Resisting the Billionaire Collection (70 page)

He was an expert, a master, a sexual god who
knew how to take her whole body with his and drive her to blinding
orgasms directly through her agonized nub, the screaming mass of
excruciating pleasure that her clit had become.The darkness became
light, almost blinding light and she heard herself scream out his
name.

"Joshua, God. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck
me!"

And then she was gone, disappearing into
blackness and peace.

When she finally came to, she had no idea
where she was or whose arms encircled her with such love,
protection and care. A luxurious quilt covered her and a strong
male body was molded against her own. MJ couldn't remember a time
in her life when she had felt so happy, so relaxed, so at peace,
and so in love. She didn't know where she was and she didn't care.
For all she knew, the man behind her was just some loser mistake
she had made over one too many beers at McGinty's on the Green.

But then why did everything feel so
right?

Something covered her
eyes.
A blindfold?

That’s right, the
blindfold…
She pulled it off and dropped
it to the floor beside her. The threads of her memory knitted
slowly together against her resistance. Just a few seconds more of
oblivion, happiness, peace.

Please...

But it was no good. Those arms, she knew
them now; they were definitely his. There was no mistaking them.
They belonged to the man she had spent the last twelve months doing
everything in her power to avoid.

She turned over to face the man behind her.
His eyes were still closed, in his own oblivion. Young billionaire
tycoon and ultra-hot love god from outer space, Blake Murray, a/k/a
Joshua Drummond. The third and youngest of the dominant, arrogant,
and totally selfish Drummond brothers.

The man who would guard her like a demon and
worship her as a goddess.

The man she loved.

In sleep, he was more beautiful than ever.
She ran her fingers through his long, dark, tousled hair. He had
given her everything he knew how.

This most possessive and entitled of men had
relinquished his jealous claim on her for one day to give her
pleasure that most women would never experience if they lived a
thousand lifetimes. He was her lover, her man, her god. No sensual
pleasure or act of love had ever come close to what he had just
bestowed upon her.

Nothing ever would again.

She softly kissed his brow, his lips, his
neck, and his eyes slowly opened, dark and handsome, filled with
unknown feelings.

"Sweetheart..." he mumbled, "Please God, let
this be real. Don't let this fade away..."

She pressed her lips to his again.

"Don't worry baby, it's real. I'm real." She
pressed herself tightly to him and felt a thrill of love and
excitement go through both of their bodies. "We're together now."
She held his head in her hands and searched his dark eyes with her
own brilliant green.

Suddenly he was frantic. He pushed her from
him and began to search the floor for something.

"Sweetheart, what is it?" She asked.

"Wait, just wait. Don't move." He continued
searching and then stopped in relief. When he turned back to her,
he was holding the brilliant pink diamond ring in his left
hand.

"It's your ring, darling. The ring I want
you to have."

MJ's lip began to tremble, her eyes began to
moisten. What was he doing? She still lay on the ground between the
impossibly soft rug and luxurious quilt. Her lover was on bended
knee. He reached out and lifted up her left hand.

Oh my God...
MJ's heart was pounding and tears were beginning
to come to her eyes.

"MJ, my sweetheart, my lover, my love." He
stopped for a moment, his voice choking up with emotion.

"Oh my God, Joshua..."

"Mary Jane, will you please accept this
ring?"

"Oh my God..."

"Will you marry me?"

Tears filled the beautiful redhead's eyes
and her heart pounded. She struggled to say those few precious
words.

"Joshua Drummond, God yes, of course I
will."

The young couple rolled together again,
their bodies inextricable as they abandoned themselves to wild love
and passion once more.

The End

When is the attraction between a man and a
woman too scandalous to be contemplated?

Twenty-nine year old multi-billionaire CEO
Jason Demovic has the looks of a movie star, the body of a cage
fighter and the wealth of Bill Gates.

Twenty-six year old newly qualified
psychotherapist Melissa Price has a MENSA level IQ, the appearance
of a prim school mistress and the bank account of a pauper.

He wants her. She needs him. He's got to
have her. She longs for his desire.

Only problem is, a therapist and client
should never, ever, ever be together. Talk therapy is exactly what
it says on the tin: talk and words--not touching, caressing,
holding, squeezing, kissing, teasing and whatever else comes to
mind.

Jason has a huge issue with women that he
won't admit exists. Melissa has the solution to his problem. Can
she convince him that talk therapy is all he needs when what he
really wants is to get her into his bed?

Will she stand firm and stay true to her
convictions? Or will she cave in and consent to his scandalous
requests?

"This looks like an intervention." Jason Demovic
said drily. He wasn't smiling and neither was anybody else. His
mother had asked him to come by the family home for a private talk
but instead he found himself confronted by Rodney Smyth, the
Demovic corporation CFO, Ernst Pitchford, the family lawyer and his
two brothers, Zach and Harrison.

Jason wasn't the type of person to back
down; something all these people knew very well.

The atmosphere was tense.

In looks he was very alike his two brothers.
All three were Mediterranean in skin tone, hair and eye color, but
tall, angular and Scandinavian in their build. All three were
strikingly, impossibly good looking by any standards and a picture
of the three brothers together at a function or a night spot was
pure gold to the local celebrity media.

At just twenty-nine years of age Jason was
the eldest of the three.

"As nobody here seems to
want to speak, let
me
begin." He said. "What exactly is this all about?"

An uncomfortable silence reigned for five
long seconds.

"Jason," his mother said in a frail voice,
"we all appreciate that what you are doing is good. Good for the
world, good for the individual charities involved and in many ways
good for the Demovic Corporation as well."

