Billionaire Romance: MAXIMILIAN (An Alpha Bad Boy Contemporary Mystery Romance) (Mysterious Billionaires Book 3, Anthologies & Collections) (36 page)

“It’s you, by the way, in case you were wondering.” He smiled. She screamed in joy and pushed him on his back. Laughing, she threw a leg over and straddled him. She started pulling his shirt out of his pants.

“God, I’m so relieved! I’ve not been able to stop thinking of you either!” Troy helped her by pulling his shirt off and throwing it off the bed.

“I have a question, though,” Merry continued, pulling at his belt and fly. How did you know I was naked under this coat?”

Troy helped her get his pants off. She straddled him again, feeling the heat from his engorged member a mere hair’s breadth from her naked, aching sex. He slowly undid the belt of her coat and, equally slowly, she eased it off her shoulders to finally sit fully exposed before him. She felt him twitch between her legs. He stared at her naked beauty for what seemed like a century, before he replied, “Actually, it was a lucky guess.”

She punched him playfully in his amazingly defined chest. He complained and she giggled, pulling his underwear off. Suddenly, it was her turn to stare. It was not just his perfect, long, hard penis that seemed to be carved from marble, but his whole, gorgeously cut body. She felt unfamiliar sensations again. She could not stop herself from wanting to run her hands all over him. She wanted to suck on his sculptured abs, lick her way across every tattoo that sleeved his muscular arms, have her breasts crushed against his firm chest, and feel that stiff, veined, pulsing member in her warm mouth.

She slid down his body and kneeled on the floor, grasping the base of his shaft with both hands. She gently tickled the head with her tongue, and felt a thrill as that one gentle touch made him gasp and his whole body stiffen. Her stomach trembling, her heart running madly, she enveloped the tip of him with her soft, velvet lips. He cried out again as she sucked lightly at his smooth, round helmet. She could feel him quivering, throbbing at her every touch. She felt possessed. Suddenly, she had to have as much of him in her mouth as she could. The power she felt, holding him at her mercy, excited her more than anything ever had before. She drove her mouth down on him, delighting in the feel of him twitching on her tongue. She pulled back and pushed herself down on him again, simultaneously wishing he would release himself in her mouth, letting her drink down his very essence, and still hoping that he would hold back so she could enjoy him longer. She forced him hard inside her once more, pushing him as far as she could to the back of her throat, and was savouring the way he completely filled her mouth when he gently gripped her shoulders and lifted her off.

“Merry, baby, I can’t take much more of that. It feels amazing,” he breathed as he pulled her back onto his lap. As she settled into place, she could feel the wet tip of him caressing the outer lips of her slit. She gently rubbed herself along the length of him, a sharp moan escaping her mouth as he softly made contact with her clit. She was ready, she literally ached to have him inside her, stretching her, bursting within her. She willed him to push his way in, to bury himself in her sopping wet hole, but instead he held back. He put two hands on her butt and guided her higher. He pushed her further up his body, until she had to kneel over his shoulders. He finally settled her so she had to lean forward to stop her pussy from suffocating him.

Then, slowly and ever so delicately, he began to lick and kiss at her most intimate spots. His careful touches sent shivers through her whole body, as she held her sex tantalisingly just over his willing mouth. He increased his pressure and pace, pulling her slick opening firmly onto his tongue, and began pushing and probing deeper. Little flicks felt like small electric shocks flitting across the nerves deep in the center of her, and as his tongue drove deeper inside her she moaned, longing to be touched deeper still. Involuntarily, she started to grind herself against his lips. His tongue set to pushing and licking at her most sensitive spot, bringing on a tightness in her legs and stomach and a feeling in her loins that was beyond description. She forced herself down on his mouth, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and shrieking as he lapped at her, harder and harder, until she thought she could take no more, but at the same time praying that it would never end. She screamed, arched her back and clutched her breasts, desperate for release until finally what felt like a great weight over her suddenly changed into the sweetest, warmest liquid and cascaded down, right through her body, washing away every last frustration and negative feeling, leaving her reborn, collapsed forward over him and panting, and at the same time totally satisfied and desperate to feel it just one more time.

