Billionaire Undaunted:The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Zane(17)

 

Now, she was at the other end of the enormous house, kicking back in the  family room, eating nachos and focused on one of her favorite crime  shows. Lucky for her, Zane had on-demand television, so whenever she had  a chance, she caught up on her forensic true crime stories.

"It's not the husband," she said to the television irritably as she  watched the police go down the wrong trail to find a woman's murderer.  "There's no motive, no life insurance, and his grief wasn't fake," Ellie  concluded, shoving more nachos into her mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?" A loud baritone boomed over the sound of the television.

Ellie squealed, almost upsetting the bowl of nachos on her lap as she  turned to look at Zane. "Oh, God. I'm so sorry. I didn't think you'd be  able to hear the TV."

Frantically, she glanced around for the controller so she could turn the  show off. She couldn't find it. Setting the bowl down on the table in  front of the couch, Ellie started feeling down the cracks in the couch.

"Ellie … stop," Zane grumbled, grabbing her by the shoulders. "You didn't  wake me, and the TV didn't bother me. I woke up on my own and went to  the kitchen for something to drink. I just wondered what the hell you  were doing up. You went to bed early."

She breathed a sigh of relief as she looked up at him, her heart  skipping a beat as she met his confused gaze. "I had a bad dream. I  couldn't go back to sleep. It happens sometimes, and I know I'm not  going to get back to sleep quickly, so I just get up and watch some TV."

He nodded as if he understood and then plopped down on the couch,  snatched her nachos, and pulled her back down beside him. "What are we  watching?"

Ellie loved the way that Zane just accepted whatever she was doing as normal and joined her in her insanity.

"True forensic cases," she answered breathlessly, her eyes unable to stay away from his muscular bare chest.

Zane might amuse her at times, but mostly, he made her entire body ache  to get closer to him. He looked perfectly comfortable dressed in only a  pair of flannel pajama bottoms. Ellie was fairly certain no guy looked  as edible as Zane right now. His hair was artfully mussed, like he just  crawled out of bed, which he had. But no man should look that good with  bedhead. She thought it was completely unfair.

Ellie combed her fingers through her hair, knowing she had errant locks  sticking out all over the place. Between that and a highly unsexy pair  of Tinker Bell pajamas she had tugged on at bedtime, she was pretty sure  she looked downright scary.

Strangely, Zane didn't seem to notice or care if she was a mess.

She snuck a sideways look at him, but he was focusing on the show now,  one of his brows rising in the adorable way that happened when he was  concentrating.

"You're right," Zane said as he shoved more food in his mouth, and then  reached for her soda on the table and took a slug. "It's not the  husband."

Ellie relaxed and leaned her back against the couch. "I know I'm right."  She reached out and grabbed her soda. "He didn't have any reason to  kill her."

Zane shook his head. "It's not just that. The forensic evidence doesn't  implicate him. They need to move on and look for the real killer."

Ellie reached for a chip as she answered, "They will. But they always  seem to need to clear the husband or boyfriend first on this show."

"You mean there are more of these types of programs?" he asked curiously.

Ellie laughed. "Tons of them, and I've watched them all. I'm an addict. I've slowly been catching up on the episodes I missed."

Getting comfortable, Zane sat through two more episodes, the two of them  bantering back and forth about who committed the featured crime. Ellie  was right both times, but he agreed with her in both episodes.

As the second show ended, Ellie stood up and took the empty bowl and  soda can to the kitchen. After flipping off the television, Zane  followed.

"Are you going to be okay now?" he asked quietly as he leaned a hip against the kitchen counter.

"I'll be fine. It's not the first time I've had a forensic marathon when I couldn't sleep," she confessed, smiling at him.

"Why didn't you wake me? I would have sat with you before tonight. You don't need to be alone."

Ellie shook her head. "I didn't want to disturb you. It's my strange little issue. I eventually go back to bed."

