Taken By The Billionaire (12 page)

“Hey,” my dad said as his head appeared.

“Has he gone?” I asked, not knowing which answer I wanted to hear.

My heart leapt when dad shook his head. “No. He wants to talk to you, but he said he’d leave if you said get lost.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

My father shook his head again. “I can’t answer that, Kylie. This is none of my business. What goes on between you two is between the two of you. You’re a grown woman.”

I loved him for that, for not influencing me either way. He wouldn’t poison me against Damien, he’d let me decide, but I knew I could count on his support no matter what came out of it.

Damien looked worn out when I saw him sitting at the table, a cup of tea in his hands. His face brightened when he saw me; he half-stood and then froze, not knowing whether to offer me an embrace or to keep away.

The distance option was the one I preferred.

“I love you, Kylie,” he said. Damien sat down and gave a little shrug. “It’s that simple,” he added. “Alexandra’s fired. She was the one responsible for all this. She’s been friendly with Jenny; she knew you were scared and deliberately set you up. That thing yesterday, when I was drunk and answered the door in my underwear … I’d been upstairs changing, Kylie. I was so fucking angry when you came banging on the door that I didn’t bother getting dressed.”

I wanted to believe him but there was the little detail of Alexandra half-naked to deal with. But he explained that too, and I was inclined to believe him, it fitted with what I imagined that woman to be capable of. After all, hadn’t she deliberately impersonated me and been responsible for that article in the paper?

Damien turned his handsome face towards me. “I’ve been a complete idiot, again. I shouldn’t have believed it, Kylie. Not about you. I’m sorry, I can’t describe how fucking sorry I am.”

He told me he loved me – that was the second time he’d said it – and that if I went back to him he’d do his damndest to never hurt me again.

“Fuck the contract, Kylie,” Damien continued. “Forget it. I don’t just want you sexually, I want the whole deal. I want all of you, and I want you to have all of me. Nobody else. Not now, not ever.”

And then he said it again: “I love you.”

My heart cracked open when I heard the sincerity in his voice.

I smiled. “I love you, too, I said.” And then I went to him.

Dad came in, saw us kissing, and said, “I just remembered I have to go to the mall. See you in a couple of hours.” He paused with his car keys in his hand. “Is Damien staying for dinner, Kylie?”

I looked at Damien, who smiled and nodded, saying, “If that’s all right?”

My face told my father that we’d have a guest at the table that night. He nodded and smiled at me.

“Thank you, dad,” I said, my voice choked with emotion. “I love you.”

“And me you, sweetheart,” he replied as he left the kitchen.

Damien glanced at me. I could swear he actually looked shy.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized again.

Taking his hand I replied softly, “Come on.”

He followed me upstairs to my bedroom. Once inside I closed the door. Damien stood with his back to the door.

“This is weird,” he said, his eyes taking in the detail of my bedroom. “I’ve never felt this awkward before. It’s like …” His hands flapped at his sides. “Bloody hell, Kylie, I’m actually worried about making a move. What the hell is happening to me?”

“You don’t seem as gung-ho as you usually do, Damien,” I teased with a grin and a sideways tilt of my head. “Are you worried ‘cause we’re in my dad’s house?”

Damien nodded, his eyes widening. “Yeah, maybe a little bit.”

“Would it bother you if I asked you to fuck me?” I replied with a whisper. I watched Damien’s face as I unbuttoned my jeans. “Because that’s what I want right now. I want your big cock, Damien. I want your mouth and your fingers and that gorgeous fucking cock.”

I felt the warmth flood between my legs while the breath caught in my throat from the sudden, urgent need to be loved by Damien Taylor. It was my turn now, my turn to be boss.

“You’re beautiful,” Damien said, sending the same message with his eyes.

I felt beautiful under that intense gaze as I stripped out of my jeans and pulled the tee-shirt over my head. When I reached back to unfasten my bra and felt his stare on my bare breasts it felt like it was the first time I’d ever let him see me naked. Things were so different now. I still felt the same bubbling yearning for Damien to be inside me; I was still oiling with lust between my legs; I still wanted his hands to roam over my body and for his fingers to find that place inside me that made me scream with pleasure, but now he’d declared his love our connection went so much deeper than just being together physically.

Listening to Damien downstairs had shown me how fragile and vulnerable he could be. He had the tough, macho image but wasn’t afraid to bare his soul to me. He trusted me enough to hand me his heart, and for me to carry that dependence was a responsibility I didn’t take lightly.

When I turned my back to Damien I peeled my underwear down my legs, deliberately bending at the waist to reveal the oyster of my sex to him. I knew he could see my pussy pouting between my thighs like that, and I hoped the sight of me so lewdly exposed would inflame him with overwhelming lust.

I heard him gasp a moment before his hands grabbed my hips.

“Oh!” I cried, startled by my lover’s quick, silent approach.

“Kneel on the bed,” Damien growled, his confidence apparently renewed. “Spread your legs and push your hips up.”

I complied, resting straight-armed on my bed with my ass thrust upwards. God, I felt so bare like that, just like our first time in Paris. I knew he could see everything like that, all of me.

“What are you going to do?” I murmured when I felt his fingers splay the cheeks of my ass.

He didn’t speak. I just felt a warm waft of his breath across the moist part of me before his tongue wriggled and squirmed into my pussy.

I gasped as he explored my body with his tongue, groaning when he dabbed at the other dark and intimate place. To feel him there shocked me, but sent a delicious shiver of the taboo through me at the same time.

Damien’s palm swatted down hard on my butt and I yelped with surprise. Twice more I felt the sting of his hand on my ass; I’d never been spanked before and I decided I liked it.

Damien pushed my rump and sent me sprawling headlong onto the bed before he climbed up next to me with his pants undone and the length of him, so urgent and ready in his fist.

“Suck it,” he growled.

Rolling onto my side I got him there quickly with my mouth and my hands. The stuff pumped out of him while Damien knelt on my bed and grunted his release.

Ignoring the slide of Damien’s outpouring over my breasts, chest and stomach, I lay on my back. “Get me there, too,” I squealed. “Lick me, Damien. I need to cum. Please, baby.”

I came twice on my lover’s face before he almost ripped off his clothes and eased his hard body over mine, his tight butt and legs between my widespread thighs. I expected him to go at me like a bull, but Damien grew suddenly tender, his eyes filled with love for me.

We began slowly, moving together as we kissed and sighed and looked at each other, our eyes speaking.

My climax bubbled for ages, simmering gently while I rode the waves of pleasure and coaxed my lover towards his release with my body.

“This is the best ever,” Damien mumbled, his eyes closed tight. He held himself above me while we rocked together. “What have you done to me, Kylie?” he gasped. “Never,” he grunted. “It’s never been this good. Not even with Stella …”

Damien groaned again, twisting his neck as he grimaced with the effort of holding back. “I never want this to end, Kylie. Not ever. I want to stay here, like this, with you.”

Then he began to thrust and jab, his girth stretching me, filling me until I thought he had no more to offer, and then he’d stab at me again and I felt my body taking more of his length.

“Damien,” I gasped. “We can be together. We can do this forever. I’m cumming, Damien,” I groaned.

“Me too,” he hissed. I felt his body tense while he grunted and moaned, and then he pulsed inside me, flooding me with warmth as my arms and legs curled around him so I could hold him tight and never let go.

“I love you,” he sighed as we came together.

I knew then that that the movie would be great and I’d beat my sister, but most of all I knew, this time, I had Damien.