“Oh, my god,” she sighed. “That was amazing. Please, feel free to do that to me whenever you feel like it.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he replied. She could hear him smiling even though she could not see his face. He shuffled out from under her. As yet, her legs felt too shaky to be moved.

Then she felt him kneeling behind her.
Oh God,
she thought,
what is it with guys?
Then her inner voice took over.
Come on, Merry! Stop it. You had one bad experience. Stop letting it rule your life. You could love this guy, and he seems keen to make you feel good. Stop being a prude!

She felt him bend forward, kiss her butt, and slide his fingers over that moist place where he had enjoyed her so much, just moments ago, and it felt good. She wanted him. She wanted that hard, smooth, alabaster shaft inside her, deep as it could go, shooting its hot load right into the depths of her. She leaned her head forward, raised her butt, and gave a subtle, almost imperceptible wiggle to invite him in.

He needed no more encouragement. He lined up perfectly, the hot tip of him rubbing deliciously at her willing opening before, without warning, he drove himself inside her right up to the hilt. A full-throated cry escaped her lips, somewhere between pleasure and pain.
My God that was hard! It felt like he would split me in two! Please, please do it again.
As if reading her mind, he slid out until he was barely touching her, then urgently plunged back in again. She cried out once more, but this was definitely pleasure. He pulled out and thrust in a third time, pushing with all his might, as if trying to break right through her. Merry screamed in ecstasy. Nothing had ever touched so deep inside her. She pushed back on him, edging him still further in. He grabbed her around the waist and forced her to stay impaled on him, grinding his pubis against her butt cheeks, pushing as hard as he could, filling her so full for what seemed like an eternity. Merry, her mouth open, panting, had nothing to compare this feeling to. She simply could not believe there was an experience like this on earth. She willed him on, hoping that it would never end.

“Oh, baby,” she found herself saying, “that feels so good. Fuck me now, fuck me harder!” Her voice did not sound like her own, but it did the trick. Troy began slowly but rhythmically pounding her hard, filling her with even more unexpected sensations. His pace increased with the pitch of her moans. She drove herself back onto him, each of their thrusts sending a shock of pleasure closer and closer to Merry’s very core. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper he hammered at her. His hands groped her butt and breasts, his balls slapped against her clit, and every time he forced his way inside she got closer and closer to that release. She felt like she was going to explode. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Harder! Harder!” she demanded, unsure quite where the words were coming from, until the building tidal wave of pleasure reached its zenith and crashed over her once more. Her legs shook, her body was in spasm, rocked to its very core as he pounded hard into her. Wave upon wave crashed over her, until she became little more than a writhing, thrusting, orgasmic thing, incapable of speech or rational thought.

Finally, as her frenzy began to subside, she felt him tense, groan, and shove himself further than ever inside her, his bursting erection pulsing jet after explosive jet of hot semen into her womb, sending her further still into that bright world of sheer happiness. It felt as though he would never stop firing his seed into her until, finally, the volley died away and they both fell onto their sides, too weak to move, his member gently shrinking inside her.

“Jesus,” said Troy, after he finally relearned how to speak. “I really have no words right now.”

“Mmm-mmm,” was all Merry could muster. Him spooning her, her butt pressed into his crotch, had to be one of the most heavenly feelings ever. “That was amazing too. Promise me you’ll do that to me as well, whenever you feel the urge. I don’t care if we’re in bed, a restaurant, a bus…” Troy laughed whole-heartedly and promised he would.

A few more minutes passed in silence, then something occurred to Merry, “Is this issue with Michael and Shannon and me going to help you win the championship? Or make it harder?”

“What a random question,” began Troy, but then he thought more about it. “I started dating Shannon mid-season when I was clear ahead in the points race. Since then I keep breaking down or losing to Michael, so now he’s caught up. I’ve come to the conclusion she’s bad luck. So this should help.” Merry felt him smile behind her again. She turned round to face him.

“So, you think she’ll be bad luck for Michael now?” she asked him coyly, gently wrapping her hand around his softened penis.

