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  Everything He Fears

  (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #2)

  Thalia Frost

  Copyright: August 2012.

  All rights reserved.

  Cover art: SexybookCovers.com

  “Well, you didn't tell me I needed a passport.” I growled the words as I settled into a plush leather seat on Rock Weldon's private jet.

  “Yes, my mistake. I had my mind on other things, but all's well now.” He gave me a tight smile, his handsome face grim.

  He'd had his driver, Mr. Forrester, ferry us back to my place at top speed to retrieve the passport.

  “Good thing I had one, or I wouldn't be going with you.” I glared at him from my seat near the other window across the aisle. I'd chosen it on purpose because I was pissed. He'd had a minor fit when he'd realized I didn't have the document.

  “Yes, I guess it is. Even I make mistakes...but not often.” He stared out the window and pushed a button on the armrest of the seat. Rock barked a command to his pilot. “What the hell is going on? Let's get out of here. I have things to do.”

  “Yes sir. We'll be taking off in five minutes. I'm sorry for the delay, Mr. Weldon.”

  “Good. Make it so.”

  I'd already gotten used to Rock Weldon's dictatorial tone—almost. But how would a billionaire who ran a successful company not be used to getting his way all the time?

  I glanced out my own window, a small bit of dread growing in the pit of my stomach. Was this how I wanted to spend the next 365 days? With a man I didn't know—a hot, wealthy man, sure—but a total stranger?

  As if he'd read my mind, Rock spoke. “Lacey, I need you over here next to me.”

  My breath whooshed out. I thought of what he'd done to me in the limo on the ride over. “For what?” I arched a brow.

  “To sign your contract so I can pay you soon.” He grinned, and the effect was predatory.

  I shivered, my mind on other things I thought he might have wanted to do. “Right.”

  I sidled over to him just as the plane started to roll slowly. He handed me a paper contract he'd pulled from his briefcase at his side. I read over it. Everything appeared to be in order. I signed it quickly, noting the date a year from today when our agreement would be over.

  “Mr. Weldon, is there anything I can get you? We'll be taking off in one minute.” The plane was already picking up speed. It was a smooth taxi, like none I'd ever experienced. The gleaming surfaces of the jet promised that much. The voice that had come out of the speaker bothered me. It was too smooth, too attractive and way too female.

  “No, Nadia. We're fine. Check back after we're in the air.”

  I frowned. He hadn't even asked me if I wanted anything or not. That wasn't surprising. The jet raced along until lift off. I bit my lip.

  “Who was that?”

  “Nadia Nargent.”

  “Okay.” I dragged the word out in a sarcastic tone.

  “She's an ex-girlfriend of mine. Now she's a stewardess on an as needed basis for me.” He stared at me, unblinking.

  “Oh. Your ex?”

  “Yes, one of them.” He looked down at his cell phone.

  A frisson of jealousy ran through me.

  One of them. I'm sure there have been many.

  I longed to ask so many more questions. The way Nadia's voice had sounded...like a purr, made me feel crazy with jealousy, even though I hardly knew the man next to me. I remembered the feel of his cock in my mouth and his lips against mine, though.

  I squirmed in my seat, aroused.

  “Eleven hours until landing in Venice.”

  “Wow.”

  “It's quite a trip. Have you ever been?”

  I laughed. As if. I'd been unemployed for the last three months until I'd met him the night before at a party. “No.”

  “It's lovely and romantic.” He threatened to suck me into his green eyes.

  “I'm sure it is.” I struggled for breath.

  He gazed back down at his phone. “I'm sorry. I have work to do. Calls to make, and I need some privacy.”

  I started. “Really?”

  “Yes. I just hired you.”

  “What about trust?” I threw the question he'd asked me upon our first meeting back at him.

  “It's developing.”

  “Fine. Then let me in on your conversations. I doubt they'll be very interesting anyway.” I smirked and leaned a bit closer to him.

  “You'd be surprised.” The smile was gone from his face now.

