His Strict Requirement: Billionaire Secrets - Book Five (8 page)

No wonder the bastard was so good with kids - he seemed to have an instinct for everything childish.

For her part she was able to glean just a few additional details about him and his family. They had lost their father at an early age and their mother as well a short time later. He seemed to brush the events off as insignificant but it was clear he identified with Nena, even if he was too blind and messed up to be able to connect the dots.

As time wore on the guilt she felt about ultimately betraying his trust intensified. She wouldn't only be tearing herself away from Dale, she would be tearing Nena away from him as well, and for what? One stupid story about a Mafia kingpin who probably got no more than what he deserved.

If the story was the other way round and Boyevik had made Dale disappear then she would have gone to the ends of the earth to expose it, but just maybe the ethics of this case were stacked in favor of keeping things buried instead of exposing them to the cruel gaze of a perverse and unsympathetic world.

When Nena rejoined them the little girl was near incoherent as she described the adventures she had had with all of her favorite storybook and movie characters.

Then she noticed the makeover and change of clothes Aunt Lindsay had undergone.

"Aunt Lindsay, you 're dressed like a princess!"

In fact she wasn't, it was elegant evening wear that she had selected from a vast array after her pamper session, but Nena had never before seen her tough, dress-down aunt look so delicate and feminine.

Then the little girl looked up at Dale.

"Uncle Dale, you're Prince Charming!" Her mouth hung open.

He put a finger under her chin and clicked her mouth shut.

"Ready for a hot air balloon ride?" He said with that adorable, irresistible smile of his.

"A hot air balloon ride!" Nena started squealing and jumping up and down, holding Lindsay's hands and pulling her around in crazy circles.

Lindsay looked at 'Prince Charming', half in awe, half in desperation. He was burying her, that was for sure. How could she possibly say no this?

She sighed and shook her head.

You win for now.
She thought.
But this isn’t fair and you know it.

One day of happiness for the little girl, then that would be it, this game would be over no matter what it took.

Chapter Five

One hot air balloon ride later and Nena was finally ready to crash from the excitement and exhaustion. The three jaunted along together through their private wonderland in a horse drawn carriage, the little girl's head resting on her Auntie's lap her legs on Dale's.

Lindsay looked at her two companions. She had ignored the last three texts from Marco but he was getting more insistent. Her boss knew they were in Disney World so he might do something crazy like calling their offices and sending out a search party if she didn't respond. She took out the phone and began to tap in a short text.

"I'd love to know who it is who messages you every hour on the hour." Dale said.

"It's just work stuff. Don’t worry about it. Look, Dale, this has been wonderful, more than wonderful, but we have to talk. You know we can’t ignore this."

The carriage pulled up in front of the Floridian Spa and Resort and the concierge opened the door for them.

"It's been a long day." He said, gathering the child into his arms. "Let's get this little one to bed first before anything else."

"I need to be back in DC Dale. I'm not like you, I can't just take time off like this whenever you feel like it. I live in the real world where people have to show up at work in order to keep their jobs."

"Don't you think I have to work to do as well? Clay is all over me like a dirty shirt these days wondering what I'm doing with my time and I have to keep making excuses because of you."

"Because of me? What's any of that got to do with me?"

"It's got everything to do with you. I'd have no problem telling Clay where I am and who I'm with if I could be sure I knew what it is you really want from me."

"Okay." She said. "We'll put Nena to bed and then you can tell me what happened on that island. That's what I want. Nothing else. You'll know by tomorrow if you can trust me or not."

And I'll know if you're worth breaking all of my principles for.

He stood there holding Nena looking like a magazine image of the perfect male super model dad. It was almost infuriating just how desirable he could be on so many levels at the same time. There was still a huge part of her that felt like jumping him as soon as he turned his back and dragging him into a utility closet to have her way with him.

He nodded his head and lead the way.

They reached the suite and put the exhausted little mite to bed, smiling in her sleep with dreams of all the magical adventures of the day. The two adults went to the living room where Lindsay kicked her shoes off and installed herself on the couch. Dale went to the kitchen and then returned shortly with a small tray of hand crafted Belgian chocolates, a bottle of chilled Champagne and two slender Champagne flutes.

