Because He Watches Me (Because He Owns Me, Book Nine) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (32 page)

When they got home, he carried her across the threshold of the entrance to the main hall, both of them giggling like school kids. And then it was straight up to the master bedroom, where she laid on the bed as he stared deeply into her eyes.

They looked at one another for a long time, smiling. “I could just look into your eyes all night,” he said, brushing her hair from her forehead. “I thought I’d lost you forever, but you’re here with me. It’s like a dream.”

“I’m so glad you came and found me tonight,” she said.

“I’ll always come for you,” he told her. “Always.”

“And don’t ever let me take another Yoga class,” she laughed.

“Never. You’ll get private lessons from now on.”

“Tell me you’ll never let me go,” she whispered.

“I’ll never let you go.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise, I swear to every god in the universe.” He kissed her lips gently, and she opened her mouth for him. Nicole put her hands on his chest and rubbed down to his stomach, felt his whole body shudder as she touched him.

“I want you to make love to me,” she whispered.

He began to slowly undress her, and she undressed him. Pulled his shirt up over his head and ran her hands along his washboard abs.

“Nicole…” he moaned.

Both of them had their shirts off now. Nicole had just a bra on, and Red slid his hands beneath it and caressed her nipples, pressed the bra upwards until it snapped off her entirely, exposing her bare breasts. She laughed. “What’s that, a trick you learned from all those years of womanizing?”

“First time that ever happened, I swear,” he said, holding up his hand.

“I don’t know if I believe you. But I don’t really care. Kiss me.”

And he did kiss her, more passionately than ever. They savored each other, taking their time, nothing was rushed. And for the very first time ever, Nicole sensed that he would allow her to take a little control if she wanted. He was allowing her to touch him without asking permission, even if she wanted to touch his bare skin.

This new twist somehow made contact between them all the more intimate.

Red kissed her lips and then he kissed her forehead. Then he kissed her cheeks, and her eyelids when she closed her eyes. “Don’t ever stop kissing me,” she told him.

So he put his lips to every inch of her burning hot skin. Her arms, her shoulders, her neck. He spent time kissing and nibbling her ears, whispering his love for her. “I’d do anything for you, Nicole. Just tell me.”

She murmured for him to keep doing what he was doing.

He licked her nipples, first stimulating one and then the other, until they stood erect. He ran his fingers across her nipples and she moaned, crying out. Red leaned in again and flicked her nipple with his tongue, and then he began sucking and sucking.

“Oh god,” she cried. “Don’t stop, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

He sucked and licked, and the feeling was incredible. Her slick lower region moistened as he continued to pleasure her. Soon he was going down on her, and every sensation she had, as his lips and tongue explored her entrance, was like blossoming fireworks—each new explosion set off a chain of other explosions.

With her eyes closed, she could see the explosions in her mind’s eye, blooming in all different colors and shapes. “Oh, god, Red!” she cried out, as his fingers began stimulating her clitoris at the same time that his tongue slid inside her.

The explosions were reaching a crescendo now, and she was screaming in total abandon. Her entire body contracted as if in pain, but it wasn’t painful at all—it was just so intense and every nerve ending was sensitive to the point of being too much to take.

She had the most intense, profound, liberating orgasm.

After she’d finished, she lay breathing rapidly, her heart racing. One of her hands fluttered weakly up to her face. “Oh. Oh my. I can’t—I can’t even speak right now.”

Red slid up next to her, pressing his warm body against hers. His lips were against her cheek and then her ear. “Watching you get pleasure from what I do is the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” he told her. “I’ll never grow tired of making you happy, Nicole.”

“What about you?” she said.

“What about me?”

She turned to him, regaining some of her wits. “I want to give you pleasure.”

“It’s okay,” he said, kissing her forehead lightly and stroking her hair. “It’s not about me tonight.”

“It is for me,” she told him. And then she kissed his bare chest, licking his salty skin, tasting his nipples. His body was rock hard, partly from excitement, but she also knew this was difficult for him. He was giving up some of his legendary control to her.

