The Billionaire's Secret: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 5) (12 page)

Jake and Astrid walked back with her parents to their house, and they all gathered in the kitchen. Sally had been in the middle of making breakfast before they’d left, so they all sat at the table and enjoyed some coffee and pancakes.

Astrid was confused and worried about her sister. It was true they didn’t get on, but it sounded as if she’d genuinely gone missing. How the hell were they going to get her back? Astrid understood why her parents had alerted Daniel to this situation, but he was such a sleaze – she wondered whether he’d be much help at all. Really, they needed the national law enforcement involved… the CIA or the FBI. But how did you even go about contacting those types of people?

“So you
don’t
think she’s run away?” Astrid asked, sipping her coffee. “Not that you can actually run away when you’re nineteen.”

Martin sliced his pancakes. “Look, we didn’t want to say anything in front of Daniel or those journalists, but we had a call from a man saying Emma was with him, and if we wanted to see her again, we should wait for him to call back and follow his instructions. We hoped Jake might be able to help.”

“Sounds like a kidnapping,” Jake said. “Sure, I’ll do all I can. I’d better get rid of those journalists first somehow. Maybe I’ll call Joseph and ask him if there’s anything he wants me to say to them. Hopefully the headlines tomorrow won’t link me with Emma’s disappearance. Joseph doesn’t need that kind of negative publicity.”

Astrid smiled. It was so sweet it was that Jake was more concerned with Joseph’s public image than his own reputation.

“Jake, we know you didn’t do anything to Emma,” Martin said. “I just want you to know that.”

“Thanks, Martin.”

Sally rested down her knife and fork. “And we certainly don’t trust Daniel – never have. The way you figured out what Emma had done yesterday was impressive. We hoped perhaps you could help get to the bottom of this too.”

“Well, okay, let’s start right here... Do
you
have any idea who could’ve kidnaped her?”

“We can’t think straight,” Sally said. “We don’t have any money, so it doesn’t make sense why anyone would do this.”

Astrid’s phone rang in her purse. She grabbed it. “It’s probably my supervisor. I need to send my report on Graves today… Hello?”

The voice was croaky and deep, sending shivers down her spine. “Astrid Lawrence?”

“Yes?”

“Your sister’s with me…”

Astrid’s heart lurched with terror. She quickly put the call on speakerphone. “Where is she? Don’t you hurt her!”

The voice remained level and calm. “If you ever want to see your sister again, meet me in the parking lot of The Marquee Club in NYC at nine o’clock tonight. Come alone. No cops, just you. Understand.”

She gazed at Jake, who nodded. “I understand,” she said. “But who are you? What do you want?”

“Come at nine tonight and you’ll find out.”

Astrid opened her mouth to ask for more information, but the line went dead. She stared at the phone, then into the faces of her worried parents.

“Can we trace the call, Jake?” Sally asked.

Jake was as super-cool as ever. “Possibly. I’ve got a few friends in the telecoms industry who might be able to help. But if that guy’s got any sense, he would’ve called from a phone booth – which won’t tell us much other than his general location.”

Astrid gazed at her phone. “I guess I’ll have to go meet him. Give him whatever it is he wants in exchange for my sister.”

“No,” Jake said. “That was a bait call, Astrid. He’s trying to goad you into meeting him – then who knows
what
he might be planning. I’ll go instead.”

Astrid suddenly felt useless, out of control. “I’m coming with you.”

“No you’re not – there’s no way.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. This is my little sister we’re talking about. I’m coming.”

Martin tried to placate her. “Astrid, I really don’t think –”

“I don’t care what you think. The caller specifically said he wants me to come. If he wants me to be the bait, I will. But if
you
go there, Jake, guns blazing without me, it might actually put my sister in danger.”

Jake watched her with his big brown eyes. “I’ve dealt with this sort of thing many times before, Astrid. I don’t want you getting hurt. I might not be able to protect you.”

