The Billionaire's Kisses (Tycoon Billionaires 1)

Amy groaned at his dirty talk, pushing back against his fingers and encouraging them to go deeper. She thrust her hips hungrily as he skimmed his fingers over her pleasure zones – inside and out.

With the soaring sounds of the shower filling her ears, Amy felt Adam’s fingers withdraw. He gently pushed her shoulders from behind so she bent down further, then she felt the tip of his cock ease inside her. He teased them both like that for a moment, rapidly moving his hips back and forth so the head of his cock was pleasuring the sensitive entrance of her pussy. Then he suddenly pulled her hips towards himself and thrust his cock deep inside.

Even though this position – from behind – seemed elicit and naughty, Amy felt incredibly connected to Adam. He was tender, yet firm. He was completely in control, but only concerned with her pleasu

re. He ground his hips against her in a steady rhythm, rubbing it faster and faster against her G-spot. The feel of his balls banging against her thigh enhanced the pleasure a few more notches, and Amy felt the room begin to spin. Her knees buckled. She let her head drop back onto his shoulder, knowing he’d support her as she lost control. It was what he wanted.

The intense pleasure merged with the steamy air and swirled around them. Amy’s mind surged with delight as her man pounded harder and harder into her body – sending her over the edge and into ecstasy.

“You’re mine, Amy,” Adam grunted as he thrust. “Mine. Whose are you?”

“Yours… Adam!”

Amy’s body suddenly tensed and she let out a guttural cry of joy as the orgasm struck deep inside then spread out gloriously all over her body. Her mind melted into the moment as her muscles flooded with freedom. She heard herself – faraway – call out to Adam that she loved him. Shit! Hopefully he hadn’t heard or understood. Luckily, he didn’t break his stride, but thrust hard as he ejaculated deep inside her. Then he held her close as they both drifted back to reality.

Amy breathed heavily and opened her eyes, but the room was steamy and her mind was swirling; everything was blurry. Adam hugged her tightly from behind.

“You okay, babe?”

“Ah… yeah. That was amazing. I’m…er… I’m sorry if I said anything weird just then.”

He chuckled kindly. “I didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh good. Phew!”

Amy unhooked herself and turned to face him. She kissed him, but she couldn’t look him in the eye now. How had she allowed herself to lose control to the extent that she was shouting things like that? Of course she didn’t love him. And he didn’t love her. They’d only known each other five minutes.

There was only one way to deal with this awkward situation: act cool, don’t be clingy, and make him want her all over again.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The cheap and basic furnishings of Grafton Techs’ head-office was the antithesis of what Amy had experienced at the opulent Quinlan Brothers’ HQ. Grafton Techs was tidy, but sterile. The blue carpet tiles and white walls were as unstimulating as the plywood desks, and the general ambiance did nothing to make the place feel special or unique. But – bland as it was – it was good to be back in familiar territory.

As Amy and Adam strode through the open-plan part of the office, they ignored the silent stares in their wake. Amy wondered whether James would’ve blabbed about Adam spending the night with her last night. Would his pride have allowed him to tell everyone the gossip of how Adam had come in and kicked him out?

They walked side-by-side towards Frank’s office, keeping a safe distance in the hope that they could imply there was nothing but a strict professionalism between them. A younger female colleague of Amy’s stepped out of the photocopier room and almost dropped her papers, as Adam strode past in his masculine glory. Amy felt pride rush up inside her. He was so striking and confident compared to the dull London IT geeks around here. All the women were secretly swooning over this glorious American hunk. But he was hers now. Excitement rippled through her ribcage at the thought of them fucking in the photocopier room, demonstrating to the world just how close they’d become in New York.

Amy led Adam to Frank’s office, then she knocked on the door and they strolled inside. Even Frank’s office was basic and nondescript – and he’d occupied it for nearly twenty years. The only thing that gave this space away as his was the silver-framed photo of his wife and teenage kids on his flimsy desk. Maybe an American touch of glamour was actually just what this place needed.

Frank glared silently at them as they stepped over to his desk, like a couple of naughty school kids in the principal’s office. Frank was a hefty, powerful man, who worked long hours and expected the same of his staff. His trimmed moustache and pinstripe suit made him look as if he should be in a black-and-white movie about 1960s London gangsters. But Amy knew he was honest and proud. The last thing he’d expected was for these brash Americans to come along and demand that he hand over everything he’d worked so hard for. He was due to make a fortune, of course. But that wasn’t the point.

He pushed his office chair away from his desk and stared at Amy. “Welcome back. You look different.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah. You look more confident; like you’re glowing from the inside. It suits you.”

“Thanks. I feel pretty good, too.”

She shot Adam a grin. Frank followed her gaze.

“Adam. I’d heard you were in town.”

Adam grabbed a couple of chairs from the conference table on the other side of Frank’s office, strutting around as if he owned the place. Which he practically did.

“News travels fast with disgruntled ex-boyfriends, huh?” Adam said.

Frank shrugged. “We weren’t expecting you to come back with Amy, that’s all.”