Taking Control (Babysitting a Billionaire #3)

He went still, every muscle locked tight. “So you do.” His voice sounded hoarse to his ears as she slipped from his lap to kneel on the floor. He spread his thighs, and she shuffled closer until she knelt between his legs.

Her lips parted slightly, and her tongue poked out between her teeth. She rested her palm on his thigh and he jumped; then she stroked upward, and he lost the ability to move. Finally, her fingers closed around the length of his shaft and she squeezed.

A groan escaped him and his head fell back against the leather of the seat. He watched through his lashes as she flicked open the button on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper. The relief was amazing and lasted about two seconds.

She tugged at his pants and he lifted his hips allowing her to pull them down, then she settled back. “Is this nice enough for you, Declan?”

But he’d lost the ability to speak.

Reaching behind her, she loosened her hair, so it fell about her shoulders. Her perfume, sweet and sharp, swirled in the air, filling his nostrils. Then she leaned closer and breathed over the head of his cock. It jerked.

Christ, he was going to lose it if she didn’t take him soon. No, she wasn’t being nice. Not nice at all.

Finally, she licked him, a long slow stroke from the base to the head. Her tongue swirled around and heat flooded him. Then she took him in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, and it was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced. His hips rose from the seat, pushing himself into her mouth, unable to control the movement.

She pulled away, sat back on her heels, and pouted.

It was official. She was so not nice.

When he thought he might beg, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed, then lowered her lips to him once more, engulfing him in the moistness of her mouth.

She took him deep, alternating with hard sucks to the head while her fingers shifted lower and caressed his balls. He watched her every move, unable to drag his eyes from the most erotic thing he had ever seen. She’d always loved doing this to him. He’d forgotten. Or wiped it from his mind. But she’d gone down on him everywhere and anywhere. Giving him her total concentration as though his cock was the most important thing in her world.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as the pleasure built inside him, tugging at his balls, tightening his spine. Until he could hold it back no longer. His back arched and he exploded into her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing and pleasure washed over him in waves, until finally he was done. Wrapping his hands in her silky hair, he slowed her movement, finally holding her still.

She pulled away and peered up at him, lush red lips curved into a smile. “I told you I was nice.”





Chapter Nine


As she sat back on her heels, Jess became aware of the movement of the vehicle. They must have halted at traffic lights, because now they were pulling away and picking up speed.

Declan sprawled in front of her, his clothes still in disarray, making no attempt to cover himself. “Baby, ‘nice’ doesn’t come into it.”

She licked her lips and he groaned. Again. She could still taste the saltiness of him; she’d forgotten how much she loved to take him like that. The sensation of all that masculine power under her command. Declan, usually so in control, losing it totally, coming apart for her.

A pulse beat insistently between her thighs, but she refused to give in to it. Anyway, there was no way sex in this dress in a moving car was possible, and she wasn’t getting naked with two of her men up front, even if they couldn’t see through the tinted glass. Knowing her luck, they’d get pulled over or a puncture or…

She rested her hands on his knees and pushed herself up and into the seat beside him, then hooked her long hair behind her ears. “Well, that was more fun than a stuffy charity dinner.”

Declan shifted on the seat pulling up his pants. She sighed. She liked disheveled Declan much better than Billionaire-Perfect-CEO Declan. But it was just as well, maybe she needed the reminder that he was really no different from the other guys she’d been trying to date.

As he finished zipping up his pants, he turned to her, his gaze dropping down over her body, then past her and out of the window. They were driving along the embankment now and she could make out the dark slow moving water of the river.

“You want to go for a walk?” he asked.

Suddenly she had the urge to be outside, in the fresh air and she nodded. “Why not?”

Declan pressed the intercom button and spoke quietly and a few seconds later, the car pulled up to the side of the road and came to a halt. The guard got out from the front and opened the door and she climbed out. Declan followed her and they stood for a moment. He stripped off his jacket and rested it over her bare shoulders. She hadn’t even noticed the chill air.