The Billionaire's Affair: Billionaire Brothers (Tycoon Billionaires Book 2) (3 page)

“Yeah… And what about your mother?”

Sarah sighed. “Dead.”

“Sorry.”

They both laughed uncomfortably.

Sarah shrugged. “Ah, we all knew she only had a few years left in her.”

“But you were
with
her for those last few years. As she would’ve wanted.”

Sarah bit her lip. She couldn’t bear to have that conversation with Dylan right now. “So how did you come to be mixed up with Natalia?”

“She came onto me at a party at Orlov’s house a few weeks ago. I guess I just didn’t say no.”

“Poor you. Unable to resist a beautiful woman.”

“Hey, she’s the one who’s married – not me.”

“Well, maybe you’ll think twice before sleeping with the wife of a dodgy Russian next time.”

“I sure will.”

He gazed seductively into her eyes. Sarah suppressed her arousal and cleared her throat. “So… what business are you doing with Orlov exactly? I’m surprised you’d want to get mixed up with him – he always seems so arrogant. I don’t trust people who never smile.”

“I’m just trying to grab some publicity for Grafton Techs – that’s Amy’s company that me and Adam bought. My plan is we sponsor Orlov’s soccer club for one season, get the name of Grafton Techs known, then sell the company for big bucks.”

“But you didn’t expect to fall for his wife?”

“I didn’t fall for her, sweetheart. It was just sex. She enjoyed it and so did I. It was a weird situation, though. She kept asking me about my intentions towards Orlov. And about… Ivan. She’d heard about his death somehow. I wondered whether Orlov might be pimping her out as a spy, but I’m not sure. Maybe I’m just too suspicious.”

“You always were.”

Dylan gazed at her. “Don’t judge me on how I was when I was twenty-one, alright. It was a long time ago. I’ve changed a lot. Surely you have?”

“Yeah, I probably have.”

He rested his hand on her knee, sending spirals of lust up her thigh. “I think about you a lot, Sarah. And I didn’t get the chance to thank you for helping me out of this fix tonight.”

Sarah knew where this was heading and she suddenly felt out of control. If she opened herself up to Dylan, it would end in heartbreak again. She stood up. “I need to leave.”

He stood up too and reached out to pull her trembling body into his strong arms. She sank into his toned chest, feeling his hard cock press against her, reminding her of what incredible passion was available if she stuck around. She raised her head and gazed into those captivating brown eyes, which were so full of lust and hunger. He held her tight and lowered his face towards hers, kissing her hard and making her wet with desire. He was irresistible and suddenly she needed to feel him fucking her – just like the old days. It’d been so long since she’d connected with anyone, and here was a man who knew exactly how to cater to her physical and emotional needs. Her body craved Dylan Quinlan, just one last time.

“I’ve missed you so much, Sarah,” he said, between passionate kisses.

Her breath caught in her throat. “I’ve missed you, too. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. No other man has made me feel like you did.”

He ran his strong fingers through her hair. “Then let me do this for you. It doesn’t need to go further. Let’s just enjoy each other’s bodies again, before we say goodbye.”

He held both her hands and guided her back down to the couch, where they continued to kiss with increasing lust and urgency. Dylan unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her collarbone.

“Your body’s so beautiful,” he said. “It always was, but now…” he caressed her breasts. “Perfect curves, sweetheart.”

Sarah grinned. “Thank you.” She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, realising that he’d also filled out since they’d last done this. No longer was he a developing young adult; he’d grown into a toned and masculine man, with broad shoulders and a strong body. This felt so natural, yet exciting and subversive. Sarah gazed into his eyes and they shared a smile.

“You’re awesome,” he said. He unhooked her bra and leaned down to suck and tease her nipples. The euphoric sensations that surged through her body from his commanding lips made her mind swirl as if she was drunk. Dylan had always been able to make her climax from nipple-tonguing alone, but – if this
was
to be their final time together – she wanted to feel him thrusting deep inside.

She eased herself away and stripped off her trousers, feeling proud of what her womanly body had become. Then she sank back into his arms and he kissed her with more passion than ever.

“I want you, Sarah,” he whispered as they kissed. “I need to fuck you into a frenzy – to see you lose control. To hear you scream my name with desire.”

Her body shuddered with lust. “I need it too.”

