The Billionaire and the Cleaner (17 page)

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me,” he said.

Lana closed her eyes and quickly opened them as
Kent
started to
pump the tip of his cock inside her. He worked the head going inch by glorious
inch until he was more than halfway inside.

“Almost there, baby,” he said. “Look at me.”

Lifting her gaze to his, she stared into intense blue depths
as he plunged the last way inside her.
Kent
was seated to the top with
nowhere else for him to go.

“No condom,” she said, gasping.

“I don’t want there to be anything between us, Lana. You’re
mine.” He stroked her cheek. Her head pounded as his words registered in her
mind.

What did it all mean? Was he meaning for life or for this
moment? How long was she to be his woman?

She shoved the negative thoughts aside and concentrated on
the man above and inside her.

“I’m clean,” he said.

“So am I.”

He dropped his lips claiming her mouth as expertly as he was
claiming her pussy.
Kent
encouraged her to open her mouth and accept his invasion.

His tongue caressed over her lips and plunged inside to
stroke her own.

She moaned as his cock jerked inside her pussy.

Hands dropped down to her hips.
Kent
pulled all the way out of her
and then plunged inside her over and over again.

The grip on her hips tightened as he rode her body hard.

“I’m not going to last,” he said.

Lana gripped his arms as he went to his knees changing the
angle. Her ass rested on his thighs, and his cock was still deep inside her
body.

“So fucking tight and sweet,” he said.

She cried out as her climax started to build. The tightening
began in her stomach and started to spread out over her body. Her nipples
tingled from the pleasure.

In three hard thrusts, Lana had her release as
Kent
cried out.
His cock jerked inside her as his seed filled her womb.

****

Collapsing on the bed,
Kent
pulled Lana against him. Her
wonderful soft body moulded to his like it was always supposed to. Their bodies
were dotted with perspiration. She curled up against his side without saying a
word.

“Our relationship has changed now, you know that right?” he
asked.

She tensed beside him. “Please, don’t spoil it,” she said.

He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “I’m not
spoiling anything, Lana. You’re my woman, and your place is by my side. You are
mine.”

“You keep saying those words,
Kent
,
and none of them make sense to me. Why am I yours? What is going to change?”
She tried to pull away from him, but
Kent
stopped her.

Pulling her on top of him,
Kent
seated her over his cock,
which was still inside her. His fingers sank into her hair. The length fanned
out around her. Her breasts hung in front of her, and the red tips of her
nipples tempted him to suck.

“Everything is going to change. For one, you’ll be moving in
here. I won’t take no for an answer. You’re going to make this place your home,
and we’re going to have pictures of our life together.” When she made to argue,
he pressed his lips against hers, silencing her. “We’re going to tell my family
about our relationship.”

“What relationship?” she asked. He silenced her again with a
kiss.

“We’re in a relationship. You’re my girlfriend.” She rolled
her eyes, and he slapped her ass. “I don’t care if the world knows about us.
You’ll still keep your cleaning job because I know how important your work is.
No more jobs other than cleaning. I’ll be at the office every night to make
sure you’re working. I like my office clean and tidy.”

“This is not going to work. You’re a billionaire womaniser,
and I’m a cleaner.”

He rolled over and thrust inside her. His semi-hard cock was
once again hard to claim her. Pulling out of her body, he slammed back inside.

She gasped. Her nails sank into the flesh of his back.

“That’s right, baby. I’m the one in charge, and just for
your information I
was
a womaniser.
Past tense.
It’s not going to happen again. You being a
cleaner, I don’t give a fuck. The world needs cleaners, and the world needs
billionaires. I want you, Lana. You can’t tell me you don’t want me.”

Kent
slammed
inside her, gripping her thigh over his hip as he deepened the penetration.

She cried out.

“Tell me, Lana. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop. I
know you have feelings for me, baby. Are you woman enough to admit them?” he
asked.

Biting her lip she stared up at him refusing to speak.
Kent
paused
inside her waiting for an answer.

“You won’t be fucked until you tell me the truth.”

“You’re the devil.”

“And you’re my servant,”
Kent
said.

She growled at him, slapping his arm. “Yes, I care about you.
I care way too much.”

Tonya’s words echoed through his mind. He’d wait for Lana to
admit her love for him.

He spent the day making love to her. Lana’s body was his to
love, and he showed every inch of her body his attention. She opened up
underneath him like a flower, accepting everything he gave her. Only when their
stomachs growled in protest did he let her leave his bed, and only then did he
let her wear one of his shirts with no underwear. She padded into the kitchen
in nothing but a work shirt.

“You look sexy in my clothes,” he said.

“The boob area is a little tight.”

“I haven’t got your tits, baby. Believe
me,
I have no problems with your assets in my shirt.” She slapped his arm.

“That’s a sexist thing to say.”

Kent
cupped her
breasts in his palms and ran his thumb over the tips of her nipples. They were
so full and perfect. He was addicted to the feel of them in his hands.

“No, I’m speaking the truth.”

