Billionaire Alpha 1(16)

"It's true. I've heard a lot of those stories too, but Bethany isn't   that kind of girl. She'd probably headbutt anyone who got too close that   she didn't invite, right baby?"

Bethany looked up and laughed, turning her gaze on Damon as her smile   faded. "Yes, that's right. Uninvited attention isn't what I want at all.   I want to finish my degree and get on with my life."

"I'm with Matt. You're far too pretty and intelligent for the old coot   not to try." Damon shrugged, seemingly ignoring the conversation that   moved silently between them. She wanted him in her bed, but her life was   off limits. Not that he would be interested either way, but it would  be  smart to lay the ground rules for anything that might happen between   them from the on-start.

"Yes, well that's enough about me. I'll talk with you guys about my   schedule next week if that's okay." Bethany sat back, laying her napkin   on the table. "I think I'm going for a swim and then bed. I have a  slave  driver of a boss and tomorrow is going to be busy from morning to   night."         

     



 

"Why into the night? Did you get too much put on your desk?" Damon's   eyebrow lifted, his head tilting slightly as Matt got up and stretched,   heading into the kitchen. Kent and Bethany's mother started their own   conversation, the tension in Bethany's stomach moving into her chest.

"No, I just have that intern happy hour tomorrow night too. What time do   you want me in the morning?" She stood up and picked up her plate, her   eyes catching Damon's as he dragged his gaze slowly down her, pausing   just below her waist. She moved back from the table and shook her head.   "What time?"

"I'd say I want you all morning long, but I have too much on my calendar   to truly enjoy you the way you deserve." He spoke plainly, no one   seeming to notice. Bethany looked down the table, her mother lost in   conversation with her newest obsession.

"Wow. That was bold." Bethany pushed the chair in and walked toward the kitchen.

"That's my style, Beth." Damon's voice followed her as she dropped her   stuff in the sink. Surely he would call for her in the morning when he   wanted to talk about the audit committee stuff. The nerd in her was more   than excited to sit in on such a special project, but the woman that   needed affection within her was far more interested in how many ways   they could take each other over the course of a four-hour love session.

She walked to her room, avoiding the dining room and Damon altogether.   He was nothing but trouble and her curiosity was going to land her bent   over the desk not of a professor, but of a cocky accountant.



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The water was warm, the night sky filled with the brilliance of a   million stars. Bethany sunk down into it, her bathing suit a small   bikini, her full piece being lost to her last skinny dipping adventure   in college. The sound of a car starting brought a mixture of peace and   disappointment. Damon must have left, which was a good thing, and yet...

She slipped under the water, her long hair billowing out around her. She   twisted, looking up through the blurry liquid to see someone hovering   just over the edge of the pool. She pushed against the bottom, moving  up  and lifting her chin to the sky to force her hair from her face.  Wiping  her eyes, she opened them in time to see Damon slipping into the  water,  his bathing suit black and tight.

Oh fuck...

"I thought you left," she whispered, her voice much too sensual for her   liking. His smooth chest was lined with muscle, his abs holding all   eight curves for perfection. She moved a step back as he sunk into the   water, a smile on his lips.

"No, Matthew left. He said to tell you that he would see you Friday."   Damon stretched out his strong arms and pushed the water away from him,   his body moving back from her. She stood and looked up at the sky, her   torso above the water's edge.

"It's beautiful out here."

"I couldn't agree more." The thickness of his voice gave his needs away.   Bethany turned and watched him, his gaze locked on hers as if they   waited to see who might make the first move. They played a dangerous   game, Kent and her mother just inside. Bethany steeled herself,   realizing what a mistake it would be to do or be anything with this man.   He was sex incarnate, dominance and power, everything she could  imagine  in the wettest of her fantasies. She was a simple girl and knew  she  would be in way over her head much too quickly if not careful.

"What are you thinking about so intently?"

"I was just working through my schedule in my head. The wedding is in a   few weeks too, so I have a lot to balance." She shrugged and sunk back   down in the water as he moved closer. She pressed her feet to the  bottom  of the pool, forcing herself to stay still and not run from him.  He was  a predator and though she would love to protect herself fully,  they had  a long life together ahead of them in some capacity. He  wouldn't be  dominating her for any of it... at least not if she could  help it.

"Your schedule? That's what you're thinking about?"

She laughed and reached out, pressing her hand to his chest to stop him.   "Don't come any closer, and yes, my schedule. What are you thinking   about?"

He smiled and pulled her hand along his side, Bethany moving through the   water to press against him from his efforts. He smirked as she gasped,   his hands sliding around her waist and locking her to him.         

     



 

"I'm wondering how to get you out of your bathing suit. I'm imagining   the taste of you on my tongue and the sound of your desperate panting."

Bethany took a shallow breath, resting her hands on his thick shoulders,   the water making each movement intensify as their skin slid against   each other's.

"You have no modesty." She laughed and tried to move back. He pulled her   closer, one hand moving up her back and into her hair. She groaned   softly, hating herself for allowing the noise to leave her.

"Tell me to stop and I will, but you have to mean it." He leaned in,   pulling her hair back and running his nose along the column of her neck.

"Stop," she whispered, pulling him closer as her body lit on fire.

"Not good enough, Beth." He pressed his teeth against the side of her   neck and tugged softly, his other hand sliding down to cup her rear, his   fingers playing along the edge of her suit. She groaned again, her  mind  splintering on what to do.

"Stop, Damon." She pulled back a little, tugging against him as he   smiled. He released her hair and slid his hand along the side of her   face, his finger gripping hard at the base of her head as he pulled her   down toward him. He paused before kissing her, his eyes filled to the   rim with lust.

"I don't think you want me to stop, do you?"

She whimpered, her resolve draining as she tightened her arms around his   neck and moved to wrap her legs around his waist in the water. The   painful throb of need drove into her, another sound of desire leaving   her lips as she closed her eyes and rocked her hips against the fullness   of his arousal. He was magnificent, huge and cocky, strong and so   incredibly beautiful.

"Yes. Stop, please."

He pulled her in as she opened her eyes, his other hand sliding down to   cup her breast and knead it as their lips touched. He murmured his   pleasure against her mouth, pressing her closer with the pull of his   hand on her ass. His tongue rolled over hers, his lips so soft and warm.   He rocked himself against her, subtle groans sending her into a   dizziness she had never experienced. He broke the kiss and licked at her   mouth, sucking the edge of her chin before burying his face against  her  neck.

She moaned loudly as he moved both hands to grip her ass tightly, using   his hold to roll her softness against the hardness he offered her. He   licked up her throat, his mouth pressing a sensual kiss to her ear. She   panted softly, her hands lost in his hair as a frantic feeling to strip   him and consume him washed over her. She moaned against him as he  spoke  softly against her ear.

"I don't like blonds at all. I like brunettes with green eyes and large   breasts. With intelligence and wit, with strength and cunningness. I   like women who know what they want and take it. The ones that won't hit   their knees for you until they've forced you to hit yours first. What   kind of girl are you, Beth?"

She rolled her body against him once more, moving back and letting her   gaze lock onto his, something inside of her bursting open with desire   for the bastard who taunted her so wickedly. She smiled, her eyes   narrowing sensually as she let her legs drop from him, her hand sliding   down his strong chest and abs as she slipped her hand into his shorts.   She wrapped her fingers around him, not showing the shock at how large   he was, but keeping her facade perfectly in place.