The Billionaire's Kisses (Tycoon Billionaires 1)

Adam ran his fingers through her long hair and grabbed a handful. “You’re a very naughty girl, seducing me like this. You need to be spanked!”

Amy’s lust caught in her throat as Adam pulled back his firm hand and spanked her possessively on the hip. The spank pushed Amy over the edge, and her body was suddenly engulfed in ecstasy. The joyous feeling overwhelmed her and she lost the sense that she and Adam were separate people. The glory was theirs. Adam’s cock was hers for her own pleasure. She groaned loudly and clenched her legs around him, realising he was coming too, deep inside her, but she couldn’t focus because her own joy was all-consuming. She vaguely sensed that she was grinning wildly back down there in real

ity, but suddenly she didn’t care about anything, other than the ecstasy that possessed every cell in her body.

Adam possessed every cell in her body.

What? No!

Amy shook away these worrying thoughts and allowed the powerful bliss to dwindle. Her glorious soaring feeling was gently replaced with a strong sense of contented security. She opened her eyes and saw Adam gazing at her in awe.

He kissed her tenderly on the nose. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

Amy couldn’t stave off her giggles – it wasn’t funny, but she felt so free and alive. Adam laughed too, and hugged her tightly. They stayed there, glowing in their post-orgasmic bubble, wrapped in each other’s sweaty arms, until Amy dismounted. Adam kissed her and laid down on the bed, so she snuggled into his arms. The fabulous feeling inside her dipped as she realised what sort of conversation they now needed to have – about her job, Adam’s betrayal, Tariq Shard, Quinlan Senior… Ivan’s gay S&M sessions…

Adam’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Amy, I don’t know what kind of black magic you’ve put on me, sweetheart, but I don’t want you to go back to London.”

Amy rested her cheek on his toned pec. This was wonderful news, but she refused to trust him. Not yet. “What does that mean exactly?”

“It means I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to be with you. I want you to belong to me.”

“Belong to you?”

“The thought of any other man touching you makes me so pissed. I’ve never been like this. Possessive. But I want you for myself. I want us to only have each other.”

“Adam, I really like you too. But…”

“I know – I’m sorry about the contracts; the lay-offs. But as I said, I won’t let anything happen to you – I have this overwhelming need to protect you.”

“Do you?”

“I really do. And I promise, we don’t usually do business in such an underhand way, but we need Grafton Techs to fulfil Ivan’s dreams. I hope you can understand.”

“I know.” Amy pulled out of Adam’s arms and sat up. She grabbed his shirt off the floor, and wrapped it around herself.

He reached up and smoothed down the collar. “Suits you.”

She held his hand. “Adam, Tariq Shard visited me last night.”

Adam sat up so fast and with such fury he made Amy jump. “What!”

“Calm down, nothing happened. But he said he wants me to work for him. To be a spy for him. So he can get his hands on the blueprints.”

“In return for what? Money? If it’s money, then you don’t need to w–”

“No, you don’t understand. He’s blackmailing me. Well, he’s blackmailing you. Through me.”

Adam frowned. “How?”

“He told me… something about your family. He said he’ll go to the papers if I don’t comply.”

“What did he tell you?”

“He said that your dad got his money from gun running for a drugs cartel when he first left the army.”

Adam ran his fingers through his thick hair. “Those are the rumours, but dad’s never confirmed it. But that’s just typical of Tariq the traitor to try and use that against us. After all those years our families were friends.”

Amy reached out and caressed his soft toned shoulder. His flesh was warm, and she wished she could snuggled into his arms and forget all this madness. “There was something else, Adam. Something about your brother.”