At the Billionaire's Pleasure (Billionaire Brothers Series 1) Read online

  Contents

  Title Page

  Blank Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure

  Billionaire Brothers

  Book 1

  M.G. Morgan

  Copyright © 2014 M.G. Morgan

  All rights reserved.

  CHAPTER ONE

  I stretched, my long limbs uncurling beneath the silk sheets. The alarm buzzed on the locker and lazily I reached out and clicked it off. Another day of the usual errands. Turning over in the bed I stared wistfully at the empty space beside me. Why did Richard leave? It didn’t make any sense. We were happy, or at least I thought we were.

  A week had passed since Richard had left, taking all of his belongings with him. I remembered the tears I’d shed as I begged him to explain why. All he had given me in return were cold looks and a brief peck on the cheek before he walked out the door.

  I hated to admit it but I was lonely without him. I missed his touch, the smell of his aftershave and the way he always sang out of tune when he was in the shower.

  Sitting up I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Stretching my arms above my head, my breasts strained against the soft camisole that I wore. Padding into the bathroom I flicked on the shower, and then stopped to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I stripped slowly, my eyes picking out each little flaw and imperfection that I knew I had.

  Richard had always joked that he loved having a little something extra to hold onto when we made love. There was always that extra little edge to his voice when he said it. The tone of his voice suggesting that what he said went beyond teasing. Naturally, it had always made me feel insecure. But it didn’t seem to matter how much I hit the gym my body just wasn’t cut out to be thin and waif like.

  With a sigh I stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down across my naked skin. Why did I let thoughts like that bother me? It was stupid, I knew I shouldn’t think so badly about my body. If I didn’t love myself, then how could I expect anyone else to love me? Or at least that was the advice all of the magazines gave out. I was supposed to be a strong, confident, independent woman. And yet, the niggling doubts still filled my mind with the idea that I wasn’t good enough and no one would ever love me in the way I so desperately craved.

  Grabbing the shower gel I squirted some out into my hand and began to lather up my body violently. Each time my hands rubbed against my nipples it made them stiffen a little more. Too long had passed since I’d had sex, and now I was beginning to suffer for it. Indulging myself I let my hand dip between my legs, rubbing my clit in lazy circles. I moaned and pressed my free hand against my breast, pinching and playing until the nipple was painfully erect.

  The phone rang. Its insistent shrill tone made me freeze. Just ignore it, it’ll go to voice mail, the little voice in my mind urged. My hand began to slowly circle my clit once more as the answering machine kicked in. The sound of my apologetic greeting made the anger within me surface once more and I slipped my fingers into my body. Why was I always so apologetic about every goddamned thing?

  The smooth caress of my boss’ voice filtered out from the answering machine. I froze. The sound of his voice sent shivers of passion down my spine. Now there was a man who knew how to be in control. I had often thought what it would be like to surrender to a man who held all the power. A man who with just the tone of his voice could reduce me to a quivering mess.

  Something clicked in my brain. What the hell was he saying? I launched myself out of the shower stall and into the hall. Standing there with water dripping onto the wooden floor from my naked body, I listened intently to the message.

  “Look, Carrie, I just need you to get your ass over here as soon as possible. This whole deal has turned to shit and I need you here... We need to...” He sighed on the other end of the line. I could picture him sitting behind his desk his hand idly pushing his dark hair back from his face. The phone clicked dead.

  He had probably pressed the wrong button. He seemed to be doing that an awful lot lately. Part of me wondered why, as I headed back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. When I had first started working for Mr. Ashcroft, he had been more than capable of dealing with all of the fancy gadgets at his disposal. However, as more time passed, he seemed to more often be in need of my help in using them. It was odd and out of character.

  I dragged the brush through my dark hair. If I was to get to work on time and not receive a telling off then I needed to hurry. Hastily I applied makeup. All thoughts of my earlier play-time in the shower were forgotten. I simply didn’t have time to finish. That seemed to be happening more often, and part of me wondered if I really was too busy to finish, or if I was deliberately stopping myself.

  Slipping on a simple black dress, I zipped it up the side. Underneath I wore a white blouse with sleeves that cut off at the elbow. I preferred clothes that covered my arms but didn’t cling to them. I had always been self-conscious about my arms. I’d never fully understood why, but I knew to feel comfortable they had to remain covered.

  Grabbing my coat and purse I ran out the door, barely remembering to lock it behind me.

  The commute to the office was the usual nightmare. Men on the train stared at me like I was some type of strange creature that had arrived on earth. Friends on more than one occasion had tried to persuade me the staring was because I was so attractive. But of course I had always dismissed that notion as pure nonsense. Men did not find women who were plump attractive. Every magazine article, book, advertising, and movie, I had ever come into contact with reassured me of this fact.

  Even when I had been with Richard, he had always seemed loathe to admit in public that we were together. The only place he ever held my hand in public was when we went to the cinema and sat in the dark.