She would make sure he didn’t regret it.

Nicole kissed his belly, licking down to where the tip of his erect penis could be felt through his pants. She quickly unbuckled them, as Red moaned with anticipation. She slid his boxers down at the same time as his pants, and then she softly kissed the tip of his beautiful cock.

His body tensed even more, but she could tell it was from enjoyment.

“I think I might explode in a second,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can’t control myself.”

“You don’t need to,” she said, grinning as she took him into her mouth, at first delicately. But then she aggressively slid down his shaft and took him further and further, and he thrust his hips into her.

“I can’t hold out, it feels too fucking good,” his hissed through his teeth.

She started to stroke the base of his penis while she bobbed up and down on the head and upper part of his manhood. She’d never felt anything so hard in her life; he was like steel.

And then he was exploding, crying out as he came.

She took it all in, swallowing it just as she had last week. Only this time, she was choosing to do so, she’d taken control of it into her own hands. Nicole enjoyed his climax at least as much as he did, and she had a tiny ripple of an orgasm herself as he finished in her warm, wet mouth.

***

L
ater that night
, after both of them had showered and changed, Red ordered Chinese food and it was delivered to their door. “Best in all of Connecticut,” he told her, carrying the plastic bags full of takeout into the dining room.

It was a little strange eating in such a fancy room, especially knowing that just a few days ago it had been the scene of Red’s outburst. There was no sign of any of the wreckage though—the room was immaculate as it had been the first day she’d seen it.

He opened the little boxes and doled out food onto beautiful plates for the two of them. Then they sat next to one another at the large wooden table and ate, talking and laughing as they did so.

“Why does Glen blink so much?” she asked him.

He stared at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, and then started blinking rapidly.

Nicole put a hand over her mouth to cover her laughter—she nearly spit out her food.

“Do you think Remi might be bisexual?” she asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous. That woman’s never touched a man in her life.”

She giggled again. “Red!”

“I’m serious,” he said. “Why do you think she likes keeping you around the office late at night?”

“Shut up.”

He smiled. “I shouldn’t talk out of school. I mean, she hasn’t mentioned anything to you about it.”

“No, but I just get that feeling.”

He grabbed a pork sparerib with his hand and took an enormous bite. “Nicole, are you trying to tell me you have Gadar?”

She smiled at him. “It’s nice seeing you this way.” She put her feet up on his lap as she twirled some lo mein on her fork.

“What way?”

“Relaxed. Funny. Being yourself.”

He smiled back at her. “You bring out the best in me, Nicole.”

“Not always.”

“Always.” He suddenly put his plate on the table. “Hold on a sec.” He swung her feet gently off his lap and then walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?”

“Be right back!” he called out, and she heard his footsteps retreating down the hall.

She kept eating the food. She was ravenous—Red was right in saying it was the best Chinese food in Connecticut. She couldn’t imagine anything tasting better than this.

A couple of minutes later he returned, a strange glint in his eye.

“What are you up to?” she said, sitting up straighter in her chair, suspicious now.

“I’m fixing a big mistake I made,” he told her.

“What? What are you talking about?” she asked, as he walked directly towards her.

And then he was dropping to a knee right in front of her, and revealing the engagement ring in his palm. “Please forgive me, and make me the luckiest, happiest man in the world. Nicole, will you still marry me?”

It was the second proposal, and she knew what every person in her life would think about it. But she still didn’t care, because deep down she knew it was the right thing. She smiled with tears in her eyes. “Yes, of course I will.”

He put the ring on her finger and then they hugged and kissed.

Things really were different now, she thought, surprised at the change in him.

He got to his feet and sat next to her again, and the two of them finished eating their food.

When she was stuffed to where she was going to burst, Nicole patted her stomach. Somehow, patting her tummy had made her think of pregnancy and motherhood.