"I agree. So why are we here?"

CFO Rodney Smyth interjected.

"You've given away nearly 10% of Demovic in
the last six months alone Jason. This can't go on."

"The current net worth of the Demovic family
remains at over 75 billion dollars." He replied with a cold economy
of expression. "There's plenty more we can give away before anyone
has to cut back on the champagne."

Zach, the middle brother of the Demovic
family and its technical genius, weighed in.

"I think we're all aware of the numbers here
Jason, so that's not the issue and neither is the champagne, but if
you continue to donate like this then there won't be anything left
to give. If we want to maintain the philanthropic tradition of our
family then it needs to be done at a sustainable rate."

"I understand that Zach, and you don't need
to worry. I know exactly what I'm doing." His face betrayed no
emotion but his steely gaze spoke volumes. It was a gaze that
inspired loyalty in some, fear in others, but obedience in
everyone.

Nearly everyone.

Today he was speaking to his inner circle;
his fierce independence of spirit and natural leadership was
matched by almost everyone he could see. It was the reason his
mother had invited them; not only was he looking at the entire
board of directors of the Demovic corporation, but if anyone in his
world was able to stand up to him, then they were sitting right in
front of him.

Harrison, the youngest of the three
brothers, spoke up. If the impulsiveness of youth had long ago left
the two older brothers, Harrison still held an edge of fieriness
that his mother and older brothers hoped would soon soften with
age.

"We all get it Jason, we all miss dad--"

"You? Miss dad?" Jason said accusingly.
Harrison hesitated, looking briefly away from his older brother
before continuing.

"We all respect the tradition of giving, but
this is just crazy. Give it all away and then what happens? We're
just as poor as the people we're trying to help. That's no good to
anybody."

"Every donation is tax deductible. Charity
is good for business." Jason said, refusing to give an inch.

"Don't patronize us Jay." Zach said. "We all
know that, but 10% of Demovic in just six months? It's financial
suicide. Speculation in the media that something is wrong at the
heart of Demovic Inc is rife and sooner or later it's going to
affect business."

Jason held up his hands and the group went
silent, waiting for him to speak as he looked each of them in the
eye, slowly, one by one.

"I'm acting CEO of Demovic Corporation." He
said. "Now unless there's something else to discuss, I have
somewhere I need to be."

He stood up to go.

"Sit down Jay." Zach said. The tension in
the air was near unbearable. The Demovic family was not accustomed
to internal strife in business matters since the passing of Mr.
Demovic senior. Normally they spoke as one voice, guided by Jason's
acknowledged razor sharp business sense.

That guidance had been accepted without
resentment or question until his seemingly endless spree of
philanthropy threatened to bankrupt the corporation.

Jason gave Zach a long, cold look before he
sat down. Like all of them, he was used to giving orders, not
taking them.

"This better be good." he with quiet
intensity.

Their mother spoke quickly, hoping to defuse
the situation.

"It is good Jason. Good for everyone. We
have come together today simply to discuss how much money Demovic
Inc. should give away in philanthropic contributions in any given
financial quarter, that's all."

"I've already decided how much that should
be." Jason said.

"Jason Demovic does not equal Demovic Inc,"
Harrison said with evident irritation, "no matter what you
think."

Jason looked at him, his expression giving
nothing away.

"Of course I don't think that, but this
specific decision is mine and mine alone, just as our father said
it should be and as the board, including everyone here agreed upon.
Now if you'll excuse me--"

"If you won't discuss this with us then we
will have no choice but to ask you to stand down as CEO." Zach
said. Jason was motionless for a moment. The two brothers had
fought many times as children but never as grown men. They had
always been equally matched and neither feared the other.

The room held its breath as Jason looked to
Ernst Pitchford, the family lawyer. He didn't need to say a word to
the tough old legal shark.

"It can be done." Ernst assured him.

Jason looked around the room again. If Ernst
said it was true then it was true. No one in the world knew the
Demovic family legal affairs like Ernst Pitchford. He had been
defending the family's interests since the brothers were in
diapers.

Jason took a long deep breath and then
looked at Zach.

"Give me a proposal and
I'll think it over.
Now
if you all will please excuse me--"

"There's one more thing." Zach said.

Jason waited, his face still betraying no
emotion but his family knew him well; he was surely enraged at this
challenge to his authority.

"Well?" he said.

As confident and strong willed as Zach was,
the words stuck in his throat. It fell to their mother and her 49%
interest in the Demovic Corporation as a whole, to save the moment.
Her voice was frail but her power in the corporation was
formidable.

"We'd like you to consider getting some help
son." She said softly.

"I already have all the help I need. My team
is excellent, the best in the world."

"That's not the kind of help we mean."

Even the human barracuda Ernst held his
breath in anticipation.

"Exactly what kind of help are you talking
about mother?"

She reached into a small pocket in her
pleated skirt and put a card on the table.

"This person comes highly recommended."

Jason Demovic read the details from where he
sat. He didn't deign to pick the card up. It was the name and
contact details of a psychological counselor in Manhattan.

He looked back into the eyes of his family
and then to Ernst who returned his gaze with all the steel he could
muster. The lawyer was capable of staring down a high court judge
without flinching an eyebrow but his heart skipped a beat as he
nodded his head to assure Jason Demovic Jnr. of the binding nature
of what his family was 'suggesting' to him.

Jason stared defiantly around the room
again. The board of directors held its breath…

Chapter Two

One Month Later

"Mr. Demovic will be about ten minutes late." The
smooth, feminine voice informed Dr. Melissa Price. "Please wait for
him." She started to thank the caller but the line went dead.