His Needs:Billionaire(5)

He groaned and tugged at her hair, pulling her closer to his body, forcing more of his cock into her mouth.

"Breathe through your nose and work to take all of me. Don't assume you  can't. Make it work, Beth. Push." He brushed his fingers down the side  of her face and pumped his hips slowly as he watched her with an  intensity she'd never seen on him before. On anyone before.

She forced herself to follow his instructions though some part of her  wanted to rebel. There was too much promise in walking the thin line  with him in the bedroom to disobey. Anywhere else, and she would have  given him a run for his money on dominance, but on her knees in front of  him? He was in charge, and the thought left her breathless for more.

He worked himself in and out of her mouth over the next few minutes  until his breathing turned to panting, his smooth thrusts turned to fast  pumps of his hips.

"I'm gonna come. You want it, baby, or you want me to finish it?"

She reached up and gripped him tightly, pumping his thick flesh as he groaned loudly. "I always want it."

"Right." He locked his gaze onto hers and pressed back into her mouth,  losing himself as she watched closely. Never in a million years had she  seen someone more sensual, more beautiful and comfortable to simply be  exactly what he was. Alpha.

He moved back and dropped down on the couch behind him as he let out a shaky breath.

"So hot," she murmured and moved in between his legs, rubbing at his  thighs before sliding her fingers over his tight abs and up his chest.  He groaned again and closed his eyes as his head dropped back onto the  couch.

"Get up here and fuck me." He took a shaky breath before reaching for  her. "Take your shorts and panties off and turn your back to me. I wanna  hold your ass while you work me."

There were no words to offer as she got up and slipped her shorts and  panties over her legs. He gripped her hard as she turned and moved to  sit in his lap.

"God, you smell good. Did you come with me?" He lowered her.         

     



 

She moaned loudly as he forced her open, taking up every inch of space inside of her and forcing her to accommodate his size.

Bethany pressed her hands to his thighs and pushed back farther as they  groaned in tandem. Chill bumps raced across her exposed skin as he  brushed his hands up her back and gripped her shoulders, finishing the  deal with a strong thrust from beneath her.

"No, not yet. Almost." She pressed her hands into his thighs and lifted up to work him.

"Not like that baby. That's for me. This time is for you." He pulled her  back and forced her to lay flush with her back to his chest as he  rolled his hips, massaging her body.

She groaned and repositioned her hips, pressing her ass tightly against  his stomach as she tried to find enough air to breathe. The man had a  way of forcing it from the room without even trying.

His strong arm tightened just below her breasts, one hand kneading her  as the other slipped into the messy curls between her thighs and tapped  against her clit.

"Take your time with me." He licked at the side of her neck as she  panted roughly. She couldn't seem to speak, nor did she want to try. The  level of pleasure washing over her in waves was suffocating. "Just lock  yourself into the best position for my thick head to bounce against the  place you need it and let me work you long into the night."

She groaned as a shiver ran down her spine, but nodded. "All night, okay?"

"Yeah, baby. All night." He lifted his hips as she cried out again,  pleasure ruling her in a way that left her lost to him. The man had too  much power out of the bedroom, but once in it... she was held captive,  and willingly so.



*



She woke the next morning to find him gone already. A note sat by the  coffee pot with one of the pink roses from the front yard clipped and  sitting in a vase beside it. The smile that touched her face faded  quickly as she read it.



Beth,



I'm in the office already, I'm sure. Make sure you set the alarm, and  leave your ring at home when you're in the office. I don't want to  overshadow my father's wedding celebration by talking about ours. We  still need to figure out how to ease everyone into the idea of us being  together. Let's be smart about it. I know you understand that.



D



"What?" She read the note again and rolled her eyes. Typical. Immaturity  raged inside of her as she got dressed in the only clean outfit left in  her make-shift closet at Kent's. A pair of black slacks and a  peach-colored top. She worked her hair into a bun, wanting to be defiant  just because she could and grabbed her keys. A long day promised to  keep her thoughts about Damon's request at a minimum, but by the time  she reached the office, she'd talked herself into a million underlying  messages from the letter.