  Grabbing up my morning coffee, my heart sank. How could I have been so stupid? Wasting so much time with a man who didn’t even really like me? I shook my head and picked up the second coffee I had prepared for Ashcroft.

  Carrying the cups carefully I tried to keep the shake from my hands as I walked into his office. His chair faced the window and I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was not succeeding in pulling the deal back from the brink. Yesterday, the deal had been running smoothly. What could possibly have happened over night to send everything to hell?

  In my mind I ran through all of the files I had sent out. Ashcroft’s angry voice cut across my thoughts.

  “What do you mean you didn’t receive it? It was sent yesterday! My staff are perfectly competent, thank you!”

  I watched as he slammed the phone back on its receiver. He swung around to face me and pushed his hand back through his hair. Sparkling blue eyes filled with anger raked down over my body. He softened a little as he noticed the coffee on the desk.

  “What would I do without you, Carrie?” He sighed and pushed himself back in the chair. His normally clean-shaven jaw had a fine sprinkling of dark stubble. In my mind it made him even more handsome. It gave him a sort of wild look
. I could imagine him clearing the desk with one swipe and laying me across the wood.

  “Are you listening to me?” he asked. His eyes watched me with a look of curiosity. I blushed and dropped my gaze to the floor.

  “I’m sorry, I was just a little distracted.”

  “Good thoughts, I hope.” I looked up and my blush deepened. His eyes were filled with a teasing light. It was as though he knew exactly what I was thinking. Of course that was impossible. The more I fought not to think about his strong hands on my body the more those thoughts invaded my mind.

  “I’m going to go and type up the rest of that report.” I kept my gaze averted as I moved out of the room. Ashcroft chuckled behind me and it made me move faster.

  Reaching my desk I sat down. What was wrong with me? Where had my professionalism gone? I needed to put my head down and just concentrate on my job.

  A small icon in the corner of the screen flashed at me. A private chat message. Puzzlement made me furrow my brow. Who was sending me private messages? Clicking it open, the words within made me suck in a deep breath.

  “I want you.” The user name was simply the letter D.

  Was it a joke? I looked around the office studying the faces of my co-workers. Everyone seemed to be intent on their own work. No one looked up or even glanced in my direction. What was going on?

  A thought struck me then. I tried to dismiss it but it kept on nagging in my brain. Mr Ashcroft’s first name was David... Could he possibly be the secretive D?

  I tried to look into his office through lowered lashes. From what I could tell he was back on the phone but he was checking his computer screen every few seconds.

  My fingers tapped away on the keys as though they had a life of their own. I didn’t want to encourage this. What if it wasn’t David? But I couldn’t stop a small thrill of excitement racing through me as I pressed the send button.

  “What? Who is this?”

  A moment passed. I tried to keep watching Ashcroft’s office to see if he typed anything onto his computer. He turned away from it to stare out the window just as another message flashed up on my screen.

  My body responded, my sex became wet as I read through the words on the screen. I licked my lips nervously as a hot blush crept up my cheeks.

  “I want to bend you over your desk. Lift that black dress of yours and push my thick cock into your juicy pussy. Would you like that?”

  The question repeated over and over in my head. Would I like it? The damp patch that was forming in my underwear told me that yes, I would like it. However, I was a lady. I didn’t even know who this strange person was. There was no way that I would reply to it.

  Another message flashed up on the screen. “Carrie, come to my office. David.”

  So it was David. I stood and walked on unsteady legs towards the open office. David had swung his chair around and watched me as I made my way towards him. It made me even more nervous and I fidgeted with the edge of my sleeve.

  Upon making it inside, David indicated for me to shut the door. I did so and took the seat opposite his desk. He watched me for a moment. His eyes burned right through me and I fought to keep my gaze level with his. In the end I failed and dropped my eyes to the edge of the desk instead.

  “A very serious matter has come to my attention.”

  Panic flared in the pit of my stomach. What did he mean?

  “Some of the files that were due to go out yesterday, never made it. Now I’ve searched back through the computer systems and I’ve discovered the error was from your computer, Carrie. You never sent the files and now the deal had gone to shit.”

  His words stunned me. How could I have forgotten to send out the files? As far as I was concerned I had sent them. I remembered clicking the files into the email and pressing send. It wasn’t possible.

  I shook my head. “Mr. Ashcroft, sir, I sent the files as requested. I remember sending them. The client has to have received them.”

  His smile sent shivers racing across my skin. “According to the client they never received anything. Now who am I supposed to believe, Carrie?”

  Tears clouded my eyes and I struggled to hold them back. I wouldn’t cry. It was a sign of weakness and I was sure I had sent the files.

  Ashcroft lifted his hand to silence my protests. “I have a plan. I’m sure you will be more than willing to help me sort out this mess. Am I right?”

