Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
A ubrey
I’m fully absorbed in my work when a heavy knock sounds at the door.
Startled, I shriek and teeter on the step of the ladder.
Strong hands grip my hips from behind, and I’m suddenly balanced and held perfectly still over my feet by Billy.
“Whoa.” My hand flies to cover his. “Okay. I guess you got me.”
His face is that blank mask, but he seems reluctant to let me go.
I can’t say I mind.
After a moment, his grip eases, and he strides to the door without another word.
A delivery guy stands there with three large bags. Must be lunch–it smells heavenly. Like Thai food. He takes bags and tips the guy cash.
“Are you hosting a lunch meeting?”
He turns and frowns at me. “Why do you say that?”
“Are you going to eat all that food?”
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got one of everything.” His voice is grumpy, like he’s pissed off he had to order one of everything for me.
Like he couldn’t have just asked me what I wanted.
One of everything is what he sent to my door the night he drove me home from Sentience.
“Who in the world is going to eat all this?”
He doesn’t answer, ignoring me and walking the food to the kitchen.
Suddenly aware that I’m starving, I trail behind him. I check my phone–it’s already one-thirty. I worked straight through my usual lunch time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize it was past lunchtime.”
“I heard your stomach growling from in here.” Billy plops the giant bags of food on the counter and starts taking out and opening containers.
Seriously, there’s enough food for ten people here.
“That is when I could hear it over your singing.”
Oh God. I was singing out loud. I feel my face get warm, but I quickly force the embarrassment down.
I lift my chin. “Singing is part of my process. If you don’t like it, you might need to find another place to work.”
Yeah, I definitely crossed the line now.
Billy’s eyes glint in the light. He shows no irritation or trace of emotion on his face. “Did you sing at Sentience?”
I’m blushing again.
“Well, I don’t know. I wasn’t aware I was singing out loud until you pointed it out.”
He arches a brow like he doesn’t believe me.
“I think you just want the attention.” He cocks his head.
With that sculpted jaw and sharp gray eyes, he’s sexy as fuck, and I wish I weren’t acutely aware of that fact.
His voice drops to a low purr, and his lids droop slightly. “Do you want my attention, Aubrey?”
What a bastard.
I want to slap that smug expression right off his face even as my nipples harden into stiff points.
“Oh, trust me, Suit. When I want your attention, you’ll know it.”
His gaze trails from my face, down my heated neck. He angles his head to peer at my side-boob in the gap between the bib of my overalls. I purposely wore the bikini top because it highlights the swell of my breasts when you look at me from that angle.
He’s pointing out that he’s aware of that fact.
He knows I dressed for him.
Gah–that I wanted his attention.
Dammit!
He makes a show of lifting his head and meeting my gaze. “You sure about that?” He flicks his brows.
He brings his fingertip to the buckle on my overalls. “If I unhooked this, what would I find, Silver?”
“Silver?” I try to catch up, confused. First it was Cafe Girl. Now Silver.
“Silver. For the ring in your nose. And navel. You call me Suit. I call you Silver.”
His fingertip caresses the button. I want him touching me , rather than the metal. My skin. My nipple.
He noticed my belly button ring. He has a pet name for me. I wasn’t wrong that he’s into me.
“Are your nipples hard for me, Aubrey?”
My pussy clenches. “No.”
The corners of his lips lift in a ghost of a smile. “Liar.”
He brings his other hand to the buckle. “I’m going to unbuckle just one side of your overalls to find out. If I’m right, you leave it unbuckled the rest of the day.”
Of course, the ruthless businessman likes to strike bargains. God, I want him to. I want to take this thing between us another step. What would be the harm?
Except my pride is at stake. I don’t like letting him win at anything. He’s a white cis male billionaire who works on Wall Street. He already owns the world. He could have any woman.
But I’m not any woman.
And I’m not going to let him seduce me so easily.
I bat his hand away. “No deal.” Then I cross the line by reaching out and pinching his nipple. Beneath the crisp, thousand dollar button down and the undershirt, I feel the thick stub of his man-nipple, and it’s hard, like mine.