He wasn't happy with his decision to ask her to marry him and was  backtracking, which seemed insane, and yet it was the only conclusion  she could come to. Why hide their engagement? No one seemed to give two  shits about the situation when she'd brought it up before Jamaica,  including Damon, but now he did?

"Overshadow Kent's wedding. Stupid," she mumbled under her breath as she  walked toward the elevators in the large downtown building that  McKenzie and Bryant owned several floors in.

"Hey you!" Ben walked out of the cafeteria holding a muffin and cup of black coffee. "Did you get a chance to eat?"

"Not yet." She tucked away her internal struggles. "Aren't we supposed  to meet this morning? I thought I saw something in my e-mail from you."

"Yeah, in thirty minutes. Let's just do it now, and we can chat while we eat?" He gave her a friendly smile.

"Sounds perfect. Let me set my stuff down and I'll get something real  quick." She dropped her briefcase and purse by the table where Ben sat  down and started to unwrap his muffin. "You need anything else?"

"A long-ass vacation, a hot woman to love me and a napkin?"

"I can help with one of those, and it's the saddest of the options."

"But the most helpful for the here and now!" he chuckled as she walked off.

Her ring was tucked into the inside zipper of her purse, which was the  cause of concern. If someone took her purse, or she lost it, then what?  The damn ring had to have cost fifteen to twenty thousand dollars. She  was taking chances on something that cost more than she'd paid for her  car and school the last semester.

Stupid. And for what reason?

Was Damon ashamed of their relationship? Their situation? Was she?

A little, if she were being truly honest with herself. She grabbed a  yogurt and an orange juice seeing that all of the chocolate donuts were  gone. She made her way back to Ben and worked to let the angst inside of  her go. The night before in Damon's arms was exactly what she needed to  keep at the forefront of her thoughts, otherwise she would dig herself  into an impossibly deep hole of what ifs.         

     



 

"Your napkin, Sir." She dropped a few on the center of the table and sat down.

"Thanks. How was the wedding? The beach? Let me live vicariously through you." He grabbed a napkin and wiped at his mouth.

"It was great. The wedding was beautiful, and we all got a quick  vacation, which was much needed. Damon relaxed for the first time since I  met him a few weeks back. It was fun." She shrugged and worked to open  her yogurt. "Anything happen around here?"

"Not really. Sadie has been much more amicable, so we might want to make  sure the apocalypse isn't headed this way. I swear the girl has gone  from being a two-headed dragon to a firefly."

Bethany lifted her eyebrow. "Too much Lord of the Rings for you?"

He chuckled. "I guess so. We had an all weekend marathon of it."

"Who's we?" She leaned in as her expression softened. Ben was a great  guy and deserved a girl in his life that would treat him right.

"Me and my little brother. He's about your age. We flew him in from  Seattle." He shrugged. "I wanted to show him around town, but you know  how it is. You do what's most comfortable to you. Popcorn and movies are  our thing."

"Fun. So tell me about this new job you're pulling me on."

"It's Zarpeth. I think you helped Kent and Damon with some of the inventory audit shit a week or so ago, right?"

"I went up there, but didn't help much. It was tense to say the least."  She took a quick bite of her yogurt and decided against it as her  stomach tightened.

Should have gone for the omelet.

"It's a mess. We're taking up a new team this Friday to start working on  it. Damon said that you had classes starting tomorrow and you're TA'ing  for a cost accounting professor, but I figure we'll still have you join  us on the weekends if nothing else." He shrugged.

"No rest for the weary, hm?" She opened her orange juice and glanced  around, missing Philip all of a sudden. "Hey, do you think Damon would  give Philip his job back if he earnestly asked for it?"