Billionaire's Secret: Exposing Jay: A Chicago Suits Romance (Loving Jay Book 2) (10 page)

* * *

I
climbed
onto the sofa and sat sideways on his lap.

“You know, I’ve never let anyone else do that,” Jay said between breaths.

“Do what?”

“Cum in their mouth.”

“No way.” I thought that was what all men wanted most.

“I’m serious.”

“Why?” I asked, my brow furrowed.

He shrugged. “I like to be in control.”

I hugged myself tight to him, moving with the rise and fall of his chest. The loss of control makes sense, he’s such a control freak. I believe him when he says he’s never let anyone else do that.

The realization overwhelms me, and I start to tremble on his lap. He trusts me. More than he’s ever trusted anyone. He will make himself vulnerable for me.

* * *

J
ay ran
his arm down my side and worked it between my legs. His fingers pushed apart my lips and two of them worked their way into my me. My pussy, still wet from before, jolted to life.

He nuzzled his head into my shoulder and pumped his fingers in my pussy. In and out and my body fizzled and tingled all over. I lost track of time as I struggled to get air into my lungs.

“I love you Beautiful,” he said, his voice low in my ear.

That was it. His words, so genuine, sent my body into wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. He wrapped both his arms around me and embraced me tight to him while my body still quivered.

I stayed on his lap, naked. We sat like that for ages, cuddling on my cheap sofa in my tiny condo.

I can’t believe he gave up the luxury of his mansion just to stay with me. Where we had to cook our own meals and do our own dishes and fell over each other in the small space.

* * *

I
cleared my throat
. “So. How much is your pool to maintain?” I couldn’t look at him, I fixed my eyes on the wall.

“However much you need it to.”

I laughed and looked at him. The warmth of his dark brown eyes caught me and drew me in. I moved to kiss his cheek but he turned his head and our lips briefly connected.

“How about a thousand?” I said. Jay reached his head forward and our lips met again.

“Make it a hundred,” he said as he brushed his lips across my ear.

I giggled, “That’s just silly.” I kissed his lips, letting mine linger on his before I pulled away again. “Seven fifty.”

Jay cupped my head with his hand and pulled his lips back to mine. He locked his lips on mine and kissed me until I groaned in delight.

He broke away, “Two hundred.”

I smoothed his hair over his ear and gave him a coy smile. “That’s not being fair.”

He tilted his head and stared at my tits before dragging his eyes back up to meet mine. “What’s not fair is you dangling those in front of me.” He kissed my cheek. “You know I’m powerless to resist you.”

I twisted my torso, pressing my tits into him, laughing. In my breathiest voice, I said, “Five hundred.”

Jay kissed me and ran his nose across my cheek. “Five hundred will make you happy?”

“Yes,” I said into his ear. Jay pushed my head with his, until he found my eyes. He rested his forehead against mine, his lips too far for me to kiss.

“Five hundred, but only if you move in tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? You’re that desperate to get out of my condo?”

“I’m that desperate to get you in my bed.” He tilted his head and kissed me, a deep, forceful kiss that sealed our deal.

“Maybe I’m enjoying having you in my bed.”

Jay burst out laughing and pushed me off him. He stood, grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. He hitched up his pants with one hand and kept his other hand on my behind as we moved toward the bedroom.

When we arrived at the bed, he flipped me off his shoulder and tossed me down. I landed with a bounce and he crawled onto the bed and up between my legs.

“You want me in your bed?” He leaned over me, his head inches from mine.

“Always.”

“Enjoy this last time.” He kissed me and nudged my legs wider with his knees and settled himself down onto me. His cock rested against my pussy, growing harder with each kiss.

“You know what I really want?” I asked.

“What? Anything.”

“I want to feel your skin against mine.” I pulled at his buttons, grappling for his muscles underneath. He rolled his eyes at me, gripped his shirt and ripped it open.

I planted my hands on his chest then ran them around to his back, drawing him close to me.

Our love making took on a new sense of meaning. Knowing this would be the last time I slept in my condo. That this is the last night before we officially moved in with each other.

We savored each other. Taking our time over each other's bodies. I even got Jay’s pants off and took my time enjoying his powerful leg muscles.

At last he entered me, his cock thrusting into me. My hands moving with the powerful muscles of his ass.

“So do we have a deal?” he asked, still inside me. He rested his arms either side of my head and kissed me tenderly. I laughed through his kiss, a deal.