“Looks like you’re the one who’s hard,” I taunt.
He grabs my wrist, moving lightning fast. “Now who’s touching without consent?” His voice is low and dangerous.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the threat, even though I’m 99 percent sure it’s all sexual.
Oh God.
Something crazy happens to me while he’s holding my wrist. The flesh between my legs doesn’t just squeeze. It spasms. I’m having a mini-orgasm just from having my wrist clamped by Billy Billions.
His nostrils flare, and he lowers his head and inhales, as if he’s breathing in my scent.
Before I know it, my back hits the kitchen cabinets. “Do you like a dominant touch, Aubrey?” His voice is pure sin. I didn’t know you could pack that much sex, lust, and innuendo into a few words.
Another orgasm drives up to the cusp.
“N-no.” The backs of my knees tremble. Heat flushes down my arms and legs. Between my breasts.
I have a hard time catching my breath.
“Another lie. I just made you come when I grabbed your wrist. You’re about to come again now, aren’t you?”
Oh God.
I am.
My inner thighs shiver. Everything in me coils, like a mousetrap set to spring.
I’m pissed as hell at myself when a little whine of submission comes out of my throat. No. I’m not going to lose this battle. I’m not going to–
“I won’t move another muscle.” He’s so close, his breath is warm on my face. His blue eyes have a strange, silvery glint to them. “But I’ll bet if I just moved my knee between those sweet thighs and give you something to press against, you’ll give me another one.”
“I…won’t.” My voice sounds strangled. I’m too mesmerized by my body’s reaction to him to throw it back in his face–something I’m normally adept at.
“Should we test it?” he murmurs.
I don’t want him to.
Wait–yes, I do.
Do I?
I never want to give him the upper hand–I know that much. But damn, if I don’t want to let this moment play out. I know he’s right. I could grind down on his thigh and come– hard.
Harder than a moment ago.
I try and fail to swallow. Then I manage to croak, “On your knees.”
The only way I will come again is if I get to take back the upper hand, and he services me.
Again, he moves faster than I would’ve thought possible. Like a gun already loaded and cocked, he yanks my overalls down on his way to the floor. His thumb catches my clit even before he’s ripped my panties to the side with his other hand.
I brace my hands on his broad shoulders, pushing away even though I want him closer. The moment he presses my nubbin with the pad of his thumb, I come, but he doesn’t wait for me to finish. He goes in for the kill.
His tongue slides between my exposed labia, and he penetrates me with his middle finger.
“Jesus!” I gasp. My orgasm pulses around his finger, every muscle below my waist shaking and clenching.
He pushes the hood of my clit up and gets his lips around it, managing to suction them over the tiny bundle of nerves. He slides a second finger inside me, curling them to stroke my inner wall.
I cry out, squeezing more.
I can’t believe I’m still orgasming. We didn’t even have sex. Well, I guess this is sex, but I usually need penetration to come.
“Billy…”
He pauses and looks up at me. His lips shine glossy with my juices, and his eyes have a weird silvery glow to them–the way a cat’s catch the light at night.
His expression is feral, but some of the wildness fades as he looks at me, and then smugness sets in.
Damn him.
My stomach growls.
His brows lower, and he eases his fingers from my sopping channel and puts them in his mouth to suck my juices off.
I thought he was going to pick me up and carry me to the bedroom.
I mean, this was foreplay. Now we could’ve scratched the itch we both had and gotten it over with.
Maybe even call this whole mural farce thing off afterward.
Although I already used the fifty percent retainer he sent me to pay down my student loans, so maybe I wouldn’t push for that.
But apparently, he thinks we’re done. He pulls my white lace panties up–the ones I wore to match the white bikini top–then slides my overalls back on.
My belly flutters as he does. It’s weird to let him take care of me this way.
Not weird because I don’t usually let guys take care of me–I do. But weird because I wouldn’t have thought he was capable of it.
I wouldn’t have thought he knew how to be intimate. Or tender.
I remember what Madi said–that he’s very good at knowing what people want.