A stab of dread spiraled through her, but a wave of inner-strength crashed through her fear, giving her a renewed confidence, driven by sisterly love. “Well… I’m going to The Marquee Club this evening whether you like it or not. My mind’s made up. I’ll be there to make contact with the kidnapper as per his instructions, and
you
can be there for back-up. I’ll do all the initial talking, then you can charge in and save the day.”

Jake gazed at her in silence. Astrid held his eye contact, unable to believe she’d spoken to him like that. So assertively. He’d helped to awaken a new Astrid, and now it was time to find out what she was capable of.

“I’m really not interested in saving the day,” Jake said. “Just in getting your sister back.” He glanced at Sally, then back at Astrid. “Look, sweetheart, it might be dangerous. And it’ll be crowded at the venue. You hate crowds.”

Astrid sat up tall. “Well, then, perhaps it’s time I learned to like them. You tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it.”

He pushed back his chair and stood up. “All right, you win. Come with me.”

She stood too. “Where are we going?”

“Out back.” He glanced at Sally. “Is it okay if use your backyard, ma’am?”

Sally nodded slowly. “Sure…”

****

Astrid quickly showered and dressed – finding some clothes in her old bedroom – then she joined Jake in the backyard. She’d always loved it out here. The backyard was actually a huge field surrounded by a dilapidated fence, which backed on to a sprawling woodland. Astrid and Emma had grown up running around freely and enjoying the wide open space here. Perhaps that’s why she so hated confined places now…

It was sunny today, and Jake halted in front of her – pulling her close, kissing her gently on the lips. “I’ve got something long and hard for you, which I’m going to put in your hand, all right?”

Lust rushed through her. She knew her parents couldn’t see them from the house, but she was still nervous about doing anything sexual with him out here. She stepped away. “Don’t you think we should focus on getting my sister back?”

“Absolutely,” he said, grinning. “You ever used a gun before?”

“Of course not, I’m an office clerk.”

“Well, if you insist on coming with me tonight, let me show you, okay.”

He pulled out his gun. Nerves rippled through her chest at the thought of firing it. “I’m not carrying a gun.”

“No. But I want to show you how to use it. Just in case.” He wandered over to the far end of the field, then picked up a discarded paint pot and propped it up on the fence.

She followed, feeling quite excited about the prospect of shooting the target. She’d never done anything like it, and it seemed subversive and empowering.

“We’ll just try to hit the paint pot, okay,” he said.

“All right.”

He stepped behind her and wrapped her in his arms. Arousal pounded hard between her thighs, and she tried to get a grip, but he was so dominating and commanding.

“You hold it like this.”

He placed the gun in her hands and wrapped his own hands around hers. Then he kissed her on the cheek.

She chuckled nervously. “Don’t distract me.”

“Well, you never know what distractions you might face in a conflict situation – I’m just preparing you.”

“I doubt the enemy will try and kiss me.”

“I dunno, you’re pretty kissable.”

She smirked. “Just show me what to do.”

“Okay… wrap this hand around here – that’s it. And now the other hand here, so you can rest your index finger on the trigger. And then you need to take aim at the target….” He pressed his strong thighs tightly against hers from behind. “Jesus you’re hot…”

She laughed, relaxing a little. “I’m definitely getting warmer.”

“Okay, now press both feet firmly on the ground – a lot of this is about your posture. Lean your weight back into your heels.”

She leaned back and felt his glorious cock rubbing against her ass. A wave of lust took her breath away, but she forced herself to remain calm.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Absolutely fine.”

He let go of her hands and stepped back slightly. “Fire whenever you’re ready.”

She focused all her attention on the paint pot, pretending it was the bastard who’d kidnapped her sister. Then, drawing on all her anger and passion, she squeezed the trigger. The gun fired loudly and the paint pot flew off the fence – as Astrid flew backwards and landed in Jake’s arms. She burst into laughter.