He lifted her onto a chair and then moved toward the
counter. Picking up the cold coffee they hadn’t drunk, he tipped the contents
down the sink and started on making another.

“Aren’t you worried about what the press will think?”

“Why would I care what the press think?”

“You’re a billionaire, Kent. Your reputation has been
related to supermodels, actresses, and whatnot. I can’t compete with them.”

He moved to her. Stroking her cheek,
Kent
felt an
answering pulse in his groin. “They were for fun and sex. This is way more than
you think, Lana. I’m not giving you up. You’re real. They’re not.”

Going to the fridge he selected several leftovers for their
meal.

“You’re turning your back on being in the limelight, aren’t
you?” she asked.

Kent
mixed
together the remains of the salad to go with some chicken. “Being with my
family over Christmas and seeing how my siblings are with their kids
have
reminded me of everything I gave up. I love my work,
but it’s not the be all and end all of me.”

He handed her a plate of food and took a place next to her.
While he ate,
Kent
caressed her thigh.

“We’ll move your stuff into my place. I’m not kidding, Lana.
We’re doing this. You’re staying with me, and I won’t have any arguments about
this.”

She pushed the hair off her face. “This is insane. We’ve
gone from friends to lovers.”

“This is where our relationship has been heading. You should
know that, baby. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“So I was a woman you wanted to fuck.”

“What?” he asked.

“You said you didn’t befriend women. The only women in your
life were for fucking. I’ve become one of those women.”

Lana stood and moved around to dump her meal in the trash
bin.

Kent
followed
her. He grabbed her around the waist and pressed her against the fridge.

“You’re not one of those women. You never were.” He lifted
her in his arms and proceeded to show her how much more she was.

Chapter
Eighteen

One month later

After
Kent
fucked her against the fridge that day in his apartment, Lana’s life
dramatically changed.
Kent
didn’t accept no for an answer at all. When she returned to her apartment she
found Seth, Eric, and his father and Penny waiting to help move her stuff into
Kent
’s place. Penny
embraced her like a daughter.

“You’re part of the family now,” Penny said. The words had
filled her eyes with tears. Lana had never been part of a real family in the
way the
Andersons
were.

They spent the entire day moving her stuff to the cars where
they drove to
Kent
’s
place and unloaded. All of her stuff actually fit into four cars.

When she unloaded her possession next to
Kent
’s she’d
been shocked by how little she owned. In her small apartment she’d felt success
on a large scale at what she owned. The truth was pitiful. She’d gained more
than her old life allowed but less than
Kent
.

Kent
’s a billionaire. You can’t compare to him.

She kept to her cleaning job at night.
Kent
tried to
distract her from cleaning. She refused to bite. He’d given her a credit card,
which she refused to use. Cleaning was something she loved doing, and
Kent
wasn’t
going to take that away from her. Lana figured if she worked elsewhere instead
of inside his building, he would have encouraged her to quit. There was no way
she’d rely on
Kent
.
His money had nothing to do with why she loved him. Nor did his body have
anything to do with her feelings. She loved his body, but it wasn’t everything
about him.

Kent
’s mind was what
appealed to her. She loved the man he was when no one else was around. His
never ending teasing and humour reeled her in like a fish on a hook every time.
When his arms surrounded her she really thought she could fight the world.

There was only one problem … her past. She still hadn’t told
him about the demons that plagued her. Frank had backed down from trying to
blackmail her. She found out from Mitch that he’d been prosecuted by the police
after he assaulted an ex-partner. Lana shivered whenever she thought about her
ex. The danger he once posed her was now gone, but her past was there.

Sometimes in the middle of night she’d wake up in a cold
sweat expecting her mother to come knocking on the door. The fear was so acute
it made her feel sick.

Kent
would find
her looking over the city. His hands would rub her arms, and they’d go back to
bed where for a few hours the fear would disappear. Each day, the fear kept
intensifying.

He had a right to know about her past. The guilt she felt at
not speaking grew every day.

She changed for work and made her way to the Anderson
Corporation building. Mitch drove her each night she worked.

“You look a little glum today, Lana. Are you all right?”
Mitch asked.

“I’m thinking.”

“Sometimes it’s good to ease the soul with thoughts that
leave a sad face,” he said.

Lana smiled at him but didn’t say another word. She typed in
her security PIN at the building. After grabbing her cleaning equipment she
made her way up the stairs to
Kent
’s
floor. She saw the light on in his office.

He’d been working overtime the last few days on some kind of
overseas deal. She listened to everything he said about work even though she
didn’t understand all the terms.

She started working on cleaning the office. Their story had
done the rounds in the newspaper, but when another playboy got an heiress
pregnant her story had soon died down. No one was interested in a cleaner, especially
when
Kent
threatened them if they printed anything bad about her.

His hands wrapped around her waist as she was leaning over a
desk.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get here,”
Kent
said.

She lifted up, and his hands cupped her breasts. Lana moaned
as pleasure shot up her spine. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, and he’d
kept to his promise. Not a day went by when he’d brought her to climax at least
twice.