“I hope so,” he breathed, his cock heating up and starting to grow bigger in her grasp. “It certainly seems like I’m going to be getting all the luck from now on.”

THE END

              Caleb looked out over the New York skyline from his third floor office building, and smiled.  It was a cool and colorful autumn day, and he had just closed another deal with a long-time client from overseas.  His business had grown exponentially over the last three years, and he was satisfied that he had more time than ever to simply enjoy his life and all of its successes.  He was a corporate executive and he knew how to delegate responsibility.  It was exciting to lead a life of luxury, and he looked forward to yet another exciting weekend.

              “See you all on Monday.”  Caleb waved as he descended the spiral stairs.  He knew that he could count on Dominic to make sure that the rest of the paperwork was completed for the day, and he knew that all of his employees would see that their task were completed, as well.  He zipped up his blue windbreaker and then headed outside.  A cool wind blew through the air and he took a deep breath, relieved that the oppressive heat of summer had finally dissipated.

              He unlocked the door to his Mercedes and climbed behind the wheel.  It had been almost a year since he had broken up with his girlfriend, Melissa, and he hadn’t dated much since then.  As he drove down the winding Hudson Valley road to his mansion, he wondered if he would ever find love again.  Before he could ponder any further, his friend Vince called him on his cell phone.  “Hey, man.  How are the numbers looking?”  Vince chuckled as he walked into his living room to pour himself a drink.

              “It’s looking good, man.  Things are on the upswing, and I couldn’t be happier.  How about you?  How is that architecture firm treating you?”  Caleb flicked on the radio and looked in his rearview mirror.  Traffic was slowly building up behind him.

              “You know.  It’s pretty much another day in paradise.  I got a new secretary and she’s hot as hell.  But hey, I won’t keep you if you’re driving.  I just wanted to know if you were interested in dinner at Salvio’s tonight.  I’ve got the new secretary coming, and a few of her model friends.  Might be worth checking out.”  Vince smiled to himself and sipped on his Jack and Coke.  

              “What time are you going?  I should be in the valley in about a half hour.  I need to let Romeo out for a little bit and get cleaned up, but I could make it over there later.”  Caleb ran his hands through his thick, dark hair. 

              “We’ll probably get there around eight.  Take your time.  We’ll be there for awhile.”  Victor grinned and then looked out his window.  His home overlooked the Hudson Valley, and he watched as a delicate sunset landed over the horizon.  He had a true appreciation for the natural beauty of this particular section of New York.

              “Sounds good.  I’ll see you all there.”  Caleb hung up and then rounded the corner.  He sat at the intersection and looked out the window.  Rolling hills and swaths of forest dotted the landscape.  He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he had a strange feeling that he just might meet someone at Salvio’s that was finally worth his time.  His relationship with Melissa had ended abruptly when he discovered that she was stealing money from one of his off-shore accounts.  Since then, he had been wary of most women, and especially the gorgeous ones.

              “Let’s go, Romeo!”  Caleb whistled and his large Rottweiler bounded down a flight of cherry wood steps, his tail wagging and his tongue swinging to and fro.  Caleb clipped on a leash and then headed out the front door.  Even though he had several acres of land, he still enjoyed walking Romeo along the street.  He could interact with his neighbors and take a breather from the hectic pace that his life sometimes manifested.  He also liked to keep an eye out for any women that might be out on their bikes, or walking their own dogs in the neighborhood.  He figured that one could never tell when he might get lucky, so he might as well keep a vigilant eye.

              When he got back to his home, he fed Romeo and then got in the shower.  He pulled on one of his favorite cable-knit sweaters and then slid on a pair of jeans and a pair of leather boots.  He liked to dress casual, but he had a sophisticated air, and his dark features were accentuated by lighter clothing.  He combed his thick, wavy hair, and then threw a wad of cash into his billfold.  Then he locked up his door and headed down the porch steps.  The sun had just set, and an amber glow settled over the valley.  He got in his car and then headed to Salvio’s.