He helped her stand straight and she glanced at the paint pot – which was now on the grass. “Oh my god, I hit it!”

He took the gun out of her hand. “Good shot…”

“Thanks, not bad for a first attempt, huh?”

“You did good. We can have another couple of practice shots, then…” He grinned devilishly. “There was something in your room I noticed yesterday that I wanted to take a closer look at – okay if we go up?”

She gazed into his gorgeous eyes. “Just what
is
it you want to inspect more closely in my room?”

He pulled her close and kissed her hard. “You, sweetheart. And your bed…”

It was strange being back in her childhood bedroom. Astrid had checked that her parents had gone out before bringing Jake up – making her feel like a naughty teenager. The room was still in a mess after Emma’s ransack two nights ago, and – to try to distract herself from what she was actually here to do with Jake – Astrid picked up a wooden chair off the floor and positioned it in front of her vanity table, then she started to pick up the clothes from the floor that Emma had tipped out of the drawers. She could feel Jake behind her, watching.

“We’ll clear up later, sweetheart,” he said. “Let’s make a mess of the bedcovers first.”

She turned and smiled shyly at him. He threw her a cocky grin and beckoned her with his finger. She slunk over to join him and they kissed. There was something contagious about Jake and his powerful confidence that infected Astrid as he eased his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. She’d been strangely empowered by the gun lesson. Obviously she hoped she’d never need to use a weapon like that, but just firing it had been fun and thrilling.

Just being near Jake – and enjoying the attention he bestowed upon her – was boosting her confidence and self-belief. Jake was showing her how much fun life could be. Sex was fun too, she realized now. He was brave and cool, and she wanted not only to be with him, but to be
like
him too.

As the kiss grew in intensity, Jake leaned heavily into her, making her feel dominated. But she suddenly wanted to take the lead.

She pulled away and gazed at him with a straight face. “Sit down on the bed. I’ve got something for you.”

He frowned inquisitively. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Sit down and I’ll show you.”

“All right.” He sat on the edge of the bed, not taking his eyes off her. “I hope it’s your tight smooth little body. I can’t wait to be fucking you into a frenzy once again.”

“Oh really? Well, this time
I
get to say when that happens…”

He smiled, impressed. “Sounds good.”

He watched her, waiting to be entertained. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly unsure of herself, but then she remembered what her therapist had once told her.
Fake it ‘til you make it
. Obviously the context had been different, but the phrase was apt here. Astrid closed her eyes and pictured the sexiest stripper she could think of, then she allowed the image to possess her – to
be
her. Suddenly she wasn’t Astrid Lawrence – health-and-safety officer. She was Mistress Astrid – striptease artist and lap-dancer extraordinaire. She grinned with the thrill of it. This was like being a child again, remembering how to play. But in a much more adult situation.

She opened her eyes and realized Jake was still watching and waiting. She turned and grabbed her phone to find a song with a slow sensuous beat – inciting her inner-vixen. Then she stood tall and stepped close to where he was sitting – staying far enough away so he could look but not touch.

Feeling his gaze sink into her body, she reached up and brushed her fingertips over her neck and collarbone, dropping her head back slightly and setting her face into a sultry expression. She glanced at him and tugged the hem of her shirt, lifting it to reveal her stomach as she ground and swayed her hips from side-to-side, then she moved her hands smoothly and lightly – touching herself in a way that felt good, and hopefully looked hot.

Moving in time with the alluring music, she undid the buttons of her shirt, slowly teasing each one open – making Jake stare, captivated – then she pulled her shirt back over her shoulders and reached up to run her fingers through her long hair. She posed like that for a moment, still swaying her hips. Pride soared through her sexually-charged body as she watched Jake frozen with his mouth open – clearly enjoying this visual foreplay.

She had him in the palm of her hand, and it felt fantastic.

“Jesus…” he whispered.

