The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4) (18 page)

Samira loved New York City. It was bustling and vibrant, and this penthouse apartment on the edge of Central Park gave her the tranquility she needed. There was a chill in the air now that the nights were drawing in, and Samira was sad for the loss of summer, but it wasn’t going out without a fight – the trees looked spectacular in their early-fall reds, yellows, and greens. It was truly a work of art. And the musty scent of fall made her want to snuggle up on the couch with Ivan and Quin… and then just with Ivan after they’d put the baby to bed.

She gazed out the window and hugged herself, feeling content and ‘at one’. But – as always – thoughts of her impending letter from the immigration department drifted into her mind.

She sighed, trying to put it aside – there was nothing she could do at the moment, and she was delighted that both Langdon and Andreas were safely behind bars. It’d been a stressful couple of months, but now it was over and she could start building her life in America…
if
they let her stay.

Ivan’s gorgeous voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Hey, daydreamer. Quin’s sleeping soundly… time for mommy and daddy to play…”

She grinned as her body washed with love and affection. He came up behind her and nuzzled her neck, kissing her with his wonderful lips.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.” He held an envelope in front of her. “And this letter just came for you.”

Her heart pounded with terror as she realized that the return address was from the immigration department. She took it with quivering hands, then glanced up at Ivan. His expression was cool and caring.

She chewed her lip nervously. “You open it.”

“We’ll open it together.”

He wrapped her in his arms, and she tore open the envelope. This was infinitely more terrifying than the day she’d received her exam results… the information within this envelope could ruin her life –
or
make her dreams come true. With shaking fingers, she pulled out the flimsy piece of paper, on which her future was written. She closed her eyes, then unfolded it quickly – like ripping off a Band-Aid.

“You read it, Ivan.”

He read it silently, then he sighed heavily, causing her heart to sink.
Shit
… she’d obviously failed. Her mind raced with what she should do next. Maybe they could appeal? Or Ivan could move with her to wherever she was allowed to go. But whatever happened next, this was terrible news…

Ivan’s voice was steady and low. “It says…”

“Yes?”

“It says, Samira Quinlan… you are allowed to stay in America indefinitely!”

Her eyes sprung open. “Really!”

“Yep! You can work, pay taxes… you can even apply for citizenship. How about that, babe – you could apply to be an American citizen!”

Samira leaned into him, feeling as if her knees might give way. “Oh my god – this is awesome!”

“It’s perfect – just like you.”

She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly and trying to let this fantastic information sink in.

Ivan dropped the letter to the floor and kissed her hard. “We should celebrate.”

“Yes,” she said. “I’ll call your parents and see if they’d like to come over. Also we can ask your brothers too. And their partners…”

His expression froze with worry. Samira burst into laughter. “I’m joking. Come on, lover, let’s go to bed.”

She started to lead him by the hand toward the bedroom, but he picked her up in his arms and carried her like a movie star, making her squeal with excitement.

He dropped her down on the king-sized bed, then showered her with kisses – caressing her breasts, ass, and back with his strong commanding hands. She braced herself for some seriously sexy celebrating…

Ivan pulled her T-shirt off over her head, then unclasped her bra and flung it to the floor, before stripping off his own shirt to reveal his gorgeous body.

“Lie down,” he said. “I want you at my mercy…”

She grinned and positioned herself on the fluffy pillow, waiting to discover what thrills were in store.

Ivan positioned himself between her thighs and leaned forward to suck her nipple, sending delightful jolts of pleasure into her body. She arched her back and pushed herself into him, enjoying being attended to by her gorgeous man. He glanced up, and they grinned into each other’s eyes, then he reached down and pushed up her skirt, running his fingers over her thigh and circling the silky material of her panties – which was quickly becoming wet. She gasped as his masterful fingers probed inside her panties, causing her body to shudder with desire.

He gazed at her with those sparkling eyes. “I need to taste you.”

A wave of yearning lust swept over her. She loved it when he gave her oral. He shuffled up to kiss her on the lips, then he started to make his way downwards – lingering to suck a nipple and pausing to nibble her toned stomach. He lowered his face between her thighs and probed his tongue into her panties, pulsing molten desire through her body like a shockwave of joy.