  There was something he wasn't tell me. Then again, perhaps the life of a billionaire CEO was like this—tense and stressful. Duh.

  “I'm ready for anything,” I whispered, locking gazes with him.

  “Show me.”

  I glanced down at his lap. He was hard.

  “I need you. I need some relief. Screw the work for now.” He spit the words out, and wetness pooled between my legs. It was like he had me trained to take his commands, and I'd only just met him. And he'd come once earlier. He obviously had a high libido.

  I lowered my gaze, waiting for his lead. I didn't mind letting him take control. In fact, I was learning to enjoy it.

  “Stand up and walk across the aisle. Lean over on the armrest there, ass toward me. Take the shorts off. Leave the panties on.” His voice was laced with steel.

  I shivered as I did as he'd said to do. I let my shorts fall to the floor and bent over, sticking my ass out. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying no one was watching us. Somehow I trusted him that they weren't. I waited for a minute, feeling vulnerable until I heard a whisper of clothing.

  “When we get to Venice, we'll have some real fun,” he whispered, suddenly behind me, hands warm on my hips. He squeezed them so hard I winced. Then he tugged my underwear down. His breath came in sharp gasps.

  My nipples hardened in response to his aggressiveness.

  “Take your shirt off now.”

  I pulled it off. He couldn't touch me fast enough for my liking.

  “Mr. Weldon?” A female voice purred over the loud speaker.

  “What?” he barked, his hand between my thighs.

  “Would you like some refreshments now?” There was a catty note in the stewardess's voice.

  She knows what's going on.

  The thought gave me pleasure, and I closed my eyes as his fingers moved to my bottom. He spread me out.

  “No. Don't bother us again. I'll let you know if I want anything.” Rock barked the words out, and I shivered.

  “Well, you told her to check back,” I whispered, my breath catching as I felt something warm and oily slide down my crack. At the same moment, the plane rose into the air.

  Is he really going to do that first? We haven't even slept together.

  “It's not a good time, though, is it? I'm busy. Really busy.” He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled me back against him, his cock pressed against my ass.

  I moaned as his hand came around to my clit. He massaged me until I thought I'd fall down, my legs trembled so.

  “Isn't there a bed on this thing?” I murmured as his hand cupped my chin from behind. I knew my pulse was racing under his fingers.

  “Yes, but I can't wait for that now. Plus, I want you where I want you, and that happens to be right here. Do you have a problem with that?” He taunted me with the question.

  I closed my eyes, overcome with the desire and need in his voice. “No.”

  The need? What could a billionaire need that I could give him?

  I didn't have time to wonder long. He bent me over deeper, and my ass pointed into the air. My cheeks grew warm at both ends.

  This is insane. I've never done anything like this...barely done this at all and certainly not in the air on a private jet.


  “I'm going to get you ready.” His voice was a deep rasp that sent shivers up my spine.

  He gripped my left hip and ran his finger along my crevice. My skin goose pimpled all over at his intimate touch.

  I must be mad, totally mad. He's just going to do whatever he wants to me and then dump me, probably in Venice.

  I sucked in a breath, distressed at the thought.

  “Just relax, Lacey,” Rock growled, mistaking my tensing up for fear of what he was going to do.

  I closed my eyes and tried to do just that. A finger slid inside me, and he stretched me. I moaned with the pain of it at first. He responded by inserting another well oiled digit ever so slowly into me.

  A billionaire has his fingers in my ass.

  I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. The moment was too raw, too real. No man had ever handled me like this. There had been a quickie of sorts like this in the dark under the covers. And it had been more pain than pleasure.

  He plunged several fingers inside me and pulled me closer against him. Rock nipped at my ear, sending darts of desire through me.

  I am so wet.

  Rock slid his fingers out of me slowly.

  The crinkling of a wrapper signaled that he was getting ready to use more than his fingers. My pulse quickened as he kissed the side of my neck.

  “We're going to have a fabulous trip, Lacey.” He spoke, and I felt the hard press of his cock against my entrance.

  “I hope so.”

