m not getting something this fancy.” She motions toward my Mercedes.

  “You can get whatever you want,” I assure her.

  “Even a Lambo?” I can tell she’s teasing me by the way she’s holding back a smile.

  I laugh. “If you wish.”

  She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t argue.

  We get out at the car lot, and we walk around several times. But every time she checks out one car, I notice her always looking back at another. I know the only reason she hasn’t spoken on it yet is the price tag.

  I look over at her. “Just get the one you want. It doesn’t matter how much it cost.”

  “But I said I didn’t want a Mercedes, and now I’m totally in love with that G-Wagon,” she pouts.

  I laugh, wrap my arm around her shoulders, and lead her to the blacked-out G-Wagon. I open the door and motion for her to climb inside.

  She sits behind the wheel, and I see her face and eyes light up. “Is this the one?” I ask.

  She smiles wide and nods.

  “Let’s go do the paperwork.”

  Once everything is signed and done, I have the G-Wagon delivered to the house and we go to our next assignment. I hit the highway and drive out of the city. Her hand is in mine as the music softly plays over the speakers. The top is down, and the sun is shining. Every time I look at her, her skin is glowing while her dark hair flies about crazily. Just looking at her makes me smile. Being able to reach out and hold her hand brightens my day. I know one thing for sure: I’m going to thank God every day for bringing her into my life. I will cherish every day I get to spend with her and call her mine. It almost seems impossible that I’m this happy, and a part of me doesn’t want to trust it. But that’s old me speaking. Maddie has taught me so much about love and trust and happiness. I think it’s about time that I start to trust us. Not her or me, but us together as a team.

  I exit the highway and make a few turns on some side streets. We drive through a small town that has nothing but a gas station, a homestyle restaurant, and a couple independent business, and finally, we’re home—or our soon to be home.

  “Is this your shop?” she asks, unbuckling and stepping out of the car.

  “Yep. Follow me.” I take her hand and lead her to the backside of the property where there’s a big pond. I turn us around and point at the place the house is going. “The house is going to be over there. The plans have a back porch so we can sit out there at sunset and watch the sun leave the sky over the pond. There’s going to be four bedrooms upstairs with three baths. Then downstairs there's the kitchen, living room, dining room, bathroom, laundry room, and office. What do you think?”

  She turns to face me and wraps her arms around my neck. “I think it’ll be perfect.” She closes the distance between us, pressing her lips to mine.

  “Want to see the garage?” I ask, pulling her back up the property and to the pole barn. I unlock the door and turn off the alarm. The garage isn’t much, just a typical garage, but the tools and car parts are everywhere, with a half-finished car parked in the center. I tap it on the front fender. “This will be the first one to roll out. What do you think?”

  She smiles as she walks closer. “I think we need to welcome it to the family, don’t you?” she says, walking closer.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  On her walk over to me, she’s slowly working her sundress up her thighs, then her flat, toned stomach, past her full chest, and over her head. She tosses it my way, and it lands on the top of the car.

  She’s finally within arm’s reach, and I grab her, picking her up and setting her on the hood. My mouth moves to hers, and her hands get busy freeing me from my jeans. I lay her back as I position myself at her opening. One hand guides myself into her while the other travels her body.

  “I love you, Bennet,” she whispers while I take from my body to give to hers.

  “I love you too, Maddie,” I say, thrusting into her, filling her until she cries out.

  When we’ve both lost ourselves, I pull her up, and we both fix our clothing. She looks at the car with a smile. “That’s better, right?”

  I look down at the hood of the car and see her ass print. I laugh. “Much better.”

  As we walk out of the garage and I turn to lock the door, my eyes land on the car, and a smile spreads across my face. “I may have a hard time selling that car now.” She laughs but takes my hand and pulls me back to the driveway where we parked.

  “You know, I think this property would make for a beautiful wedding.”

  I look over at her. “I think you’re right.”

  “How much time do we have until the house is done?”

  I shrug. “Depends on when we start it.”

  “Can it be done by next spring?”

  I start the car. “I think so. I’ll call the construction company in the morning and give them the go-ahead to start.”

  She leans over the center console. “Thank you,” she whispers, pressing her lips to mine.

  “Anything, Maddie,” I whisper against them. “Always.”

  23

  Maddie
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  MONTHS LATER…

  * * *

  The phone ringing wakes me from a dead sleep. “Hello?” I ask, rubbing my eyes as I look at the clock to see that it’s only two in the morning.

  “Maddie, it’s happening!” Jazz says, pain evident in her voice.

  “On my way!” I hang up and throw the blankets back, shaking Bennet.

  “Wake up! Jazz is in labor!”

  He springs from the bed. “Okay, I’m up. I’m up,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

  I run to the walk-in closet and dig around for some clothes. I’m changed in less than a minute. I’m sitting on the bed, pulling on my shoes when Bennet walks in the room with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

  “What are you doing? We have to hurry. I don’t want to miss it.”

  “Okay, okay,” he mumbles around his toothbrush. “Doesn’t it take like hours to have a baby?”

  I shrug. “How am I supposed to know? I’ve never had a baby before.”

  He waves his hand in the air. “I think we’ll have plenty of time.”

  We get to the hospital almost an hour later, and Jazz is already in the delivery room. I stand in the waiting room, arms crossed and tapping my foot. “I told you we needed to hurry.”

  He scrunches down into his chair. “Okay, I’m sorry, but we didn’t miss it,” he says, looking over at my mom and dad who are almost asleep from being drug out of bed at this ungodly hour.

  It feels like hours pass, but Damon comes running into the waiting room. “He’s here!” he yells, causing everyone to jump awake.

  Bennet jumps up and shakes his hand. “Congrats, man.”

  “When can I see them?” I ask.

  “They’re getting them cleaned up now, and as soon as we move into a normal room, I’ll come get you guys,” he says, hugging everyone before rushing back to be with Jazz and his newborn son.

  Finally, I feel like I can relax, knowing that everyone is safe and sound. I collapse into the empty chair at Bennet’s side, and he wraps his arms around my shoulders.