Seduced by the American Millionaire (5 page)

"Jenny. Open your eyes. " She did as he asked, and felt the stunning impact of his gaze. She closed her eyes against the alarming wave of emotion.

"Open your eyes. " His voice was deep, strong and cajoling. She felt the magnetic force of his attraction, and let him have his way. Her eyes looked into his.

He reached between them and found her warm, wet opening. He guided himself to her. She felt the head of his broad, thick penis pushing in. Her eyes closed in automatic response.

He stopped. She waited in agitated excitement for him to continue. He didn't. He held himself still above her, the sound of their ragged breathing breaking the silence.

She opened her eyes in confusion and lifted her hips.

He pushed in. She closed her eyes.

He stopped. Her eyes flew to his.

"I want all of you. Don't shut me out. " Richard's voice was gravelly. He held her gaze as he tightened his buttocks and pushed himself all the way in with one long stroke.

Shock jarred through her at the double impact of his invasion and the emotional link he demanded.

The pleasure was bewitching. He stroked her, long and smooth. Passion and need built. She could feel her orgasm approaching. It was so good.

"Leave your eyes open. I want to see you come. Give me that. " His words pushed her over the edge and her world splintered around her as she let him look into her soul.

Richard felt her body clench and spasm around him as he watched her orgasm take over her whole body. It pushed him over until he was hammering at her and tension exploded in a release so violent he felt it all the way to his soul.

He dropped his head to her chest and tried to breathe. He was stunned. Stunned by the way it was between them. He'd had sex with more women than he cared to remember. It had never been so good. So damn consuming. His arms tightened around her.

He was slowly coming back to focus and felt her quiver beneath him. He looked up and saw her eyes closed and a single tear running down her face.

His gut churned with possessiveness and need.

He was so fucked.

Chapter Six

Jenny woke up to sun shining through the French doors and the wonderful smell of coffee drifting on the air. She looked around and the tantalizing memory of last night came back. She stretched and sighed. The bed was so comfortable. She had slept the whole night through after falling asleep in his arms.

Richard was absent from the bedroom this morning, but the signs of his occupation were all around her. The covers beside her were thrown back where he been the night before. A towel lay on the floor where he had dropped it after his shower, damp and discarded. And a cup of coffee sat on the bedside table next to her, still steaming and meant for her.

She sat up, reached over and took a tentative sip. It was creamy and sweet, just like she liked it. It steadied her nerves but at the same time it dismayed her. How could he know how she liked her coffee? Was she that easy for him to read?

Wherever he was, he was showered and dressed. She was naked, and her clothes were spread out all over the house. She felt more than a twinge of agitation.

She did not know the protocol.

Before anxiety got out of control, he appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in totally disreputable cargo shorts and a faded yellow t-shirt that had seen better days.

He carried her cami in his hand.

She clutched the sheet to her chest and set the cup back on the table. She pushed her hair away from her face.

"You looking for this, babe? " He held the slender straps of her shirt out on one long finger. He strolled toward her. He looked down and tugged the sheet.

She held tight.

He tugged harder and she let go. He gave her one, all-encompassing look and then swiftly put the cami over her head. She lifted her arms and he pulled it down in place.

Richard stood back and saw the way the cotton molded and clung to her breasts. Her nipples tightened as he watched. The scent of sex clung to her from the night before. The musky smell hardened him. The wild mane of her hair begged for his touch. The attraction he felt for her was indisputable. Her allure was undeniable.

But she looked small and vulnerable.

He had taken from her mercilessly. He needed to give her a respite.

"I have some work to do downstairs in the study. Would you like a bath? Take whatever time you need and then we can fix some breakfast, okay? "

"I don't want to be a bother. I need to get home, anyway. "

"Do you have to work on Sunday's? " He was already moving toward the door.

"No, but I-- "

"Do your kids need you today? " He turned and waited.

"No, I just think-- "He cut her off again.

"Get in the tub, Jenny. " He turned and left the room.

Jenny jumped and ran half-naked to the bathroom. Damn, that man was good at giving orders!

She came down the stairs an hour later feeling more in control. She looked around his beautiful home and found him in a room that was no doubt his study. A huge mahogany desk sat in the center of the room and bookshelves lined the walls. State of the art technology was unobtrusive.

The room had a masculine feel, with dark leather furnishings and black and white prints decorating the walls.

The difference between this room and his office in the bar was dramatic. This room was polished, refined. It was the study of a rich man. The office at the bar was utilitarian, non-descript. Its purpose was functional and practical. It was an office used to make money. The office of a businessman.

He heard her approach and looked up. "You all finished, Angel-face? " She was dressed in white shorts and a tight little red shirt. Her hair was soft and newly washed and she had on no make-up that he could tell. Her feet were bare.