  “I promise you.” He moaned and stretched me as he pushed inside me slowly.

  I took deep breaths as he stopped to plant a string of kisses down my neck, his tongue sucking and swirling. I groaned at the sensation of him half inside me and his mouth on my skin.

  “Please,” I whispered, suddenly wanting him inside me all the way.

  “In my own time.” He popped my ass with his hand—hard—and I cried out. Rock gripped my hips, his fingernails digging in to my flesh in an exquisite torture.

  I let out a ragged breath.

  “And my time is now.” He spoke in a harsh whisper, driving himself all the way into me and pausing there for a moment. Rock cupped my right breast in his hand, kneeding it as a shudder ran through me. “How's that?” He whispered, his other hand sliding down to my clit, so slowly I thought I'd die before it made the journey.

  “Good.”

  “Just good? Really?” His voice held a smirk.

  He knows he's got me where he wants me.

  His fingers massaged my clit, electrifying my nerves endings. I took a shaky breath, and he pushed his digits inside my pussy.

  I leaned back against him, already on the edge of orgasm as he teased my nubbin with one finger and drove in and out of me with the others. The feeling of his cock in my ass made me want him even more.

  “I said bend over. Grab your ankles.” He smacked my ass again, and I hurried to comply. He pulled his cock out of me, and I felt strangely empty.

  Gasping, I let the seat go, my palms slick. I grabbed my ankles, fire burning down the back of my legs at the quick contortion.

  “Hold on to them, sweetie. Oh, that looks so nice. You're so sexy, Lacey. I could do this all day...and night.”

  Rock cradled my upper thighs in his hands now. My clit was still on fire, wanting his touch.

  Instead, he slid pushed inside me again, so slowly that I whimpered with needing him. He filled me completely. I moaned, the angle taking him deep inside of me.

  “That's what I want right there. You're so tight and sweet, Lacey. I want to burrow inside you...to just...” he trailed off.

  Is his voice shaking?

  I hazarded an awkward glance at him, craning my neck to see him behind me. He pummeled into me again, finding a rhythm now. My muscles were tensed, taking what he gave. His cock hit all the right places—ones I'd never known existed in my ass.

  I must have imagined the emotion in his voice.

  “I'm going to come. I need this, Lacey. I need you.”

  I couldn't deny the near desperation in his voice.

  “I'm yours.” And with those words, I felt I'd sealed something...something bigger than I'd ever dealt with before.

  A deal with the billionaire, and it's not just about the sex, a little voice said in my head.

  I whimpered as he ran his fingers along my thighs, pounding into me now with no mercy.

  Me? He needs me with the sexy stewardess on board? I was sure he'd bent her over and made her touch her ankles a time or two on the jet. I swallowed at the thought, jealousy rising inside of me, even as my clit tingled at the sounds he made.

  Rock bellowed, jerking me against him in a vise as he spasmed into my body. His breath came in harsh gasps.

  I wasn't sure I'd ever been closer to anyone, and I hardly knew him.

  The thought filled me with a loneliness like I'd never known and a longing I couldn't understand.

  It's just good sex, just a job, even if it's a crazy one. Best not to see it as more.

  He slid out of me and pulled me up straight. His hands were on my tits, and he massaged them, eliciting a low groan from me. I still was far from satisfied, but he'd never promised I would be. I leaned back against him as his teeth grazed my neck. He sucked at the flesh there until I wanted to beg for more, sure he was making a mark. He caused me pain in the motion, even as my pussy throbbed for him to be inside me.

  “Turn around.” He eased me around to face him.

  He bit his lip, and I wanted to devour him. The stubble on his cheeks drove me wild with needing to touch him. I did, running my fingers along his jawline and then down to his chest, the shirt still on, half open.

  Knowing he hadn't taken it off made me even hotter.

  He gave me a hard look and then knelt in front of me on both knees.

  I couldn't believe it. Heat rose in my cheeks, and my belly tightened with desire. He slid his hands along my inner thighs, teasing at first.

