Billion Dollar Stranger - Stephanie Brother Page 0,25

helping hand at the start. My family gave me the start-up capital, which I paid back later."

Nicole nods, and I wonder what she thinks of me now. Would it be more impressive to her if I'd worked my way up from the bottom? Is she impressed that I admitted I'd had a helping hand? Why the hell do I care so much?

I struggle to imagine how hard it must be to start out with debts to repay. It sounds like Nicole is very financially exposed, and it's a feeling that I cannot profess to understand. I don't like knowing that about her, but we aren't in a relationship, and her problems aren't mine to fix. I'm pretty certain that she wouldn't want me to fix them either. She seems like a very independent person, a trait that I respect a lot.

"You know," she says after a while. "I take it back. This food is amazing. I feel like I'm getting healthier as I eat it!"

"Sean is worth every penny."

"Does it always come back to money for you?" Nicole laughs.

"No," I say smoothly. "It always comes back to fucking." She shakes her head, and I smile. There really is something about shocking a woman that turns me on. "Finish your food, and then we'll go and do what we came here to do."

"Okay, boss," Nicole says in a terrible American accent, bringing her hand to her forehead in a clipped military salute.

"Forget the food," I say, loving how sassy she is but wanting to wipe the smirk off her face all the same. I grab her wrist and tug her to her feet, then slip my hand into the back of her hair and grip tightly, pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips are soft, and her mouth tastes of soy sauce and palm sugar, a mix of sweet and salty that is just like her.

She rests her hands on my thighs and leans in further until her body is pressed in close to mine. I've been thinking all morning about what I would do to her. I've been fantasizing about her hair fanned across my pillow, hands attached to the bedposts, and legs spread by my hands. I've thought about fucking her in front of the windows, pressing her breasts against the cold glass, imagining who might be watching from surrounding buildings.

Now that Nicole is with me, none of those options seem right. Our kisses are so passionate that I want her now. I want things to flow without the interruptions that a change of location will bring.

I draw my hand up to unbutton her blouse but leave it and her jacket on, the fabric hanging open, giving me a perfect view of her lace-covered breasts. Her breathing is fast as I run my finger slowly between them and then gently follow the line of her bra to the strap. I push it down over her shoulder into the sleeve of her blouse. Her little pink nipple comes into view, already stiff and pointed, perfect for me to flick with my tongue. Her reaction is extreme when I bite down softly, her back arching and fingers digging into my legs. And the moan that comes out of her mouth makes me bite down harder. I want to hear her cry out, maybe to hear my name on her lips, now that I'm no longer a stranger to her.

I decide then I'm going to have her there, in my kitchen.

Fuck it all.

13

NICOLE

Aaron’s mouth is sucking my nipple, and I can feel the resulting sensations as a direct line to my clit. Looking down at him ravishing me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, apart from when I had the pleasure of watching him hold his own cock last night. He has both of my breasts out of my bra so fast that I’m reeling.

He’s still deliciously smart in his work attire, and I feel like his sexy secretary, getting ravished in my suit with my shoes still on. My knees are weak as he grasps my waist and holds me tight, the swirling of his tongue leaving cool sensations in its wake. It’s somehow too much and not enough.

As if he feels the same, Aaron pulls back and considers me with his intense green eyes, cupping one of my breasts in his big strong palm. It reminds me of what he did last night, an action that feels affectionate and incongruous to the rest of his behavior.

“Take off