Babysitting a Billionaire #1 - Losing Control(24)

"You ready?" he asked.

Ready for what? But she nodded again.

He gripped her hips as he pumped into her hard and fast. She spiraled out of control, reaching for something, every cell focused on the hard male shaft thrusting between her thighs. 

She moaned and pushed back against him. She was so close, but release eluded her, and she thought she might go mad, the sensations too intense.

Then he slid one hand around her, burrowed between her thighs, found her clit, rubbed once, twice, and she exploded. A second later, his cock pulsed inside her, signaling that he'd found his own release.

They stood wrapped together as her heart rate slowed and the ripples of pleasure subsided.

"That was … "

"Good?"

"Sensational."

"Well, let's get inside, and we can fulfill a few more of my fantasies." He picked her up in his arms and carried her easily across the rooftop to a steel door. "Crap," he said. "Do you have the security codes?"

"They're in my bag."

He looked back at their abandoned luggage, then at her in his arms, a small frown turning down the corners of his mouth.

"You can put me down. I can walk." At least she was pretty sure she could walk, though her legs still felt shaky. She'd thought on top of the desk was as good as it got. Boy, she'd been wrong. She had another little twinge as she remembered the feel of him deep inside her.

"I like carrying you. It gives me the illusion that you'll let me take care of you."

Her brows drew together. "I can take care of myself."

"Couldn't you pretend to pander to my masculine pride?"

"I don't think your masculine pride needs any pandering."

"You'd be surprised," he muttered. "We men like to imagine we're useful."

"Oh, you're very useful, but that doesn't mean you have to be all macho, take control all of the time."

Surprise flickered across his face. "You believe I try to control you? Sweetheart, not even close."

She opened her mouth to argue, but he gave her a swift kiss and put her down to retrieve the bags. Did he really believe he wasn't controlling? Or was it just a matter of relativity?

Kim took her bag from him and rummaged through it for the property file. She punched in the code, and the door swung open. But she hesitated before entering. "You really don't think you're controlling?"

"If I was, I'd have tied you to the bed years ago and kept you there. Where you belong."

"Ha. I might think you're a sexist pig from that comment, but I know you're not."

"Not with women in general. Maybe with you a little. Something about having you tied up and helpless appeals to me."

"Pervert. I'm getting a little concerned about your fantasies," she muttered as she followed him inside. He appeared to know where he was going. "Have you been here before?" she asked.

"I came to a party once, soon after Kieran bought the place. It's great for a getaway, but a security nightmare. There's a lot of valuable stuff in here, and it's vulnerable."

"Well, it won't be when we've finished."

"Tomorrow. Tonight I have plans."

So did she. But first, she needed food. She hadn't had lunch; she'd been too on edge waiting for Jake to call. Then too on edge waiting for him to turn up. And now she was starving.

Jake led her down two flights of narrow stone steps and into a wider corridor. The place had been modernized very sympathetically so it still bore the resemblance to a medieval castle inside, with bare stone walls covered by tapestries and paintings. He eventually came to a halt outside a large oak door decorated with iron and with a big iron key in the lock.

"Here we are," he said.




 

 

Kim twisted the key. It turned smoothly, and she pushed open the heavy door.

"This is the master bedroom," Jake said, stepping in behind her.

 …

Jake studied her as she took in the room. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off the bed. The thing was impressive, a huge four-poster with crimson brocade hangings.

Pleasure still coursed through him, and he already wanted her again. The whole time he'd been away he hadn't been able to stop thinking about Kim and this weekend. He'd jerked off so many times he'd lost count. Now they were here.

He wanted food, and then he wanted to make love with Kim again. This time in bed. Oddly, beds hadn't featured much in his fantasies. But this one, with its brocade hangings tied back with heavy crimson cords, had possibilities. He stroked his finger over a velvet cord. It was soft to the touch.

He thought about his fantasy of tying her to the bed and his cock pulsed. Definite possibilities. Glancing across, he found Kim watching him, her regard flicking from the cord, to his hand, and back to the bed.

"I'm hungry," she said. "I hope there's some food. The housekeeper was supposed to leave the place stocked for the weekend and then make herself scarce."

