His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) (16 page)

My orgasm rose up, convulsing around him.  Asher filled me and I squeezed against him, begging him for more.  Our bodies knew what we wanted without being told; and I thought they must instinctively want the same things.  This was nature, it was natural, and while it came about form insane lust and maddening ecstasy, it also came from love.  Love and trust and hope and...

I felt all of it.  Everything.  Asher's ecstasy and my own, his love and mine, our pleasure, our passion.  Everything... it filled me up, making my entire body tremble, pushed past the edge and then some.  I lifted my hips to meet his, grinding my crotch against his, trying to pull his cock deeper and deeper inside of me.  He was already as far as he could possibly go, and he was inside of me as far as I could possibly let him, but I wanted more.  I wanted him, his seed, his love... I wanted to know that in a month or two my stomach would start to swell, from him and him alone, I'd start to have a little bulge that Asher could caress and run his hand across with loving care.

We were married now.  I was his wife, Mrs. Landseer.  He said that wouldn't change anything between us, and I hoped that was true.  I didn't want anything to ever change between us.  I wanted his love.  I wanted to make love to him.  I wanted sex.  I... I wanted to fuck with reckless abandon.  I wanted to cuddle and kiss and nuzzle and watch movies and play with our future children together, to grow together, to...

I collapsed onto the bed, orgasm fading, memories and ideas floating every which way in my mind.  I couldn't think of any one thing in particular, because I was currently thinking about everything possible.  My mind was a mess, my body tingling and tensing.  Asher's cock stayed tight inside of me, refusing to leave me.  His arms wrapped tight around me, refusing to let me go.

"I love you," he said, whispering into my ear, then kissing my cheek.

"I love you, too," I said, kissing him back, suddenly tired and sleepy.  "Do you want to take a nap like this?" I asked, half laughing at myself, and half serious.

"A quick nap sounds nice," he said.  "I want to warn you that when I wake up I'm planning on ravishing you again, though."

"And then what?" I asked.  "Will we take another nap?"

"That sounds like it might lead to a vicious endless cycle," he said.  "I'm fully prepared to begin it if you're willing and able, though."

"Oh, I'm sure you are," I said, grinning.  "I think that's what you planned from the start, isn't it?  We're just going to stay in bed all weekend, sleep and make love and sleep and make love, and..."

Asher chuckled.  "I think we could manage to get up and out of bed for some of the time," he said.  "There's a man who offers romantic, starry night carriage rides.  I asked him to reserve tomorrow night for us."

I looked side to side, shifty-eyed.  "Is it a closed carriage?  That sounds like it could be fun..."

"Possibly.  Hm, which is better?  Looking at the stars, cuddling, and enjoying each other's company, or working up my wonderful wife until she can't stand it, and then watching her rip both of our clothes off once we return to our room, seeing her ride atop me with wild lust?"

"Ooh," I said.  "I can be on top?  You won't be a crazy caveman the whole weekend?"

"Maybe," he said, a wicked glimmer in his eyes.  "A crazy caveman needs a crazy cavewoman at his side, doesn't he?"

"Yes," I said.  "That's true.  You make a good point."

"Nap, then?  And after, we..."

"Yes," I said.

Asher grinned.  We managed to slip beneath the covers, cuddling close, each of us claiming a pillow for ourselves.  I didn't much need my pillow, though.  I nuzzled against Asher, resting my head in the crook of his neck.  He grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg up and around him, holding me tight and close.

"Don't let me sleep too long," I said.  "I'm a little hungry and I don't want to miss dinner."

Asher laughed at that.  "Neither of us is going to miss dinner," he said.  "Don't worry.  I've got a few secret plans for tonight, too."

"Oh?" I asked, curious.  "What sort?"

"Secret ones," he said.  "You'll find out when you wake up."

"Alright," I said.  "Asher?"

"Yes?"

"I love you, my husband."

He smiled and kissed my cheek softly.  "I love you, too, my wife."

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A
nd so it begins...

I've been working on the idea for this story for awhile and it's taken a bit more planning and effort than anything else I've ever written, but I think it's going to be worth it.

At this time, I'm planning on between five and seven books, depending on how the story progresses. I know how I want it to go and how I plan to end it, but sometimes when you're writing, a story can take slightly different twists and turns compared to what I expected. Instead of forcing the story into something that might not be as good, I like to try and let it wander a bit so I can make it into something more. In addition to that, I try to use reader feedback if you liked something in particular, so I can make the story more to everyone's preferences. It's sort of a balancing act, but I really enjoy it, and I want to provide you with the highest quality writing that I can possibly provide.

And... this story is going to be a little different right from the start. This is obvious from Jessika's perspective, with Asher in there, too, but I'm going to be writing a concurrent storyline following alongside it with Elise and Lucent.

Basically,
His Absolute Arrangement
is focused on Jessika, right? But what was Elise doing throughout the day? Where are Elise and Lucent now, and what happened to them at the party?

You'll soon find out!

That side of the story begins with
His Absolute Assignment
, so definitely check that out if you'd like to read a little more about what's happening overall.

It's kind of like alternating perspectives in a lot of ways, but you won't have to read both, you know? If you prefer Jessika and Asher, just stick with them! If you like Elise and Lucent, you might not be reading this, haha. You can just stick with them instead, though! Or if you like both couples and you want to find out every detail about everything the stories have to offer, you can read both.

In addition to that, if you haven't read The Billionaire's Ultimatum or The Billionaire's Paradigm yet, I'd definitely suggest checking those out, too. They aren't 100% required reading to get into this new storyline, but you can find out how Jessika and Asher came together, and how Elise and Lucent met. Both of those are available as
The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need
and
The Billionaire's Paradigm: His Absolute Purpose
.

Anyways!