              The parking lot was packed when he arrived.  He shut down the engine and then climbed out, eager to step inside and see who Victor had brought with him.  He and Victor had met years ago at a club in Venice.  They were both there on business, and had struck up conversation on the golf course one morning.  It just so happened that they both lived in the same part of New York, and were both self-made billionaires.  Caleb liked Victor’s casual attitude.  He was a hard worker, though, and he knew how to get what he wanted.  Like Caleb, he, too, was single.

              Caleb wandered through the dimly lit lounge and eventually saw Victor sitting at a large, round table.  He was surrounded by three women and one other man.  Caleb’s eyes immediately fell on the woman with the caramel colored skin.  She looked like an Abyssinian princess, with her high cheekbones and her thick, wavy hair.  He was magnetized by her beauty until Victor snapped him out of it.  “So you made it.”  He stood up and patted Caleb on the back, then showed him to an empty seat.  Caleb sat down, directly across from the beautiful woman that had caught his eye.

              “Thanks.  I had just enough time to take the dog out for a quick walk and get cleaned up.”  Caleb spoke to Victor, but looked at the woman as he spoke.  She smiled politely and then looked away. 

              “Well get yourself a drink and then have a look at the menu.  The seafood platter is out of this world.”  Victor smiled and then sat back down in his seat.  Caleb was impressed.  He wondered which one of the women was Victor’s new secretary, and then guessed that it was the buxom blond seated to his right.  Victor had a thing for blondes, and most of the women who worked in his office fit the model-esque description.  “Caleb, this is my new secretary, Monica.”  Victor smiled at the woman to his right, and Caleb nodded his head in acknowledgement. 

              “Nice meeting you, Monica.  Are these your friends?”  Caleb looked at the black woman once again, and she gave him a wry smile.  Caleb figured she was probably used to receiving attention from ogling men, so he played along with the flattery. 

              “Yes.  This is Paula.”  Monica smiled at her brunette friend, a gorgeous woman with long dark eyelashes.  “And this is my other dear friend, Angelique.”  Monica leaned forward and smiled.  Angelique gave a dainty wave and then had a sip of her wine.  Caleb said her name under his breath and then sighed.  She reminded him of an angel.  That was for sure.

              Caleb eyed her from his seat across the table.  Her skin glowed with purity and refinement.  He admired her posture, her elegant movements, and her peaceful demeanor.  When she stood up to use the bathroom, he nearly fell off his chair.  She was tall, probably around five feet eleven, and she had curves on her body that made Caleb swoon.  She wore a camel colored maxi dress with a plunging neck-line, and her hips sashayed as he walked.  He whistled under his breath and shot Victor a quick glance.

              “So, Caleb.  Monica invited Paula and Angelique to dinner in celebration of their second year at Ford Modeling Agency.  Isn’t that nice?”  Victor smiled and then looked at the menu.  “And today was Monica’s second week with Octavius Enterprises.”   Victor sipped his drink and then looked up as the waiter arrived at the table.

              “Congratulations to everyone.  Sounds like that’s reason to celebrate.”  Caleb smiled and then ordered a scotch on the rocks.  The waiter took dinner orders and then started to make his way back to the kitchen.  Angelique arrived back at the table just in time to place her order. 

              “I would like the Mediterranean salad with Italian dressing, please.”  She placed her order and then handed the waiter her menu. 

              “Are you British?”  Caleb was intrigued with her accent.  Angelique smiled and nodded her head. 

              “Yes.  I was born in London and moved to New York about five years ago.”  She answered his question politely, but didn’t reveal any more information.  Caleb wondered if she were already in a relationship. 

              “And now you work here in New York as a model?”  Caleb sipped his drink slowly and studied her expression.  She literally stunned him with her beauty.

              “Yes.  I’m a model and a spokeswoman for disadvantaged youth.”  She sipped her wine once again and Caleb cocked his head with interest.  He found it unusual that she was a model with a social conscience.  In his experience, most of the models he’d ever met were superficial and had little time for the welfare of others. 

              “That sounds pretty interesting.  Do you have a reason for choosing your line of work?”  He was interested in learning as much about her as he could. 

