The Billionaire’s Hotline(15)
Hannah’s hands on his back and shoulders, gripping his arms and whispering what she wanted, how she wanted him to touch her next. His vision went dark at the edges from the scent of her, apples and sweat and a briny sweetness that was just her. Jasper stripped off the rest of his clothes, paused, and crossed the room to the bag he had dropped.
“You’re stopping?” Her voice held a poisonous threat and he shook his head. After insisting their first time be memorable, he wanted to take her on that rosy orange shawl, the one he had bought in Dubai the day he knew he was in love with her. Returning to her on the bed, he wreathed her bare chest in gold necklaces, wrapped her in the silky fabric, and took her face in his hands.
“I bought this in Dubai, that week you got me in trouble with the VP. It’s yours. So am I.” He dipped his head and kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears as he kissed her cheekbones, her eyes.
“You are mine. I know your voice and that was as sincere as your intonation gets. So here’s my promise—I’m about to make you forget a gymnast,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and grinning at him.
Jasper parted the shawl and touched her. His fingers traced her collarbone deftly, slipping the shawl off one shoulder and stroking the freckles that dotted her pale skin. She reached for his hand, laid it on her breast, and he heard the catch in her breathing as he stroked and pinched her nipple. She grazed his back lightly with her nails, kissing him with all the passion she’d thought she lost when he left her.
Hannah caught his hand and laced her fingers through Jasper’s, pulling him down beside her so they were face to face on their sides. Throwing her upper leg over his hips possessively, she drew his hips against her pelvis, pulling him deep within her as he gripped her face and kissed her like a man gone mad. Desperately, he thrust into her, his tongue keeping time with their rhythm as her hands pushed through his hair.
“I love you, mockingbird,” he whispered against her mouth. He felt her clench and arch against him, swallowing her scream.
“You were always good enough, but I’m going to have to quit calling you Virgo…I think you’re about to become a lot less repressed.” She gasped with a soft laugh as she rolled him onto his back and rode him, her palms braced on his chest, feeling the hammer of his heart until it was over.
Jasper pulled the shawl over her as she lay with her head on his shoulder.
“Miss Hollingford’s going to need a new job,” she remarked.
“She’s too dangerous to let go, trust me. I’ll set her to work finding us a place with room for a recording studio. I’m not sleeping in your living room, and there’s not room for a sound board beside my cello. We’ll need a new apartment. Something bigger.”
“It’s going to cost a fortune in foam for the walls alone,” she said. “I just got my equipment paid off. Who’s going to buy an apartment with a soundproofed room instead of a bedroom, Jasper? I’m going to be stuck with this mortgage forever.”
“I hear BDSM is making a comeback. Maybe someone will be thrilled to have a soundproofed room,” he teased. “Besides, I’m a persnickety rich boy. I can buy you wall foam for a housewarming present.” He toyed with one of the necklaces nestled between her breasts.
“I can buy my own soundproofing. I have some PowerPoints lined up. You can pay off my control console if you want to give me a present. You still have to see my studio and let me record you. You can talk about anything you like. I just want to learn the diction and intonation in case I’m ever called upon to voice a complete control freak.” She laughed, kissing him.
“Cheeky girl,” he said fondly.
* * *
From the desk of Annelise Hollingford
Dear Mr. Cates,
I have been in your employ four months. During that time I implemented the phone project as you specified, exceeding expectations by finding you not only a long-term relationship (as you claimed to seek as the end goal) but, in point of fact, a fiancée. Through the acquisition of sensitive information, sometimes in direct violation of current privacy law, and the provision of last minute symphony tickets, I snatched a romantic victory for you from the jaws of your admittedly questionable methods. The phone project has since been terminated and, as I begin my duties scheduling and coordinating the details of your engagement party, bridal registry, and all the attendant appointments thus entailed, it is my belief that my work merits a raise in pay and benefits.
In addition to an increase in my hourly wage, I herein request an additional week of vacation and a company vehicle, as I will be required to make frequent trips to stationers and florists as part of my role as social secretary during this planning season.
While I was finding you the perfect wife and orchestrating her acceptance of you (and keeping you stocked with hand sanitizer), my fiancé turned out to be a cheating no-good rat. As a result of this circumstance, I find myself in need of ready cash for a security deposit on my new, single-girl apartment. Consequently, a cash bonus would also be welcome.
Best wishes in your new life together,
Annelise Hollingford
Social Secretary to Jasper Cates
Cates Corporation
END OF BOOK 1
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Julia Thompson sat at the bar and watched the crowded dance floor, once again trying to find her best friend, Tonya, amidst the masses of writhing bodies. She pushed her glasses up on her nose, and her brown hair off her forehead, fanning herself to move the air around.
It was Friday night and they were supposed to be celebrating Julia having won the coveted exchange position in her company. Every year, three employees from the American-based mining company traded placed with three employees from the Russian-based mining company. Prior to this year, all of the exchange positions had been filled with men, but Julia had proven that she could hold her own in the financial world. Much to her counter-part’s dismay, she had been given the chance to fill the position for the upcoming year. She would be leaving for Russia within the next few weeks and needed a break before the madness of preparing to leave the US for a year began.
She had been ecstatic and she and Tonya had gone out to celebrate. The hottest nightclub in the city was DYSH and they had waited for thirty minutes to gain access to the inside. The crowd was to be expected so early on a Friday evening, and Julia hoped that as the night progressed, the people would begin to thin out.
She loved to dance, but being pressed up against five other people while she did so was not her idea of a good time.
While she waited for Tonya to return, she glanced around the large room once more, focusing once again on the group of good-looking men sitting at the corner table. They were all tall, with dark hair, and great physiques. The two younger men kept going out on the dance floor, but the third man simply watched.
Feeling someone staring at him, Dmitry raised his head and once again caught the young woman sitting at the bar looking directly at him. He raised an eyebrow at her and then smiled when she held his gaze and didn’t look away.
Julia wasn’t sure why she kept staring at him. He gave off an aura of power and danger, but she was feeling on top of the world at the moment, and the alcohol buzzing through her system helped her project a confidence she normally didn’t have.
Dmitry motioned with his head for her to come to him, pleased when she slipped from the stool and sauntered over to him, a small smile upon her face. “Hi,” she said when she was standing next to his table.
“Hello. Would you care to join me?”
Julia nodded and slid into the booth, “How come you’re not joining your friends on the dance floor?” She tossed her head towards the throng of people and then looked back at him.
“Too many people. What about you?”
“Same. I love to dance, but getting trampled on isn’t my idea of fun.” Julia let her eyes roam over his face, loving what she saw. His gray eyes were striking and very intense. This man seemed like someone who had trouble relaxing. His accent was unusual, and she wondered where he was from, “You’re not from around here.”
It wasn’t said as a question, but a statement of fact and Dmitry nodded, “No, I’m not. My brother and cousin are here with me on business.”
Julia looked around the crowded bar, “You conduct business in a nightclub?”
Dmitry looked at her, smiling at her jest, “No, we concluded our business earlier today. My brother and cousin wanted a chance to unwind before we returned home. Hence, the reason I am sitting here.”
“Oh. You don’t sound like you’re having fun.”