She looked gorgeous.

"Yes. " She waited in the doorway.

"Then come here. " He rolled his big chair back away from the desk and patted his lap.

"No, I don't think so. " She crossed her arms over her chest like she was defending herself against him.

"You've been getting your way for the last two days. It's my turn. " With that she turned and left the room.

Richard watched her admiringly as she sashayed off down the hall. The bewitching curve of her rear end beckoned to him.

It was her turn, huh? Yeah, he wanted in on that game. He got up and followed her to the kitchen.

Jenny stood in the center of the room and turned all the way around. The room was huge and had everything a cook could dream of. Granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. A triple oven and a large ceramic cooktop. There was a stainless steel warmer, and a built-in coffee station.

The kitchen was huge, modern, but had a definite cozy ambience, as well. A brick fireplace took up one whole wall, and it had a built-in pizza oven. There was a breakfast nook adjacent to it where you could sit and sip your coffee and feel the warmth from the fire on cold winter mornings.

The brick continued on and encircled a curved, wrought iron door that led to a wine grotto. The beauty and comfort of the room soothed her soul. She had never been in a room like this before in her life. She felt the room down to her bones.

"This is beautiful, Richard. "

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. "

"No, I mean it. It's an amazing room. " She touched her hand on the surface of the big, scarred, pine table that stood center stage in the room.

He answered her back with a grin. "Well, if you like it that much, maybe I can talk you into making breakfast? "

They sat on the terrace and sipped the last of the coffee as they watched the boats go by. The mood was quiet, still and comfortable. Richard couldn't remember the last time he had ever felt so at peace in a woman's company. She was soft and gentle, and undemanding.

She hadn't blinked an eye at his suggestion that she make breakfast. She fell into it with an enthusiasm and playfulness that was relaxing. He had moved around beside her in the kitchen as she found the things she needed and proceeded to make him the best breakfast he'd had since his mother died.

She didn't seem to mind the feminine work and he didn't think there was a motivation behind it. None besides hunger, anyway.

For the first time, he saw her eat with an appetite.

"You cook really well, Jenny. Thank you. " She flushed and took another sip.

"Thanks. I think your kitchen did most of it. "

"I don't think so. It never does that for me when I walk in there. " He smiled and continued.

"You seem to be the perfect woman. You cook great. You make your own money. You seem to have raised responsible kids. God knows you're hot in bed. "

She watched him warily and wondered where this was going. "Is there a question in there somewhere? "

"Sure. You must have divorced him, right? No sane man would ever want you to get away. Was he mean to you, did he hurt you? " He almost didn't want to know the answer. Just thinking about her being hurt by a man was tearing his guts up.

"Not the way you mean. He never physically hurt me. Basically, what happened was that we grew apart. He cheated on me. It started early; when I was pregnant with the boys. It was a dangerous pregnancy, twins often are. " She paused. Maybe that would be enough of an answer for him.

It wasn't.

"Go on. "

She took a breath. "The doctor wouldn't let me have intercourse after the first trimester. " Her voice became softer. "I tried to be a good wife. I tried to make him happy w-with " She couldn't go on. She was too embarrassed to say it.

He searched her eyes. Saw her embarrassment. It finally dawned on him what she was trying to say.

"Are you telling me that you were still making the bastard come, even though you weren't supposed to be having sex, and he cheated on you anyway? " His voice was a roar. He all but yelled it.

She nodded. "The marriage deteriorated from there. We stayed together for the boys. And now it's over. "

"Yes, It's over. " His voice had an edge of finality and satisfaction.

He had found an angel by accident.

The drive back to her house that evening was accomplished in silence. Both were consumed by their own thoughts. The day that passed had been enjoyable.

After breakfast, they had cleaned the kitchen together. When it was finished, she had looked around and sighed. He had grabbed her and kissed her. They had ended up naked in each other's arms on the big pine table.

From there, he had been determined to treat her to whatever she wanted.

She wanted to see the newest chick flick at the cinema. He accommodated that wish. But he picked up her hand at the beginning of the movie, and never relinquished it.

It was like that the rest of the day. They went wherever she wanted. Ate whatever food she was hungry for.

But he was always there. Dominating her with his presence. Monopolizing her time as if it were his own.

And now, as he drove her home, she couldn't help wondering at his motives. What purpose did he have? She never expected anything more from him than the short, sexual affair she knew he wanted. But even now, as they pulled into her driveway, a thrill went through her.

He still held onto her hand.

"Let's get you inside, babe. " The night was dark as he came around and opened the door for her. She fumbled with her key and he took it from her and smoothly opened the front door.

"Stand here and let me check it out. " He strode past her.