"If this is ugly truth time we can at least enjoy the refreshments." He said.

He seemed so calm. How bad could his story be?

He kneeled down on the floor and poured the Champagne. He had seen Lindsay a lot in the last six weeks but he had never seen her dressed so elegantly.

This was it.

One way or the other he was going to peel off that dress tonight and get the feisty, sexy little lady under him. He would tell her anything she wanted to hear to make it happen.

"Drink up." He said, handing her a filled glass. "Here's to honesty."

She raised it up.

"To revealing the truth." She said, feelings of guilt stabbing at her heart. And yet if she didn't tell the story then there was no reason to feel bad - she still had that choice to make.

"So come on." She said. "Let's get it over with. Tell me what happened. Do Nena and I need to be afraid of you and your family?"

"I'm going to tell you everything you could possibly want to know Lindsay, but like I said, this is a two way street. I need a guarantee from you that this relationship will get to the next level if I'm completely honest with you."

Her pulse began pounding again. The 'next level' obviously meant being fucked. And not just by anyone, but by the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. And not just a gorgeous man, but one who had been denied intimacy with her for over six weeks and who she was longing to take to bed herself. She imagine the giant case of billionaire blue balls he was having because she was scarcely better off herself. If ever she had suffered green G-spot or crimson clit or whatever the female equivalent was, this was the one to crown them all.

If they did it together tonight then it was either going to be epic or it was going to be an epic fail. They could wind up physically hurting each other, never mind about the emotional fallout.

"What if I don’t like what I hear?" She said. "What if I really do need to be afraid of you? If that's the case then you can forget about any next level. If you're the bad guy in all this, I don’t care who you are or how much I want to--"

She bit her tongue.

"How much you want to fuck me?" He said.

Her heart pounded at the words, her rapid pulse throbbing through her aching clit. They were raw, crude and exactly what she wanted.

He didn't wait for her to answer.

"Let's do it like this, so it's fair for everyone. I tell you something. If you like the sound of it then I get something in return. Agreed?"

"This is crazy.
You’re
crazy."

"Am I? You're here of your own free will Lindsay. If you don’t want this then now is the time to say so. I've been very fair and beyond patient with you. You say you want the truth so now I'm going to tell you everything. One clear fact at a time. You say you want me too so isn't it fair that you prove to me you mean what you say?"

There was a crazy logic to it. A crazy, sexy twisted logic that after a day of Disney magic and after six weeks of barely repressed sexual desired seemed not only to make sense but to be the only way forward.

"Go on." She said. "I'm ready. Tell me the truth, and don’t fuck with me. Don’t forget that I do this kind of shit for a living, so I'll know if you're lying to me."

"I wouldn't doubt it for a second." He moved close to her and leaned his hands on the edge of the couch either side of her knees while looking straight into her eyes.

His presence was like a wave washing over her and she tingled from head to foot. 

"Truth number one." He said. "We didn't kill him. Is that good?"

She nodded her head.

"It's good. If it's true. But what about proof? I'll need proof."

"That can be arranged."

"How soon?"

"By tomorrow. I'll take you to see him."

See him?

A thrill ran through her. This could be it. He was still alive, no doubt imprisoned somewhere, but still alive. If she could get proof then the story would be complete and this madness would be over.

"Now I get my reward." Dale said.

She nodded her head and then froze as he deftly placed his lips against hers. The heat of passion sent an entirely different thrill through her this time. His head lowered to her neck and she arched back her head and ran her fingers through his thick hair.

"What are you doing?" She said breathlessly and pulled his head roughly away from her. The action sent a jolt of excitement through him.

He was nearly there now. After all the waiting and the game playing he would finally take her tonight. No fuck that, we were talking a matter of minutes at this point, before she would be writhing beneath him in his bed.

"That's the deal Lindsay. I tell you the truths you want to hear and you demonstrate the truth to me about how you feel."

He was being underhanded, but God she was loving it.  His head descended to her neck again and it took everything she had to resist.

"Where is he?" She said and roughly pushed his head back again, tugging against his hair and making him go taut with excitement.

"I can’t tell you that." He said.

She shook her head. "I don’t like that. Without proof there's no truth. Tell me what you did with him."