              “Well, I was recruited by the agency back in London.  Someone saw me at a local art event and asked me to come to New York.  It happened rather quickly, but it was worth the move.  I became a sort of overnight sensation.”  She smiled and then took another sip of her wine.  “But I come from a family who struggled for years to achieve what they now have.  I have a place in my heart for giving back to others who might not have as many opportunities as I do.”  She nodded and Caleb smiled.  He swore he was already in love.

              When the food arrived everyone dove in with little hesitation.  Salvio’s was known for its flavorful land creative dishes.  Caleb enjoyed his meal in silence, looking up occasionally to watch Angelique dab the corner of her mouth with her napkin.  He wondered if she had any interest in him, and realized that she hadn’t once asked him anything about his own life.   He figured maybe she was just shy.

              “So how do you know Monica?”  Caleb looked up from his meal and stared into Angelique’s almond shaped eyes. 

              “We met a few years ago at a charity event.  The three of us spend most of our free time together.”  Angelique looked over at her friends and they all gave smiles of acknowledgement.  For a second, Caleb wondered if they were lesbians.  His mind wandered.  Surely, that wouldn’t be the worst reality for him, but he secretly hoped that Angelique was straight, and that she was also single.

              “I see.  Are any of you married?”  He cut to the chase and then took a long hard sip of his drink.  Angelique bashfully smiled.

              “Paula is engaged.  But I’m single and so is Monica.  How about you?”  She raised her eyebrows and asked him her first question of the night.  Caleb cleared his throat and gave her a nonchalant smile in return. 

              “I’m single.  But hopefully not for long.”  He sipped his drink and gave her a lingering smile.  She sipped her wine and smiled politely in return.  Caleb could sense that she was no easy catch.  If she had even the slightest bit of interest in him, she wasn’t showing it. 

              “Well, I wish you luck in your search.”  Angelique tossed her hair behind her shoulder and then looked over at Paula.  “Hey, Paula.  Are we still going to the movies later tonight?”  She leaned forward and Caleb eyed her cleavage.  It was obvious why she was a top model in New York.  Paula nodded her head.

              “Yep.  Starts at ten.  We’ll get there just in time.”  Paula smiled at her friend and then had a bite of her dinner.  Caleb thought a movie sounded like a perfect way to round out the evening, but he was definitely not going to invite himself.  Victor caught wind of the conversation and interjected with humor.

              “You girls are going to the movies without us?  What kind of move is that?”  Victor leaned forward and then laughed.  “I know, I know.  Girl’s night out.  We’ll let it slide this time.”  He grinned and then sipped on his drink.  The other man at the table laughed and sipped on his beer.  Caleb recognized him from Victor’s office, but didn’t know his name.  “Hey, Caleb.  I didn’t introduce you to Rio.  He’s working with me on the new architecture design we have coming up with the Fishborne project.”  Rio gave Caleb a head nod and then went back to sipping on his beer. 

              When the waiter dropped off the check, Victor scooped it up and then slapped a credit card on the table.  “I hope you all enjoyed your meal.  I know I had a good time catching up with everyone.”  He smiled and gave Monica a sly grin.  She batted her lashes and then flicked one of her blond tresses over her shoulder.  Caleb sat back in his chair and watched as Angelique gathered her purse and slid a scarf over her shoulders. 

              “Nice meeting you, Caleb.”  Angelique pushed in her chair, walked over to Victor, and then waited for her friends to get up, as well.  They all thanked Victor and then headed toward the door.  Victor, Caleb, and Rio stood back and watched as the women smiled and walked away. 

              “Hey, Angelique.”  Caleb stepped forward and walked behind her.  He didn’t want to miss his opportunity.  What if he never saw her again?  She turned around and raised her eyebrows.  “I was wondering if you’d like to meet up some time for coffee or lunch.  I know of a great place right in the valley that you might enjoy.”  His heart fluttered and he waited for her response.

              “Thanks, Caleb.  But I have a pretty tight schedule.  I enjoyed talking with you, though.”  She smiled and then turned around and walked toward the door.  Victor and Rio hung back, watching as Caleb was denied.  He sighed and then stood silently as she walked away.