  “Please, Rock.” I forced the words out, not sure I could stand it much longer. I ached for a release now.

  “Please what?” He whispered the words, his lips inches from my pussy. His hot breath sent shivers through my core.

  “Let me come.” I gazed down at him, his dark eyes making me swoon.

  “Oh, I will. Don't you worry about that.” He glanced up at me and gave me an evil grin.

  I wondered why he hadn't just had good old fashioned sex with me yet—like most men would have first. He'd come on my face and had just done something I'd only done once before—anal—but not that. But then Rock wasn't like most men. He wanted all of me, bit by bit...at least from what I could tell.

  His tongue against my clit took all my questions away. I gripped his shoulders, groaning as his teeth grazed my nubbin, sending bolts of fire through me. My pussy clenched. Rock slowly teased me, his tongue swirling past the sensitive point over and over, fast and then so slowly I thought I'd die. When he slid a finger inside me, I gasped.

  “Please. I'm aching.” I ground the words out. I'd never begged a man like this before...not for anything.

  “I know you are. I never leave a woman unfulfilled, though.” He spoke against my pussy, his lips sending vibrations through me.

  The world swam before my eyes, and my legs threatened to buckle as he slid another finger inside me, starting a rhythm with mouth and hand.

  “Don't come yet. Don't even think about it.”

  I growled in my throat, my pussy already contracting with an early wave of orgasm.

  “I—”

  “I said not yet.” His tone brooked no argument.

  And I'm being paid not to come until he commands it. The thought almost sent me over the brink again. Who was this man who could hire a woman to fulfill his every sexual whim?

  I cried out when he removed his tongue from my clit and stilled his fingers in my pussy. “I can't hold back much longer.” Sweat trickled down my chest.

  “I need to see you like this—begging and wanting me. It's a relea
se for me, a control.” Rock swirled a finger over my clit again, and I trembled even as anger sizzled inside of me.

  “A release? That's all I am to you.” I groaned as he sucked at my clit, anger warring with desire. My legs shook, and he held me up, one arm around my hips and ass, the other on my thigh.

  “Not even close. You're much more than that.” His breath against my pussy almost did me in.

  “Please let me come. I'll do anything you want.” I heard the wheedling tone in my voice, and it shamed me.

  “Really? Will you save me from myself and from those who would destroy me, Lacey? Will you trust me?” He murmured the words, his lips still close to my clit.

  “Yes.”

  But how can I save him from whatever demons are plaguing him?

  I would have promised him anything in that moment to feel his tongue on me, to come to the rhythm of his expert fingers inside me.

  As I spoke the word, his tongue lapped over my nubbin in a long lick.

  “My god. Oh god.”

  He laughed and then drove into my pussy with his fingers, stretching and punishing me, not stopping the fast rhythm this time.

  “Come for me, Lacey. Show me how much you need what I do to you.” He commanded me with the words, and I pulled his head closer to me, my hands buried in his silky hair. His tongue and fingers worked with precision as I let the contractions in my core take me over.

  “Oh my god. Oh, Rock.” I screamed as orgasm stole over me, so powerful it almost hurt. I rode the waves, my pussy only belonging to Rock Weldon's mastery of it. When the rush subsided, I didn't bother trying to stay standing. I crumpled.

  “Come on. Let's go to bed.”

  I wanted to laugh. We'd spent all this time here when we could have been in bed. But I knew he liked it that way, wanted to see me do anything, anywhere for him.

  He strode ahead of me, and I struggled to make my way along the seats to the back part of the plane.

  He opened a curtain, and a plush bed lay before us. He undressed, staring at me. My pussy throbbed at the sight of him. I wanted him inside me.

  “Sleep. We'll touch down around the time you wake up.”

  “In Vienna?”

  He nodded, the tense expression I'd noted on his face back again. “Yes. Thank you, Lacey. What you give me means more to me than you'll ever know. I've been looking for a woman like you...for a long time.” Rock took me into his arms, planting a hard kiss on my lips. His cock pressed against my stomach, demanding again.