She gazed powerfully into his eyes as a wave of lust pulsed through her. He grinned as she removed her shirt completely and threw it at him. He caught it, then wrung the cotton material in his hands, clearly frustrated at not being able to join in.

“For your eyes only…” she purred.

Astrid pulled her skirt up to her ass, then turned around and swayed it temptingly in front of him. She glanced over her shoulder and winked, which made him chuckle with an impressed smile. Bending at the waist, she stuck her ass in the air, and ran her fingers down her leg to grab her ankle. Thankfully, her daily yoga routine had made her flexible, and she was very grateful for it now. This pose made her feel strong and in control. She knew she possessed his complete and utter attention…

She stood straight again and turned to face him, slowly removing her bra, and arching her back, emphasizing her feminine curves.

“Like it?” she asked, reaching up to fondle her breasts – making him desperate to touch her.

“Hell yeah.”

She strutted toward him – topless in her skirt and panties – and bent at the waist, leaning over him. He reached out for her and tried to kiss her on the lips, but she pulled away at the last second and chuckled. He laughed too, groaning with frustration.

She stepped away again, and peeled off her skirt, then she gazed into his eyes and slid her hand into her panties.

“I’m so horny,” she whispered.

“You are…”

She skimmed her fingers gently over her clit, which felt delightful, knowing her audience was captivated and dying to touch her too... She reached up her other hand to fondle her breasts, dropping back her head and enjoying the thrill of being watched masturbating.

“Do you want me?” she asked.

He sighed heavily, and shook his head. “More than anything in the universe, sweetheart.”

She grinned. “I want you to beg, Jake. I want to hear you begging for it.”

He laughed. “Cheeky, girl. All right – I’m begging you. Get over here now and let me finish you off.”

She chuckled and remained standing on the spot – bending at the waist and flicking her hair – feeling like she was in a shampoo ad. The effect it had on Jake was incredible. He was trying to remain cool and in control, but she could see he was squirming with desire.

“You’ll need to try harder than that, Jake Quinlan.”

“I’m so hard for you,” he said. “I need to feel your tight pussy all around me.”

She hooked her fingers into the sides of her lacy panties, determined to finish this striptease. She was incredibly horny now, and couldn’t wait to be fucking him hard. But it was good to draw things out like this – she knew all this anticipation would ultimately enhance the intensity of her orgasm – she’d experienced that when
he’d
teased
her
last night.

She slowly peeled her panties down, writhing her body and making horny groans in time to the music – dropping her panties to her ankles, and kicking them his way. They landed in his lap, making them both laugh.

“Great shot,” he said.

She smiled coolly, and stood there sizzling. He beckoned her over. “Come ‘ere, sweetheart – you’re driving me insane. I need to fuck you into paradise.”

She strutted over to him. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

She planted herself in front of him and reached out to ruffle her fingers through his hair. He reached out and caressed her breasts, then leaned forward to suck a nipple in his commanding lips. The lust crackled through her, forcing a grin onto her face from an overload of gorgeous pleasure.

As she stood between his thighs, she relished how thrilling it was to be naked while he was still fully clothed. He shot her a devilish grin, then ran his hands down her curvy waist and grabbed her ass in his strong fingers. He licked his way down her stomach and bent to suck her throbbing clit, then he buried his face in her thighs and ran his fingers up her bare flesh, delving them into her wet pussy. She enjoyed controlling the pace and pressure by grinding her hips into his mouth from her standing position.

“You’re so bad for teasing me like that,” he said, gazing up her at. “Now it’s my turn to tease you.”

“Oh no,” she said, stepping back and grinning. “I’m in charge here.”

He smirked. “Is that so?”

“It sure is.” She ran her fingers through his hair, gently pulling his head back to force him to look up at her. “And I want to fuck you hard.”

She pushed him by the shoulders and stepped forward, forcing him to lie down on the bed, then she undid his pants and pulled out his cock, which was straining with desire. She could feel him watching, so she climbed on the bed and arched her back for his viewing pleasure – pushing out her breasts. Then she slowly bent to lick up the pre-cum from his erection.