But I gave him no reason to believe I want anything from him besides ripping him a new one every time he walks in the room.
He slides one of the straps over my shoulder but unbuckles the other one, letting the front bib fold on the diagonal to expose my breast. Then he brushes the back of his knuckle over my peaked nipple. “I was right.”
Billy
Aubrey tastes like heaven. Like something foreign and familiar at the same time.
Like mine.
It’s a damn good thing I jacked off earlier, or I wouldn’t have been able to hold myself back. I would’ve yanked her down to the floor and fucked her into oblivion.
But as it is, I won this round. I gave her a hint of the pleasure she could have with me.
Now she’ll want more.
The first taste is free.
The next time, you’ll pay for it, darling.
She’ll pay with her submission. I want her body and soul. Fully surrendered to me. Mine for the ravishing.
Right now, she can’t decide if she’s pissed or pleased with me. She’s weighing whether I have the upper hand.
If she needs to fight back.
I let her regain her dignity by turning to the cabinet and pulling out two plates. “What would you like to eat?” My voice is almost friendly. My usual clipped tones have softened into something warmer.
I can’t deny the buoyancy in my body. My wolf celebrates getting hands on the lush human.
It’s satisfying despite the fact that she’s everything I don’t want in my life. I may love the way she tastes, but I definitely don’t need anything more from her. My life is complete without a chaotic artist who shatters my sense of order and structure.
Who invades my sanctuary and makes it into her personal playground.
I hand her a plate, and we make eye contact for a moment as she accepts it.
I swear I see the exact moment she decides to just relax and let me take care of her. The oxytocin from the orgasm is probably flooding her body with feel-good, bonding sensations.
That’s right, Silver. No sense in fighting me.
I always win.
It’s just a matter of how you want to feel as you go down.
She could enjoy having my dick down her throat. Or she could choke on it. Either way, it was going to happen.
That was a crass metaphor only, of course. I never take a female without full consent.
I watch her pile food on her plate, and my wolf preens at having satisfied her in two ways today.
But she hasn’t satisfied me yet, the ruthless businessman in me protests, examining whether the trade was fair.
Not true. I am satisfied. I have her exactly where I want her. In my penthouse, beholden to me. Working for me. I have her juices on my tongue, and she just gave me two beautiful orgasms.
My wolf is satisfied.
I am satisfied.
I can’t fucking wait to see how she looks when she begs for more. Or how she looks when I give her a ride on my dick.
I’m suddenly harder than marble.
Fuck, I wait until my erection lowers before I take my food to the table by the window where she’s already invited herself to sit.
No sense in giving her any sense of power.
My goal is to completely strip her of it and leave her breathless and begging for more.
She may not know this, but there’s no negotiation I haven’t won.
She pops her earbuds in when I sit down, her version of giving me the middle finger. I hear the cheesy strains of 80’s pop coming through them.
She eats quickly, then stands, and waltzes to the kitchen, where she rinses her plate and drops it in the dishwasher. I half expected her to leave it in the sink as another message to me, but doing her fair share is likely too ingrained in her.
She wasn’t born into pack royalty like me or Brick. She works hard for her money.
She starts singing “Manic Monday” loudly as she sashays back to the living room.
Now she’s just fucking with me. I have virtual meetings this afternoon with my team members. I can’t have her voice be heard in the background, no matter how gorgeous it is.
Especially because of how gorgeous it is.
My wolf hackles suddenly rise in possessiveness. Mine.
No one else gets to hear her.
See her.
Touch her.
Because he sends a rush of aggression to the fore, I snap, “No singing.”
Aubrey stops and slowly turns to look over her shoulder. “I require music to work.”
“I have meetings this afternoon. I require perfect silence.”
Her chin tucks down, a smile spreading across her lovely face. That smile is a warning. If she was a wolf, she’d be ready to pounce.
Her eighties music obsession must be rubbing off on me because the first riff of Running with the Devil starts to play in my head.
Fuck. This human doesn’t know she’s dealing with a big bad bully.
This should be fun.