Still kissing her, he leaned forward and gently forced her back until she was lying on the couch. Dylan crawled over her and kissed her, covering her with his strong, fit body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he ground his erection into her panties, which reminded her of their first fumbles in the dark, back in college. But he was powerful and dominating now; confident and commanding. It was fabulous to let him do this to her;
for
her. He reached up and pulled down her panties with strong and experienced hands, then he eased himself down between her thighs to give her oral – teasing her clit in that tantalising way of his and causing a cocktail of lust to shoot through her soul. Continuing to flick her clit with his tongue, he slipped his fingers inside her pussy and rubbed her G-spot hard and fast, making her writhe and groan. She felt out of control for the first time in years and she loved it. She ground herself into his mouth, letting him know she was ready to take his cock deep.

He pushed himself up to kneel between her legs. “Condom,” he said, leaning over to grab his wallet from his jacket. “Keep yourself wet for me, babe.”

Sarah reached down and ran her fingers over her clit, dipping them into her pussy and getting herself ready to receive his long hard cock. It felt naughty to be masturbating for him while he sorted out the protection. He watched her with desirous eyes, then he crawled back over her and kissed her hard, easing his straining erection inside her. He’d always been a bit too big, but she was wet for him, and she knew this slight discomfort would be worth the pleasure ahead.

Dylan kissed her on the lips and grabbed her hips roughly, holding her in place and rubbing her clit against his pelvis as he thrust her deeply into pleasure. It’d been too long since she’d been with a man, but this wasn’t just any guy. This was someone who knew her body intimately – who knew exactly how to get her there. He knew, for example, that she loved him to tenderly tweak her nipples as he thrust; to bite her neck and writhe their naked chests together until he consumed her entire world. And as he did each of those things, Sarah felt the orgasm begin to surge at the brink of consciousness.

Through half-closed lust-filled eyes, she saw Dylan raise his head and smile deeply into her soul – fairly lost himself now. His hair was a mess, giving him a wild and manly air, and this visual delight – coupled with his harder and faster thrusting – threw her over the edge. The orgasm caught deep inside, beginning as a tight ball of delight in her pelvis and rushing over her body like wildfire. Her mind flooded with euphoria and her soul rocketed, as he continued to grind deeply at the perfect angle to send her to the place where only pleasure existed. She let out a guttural cry of delight and floated on the waves of ecstasy, letting go and freefalling into Dylan, feeling totally safe with him; disappearing into bliss. Then slowly, as his thrusts slowed and the intense joy faded, she breathed and relished the contentment that tingled through her muscles.

She opened her eyes and saw Dylan’s handsome face grinning at her with pride. She giggled, engulfed by the dreamy post-orgasmic glow.

“Thank you,” she whispered, reaching out to rub his cheek. “I’d forgotten how wonderful that feels.”

Dylan opened his mouth to reply. At this point in their love-making, he’d always told her he loved her. But today he couldn’t. So instead he said, “You’re as beautiful as ever, Sarah.”

She smiled, happy with that. This reunion couldn’t go anywhere – they were too different, and besides, Dylan was only in London temporarily to take care of Grafton Techs. But for now she could pretend. So she kissed him on the lips and snuggled into his strong arms, wondering how long it might be before he’d be ready for another ‘one last time’.

The sun shone tranquilly through the gap in the velvet drapes, caressing Sarah into a warm wakefulness. As her mind drifted back to the room, she realised that her body felt light, and… what was that unfamiliar sensation? She chuckled. Oh yeah, it was happiness. She was happy for the first time in… years probably. She smiled as she woke up fully and remembered that her soft pillow right now was Dylan’s downy chest. Her naked body felt secure wrapped in his strong arms, and the birds outside were singing sweetly. She could tell it was going to be another scorcher in London… or in wherever she currently was.

She sighed snoozily as she listened to Dylan’s breathing, enjoying the sensation of her head gently rising and falling on his toned pecs. It was tempting to wake him up and make love again, but she knew that would be awkward. It was time to say goodbye for real now. She had a hotel to run.