“Uh, yes, Ivan…”

“Mmm…” he said, humming gently – which sent vibrations of pleasure into her pussy – enhancing the sensation of his tongue-tip caressing her throbbing clit. Samira ground herself into him, desperate to climax in his mouth.

“So tight for me,” he whispered.

He peeled down her panties and dropped them onto the floor, then crept his commanding fingers up her thigh and eased two fingers inside her – rippling sizzles of pleasure between her legs. She tilted her hips, rubbing herself against him – eager for more.

“I need you inside me, Ivan,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard.”

He gazed up her with a grin. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

He knelt back on his heels, giving her a show of his toned pecs and six-pack abs. Then he unzipped his trousers and tugged his erection free – gripping it in his fingers and pumping the shaft with his hand. His cock was so powerful – a perfect specimen just waiting to thrust her into a frenzy of ecstasy.

“This what you want?” he asked, playing with himself.

She gripped the comforter and squirmed. “Yes…”

Ivan crawled back up to kiss her on the lips, covering her with his strong body. He kissed her possessively, pressing his hard cock against her thigh – reminding her of what was to come. Samira gazed up at him, feeling secure with his forearms planted firmly by her head, trapping her in place. It was like being covered with a blanket of pure masculine muscle.

He dropped his mouth to her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, sweetheart – just how you like it.”

He bit her neck and rubbed his cock between her thighs, so she ground her clit into his erection, already starting to feel the excitement take her.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes…” 

Ivan scooped his hips under, angling them upward, so the tip of his erection thrust into the opening of her pussy, sending tingles of mind-blowing pleasure into her soul.

He grunted animalistically as he continued to thrust, kissing her tenderly on the face – making this erotic encounter romantic as well as hot. “You’re so tight and warm.”

He reached his strong hands under her hips and tilted them upwards – continuing to thrust, and pushing himself all the way inside her.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “And I’m gonna make your body sing with ecstasy.”

Samira allowed her head to drop back further into the soft pillow, as he pounded her into the bed. She ground her hips strongly into him, then she suddenly tensed and froze, skimming on the cusp of freedom and euphoria. She held her breath, knowing this was going to be a massive release. And then it came – the most overwhelming orgasm she’d ever encountered, pulsing through her body and possessing her mind, until she was filled with only bliss and Ivan Quinlan. The waves grew in intensity, rippling over her and carrying her along on the crest of a wave of delight. Her pussy contracted with each pulse of pleasure, pulling Ivan’s thrusting body further against hers – and pulling his glorious powerful cock further inside. Her legs gripped around his thighs and she drew him deeper still, rubbing her clit against him as his huge cock brushed delightfully against her G-spot, filling her with total joy.

Just as she thought it was over, he shifted slightly and thrust even harder, causing the ecstasy to rise again, rushing across her body like a tsunami of euphoria. She clenched her fists and grinned wildly, allowing the delicious moment to continue onward. The pleasure climaxed even higher and she thought it might rip her apart – but in the most magnificent way. She groaned like an untamed animal, relishing this wonderful explosion of love and lust with her perfect husband.

Ivan tensed as he shot his load deep inside her, pulling them even tighter together, and treating Samira to another wave of lustful bliss. She gasped and groaned, riding high on this divine plane of dreamlike proportions. Then she smiled as the powerful waves slowly subsided, leaving a secure feeling of happiness as she drifted back to reality.

Samira snuggled into his chest. She opened her mouth to tell him she loved him, but the phone rang, so Ivan reached over woozily to answer it.

“Ivan Quinlan?”

Samira watched as Ivan listened for a moment. “You’re kidding me, Jake… You want
me
to talk to them? They won’t be happy… Alright, I’ll call you back.” He hung up and sighed. “I knew that guy was going to be trouble.”

“What’s wrong?” Samira asked, still breathing hard from the orgasm.

Ivan rubbed his eyes. “He’s got himself mixed up with the health and safety woman.”

“I thought that was what Dylan and Adam wanted.”

“No, you don’t understand. He’s slept with her. This could totally fuck up the entire investigation…”

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