Billionaire Alpha 1(15)

"Did you like it, Beth? Was that you under the desk? You with your   beautiful mouth licking and sucking pleasure from me?" He leaned in,   lifting her chin slightly as he dragged his nose along the column of her   neck.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, reaching out   and sliding her hands along his waist. Soft panting gave way to   embarrassment, warmth coating her neck and cheeks. She had to get out of   there. Where was Matt?

"Of course you do. I had my eyes closed for most of it, my hand gripping   her silky hair, my body reacting violently for one reason."

Bethany opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling much too fast as   air seemed in short supply. He leaned in further, his body flush against   hers as he rolled his hips again.         

     



 

"What reason?" she whispered, looking up into his eyes, needing his kiss beyond anything she remembered wanting.

"I just let her be you and I came harder than I have in ages." He nipped   at her mouth as the door opened and he moved back with ease, a soft   laugh leaving him as he turned to Matt.

"What?" Matt asked, walking out with drinks and food balanced in his arms and against his chest.

"Just listening to Bethany tell me a few stories of the intern. You know   that crazy one that's always trying to get into my pants?"

"Oh God. The redhead?"

"Yeah. She's after the new guy now. Right, Beth?" Damon looked over his   shoulder, the guy before her not the one that held her captive against   the wall at all.

"Yep. Sadie is a total bitch." Bethany steeled herself, moving from the   wall and brushing her shirt down in hopes of it hiding her budded   nipples. She reached for a beer, lust rushing across Damon's gaze once   more before he seemed to effectively hide it for good.

"Well, steer clear of her, Bethany. I think Damon's had more horror   stories on this one than any before." Matt popped a piece of cheese in   his mouth as Bethany took a long slow drink of her beer, wishing it were   something much stronger.

She listened to the two guys talk about how crazy girls were, their   laughter causing a smile to lift the side of her mouth. A soft tick   pulsated along her neck, her blood pressure elevated, her heart racing   at the idea of belonging to the alpha before her. It would never happen.   The taboo alone would leave them both unable to be anything more than   incredible sex and longing, most likely only on her part.

Damon seemed to be perfectly fine with having a different woman every   day, his appetite varied and more focused on lust than love. Perhaps he   had it right. Maybe the way through life was to taste and try lots. To   not stop and focus on one person, but enjoy many. She looked away to   roll her eyes, her thoughts ridiculous. He was teasing her, playing a   dangerous game and yet, she loved it. It had been far too long since   anyone grabbed her sensitivities and demanded control of her desires.   She glanced over at him, Damon's dark gaze shifting to her as Matt   laughed about something.

A shiver ran through her and he seemed to take notice, his tongue   darting out to lick at his lips before he took a drink of his beer. The   door opened behind her, the sound of her mother's voice catching her   attention.

"Dinner's ready guys. Come on in and let's eat."

Bethany started for the door, Damon's hand softly wrapping around her wrist, stopping her.

"Matt, go ahead. We'll get all of this stuff and be right in. I wanted   to talk to Bethany about something really quickly anyway."

"What?" Matt tilted his head, his eyes shifting between the two of them.

"The balance sheet audit for a small manufacturing company and why the debits didn't exactly..."

Matt cut him off, throwing his hand in the air. "Okay... don't bore me with that shit. I'll be inside."

Bethany smirked as Matt walked away, cursing their intelligence as he   did. Bethany gathered the dish they had been sharing, her eyes averted   from Damon completely.

"What did you want to ask me?" She looked up. Mistake.

His stance whispered confidence, his eyes hungry with unfulfilled lust.   Bethany swallowed hard and took a small step back, stopping herself   before taking another. She would not appear weak in front of him, no   matter what.

"I didn't want to ask you anything. The taste of you on my tongue has   been driving me wild." He licked at his lips again, his fingers coming   up to brush by his mouth.

"Yes, well, I'm not a blond." She shrugged and turned to walk toward the   door, Damon moving in to walk just behind her. She kicked herself   internally for such an ignorant response. She sounded jealous and petty,   namely because she was.

"I find it funny that you think I like blonds." He held the door open as   she stopped beside him, finding a bit of courage as she looked up at   him.

"Do you not? Seems odd that one was crouching beneath your desk today,   one answers your phone and the pictures in your office highlight a   different one altogether."

"Are you jealous, Beth?" The smirk on his mouth caused her heart to skip   a beat, the sweet aroma of him wafting over her as the wind blew.         

     



 

"Nothing to be jealous of. I'm your sister, remember?" She lifted her   eyebrow, shrugged and walked in, his voice nothing more than a sensual   whisper.

"Not yet you're not..."





Chapter 12





"So you know we have the Barrington Corp audit committee meeting coming   up next week?" Kent turned to Damon, Bethany's eyes on her soon-to-be   stepfather as he turned the conversation at dinner from something more   casual to business.

"I do. I've prepared a few things, but I was thinking we could meet   tomorrow morning to discuss the fullness of what you want presented."   Damon shifted his dark gaze from Kent to Bethany as he lifted his napkin   and wiped his mouth. "I'd like to involve Beth if you're okay with   that."

"Beth?" Kent looked over to Bethany. "Do you go by Beth? I thought you went by Bethany."

"I go by either. Most people call me Bethany, but Damon has taken a   liking to the nickname I guess." She shrugged, smiling as the rest of   the members around the dinner table chuckled.

"Short and sweet, just like my new sister." Damon lifted his eyebrows in comic challenge.

"Hey! I'm not short," Bethany grumbled as everyone laughed. Damon had   far too many sides to keep up with and trying to discern which was truly   him, or if they all were, would be a full-time job. She focused on her   plate, the dinner delicious, the company rich in many more ways than  she  had imagined possible. Asking her mom to move things up with Kent  was a  bit selfish, but it was working out beautifully.

"I'd love for Bethany to be there." Kent picked up his fork and stabbed   at the chicken on his plate, his eyes moving between Bethany and Damon.

"You guys know that she will be starting school again soon," her mother   spoke up. "Have you thought through the schedule for her so that she's   able to focus on her master's as well as doing a good job for you  guys?"

Bethany laughed. "I'm right here, mom."

They all chuckled, Damon taking up the conversation as Matt lifted his   wine glass in the air and studied the contents as if an experiment.   Bethany stifled a smile at the silliness of her soon-to-be brother. He   was convinced that if he didn't make himself out to look crazy, then   responsibility and demands would soon take freedom from his days.

"We can talk about her schedule more soon. When do you go back, Beth?"

"I have all of next week off and then I need to be on campus a few days a   week to help prepare for the semester starting in late August."

"Prepare how?" Damon's voice was soft and conversational, not at all the   tone he'd used with her in the office or when pressed against her on   the patio. She glanced down at her plate, her cheeks warming at how much   she wanted another encounter, something longer and leading to more.

"I'll be a teaching assistant for one of the accounting professors." She   glanced up, the slight lift of his wicked mouth telling her quickly   that he too was lost in thoughts of depravity.

"Be careful," Matt mumbled, setting his glass down and looking over at Bethany as she sat beside him.

"Be careful?"

"Yeah, I hear those old teacher dudes love to convince their pretty TA's   to sleep with them. Power corrupts, right?" Matt smiled and reached  for  another dinner roll.

"Matthew!" Kent shook his head as Bethany's mother reached over and patted Kent on the arm.