Sarah eased herself out from his loving arms and dressed quietly, trying not to wake him. He looked so peaceful, sleeping on the leather couch in a sunbeam. A pang of gloomy regret stabbed her. Why was she leaving him again? But she had no choice. They’d missed their chance to be together; it was too late. They’d both changed too much. Sarah smiled sadly, as she pulled on her suit jacket and gazed down at her first love. He was gorgeous and her heart was screaming at her not to walk out. The sex had been the best she’d had in years. The best since she’d last been with Dylan in fact. But Sarah knew adult life consisted of much more than sex with hot men. She needed to be sensible; to think with her head, not her heart. And what about all this involvement with Russian gangsters? Maybe life
was
boring without Dylan in it, but at least she was safe in her little bubble. No heartache. She was queen of her court at the hotel. She wasn’t accountable to anyone, and that was perfect.

So why was she still standing here watching him sleep? Why
was
it that ever since she’d returned to London seven years ago, she’d been pining for him. And why was she about to run out on him?

Again.

That last time she’d said goodbye to Dylan had been agonising...

The airport departures lobby on that dreaded day had been stark and shiny – a representation of how Sarah was feeling. Empty and hollow; stuffy and stifled. She hardly noticed the bustle of excited tourists and stressed-out businesspeople as she loitered near passport control, gazing mournfully into the eyes of her true love. Knowing she had to leave.

It was a warm spring day, and she’d recently completed her final exams, so she and Dylan had planned to celebrate by spending a couple of weeks making love on the beach before moving in together and starting their respective internships. But the news of her father’s death had come as a devastating blow – the worst news she could’ve ever received. Not actually because her dad was
gone
per se– in fact, both of Sarah’s parents had been over forty when she’d been born, so it had always been on the cards. But her devastation was due to the fact that it was now her responsibility to take over the family business and ensure that her sick mother was cared for. The family business was a shitty little hotel in a suburb of London, which had never done very well, but had always ticked over. And now it was Sarah’s problem. Sarah resented being wrenched away from Berkeley – and from her lover – to return to grey England to work sixty-hour weeks, so she could keep her head above water and give her mother some comfort in her winter years.

She’d been tempted to stay with Dylan, but he’d insisted she leave. The ultimate sacrifice….

The muffled announcement informed Sarah that her gate was open.

She buried herself in Dylan’s arms. “I can’t bear to leave you. Please… maybe we can find a way to make this work.”

He held her tight. “Your place is in London now, my love, we both know that. Your mother needs you; the family business needs you. You’re too young to be tied to me.”

She balled his T-shirt in her fists, staring desperately into his eyes. “Come with me.”

He shook his head, hardening himself. “If I turn down that internship before I even start my career, my reputation will be in ruins. It’ll take me forever to recover.” He cupped her tear-stained chin in his strong hand. “It’s breaking my heart too, baby, but we’ve both committed to things that are much bigger and much more important than
us
.”

Sarah nodded, knowing he was right. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. But our love isn’t enough – you know that. I can’t be selfish and ask you to stay here with me. If you don’t go back to help your mother now, you’ll regret it. She’s an older lady… she needs you more than I do.”

Sarah swallowed the piercing pain in her throat. “You’ll be with me always.”

“I’ll always love you, Sarah. Always.”

The sound of an urgent last-call for her flight snapped Sarah’s heart in two. She crumpled in his arms and sobbed against his T-shirt.

He hugged her tightly for a few glorious yet agonizing seconds, then he stepped away. “Go now, Sarah. Don’t look back. Forget me. And I’ll forget you.”

****

As soon as Sarah’s mother had died three years later, she’d sold the failing hotel and moved to London, where she’d easily fallen into her current role. The owner had snapped her up, thanks to her experience and hard-working ethics. Then she’d thrown herself into her job, to smother the heartache of losing her parents… and Dylan.

Sarah sat in the taxi now, gazing out of the window as the sun rose over London. He’d said back then that she’d regret it if she stayed with him and abandoned her mother. And of course, he was right. But every day since then, she’d regretted leaving him. And here she was, leaving him again. And she knew it was for the last time. Dylan wasn’t the sort of man who you walked out on twice. He wouldn’t come chasing after her – he hadn’t before, so why would he now? But it was surely for the best. She had her own life now, and he had his.

And he was mixed up with Russians and soccer clubs. Sarah sighed. She wanted an easy life… But actually more than that, she wanted Dylan to turn up at the hotel later, throw her over his shoulder, and carry her off to the honeymoon suite to make love to her all day.

And she wanted for them to be together forever.