The Billion Dollar Pact: Waking Up with the Boss (Billionaire Brothers Club) / Single Mom, Billionaire Boss / Paper Wedding, Best-Friend Bride

Need. The word punched him like a fist. Jake didn’t know what was wrong with him, not having been able to control his hunger for her. She was right about tomorrow. They would have to figure things out. Normally he didn’t concern himself with incidentals. But he was in bed with a woman who worked for him. That wasn’t something that could be ignored.

But for now, morning was a ways away.

Taking what he wanted, what he craved, he kissed his newfound lover with heat and vigor. Twin moans escaped their lips. She wrapped her legs around him, and he moved his mouth to her neck and bared his teeth, nipping her skin.

Euphoria surged through him, so right, so wrong, so hot and pulsing. Was this how addicts felt when they slammed drugs into their veins?

Jake rolled over so Carol could straddle him. While she rode him, he touched her, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples. He liked how pink and pretty and pebbled they were.

She braced her hands on his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh.

“Harder,” he said.

With those neat lady’s nails still sharply in place, she rode him deeper, doubling the euphoria. As she rocked forward, setting an erotic pace, a breeze from the window stirred the ghostly white curtains, sweeping air through the room.

Jake imagined that the sea was rising, crashing in orgasmic waves, coming closer and closer to the moonlit shore.

Caribbean fever, he thought. He had it bad.

“I promised myself that I wasn’t going to seduce you this weekend,” he said. “And now I am.”

Her hair fell forward, soft and shiny around her face. “Yes, you definitely are. But I had a hand in it, too.”

“Yeah, you did.” She had sent him that text urging him to be with her. He switched positions again, gulping frantic breaths in between numerous kisses.

Once he was on top, he pounded her harder and faster. By now, she was clawing his back.

Was she leaving long, sexy scratch marks? Telltale signs of passion? He hoped so. He wanted to be marred by her, to have every aspect of his fantasy fulfilled.

His skin was filled with fire, tattoos and all. Uncta was going into shape-shifting mode, and Eskeilay was hopping through the grass in her earth-womb.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

As if he could. He was on autopilot, moving like a sex machine, desperate to come.

So was Carol apparently. She met him stroke for stroke, maneuvering her body in ways that maximized the pleasure. Only, she seemed to be doing it naturally, unaware that she was so sexy. Jake actually envied the Goody Two-shoes who married her, simply because the lucky stiff would get to be with her every night.

“You’re a hellcat in bed,” he said.

Her voice went husky. “I’m not, not usually...”

“So I just bring it out in you?”

“I don’t know.” She clawed the crap out of him again. “Probably.”

He gazed into her glowing green eyes. Was this how she would behave on her wedding night? Sweet and sensual and animalistic? “Your future husband can thank me later.”

She writhed beneath him. “You’re cocky, Jake.”

He glanced down at where their bodies were joined. “So I am.”

She followed his line of sight. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Then why are you enjoying the view?”

“For the same reason you are.”

Because being together was exciting. Because they both wanted to remember how it felt. How it looked.

Jake shifted his hips, making the moment hotter.

In. Out. Deep. Deeper.

Carol gasped, and a haze of hunger enveloped him, his body jerking, his erection pulsing, his vision glazing till he could barely see at all. She was falling, too, his orgasm triggering hers. Or maybe hers had jump-started his? He was too far gone to know.

Sensations slammed between them, and she clung to him, making breathy sounds in his ear. His personal assistant.

His very personal assistant, he amended.

When it was over Jake was beaded with sweat. He withdrew and dropped down on top of Carol, needing to drag as much air into his lungs as he could get. But what he got was the scent of sex, mingled with her citrus perfume.

She skimmed her fingers down his spine. Gone were her claws. There was just softness now.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

She nuzzled his shoulder. “Isn’t it a little late to be asking me that?”

He grinned in spite of himself. “I meant, am I too heavy?”

“No, you’re good.” She traced his tailbone. “I’m not an itty-bitty breakable thing. I can take it.”

He could have stayed there all night, luxuriating in her curves, except that he needed to get rid of the condom. “I’ll be right back.”

Jake got up and went into the bathroom to do his thing. When he returned, she was sitting forward in bed, with the sheet partially covering her.

“I should take a picture of you,” he said. Beside her, the ghostly curtains were billowing again.

She tugged the sheet closer. “You better not.”

It was tempting, to say the least. “You just look so pretty, that’s all.” Mussed up and wearing the jewelry he’d given her.

“Thank you, but we don’t need that kind of evidence from this night.” She patted the space next to her. “Now, come back to bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He hopped into the spot she offered. “So what kind do we need?”

“What kind of what?”

“Evidence from this night?”