CHAPTER TWENTY – THE BILLIONAIRE AND HIS SEXY SECRETARY #2
Jonah nods, then pulls out a battered pack of gum, offers me a piece. I decline. He chews a stick, hands in pockets, silent for a bit.
“You know, you’re the first person Talon’s ever written about,” he says. “I think every other character truly was fictional. And I think he was scared of how much he loves you.”
I nod. “Yes, I know.”
He smiles, small and lopsided, and it almost makes me like him.
Before either of us can say anything else, the door swings open and Talon’s head pops out. “Hey, Kitten. You want to come in? I have an announcement.”
Jonah and I share a look. I don’t like this person, but at least he apologized and will be leaving soon.
“Duty calls,” I say, pushing off the rail.
Inside, everyone’s crowded around the fireplace. Talon’s standing in the center, a bottle of good bourbon in hand, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He waits until I’m next to him, then loops his arm around my waist, holding me close.
“I just wanted to let you all know,” he begins, “that Angel’s Share has been optioned for a film. And—” he pauses for effect, squeezing my hip— “the studio wants Kat to co-write the screenplay with me.”
There’s a stunned silence, followed by a volley of congratulations. Simone screams and nearly knocks over a lamp, Malcolm gives an approving “Ha!” and even Erasmus manages a smile that cracks the granite of his face.
Renee claps her hands. “That’s amazing! Will you be the on-set couple who makes everyone else uncomfortable?”
I laugh. “We’ll try our best.”
Jonah raises his glass from the back. “Hell of a sequel, you two.”
The rest of the night is a blur of clinking glasses, messy hugs, and impromptu toasts. Simone pulls me aside and says, “You realize you’re a legend now, right?” to which I can only reply, “I’m just happy to be done with the prequel.”
Later, as the last guests file out and the fire burns low, Talon catches me in the kitchen, presses me against the counter, and kisses me with a hunger that’s only grown since the first day we met.
“You in for this?” he asks, breath hot against my cheek. “The movie, the writing, the whole damn mess?”
I look at him, really look, and for the first time, there’s no fear, no doubt, just the giddy certainty that I belong exactly here, right now.
“Yes, one hundred percent,” I say. “Let’s make something beautiful.”
With that, he hesitates, then pulls something from his pocket—a small metal key ring, cool and heavy, with two keys and a tiny owl charm. He offers it in his palm like he’s afraid I’ll drop it.
“I know this is a little sudden because we just finished the renovation, Kat, but I love you and want you to move in with me,” he says, voice lower than usual. “Both here, and at the city place. No secrets, no bullshit. Just you and me, and whatever else you want to bring.”
The words hit me with a crash of joy. “You mean it?” I ask, not daring to touch the keys yet.
He nods. “It’s not a proposal,” he clarifies, holding up his hands. “I’m not that much of a cliché although I do want to marry you someday. But it is—” his gaze softens “—the start of something better than a story. A life. With you in it. If you want it.”
I stare at the keys, then up at him, and my chest fills so fast I almost float off the floor. I reach out and take the ring, feeling the weight settle into my hand, heavy and bright as a promise.
“I want it,” I whisper, and then I’m kissing him, wine and heat and relief all tangled on my tongue.
He lifts me like I’m nothing, carries me to the office, and sets me on the edge of my new desk. I giggle, kicking off my shoes. “You trying to initiate me or something?”
My boyfriend grins, dark and gorgeous. “I thought we’d make some memories on your first night in the renovated place.”
I run a finger down the front of his shirt, waggling my eyebrows at him. “Hmmm, what’s the scenario then? Boss and subordinate? Professor and wayward student?”
Talon leans in, breath hot at my ear. “I want you to be my saucy secretary. The one who always ‘forgets’ to wear panties in front of her billionaire boss. I think you already have some experience with that.”
“I do,” I purr, then hike up my skirt to show him I’m already prepared.
His eyes go hungry, and the next thing I know he’s on his knees, hands spreading my thighs, tongue flicking up the length of my slit.
I arch against the desk, gasping, clutching at the smooth, cold surface with both hands as he devours me like he’s starved.
He takes his time, alternating between gentle licks and eager, greedy sucking until I’m squirming, so close I can taste the finish line.
Then he stands, bending me forward, face pressed to the desk, ass in the air.
I hear the rip of his fly, the sound of a condom wrapper, and then the head of his cock at my entrance.
He slides in slow, bottoming out with a groan. “You’re so tight, Kitten,” he murmurs, and the filthy satisfaction in his voice makes me clench even harder.
I buck back against him, desperate, my forehead pressed to the glass desktop as he fucks me deep and slow. “Harder,” I plead, “I want it hard.”
He delivers, grabbing my hips in both hands and pounding into me, desk shuddering beneath the force. I feel the edge building again, spiraling up with every slap of skin and sound of his voice.
“Open wider,” he commands, and I do, spreading my legs so far my thighs ache. “You like being used, don’t you? You like being fucked by your boss?”
“Yes,” I gasp, and mean it with every atom.
He slides a hand down, circles my clit with rough fingers, and the orgasm hits like a freight train. I scream, high and raw, and Talon rides me through it, shoving deeper, filling me until I lose all sense of up or down.
“Fuck, baby,” he pants. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
When he comes, he lets out a roar, slamming into me so hard the whole desk skids an inch across the floor. We collapse together, tangled and gasping, laughing and breathless and absolutely, perfectly ruined.
We stay there, draped over the desk, panting.
After a while, Talon shifts us to the couch, wraps me in his arms, and nuzzles the side of my face.
“Hey, Kitten,” he whispers. “Did you like that role-play?”
I giggle, nuzzling against his bronzed chest.
“I did, actually. The billionaire boss thing really turns me on. We should do that again.”
He chuckles, the vibrations coming from deep within his chest.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t all role-play actually. That thing about me being a billionaire? It’s real. I got the latest update from my accountant, and—well. You’re dating a man with nine zeroes in his bank account.”
I blink, astonished. “You’re a billionaire?” I whisper.
Talon nods and then winks.
“Angel’s Share pushed me over the threshold. You are officially dating a man worth ten figures.”
I press my face into his neck, still giggling. “Yeah, but Talon, I don’t care if you’re broke or a billionaire. I just want you. My reclusive mountain man with the rough hands who knows how to handle an axe.”
“Good,” he says, and kisses me long and soft. “I’ll always be that for you, sweetheart.”
And in that moment—arms wrapped around the man I love, head buzzing with the promise of a glorious future—I know that I finally get to write my own happy ending.