"Give me a minute to clean up, and we'll go find out."

He washed up in the en suite bathroom. When he came back, Kim was still staring at the four-poster, a thoughtful expression on her face. He hoped she had the same thoughts he did. He'd never considered himself particularly kinky, but after the dance she'd led him on, something about having Kim tied up, naked and at his mercy, appealed to his sense of justice. And his dick. Suddenly, he was in a hurry.

"Let's go get that food."

Chapter Fifteen

They ate at the huge oak table in the vast kitchen.

"I love this kitchen," Kim said. "I could live in this one room."

"This was the old castle kitchen, though it's not as old as the main building. When that was first built the kitchen was in a separate structure to avoid fire."

"You seem to know a lot about the place."

"Kieran is considering selling. He thought a castle sounded like a good idea, but he likes to be warm-he's more a Caribbean style of guy. I liked the place when I was here last, and I know Dad would love it."

"You're going to buy a castle?"

She sounded shocked, and he smiled. "It's a good time. Property prices are low right now. It would be a bargain."

"A bargain castle?"

He took a sip of red wine. He'd selected a bottle from the well-stocked wine cellar. There was also champagne in the fridge, and he'd take a bottle up with them after they finished eating. Kim drank her wine slowly. Good. He didn't want her drunk-on the other hand, a little champagne in her veins might make her more amenable to his plans. 

The fridge was also well stocked with local produce, smoked salmon, venison steaks, cheese. They dined on a picnic of crusty bread and bits and pieces.

He loved watching her eat. He'd spent too much time dating models who watched everything that went into their mouths. His lips quirked as he remembered one girl who refrained from swallowing during oral sex because she claimed his semen had too many calories. He reckoned Kim wouldn't hesitate. She'd eat him up.

He shifted on his seat and glanced up to find her studying him, one eyebrow raised.

"Just thinking about oral sex," he murmured and grinned as a flush stained her cheeks. She had so much to learn, and he couldn't wait to start teaching her.

He pushed his plate away. "Have you had enough?"

She took one last nibble of cheese and nodded, licked the crumbs from her lips, then held his gaze as she swiped her tongue over her lower lip. The muscles in his belly clenched as she smiled slowly.

Maybe she didn't have so much to learn, after all.

He grabbed the bottle of champagne on the way out, then took her hand and almost pulled her along. She stumbled in her heels, cursed, and righted herself. He handed her the bottle, grabbed her by the waist, and tossed her over his shoulder. For a second, she squirmed, and he placed a hand on her buttocks and squeezed. She went still and didn't speak until he dropped her in the middle of the four-poster bed.

He took the bottle from her hand and placed it on the bedside table, then drew out a handful of condoms from his pocket and tossed them beside the champagne. He had more in his bag, and he hoped he would need them.

Kim stared up at him, her long legs sprawled, the leather skirt rucked up around her slender thighs. Blood drained so fast from his body to his dick that for a moment he felt almost light-headed.

"Are you turning into some sort of caveman?" she asked, but didn't appear upset. Instead, she still seemed thoughtful, causing a small niggle of worry to start up in his brain.

"Maybe … " He wondered how to steer the conversation to his plans for the evening. Or perhaps he should shelve them for tonight. He didn't want to scare her off, and his fantasies could overwhelm her if he gave them free rein. She still worried about the control issue, which he admitted was one of his flaws.

But she had the same failing.

That's why she'd had such trouble with her father and her husband. Her ex had been an asshole, although she might have dealt with him better if she'd had more confidence in herself. Jake needed to reassure her she'd be in control whenever she wanted, but maybe tying her to the bed wasn't the best demonstration.

He sank down beside her and stroked her silky, stocking-covered leg. Then he unbuckled the ankle straps on her shoes, threw them onto the floor, and massaged her feet. She had beautiful feet, narrow with a high instep. She wriggled her toes against his hand. He lifted her foot and placed it against his groin, and she wriggled her toes some more, this time against his erection. He rested his hand over her foot and held her still. He wanted to say something before he lost the ability to reason.