"Check it out? "

"Make sure everything's okay. That it's safe for you to be here by yourself. " He walked off and Jenny stood there and waited.

She liked this compulsion of his to make sure she was safe. Earlier, he had locked the car doors when he went in a convenience store to get her a diet drink.

If their time together was over, she was going to miss this. She was going to miss him.

He came back to her. "All's good. Come here and kiss me bye. " He lifted her hand and dragged her to the door.

His arms encircled her waist and he rocked his pelvis against her in a smooth, teasing motion. "Do you have to go into the office tomorrow? " he asked.

Tomorrow was Monday. She did. "Yes, for several hours in the morning. "

"Okay. I have to be at the bar till about seven. I'll swing by and get you about eight. Pack a few things and we'll grab some take out on the way to my house. " He pulled her in for a kiss.

She pushed against his chest and broke the kiss. "But Richard, I thought you said three days. I mean three nights. You said we would have three nights. I thought- "

He cut her off by putting his hand over her mouth. Her eyes flared. He tempered the threatening movement with a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I'm going to need more time than that. "

Chapter Seven

The next few days flew by for Jenny. She put in her hours for her job, both on-site and at home. She had time for a few personal things, as well. She spent some much needed time on bills and organizing her home office.

She refused to think about Richard when she was not with him. It wouldn't help the situation, and would only mire her in a deep, internal conflict between her desire to spend more time with him, and her need to protect herself from possible pain.

She decided to go with the flow. She wouldn't fight it, because she didn't think anything would come of it. After all, she truly wasn't looking for a relationship, anyway.

She did allow herself time to worry about Renee and Amy. She and Renee finally had the much-needed conversation about 'that' night.

They had a girlie hour on the phone exchanging sordid details and giving each other virtual high fives.

Jenny was relieved to find out that Renee's boss wasn't married anymore.

They still didn't have too many details about Amy. Something had definitely happened to her that night. They knew she was back at home, but she had been very vague about having been taken into custody by the sheriff's department.

That night had been alarming and astonishing for all three women.

But if Jenny's days were filled with the minutia of work and home, her nights were filled with Richard and enthralling sexual hunger.

Wednesday night followed the same set ritual as the previous two nights. He picked her up after work, grabbed some take out, and they went to his house.

After dinner, he slotted a DVD in the player, and she leaned back in his arms on the couch to watch the movie.

It soon became apparent that the film was not holding his attention. He crossed his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest. He nuzzled her neck. She felt her breasts swell. Her eyelids dropped to shut out the movie, and focus on the sensations running through her.

She loved the feel of his persuading lips on her ear. But she tried to concentrate because she knew she had something to tell him.

"Richard. "

"Hmm. " His hand slid around and encircled her breast.

"Stop for a second. " She put her hand over his. "I need to tell you something. "

His body stilled. "What? "

"Nothing really. It's just that I--I don't know if you have plans this weekend, but I'm going to Houston to see the boys. "

His jaw hardened. "I can't go to Houston this weekend. I've got business in Shreveport. Why do you need to go? "

"I've been going once a month since they moved. I just can't stand going very long without seeing them. I know it's silly, but I just can't. I'm not ready. Maybe the second year. "

"But nothing's going on there this weekend? I don't know, like family day or something?" he asked.

"No. Nothing like that. I'm just going to check into a hotel and pick the boys up. We'll visit and go out to eat and stuff. I just need to see them. "

"Well, just skip it this weekend, and I'll take you next weekend. " His voice was assertive, making a statement.

Jenny tensed. Her only purpose in telling him was because she was uncomfortable with letting Friday come, and not giving him fair warning of her plans. No way had she expected he might try to talk her out of going. She was disconcerted by his reaction. "Oh, it can't wait. They are expecting me. They've already worked my visit into their schedules. They are incredibly busy this first year. "

"It's not safe for you to be making that trip by yourself. That strip of the interstate isn't safe for a female travelling alone. Too many bridges, too much swamp land. You might stall out. Anything could happen. I don't like it. "

Jenny didn't know how to react to his demand. Obviously, she was going. Just as obviously, he wasn't going to like it. She stood and picked up their empty wine glasses. "I wasn't asking you. I'm telling you where I'll be this weekend. I'll be home late Sunday afternoon. "

Richard watched her turn and walk toward the kitchen. Anger at himself and her pulsed through him. Goddamnit! He knew he had no right to tell her what to do. Just as upsetting was his reason for not wanting her to go alone. Why the hell did he care so much? It pissed him off that it mattered one way or the other. Displeasure at his motives and irritation with her consumed him. He stood and followed her into the kitchen.

She stood at the sink, washing the wine glasses.

He came up behind her and immediately dominated her with his size. He reached around her and turned off the water.