“Hmm, so good,” she whispered, knowing the feel of the vibrations from her lips would enhance his arousal.

“Oh god, Astrid…”

She cupped his balls and sucked the tip of his cock, maintaining sizzling eye contact as she bobbed her head up and down. Jake’s expression cracked and a painful grimace swept across his face, but she knew he wasn’t in pain. Far from it.

She reached over and found a condom in his wallet – which she rolled over his cock – then she shuffled forward and straddled him. She gazed down into his eyes – which were full of lust and wonder – then she grabbed his forearms and moved them above his head, holding both his wrists with one hand.

“Help, help,” he said, laughing tenderly. “I’m trapped!”

She laughed and kissed him on the lips. “Yes you are. And now I’m going to get my fill.”

She lowered her breasts in his face, holding him in place. He stretched his lips up to suck her nipple, pretending to struggle in her grip. “Let me go so I can touch you,” he said, grinning.

“All right. As long as you promise
not
to behave.”

“I promise.”

She let go his wrists, so he reached down and held his cock upright for her, then she lowered herself over him. She was wet from the striptease, but he was big, so she sunk gently – easing herself over him and enjoying the thrill of him stretching her and filling her up.

She sat up on his pelvis, and gazed into his eyes. “I love your cock.” 

“I love you in this position,” he said.

Reality jolted for a split-second. Had he just said he
loved
her?

“You’re so beautiful,” he said – glossing over his mention of love. “The most amazing body.”

Astrid opened her mouth to reply, but Jake suddenly pulled back his hand and spanked her hip, which took her breath away. He gripped her hips with his masterful hands and started to rock her slowly back and forth, grinding her clit into his pelvis, as his glorious cock skimmed her G-spot. Usually when she was on top, Astrid would do most the work, but Jake’s strong shoulders and upper-arms were easily able to move her backward and forward, faster and harder, without
her
needing to do much – other than straddle him and enjoy the ride.

He quickly worked her up into a frenzy and the orgasm caught, throwing her over the edge of reality and pulling her mind into a wonderful place of ecstasy. Her body was suddenly engulfed in euphoria and she felt totally connected to Jake – as if they were one. She clenched her thighs tight around him, groaning loudly with each wave of pleasure – which took her higher and higher into bliss.

She heard herself call out his name in passion. “Yes, Jake…
yes
!”

At the sound of her groans, he pulled her harder against himself, enhancing the pleasure even more – sending her flying into absolute perfection. Pulse on pulse, wave on wave of joyful bliss.

She slowly drifted back to reality and opened her eyes – taking in the hunk who she was so lucky to be straddling. He was incredibly handsome – she adored his muscular toned shoulders and amazing broad chest. His face was sculpted and masculine, but there seemed to be something lighter about him now. That rugged scowl had softened slightly and she could see a more innocent-looking Jake shining through. She wondered whether that had anything to do with her.

He smiled tenderly, lightly massaging her thighs. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

She smiled shyly. “Thanks. That was amazing… did you come?”

“Oh
yeah
!”

She laughed. “I lost all sense of reality. I didn’t even know what was going on anymore.”

“Glad to hear it. Thanks for the striptease – you’re so fucking hot, Astrid.”

She laughed, and collapsed down onto his chest as his strong arms fell around her. “I’ve never done anything like that before. But I really enjoyed it.”

“Well, I’m honored – it was pretty fucking hot for me too.”

Reality crept in from the sidelines, and she realized they needed to talk. She kissed his warm pec. “So what’s the plan for tonight?”

“We’ll get there early and wait separately. You’ll meet the kidnapper as agreed, and I’ll hang back. There should be somewhere I can take cover. As soon as you’ve made contact, I’ll spring out on him and demand he hands over Emma. Any questions?”