And that made her think of Red’s mom, and the horrible way she’d treated him growing up.

“I was wondering,” she said carefully, not wanting to upset him after such an amazing night together.

“Yes?” he asked, dabbing at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

“You still have contact with your mother?”

For a split second she saw his guard come up—like an iron gate suddenly slamming closed. His eyes grew instantly cold and distant, his jaw set. But then it was as if he sensed what was happening and deliberately forced himself to let it go.

He tried to smile. “I do have contact with her. Mostly because my brother is still so close to her.”

“When do you see your family?”

He sighed. “Holidays, mostly. But we definitely talk frequently—a little too frequently for my tastes. She calls me probably once a month.”

“Did you ever ask her why she did those things to you?”

“Are you kidding me?” he chuckled bitterly. “You definitely haven’t met my mother, if you’re even asking that question.”

“I don’t think I could stomach meeting her.”

His eyes locked onto hers and he simply let her see him. His eyes were sad, she realized. He was a sad person in many ways, underneath it all. And she loved him for his sadness and darkness and complexity—and for his humor too. Red Jameson, underneath all the layers of glitz and glamor, under the control issues and anger problems and the fear around trusting women—was a sweet soul.

Nicole thought to herself that everything he’d built up—all of the businesses and celebrity and riches, and his public persona—were merely protection for the sensitive man that still existed in the center of it all.

“You’re a good man,” she told him, and stroked his cheek.

He smiled and she could tell her was a little choked up. “Nobody’s ever told me that before,” he whispered.

“But it’s true. I’m not just saying that.”

He smiled at her. “Thank you, my angel. Thank you.”

***

T
he next day
, they drove into work together and he actually walked Nicole to her desk, kissing her in front of the entire office. Normally, Nicole would have been too embarrassed, but after the pitying looks most of her co-workers had bestowed on her when they thought she’d been dumped, it was sweet revenge.

She worked happily through the morning.

Red had a meeting during lunch hour and Nicole was sick and tired of always spending the entire day in the Jameson International building. Instead, she decided to go to lunch at a Café Metro, nearby.

She was practically skipping on her way to the cafe. She had a huge smile on her face the entire time—her cheeks practically hurt from grinning so often. It felt as though everything in her life was finally coming together. She and Red were back and stronger than ever, work was rewarding and she was actually being paid for her effort, Danielle didn’t hate her anymore.

Of course, Danielle might hate her again when Nicole explained that she’d gotten back together with Red. Danielle would spell out all the reasons why it was a mistake, yada yada yada.

Entering Café Metro, Nicole was busy studying the menu and trying to decide what she might want, when a person also in line kept getting closer and closer to her. She stepped away to get some space, but the tall, thin man stepped closer again.

She glared at him with some annoyance. What was this guy’s problem? Was he trying to hit on her or something?

He was nearly bald, and the hair he did possess was salt and pepper and thin. He wore thick-rimmed glasses and a beige suit with a red tie. He looked like one of those nerdy economists who would go on all the talk shows and bore you to death lecturing about the debt crisis.

When she gave him a dirty look, he turned and smiled brightly at her. “Hello, Nicole.”

Her blood suddenly ran ice cold. That voice. She knew that voice.

He turned fully towards her now. “What, aren’t you even going to say hi?” he asked.

“You’re that weirdo. Anderson, the one who won’t leave me alone.”

“That’s me,” he said happily.

“Leave me alone or I’ll scream,” she told him.

“Now, why on earth would you do that?” he asked, looking puzzled. “I’ve never threatened you, I’ve never hurt you and I’ve certainly never lied to you.”

“I don’t care. Go away.”

He shook his head. “Nicole, I’m one of the few people actually trying to help you.”

She laughed derisively at his. “I’m not an idiot.”

“If you’re smart, you’ll listen to me.”

“Well, who are you?” she said. “I don’t trust people who won’t tell me their real names. How did you get my number? Do you work for The Rag or something?”