A Billionaire for Christmas (All I want for Christmas is... 3)

“Thank you,” the Taylors said in unison. “Merry Christmas.”

“The same to you both,” he said. “I wondered if I might speak with you both a moment after this song is over.”

“Of course, dear,” Ms. Taylor said. “My feet are killing me.”

An hour later he’d managed to corral both couples to the Goldwin family table and initiate his plan.

“Mind telling me what the hell that was all about?” Aileen asked once they were alone again, her tone accusatory. “What the hell are you up to, Heath?”

“Nothing.” He sipped his fourth glass of champagne, feeling a nice buzz coming on. “I did the right thing, that’s all.”

“The right thing?” Her cheeks were flushed and her amber eyes were sparkling and if there weren’t so many people around, Heath would’ve hauled her into his lap and stripped away that glorious dress and done something else—only this time it would’ve been naughty. Very, very naughty. “You just bought out the EnKor shares of both those couples.”

“Yep.”

“And you plan to absorb their bad investments when the company turns out to be a fake?”

“Yep.”

She sat back and crossed her arms, forcing the creamy rise of her breasts nearer to the edge of that gown. If he leaned forward and traced his finger above the edge of the material, would her nipples harden for him? Beg him to take them in his mouth and tease them? “That was never part of our deal, you taking on all this debt. Even billionaires can go broke if they waste their money.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, downing the last of his liquor. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Really?” Aileen gave him a flat look. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Heath grinned, letting his gaze roam over every inch of her in a slow perusal. By the time he met her eyes again, Aileen’s lips were parted and her breath was hitched and the same heat burning inside him was glittering in her gaze. “Want to get out of here and discuss this in private?” he asked.

“More than anything in this world,” she panted.

8

They stumbled through the door of the brownstone, Aileen barely waiting until the front door was closed behind them and Heath had reset the security system before pressing him up against the wall and stripping him from the waist up. God, she’d thought of nothing else all night but licking him like a lollipop.

From the moment she’d come out of her room and seen him standing there looking far more handsome than a man had a right to in his pristine tuxedo, all dapper and devastatingly hot, all she’d wanted was to muss him up, have him hard and heavy and begging to be inside her again. Nipping at his neck, she pressed closer to Heath to allow him to slide the zipper at the back of her dress down more easily.

“God, I’ve been waiting all night to touch you like this,” she said, sliding her hand along the hard length of his erection pressed tight to the front of his trousers. “You have no idea.”

Once her gown hit the floor, Heath spun Aileen so that her back was against the wall, then hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, putting them chest to chest. The smattering of dark hair on his pecs tickled her stiff nipples and made her groan low in her throat.

“Oh, I’ve got some idea all right,” he growled, nuzzling that spot just below her ear that drove her nuts with need. He ground his cock against the heat between her thi

ghs, only the thin lace of her emerald green thong separating him from her slick folds, and she arched into him, wanting so much more. He laughed, low and infinitely sexy. “You like that, eh?”

He thrust harder against her, the top of his fly rubbing her stiff clit and making her catch her breath. “Oh God, yes!” she cried. “I need you to fuck me. Please, Heath. Fuck me hard.”

A feral snarl tore from his throat and he tightened his hold on her, carrying her swiftly from the front of the brownstone, down the hall, and into his master suite. There he tossed her down on the mattress then loomed over her, all bared teeth and pure masculine power. His heated gaze traveled the length of her body, taking in her matching emerald green corset and the garter belts holding up her silk stockings. Before she could blink, he’d torn off her thong and tossed it aside before kneeling between her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good, you’ll never, ever forget this night.”

“Yeah?” She used those self-defense moves on him again, catching Heath off-guard and flipping him over so that he landed flat on his back on the mattress. “Not until I get what I want.”

He reached for her, but she batted his hands away, her fingers making quick work of his belt before slowly lowering the zipper on his pants. Heath’s expression shifted from disbelief to downright dirty. “And what is it that you want, darling?”

“I want you begging me to make you cum.” With that, she freed him from the confines of his boxer briefs and stared down at his hard cock, a tiny drop of moisture pearl at the tip. Aileen licked her lips, eager to finally taste him. Slowly, keeping her gaze locked with his, she bent and swiped her tongue across the sensitive head of his shaft. His breath caught and his lips parted and she didn’t think she’d ever seen a sexier vision in her life. She gave him a slow, seductive smile. “Delicious.”

She scooted father down between his legs and took him into her mouth then, relishing his deep sigh of satisfaction, the way his lithe, muscled body arched off the bed slightly. His cock nudged the roof of her mouth and she twirled her tongue around the crown then tickled the underside. He groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her, showing her what he liked best. Aileen followed his lead, eyes closed, her heart racing with endless emotion for this man. He was everything she’d ever wanted and nothing she’d ever expected to find. Kind, compassionate, generous to a fault—if tonight’s EnKor buyback was any indication. Sexy as hell and considerate of all, regardless of their station in life.

She released his cock only to trace her tongue down to the base of him then back up, licking him just as she dreamed of doing earlier and Heath writhed beneath her, holding her close, murmuring her name and endearments in a mindless litany.

“Oh, God. Fuck yes.,” he moaned. “I need…”