I didn't want to end the story on too much of a cliffhanger, because I'm not a huge fan of them. I tried my best to tie up some loose ends and make sure everything was going to be alright, but I know there are a lot of questions left unanswered, too. Who broke into Jessika's office? And who caused the fire at the mansion? Where are Elise and Lucent? Could they be the ones behind the fire, or...?

I left a few hints throughout the story, but they might not be super obvious yet. If you think you spotted one, feel free to let me know, though! I'm going to make this story as exciting and as mysterious as possible, while still maintaining the romance and steaminess that I know everyone's looking forward to. I hope you enjoyed this new beginning to Jessika and Asher's story, and I hope you'll stay with me through the entire thing. If you'd like updates for new releases to find out when more comes out, definitely sign up for my newsletter. I send weekly emails, along with new release emails if you want to opt in for those.

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Thanks for reading
His Absolute Arrangement
! I hope you loved it!

P
lease enjoy this sample from the sequel to this story, "His Absolute Insistence," the second part of
Jessika's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum,
by Cerys du Lys

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I
stood in the elevator at Landseer Tower, riding upwards.  Soft music spilled through the speakers above me, barely more than quaint murmur in the background.  The elevator car rose high, higher, heading towards...

I didn't know.  I didn't remember getting into the elevator.  It seemed like one moment I was somewhere else, then suddenly I was here, standing, waiting.  Alone.  Being alone in the elevators at Landseer Tower wasn't altogether a strange occurrence, but for some reason it felt ominous and dark now.  How, though?  I didn't know that, either.  The bright lights above, shimmering and shining, illuminating the entire car, stood in stark contrast to the shadows lurking in my mind.

I looked towards the buttons to see which one I'd pressed.  All of them.  They were all lit up, but the elevator didn't stop.  It just kept going higher and higher.  We passed the fourth floor, then the fifth, sixth, seventh.  More.  Where would it stop?  There were fifty floors at Landseer Tower and I passed by most of them before the elevator finally came to a halt.

I didn't remember which floor I'd just gone past.  I didn't know what floor I was on.  I looked up to check the blinking red sign above the elevator doors to see where I was.

The sign flashed at me, over and over.  No numbers, nothing that made sense, nothing good at all.

WHORE.  WHORE.  WHORE.

Over and over, accusing me of infidelity, accusing me of immorality, accusing me of everything.  The doors to the elevator opened and an invisible force pushed me forward, sending me crashing into the halls.  My knees scraped against the rug and I scrambled to stand and climb to my feet but something or someone kept forcing me down.  Trying to get away, crawling on hands and knees, I stumbled down the hallway.

Doors opened as I crawled past them.  Every door, every single one, and employees of Landseer Enterprises stood there, watching me struggle.  I looked at them, or I tried to, and they laughed.  I couldn't see their faces; I didn't know if they had faces.  I couldn't lift my eyes above their waists, couldn't see anything more than the shoes of men and women staring at me, laughing at me.

They shouted.  The doors in front of me opened.  I didn't know if the doorways themselves or the people standing in them were berating me.  Some laughed, and others screamed.  Accusations echoed through the halls, clamoring against shouts and shrieks and laughs.

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Homewrecker!"

"Gold digger!"

I didn't know who said what or where the shouts were coming from.  Everywhere, from everyone.  They sounded far off and quiet, then up close and right in my ear.  I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks and falling to the floor.  Cuts and scrapes on my knees pressed against the salt of my tears on the rug, sending stinging pain through my legs.  Up ahead, I saw the door to Asher's office.  Gold light pointed the way towards my sanctuary, towards freedom from this harassment, and I tried... I tried so hard to get there, but it didn't matter.

Someone opened the door to Asher's office.  It was Asher, my husband.  He looked towards me and smiled.  He was coming for me, he was coming to help me, to save me.  I kept crawling, wanting to bridge the gap between us sooner rather than later.  He stepped towards me, tall and purposeful.

And then he walked past me.  He didn't look at me.  He said nothing.

I tried to turn my head to stare after him but I couldn't.  My mouth refused to open, no words or shouts or screams could escape.  I could do nothing but stay there on my hands and knees, crying, while everyone around me berated me for being a whore.  Or, I could move forward, to nothing.  What was the point, though?

I
shivered as I woke, cold trembling through my body.  It wasn't real cold, just a memory of coldness; the thought of it.  When I realized I was awake, my mind settled and my body followed suit, falling into forced relaxation.  What a horrible dream.  I didn't know what to think about it.

I was Jessika Landseer, wife to billionaire CEO Asher Landseer, powerful in my own right even if I didn't feel like it all that much.  None of that made me immune to nightmares, though.  If anything, I supposed I was more prone to them now.

Where was I?  This seemed like my dream, but different.  I expected to wake up in my bed, at home, with Asher, but some of that was missing.  This wasn't my home, first off, and this definitely wasn't my bed.  Asher lay behind me, spooning with me.  That part was correct, at least.

My chilled body warmed to the heat of the room and the blankets covering me and Asher laying behind me, his breath soft against the back of my neck.  Suddenly, I remembered.  Oh.  Just like that, it all came back to me.

The hospital.  I wasn't sick, nor was Asher, but he'd taken me here last night after I had a panic attack on the front lawn.  Which parts were a dream and which weren't?  I sorted through the memories in my head, trying to figure it out.  Part of me worried and my heartbeat thumped hard against my chest, making me worry even more.

Elise and Lucent were... dead?

No, no, they weren't.  They were alive.  But somewhere else.  The police thought they started the fire at Asher's mansion, that was it.  They didn't, though.  They couldn't, right?  I didn't know.  I doubted it, and the police should realize as much, but from what I remembered Asher telling me, that wasn't the case.