“Done,” I said pulling back. I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth unable to contain my smile.

A
s promised
, I moved in with Jay the following day. Tony, his driver, took me to work and picked me up afterwards each day in the Rolls Royce. I didn’t even have to get up that much earlier because I could do my hair and eat breakfast in the back of the car. And no one could see me through the tinted windows.

“Hey Jenny,” I said answering my phone.

“We missed you last night.” I skipped our Friday after work drinks, for the first time in I don’t know when.

“Sorry, I had to be with Jay, our first Friday living together and all.”

“What're you doing now? Don’t tell me you’re naked.”

I laughed. “No, I’m dressed. I’m at my condo, trying to sort it out. I don’t need much from it, just paperwork and photos and stuff. Goodwill's going to come in and take all the furniture and clothes.”

“Guess you don’t have need any of it, since Jay has everything.”

“Yeah, it’s a weird feeling, shedding everything you own.”

“Can I have your coffee maker?”

“Sure. Anything else?”

I finished the call and went back to my task. I was on my knees, clearing out the bottom of my closet. The faster I could get this place cleared out, the faster I could get it rented out.

There were three stacked shoeboxes at the back that I used to store all sorts of things, from my passport and birth certificate to photos. I opened the brown box and my heart wrenched. It always did whenever I looked inside.

It was full of pictures of my parents. Of them posing with me as a child. I sat back against the bed and went through each and every one of them.

What would they think of Jay? Would my mother approve of me moving in with him? Since they died in the accident when I was seventeen, I’d never had the privilege of knowing them as an adult, our relationship was only ever a parent child one, instead of adult to adult. I did a lot of conjecturing, always trying to guess what their advice would be.

I flicked through photos; one of me and my dad fishing, of the three of us at my sixteenth birthday party, my mother teaching me to ride a bike. The next photograph was unexpected and pulled me out of my memories. It was of Matt with his mother and father, at his high school graduation.

It didn’t evoke any reaction in me. None of the outrage, anger or hurt that the photo would have caused a few months ago. I tossed it into the trash bag. Jay had healed all my pain.

* * *

I
hadn’t even spoken
to Sam in two weeks. I’ve been so wrapped up in Jay and work, I hadn’t had time for my friends.

I could go for a quick one, twenty minutes. They’d kill me if I missed two Fridays in a row, since I was always the person who freaked on one of them if they didn’t make it out.

* * *

“
S
o
, what’s it like living with a billionaire?” Sam asked.

“Amazing.” My body warmed at the thought of Jay.

“When are you going to show us your new mansion?” Jenny poked me in the shoulder as she said it.

“Ooh, I could host a dinner.”

“Good idea, we can come now, I’m starving.” Sam said, laughing.

“Next weekend?” I said.

“Yes!” they said in unison.

They’re going to freak when they see the place. I hope it’s okay if I arrange the menu with the cook, or if I should ask Jay’s permission to instruct his staff. Ha, instruct the staff. Crazy.

My phone beeped.

“I’d better go, my driver’s here.”

“Yeah, don’t want to keep to keep the staff waiting,” Jenny said, rolling her eyes.

“What kind of car is it?” Sam asked.

My cheeks flushed, “A Rolls-Royce.”

“On my god, we’re coming with you. You can drive us around the block a couple of times.” Sam stood, not waiting for an answer.

“Okay.” It sounded like fun. To have someone to share my chauffeur driven Rolls-Royce awe with.

* * *

T
ony nodded
as he held the door open. The three of us piled in the back.

“Where to ma’am?”

“Anywhere!” Sam said, waving her arms around and clapping.

“I cannot believe I am actually in a Rolls,” Jenny said.

“I know right, I still think that every day on the way to work. When will the excitement wear off and this will be blase?”

“Woo!” Sam had rolled down her window and was shouting at pedestrians. “Look at me paupers! I’m in a Rolls-Royce.”

Jenny and I laughed so hard we couldn’t talk. I almost missed my phone beep with all the noise.

Maybe Jay didn’t appreciate us using his car and driver for a jolly.

“Okay girls, party’s over.” Tony drove us back to the bar.

Jenny pouted her bottom lip at me. I don’t think Sam even heard me, her head was out the window and she was still shouting at people.

“Bye.” I hugged each of them as they got out of the car and returned to the bar.

“ can’t wait to see your house next weekend!” Sam said as they walked to the door.