Everything He Fears (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #2)(2)
Author: Thalia Frost

I moaned as his hand came around to my clit. He massaged me until I thought I’d fall down, my legs trembled so.

“Isn’t there a bed on this thing?” I murmured as his hand cupped my chin from behind. I knew my pulse was racing under his fingers.

“Yes, but I can’t wait for that now. Plus, I want you where I want you, and that happens to be right here. Do you have a problem with that?” He taunted me with the question.

I closed my eyes, overcome with the desire and need in his voice. “No.”

The need? What could a billionaire need that I could give him?

I didn’t have time to wonder long. He bent me over deeper, and my ass pointed into the air. My cheeks grew warm at both ends.

This is insane. I’ve never done anything like this…barely done this at all and certainly not in the air on a private jet.

“I’m going to get you ready.” His voice was a deep rasp that sent shivers up my spine.

He gripped my left hip and ran his finger along my crevice. My skin goose pimpled all over at his intimate touch.

I must be mad, totally mad. He’s just going to do whatever he wants to me and then dump me, probably in Venice.

I sucked in a breath, distressed at the thought.

“Just relax, Lacey,” Rock growled, mistaking my tensing up for fear of what he was going to do.

I closed my eyes and tried to do just that. A finger slid inside me, and he stretched me. I moaned with the pain of it at first. He responded by inserting another  well oiled digit ever so slowly into me.

A billionaire has his fingers in my ass.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. The moment was too raw, too real. No man had ever handled me like this. There had been a quickie of sorts like this in the dark under the covers. And it had been more pain than pleasure.

He plunged several fingers inside me and pulled me closer against him. Rock nipped at my ear, sending darts of desire through me.

I am so wet.

Rock slid his fingers out of me slowly.

The crinkling of a wrapper signaled that he was getting ready to use more than his fingers. My pulse quickened as he kissed the side of my neck.

“We’re going to have a fabulous trip, Lacey.” He spoke, and I felt the hard press of his c**k against my entrance.

“I hope so.”

“I promise you.” He moaned and stretched me as he pushed inside me slowly.

I took deep breaths as he stopped to plant a string of kisses down my neck, his tongue sucking and swirling. I groaned at the sensation of him half inside me and his mouth on my skin.

“Please,” I whispered, suddenly wanting him inside me all the way.

“In my own time.” He popped my ass with his hand—hard—and I cried out. Rock gripped my hips, his fingernails digging in to my flesh in an exquisite torture.

I let out a ragged breath.

“And my time is now.” He spoke in a harsh whisper, driving himself all the way into me and pausing there for a moment. Rock cupped my right breast in his hand, kneeding it as a shudder ran through me. “How’s that?” He whispered, his other hand sliding down to my clit, so slowly I thought I’d die before it made the journey.

“Good.”

“Just good? Really?” His voice held a smirk.

He knows he’s got me where he wants me.

His fingers massaged my clit, electrifying my nerves endings. I took a shaky breath, and he pushed his digits inside my pu**y.

I leaned back against him, already on the edge of orgasm as he teased my nubbin with one finger and drove in and out of me with the others. The feeling of his c**k in my ass made me want him even more.

“I said bend over. Grab your ankles.” He smacked my ass again, and I hurried to comply. He pulled his c**k out of me, and I felt strangely empty.

Gasping, I let the seat go, my palms slick. I grabbed my ankles, fire burning down the back of my legs at the quick contortion.

“Hold on to them, sweetie. Oh, that looks so nice. You’re so sexy, Lacey. I could do this all day…and night.”

Rock cradled my upper thighs in his hands now. My cl*t was still on fire, wanting his touch.

Instead, he slid pushed inside me again, so slowly that I whimpered with needing him. He filled me completely. I moaned, the angle taking him deep inside of me.

“That’s what I want right there. You’re so tight and sweet, Lacey. I want to burrow inside you…to just…” he trailed off.

Is his voice shaking?

I hazarded an awkward glance at him, craning my neck to see him behind me. He pummeled into me again, finding a rhythm now. My muscles were tensed, taking what he gave. His c**k hit all the right places—ones I’d never known existed in my ass.

I must have imagined the emotion in his voice.

“I’m going to come. I need this, Lacey. I need you.”

I couldn’t deny the near desperation in his voice.

“I’m yours.” And with those words, I felt I’d sealed something…something bigger than I’d ever dealt with before.

A deal with the billionaire, and it’s not just about the sex, a little voice said in my head.

I whimpered as he ran his fingers along my thighs, pounding into me now with no mercy.

Me? He needs me with the sexy stewardess on board? I was sure he’d bent her over and made her touch her ankles a time or two on the jet. I swallowed at the thought, jealousy rising inside of me, even as my cl*t tingled at the sounds he made.

Rock bellowed, jerking me against him in a vise as he spasmed into my body. His breath came in harsh gasps.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever been closer to anyone, and I hardly knew him.

The thought filled me with a loneliness like I’d never known and a longing I couldn’t understand.

It’s just good sex, just a job, even if it’s a crazy one. Best not to see it as more.

He slid out of me and pulled me up straight. His hands were on my tits, and he massaged them, eliciting a low groan from me. I still was far from satisfied, but he’d never promised I would be. I leaned back against him as his teeth grazed my neck. He sucked at the flesh there until I wanted to beg for more, sure he was making a mark. He caused me pain in the motion, even as my pu**y throbbed for him to be inside me.

“Turn around.” He eased me around to face him.

He bit his lip, and I wanted to devour him. The stubble on his cheeks drove me wild with needing to touch him. I did, running my fingers along his jawline and then down to his chest, the shirt still on, half open.

Knowing he hadn’t taken it off made me even hotter.

He gave me a hard look and then knelt in front of me on both knees.

I couldn’t believe it. Heat rose in my cheeks, and my belly tightened with desire. He slid his hands along my inner thighs, teasing at first.