"We handed him over to the authorities. The FBI to be precise. How do you like that?" He ran his hand up along her inner thigh and the proximity to her starving, wet pussy made her back arch in needy response. He was inches away from her and he had never placed his hand there before.

He was claiming new territory.

He went to place another kiss but she pushed him away again.

"How? How did you do that and not end up in jail as well? You kidnapped and imprisoned him? I need the truth Dale or all of this means nothing."

"Mayweather and Hargrave supply technology and high level security services to the US government. We handed him over to the people we trust the most at the very highest levels of authority in the intelligence community and we did so on condition of absolute immunity."

He moved his hand higher and then cupped her softly, firmly between the legs making her release a soft, involuntary moan. He pressed the heel of his hand to her pussy, his fingers sliding seductively beneath her. She felt her insides contract in rapt, silent, soaking pleasure. The feeling of being owned and controlled was complete and she was loving it. Her most personal places were literally in the palm of his hand and he was massaging, squeezing, almost imperceptibly but just enough to send waves of sexual response spreading out into her hips and thighs, down her legs and up into her abdomen.

Dear God, it was even going all the way to her breasts, making her nipples erect and hard.

"Fuck…" He gasped. "Lindsay, you're so goddamn wet for me already, I don’t know how much more of this I can take." He palmed her more intently, pressing down onto her clit from the outside, moving and massaging everything inside her like some master of the female form.

If she came now, before he even did anything else to her, would that count as using him? Would that count as a lie? Would she have used and abused her so-called journalistic dedication to the truth just to get her own filthy kicks?

"I've got to meet them." She said. "I've got to see for myself that this is true."

"Whatever you want, I'll do it. You can meet them. Is that good enough? Are we ready now?"

He didn't wait for an answer but instead removed his hand from her hot, wet crotch and slid it under her hips while sliding another arm under her shoulders and sweeping her up from the couch.

"Where are we going?" She said.

"Where do you think we're going?" He growled.

They quickly reached the bedroom and he kicked the door shut behind him with a flick of his heel.

"It's time to take this relationship to the next level." He said and dropped her down in the middle of the huge, soft bed.

She pushed up to her elbows and looked around in a daze of excited confusion. He had asked for the bedroom to be prepared with flowers, rose petals, soft candle light and beautiful essential oils.

What the fuck?

"What's going on here Dale?"

The cocky bastard had been so sure all along.

He pulled off his jacket and undid his tie.

"Don’t talk Lindsay. Strip."

She felt it again, a back arching desire to respond to him with absolute obedience that defied all logic. He had talked her into this. The room had been booked and prepped long in advance - just like her. She had been all dressed up in his choice of clothes, then wined, dined and charmed to point where she was ready to be fucked.

Her breath quickened as Dale paused to look down at her on the bed. His perfect hair was just tousled enough from her hands to make the transformation complete from sexy take-charge-alpha-male-hero into mouthwateringly edible, irresistibly sexy, take- charge-alpha-male-sex-God.

"I'm waiting." He said.

Her locket had been recording all the time. It was his voice on there and he would have a hard time explaining the things he had just said to her whether she could prove them or not. If it was true then the man was a hero and she would keep to her word. If he was lying then she would destroy him and ruin his billion dollar empire in exchange for one night of sexual obsession that she desperately wanted every bit as much as him.

Either way, she was coming out on top.

"I'm done waiting Lindsay." He said, taking a step closer. "If you won't strip yourself then I will have to do it for you. I've been visualizing peeling you out of that sexy little number for the last three hours anyway."

The battle between her mind, her heart and her aching clit threatened to drive her over the edge.

I still need more.
She struggled to maintain control.
I still don’t have this story, still don’t have the truth. Once I have the story then I can make up my mind what to do.

"We're not there yet Dale." She forced herself to say. "I need to know you’re not lying to me… for Nena's sake." Her stomach knotted up. Was she using Nena again or was it the truth? How low was she willing to get the truth out there? Could the end really justify the means?

He began unbuttoning his shirt and then slowly removed it. For a man who so clearly intended to make love to her until she begged for mercy he was incredibly controlled in everything he did. He breath quickened again as she witnessed the hard, muscular, chiseled male flesh revealed to  her. He had the most perfect set of ripped abs she had ever laid eyes on.