Jenny froze in his arms. His intense masculinity dazed her. She knew that he would follow her in here. He wasn't going to be able to just let it go. Her refusal to let him have his way had provoked this. He had to be the one in control. He wanted to control her. He would assert his domination. And she was learning that she craved it.

His large hand claimed her breast. He moved her hair aside and she could feel him sucking on her neck, branding her. He moved his other hand under her skirt. He ruthlessly pushed the silk aside and started rubbing her clit.

Her legs gave out and she sagged against the sink.

He took full advantage and lifted her up. She heard the fly on his pants give and the rustling of clothes. He grunted and slid a finger into her and began moving it, bringing her wetness out. She moaned. His hand left her and he lifted her higher and opened her thighs and moved between them.

He pushed into her from behind. Heat and need clawed through her and she started climaxing at once. Her orgasm provoked him and he hammered at her harder, faster.

She hung in his arms, locked between his chest and the sink. She held on as he pummeled into her. She felt him stiffen and groan and felt the warm liquid spew inside of her. Her mind was dazed. Her body boneless.

He grabbed a cup towel that was within reach on the counter. He slowly withdrew himself from her body and put the towel between her legs. He lowered her to the floor and turned her in his arms. His hand cupped her intimately with the towel between them. She could feel her body releasing his semen. She knew he could feel it, too. He lifted her face to his.

"You better be careful this weekend. You got that? "

She numbly nodded her head in agreement.

Three nights later, Richard sat in a Shreveport hotel and tried to drink his black mood away. The hotel bar was crowded as usual for a Saturday night. He came here every couple of months on business, and never seemed to have a problem with it. The rooms were comfortable, the bar busy and eclectic enough to suit his tastes.

But tonight he just wanted to be alone with his drink. He hadn't slept well the night before. The bed was uncomfortable, the room gloomier than usual. He tossed and turned and couldn't seem to settle.

His business went without a glitch, having ordered and paid for another shipment of merchandise.

But he had a nagging feeling of resentment for having to be here, irritation for the travel in his schedule. He glanced up from his drink and saw a woman watching him from her seat at the bar. She was slim and blonde and attractive. Just the type he would usually go for. Take to his room and enjoy the rest of the night with. She smiled at him. He thought about what it would feel like to have her naked, spread on his bed. It could happen so easy. She looked easy. He would have to use a condom so he could stay clean for Jenny. He thought of Jenny's sweetness. His mood turned darker.

He finished his drink and set the glass down. He stood up. He needed something to make the dark mood disappear. He thought the blonde could do it. He could shut his eyes and put it in her and pretend she was Jenny.

Fuck! He couldn't believe his brain had come up with that. Anger at himself and with Jenny slid through his veins. He just needed some more time to get her out of his system. Then he could get on with his life and with blondes like the one at the bar. He thought of all the nameless, faceless sluts that dominated his world. Irritation pulsed through him.

He walked out of the bar and up to his room alone.

Jenny's weekend was much better than Richard's. She loved spending time with the boys, and nothing could change that. The three of them spent time lounging around the hotel pool, and she listened with proud amazement at what they were accomplishing this semester. Her boys continued to surprise her and always in a good way.

She was somewhat disconcerted when Mark told her that they thought she should start dating again. She looked at John, and saw the agreement in his serious, young eyes. "We want you to be happy mom, and to have someone. We don't want you to be alone. "

The idea was intriguing, and during the five-hour drive home, she contemplated the suggestion with happiness and excitement.

She pulled into her driveway at five-thirty. Her phone rang at six. "Hello? "

"Jenny. " Pleasure coursed through her at the sound of his deep voice.

"Hi. "

"Are you home? " His voice was clipped, impatient.

"Yes, are you? "

"Yes. I'll pick you up in an hour. "

"No. Wait, Richard. You can't. I can't spend the night over there tonight. It's Sunday night. I've got a million things to do. I haven't washed clothes in almost two weeks. The house is a mess. I-- "

He cut her off.

"Fine. I'll spend the night over there. Have you eaten? I'll pick up some food. "

She paused. She hadn't thought he would want to spend the night at her house. It wasn't like him. But she liked the idea. "Um, okay. No, I haven't eaten. "

"I'll see you at seven. "

Jenny hung up the phone as excitement gripped her. This affair she was embroiled in was getting deep. The repercussions of that thought dimmed her happiness. She still didn't believe that a bar could make the kind of living that he enjoyed. She didn't think he was telling her the whole truth. Or maybe not even half the truth.

But she still felt totally safe entrusting her body to him. He wouldn't hurt her physically. She knew that. Deep down, she knew that. And it wasn't like they were going to get married or anything. They were just sleeping together. That was all. Just sleeping together.