  I nodded. How could this have happened? First he sent me messages saying how much he wanted to do terrible things to me. And now he was propositioning me all because of a mistake. First Richard and now this. My life was beginning to unravel at the seams.

  “Carrie, are you listening? The client is flying in tonight and I want you to come to dinner with me and him. I’m sure we can find a way out of this mess.” He stood as he spoke. I wanted to follow his progress around the desk but he walked behind my chair and disappeared from sight.

  He bent down over my chair and I jumped. “The panties you are wearing right now. I want you to go to the bathroom, take them off, and bring them back to me.”

  Shock froze me to the chair. My head spun with confusion. I stood and walked slowly from the office. Things had changed so quickly. Walking to the ladies’ room and straight into one of the cubicles, I swallowed hard. My panties were now soaked completely through. Knowing how wrong it was turned me on even more.

  With shaking hands I slid the panties down my legs and stepped out of them. The little voice in my brain shouted at me to stop. That David would simply make a fool out of me like every other man. But I couldn’t stop. Balling the small scrap of lace up in my fist, I stepped out of the cubicle. The sight of my pale face caught my eye as I passed the mirror.

  Two spots of colour rode high on my cheeks but the rest of my face was stark white. Almost as though I had just seen a ghost. I shook my head and smoothed my hair down with my free hand. I wanted this. I had spent often enough thinking about Ashcroft and now that it was really happening I wouldn’t let my doubts get me down.

  Moving out of the bathroom I stalked back to his office. I was sure that as I weaved my way through the desks everyone could very easily catch the scent of my arousal. It invaded my own nostrils and I fought to keep myself in control.

  David Ashcroft’s office was the largest in the building. He was after all the boss, chairman, of the largest trading company in the city. The walls of glass surrounding his office intimidated me as I made my way up to them. He smiled at me as I entered his sanctuary.

  While I was gone he had closed all of the blinds in his office. Once he closed the door we were completely hidden from prying eyes.

  I walked in and sat down. I didn’t close the door, I wasn’t willing to make it that easy for him. If he wanted to make a move on me he would have to do it himself.

  He stood and stretched. The muscles in his arms bulged against the expensive fabric of his crisp white shirt. My eyes travelled down the length of his body, drinking in every inch of his tall, muscular frame. Richard was a weasel by comparison.

  David strode around the desk and shut the door. He swung around to face me and held out his hand. “I take it you have what I asked for?”

  “Y-yes.” I hated my voice for betraying the fear and excitement that coursed throughout my body. With trembling fingers I passed the small sodden heap to him. He opened them up and examined them closely before lifting them to his nose. His smile was all predator as he inhaled the scent of my sex.

  My heart rate leapt as he clicked the lock shut on the office door. I tried to stand to move out of his reach but he was faster than me. He roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me in against his chest. When I opened my mouth to protest he shoved the scrap of lace into my mouth, effectively gagging me. I was stunned. My body went limp as my mind raced over everything that was happening.

  He spun me around and bent me forwards over the desk. His hands slipped down my thighs and gripped the hem of my black dress. The feel of his hands on my body sent thrills of desire
racing through me. He yanked his hands back up bringing the dress with him.

  I squealed through the lace gag as the cool air circulating the office caressed my fevered skin. Ashcroft’s hands stroked the round pale globes of my ass. He handled them roughly, pinching and stroking my ample flesh. My head dipped down towards the desk as he explored my ass with his hands.

  When the first strike came down hard on my ass, I stiffened. My whole body grew tense and rigid as the sting radiated up through me. His hands returned to stroking and rubbing my ass cheeks. He smoothed his hands down over my skin to the backs of my thighs before dragging his nails back up over the curve of my ass to my lower back.

  He spanked me again and I screamed, the sound muffled in the gag. The spank was followed by Ashcroft’s hands rubbing and caressing my hot flesh. He repeated the process over and over until I had lost count of the amount of time he had spanked me.

  My eyes rolled back in my head as Ashcroft probed a finger against my pussy. He easily slipped a thick finger into me. My wetness was running down my thighs as he slowly pushed his finger in and out of my body. I wanted him, there was no denying it. As he pressed against my ass, I could feel his erection pressing against my sore, hot, ass cheeks. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who was aroused by the situation.

  He fucked my pussy with his fingers for a few moments. I knew my body was on the verge of a giant orgasm. It crept towards me like outward ripples in a pond. My own denial in the shower that morning simply added to the tension that was gaining pace in my body. Making me shake and tremble. Ashcroft must have felt the muscles in my pussy beginning to tighten because he chose that moment to withdraw from my body. He pulled away from me, leaving my exposed lower half to cool in the chill of the air-conditioning.

  Embarrassment burned my cheeks as I stood and pulled my dress back down over my body. It was just how I thought it would be. He had used me. Used me and then denied me. I turned to face him and was stunned to see him licking my pussy juice from his fingers. His blue eyes burned me with a sexual intensity I had not seen before. No man had ever looked at me like that.