Truthfully, there had been nothing she wanted more than Zane's company  on those sleepless nights, but it was safer for her to just sit it out  alone. He was her boss now, and she needed her job. Somehow, she needed  to get over her desire to climb up his ripped body like a mountaineer  and ride him hard on the way back down.         

     



 

"Next time … wake me up," he demanded, slowly backing her against the kitchen counter.

His body surged into hers, and Ellie could barely crane her head back enough to look at him. "Why?" she asked simply.

"Because I'll try to make you forget all your bad dreams."

"How?"

Zane's eyes flashed like molten silver, making Ellie's heart start to gallop.

Kiss me. Please kiss me.

She'd yearned to have him devour her like he had the day he'd brought  her home. Only now, she never wanted him to stop. She'd become so  connected to him in every way but the physical, and she yearned for  that, too.

He leaned down, so close that she could feel his warm breath on the side  of her face, his breathing so fast and harsh she could actually hear  him.

"Fuck! I can't do this!" Zane growled as he smashed his fist against the  counter beside her. "You need a friend right now. The last thing you  need is a man who wants to fuck you so damn much that his balls are  blue."

Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck as he went to pull back from her, stunned by Zane's confession. "You want … me?"

He nodded slowly. "I don't want to want you, but damned if I don't. I  shouldn't want you because you're my friend, now my employee, and you're  healing from an emotional trauma most people can't even understand. I  can keep bullshitting myself forever, but I can't change what is and  probably always will be. I can't rationalize it or make it make sense.  But I want to bury my cock inside you and lose myself in that pleasure  more than I want to take another breath." He speared a hand into her  hair and fisted some of the locks. "I want to hear your moans of  pleasure; hear you scream my name when you come. I want to be the next  man to fuck you until you don't even know your own name."

His voice was dangerously graveled and rough, as though every word he  spoke was being dragged from some deep cavern inside him. Ellie shivered  as he pushed his hard body against hers, the feel of his engorged cock  brushing against her pelvis. "You'd be the only man," she whispered  softly, right before Zane swooped down and captured her mouth with his.

He plundered her mouth like she was his sustenance and he was starving.  Ellie felt her core clench as their tongues tangled together, both of  them desperately trying to get closer. As she tangled her hands in his  hair, she struggled for breath as Zane nibbled on her bottom lips before  soothing it with his mouth again.

"I want you, too," Ellie confessed as she buried her face in his neck,  nearly sobbing as she inhaled Zane's masculine scent. "So much it  hurts."

His hands strayed down her body, one landing on her ass as the other  slid down the front of her ragged pajamas and under her panties. "Jesus,  you're so wet for me, Ellie, and so damn hot. Do you have any idea how  hard it is not to fuck you?"

She felt like she was incinerating, her entire body jerking as Zane  searched and found the sensitive bundle of nerves, his thumb sliding  easily around and over it because the area was so slick with moisture.

"Zane!" she cried out, her body humming with pleasure.

"Come for me, Ell. I can't fuck you because you're a virgin, but I need  to see you come," he rasped right beside her ear before flicking his  tongue over the sensitive skin of her neck.

Gasping as his fingers invaded her pussy, making her feel things she'd  never felt before, Ellie tightened her hold on his hair and yanked until  he finally yielded and kissed her, his mouth ravenous as he continued  to torment her with his fingers and his wicked tongue.

The urge to crawl inside him grew stronger, and all Ellie could do was  helplessly whimper against Zane's lips while she lost every thought in  her head except him and what he was doing to her body.

Without thinking, she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist,  almost begging for him to replace his fingers with his cock.

"I need more," Ellie begged.

"I don't think so, baby. I think you just need to come," Zane demanded,  his fingers still working her clit as she pushed her hips hard against  his palm.

Ellie moaned as the knot in her belly began to unfurl, the sensation  going straight to her core. Holding onto Zane for dear life, she let her  body take control, unable to do anything but allow him to push her over  the edge.