CHASED (A Standalone Billionaire Romance Novel) (32 page)

“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped.

His mouth met hers again. Simultaneously he pushed his cock in deeper, as deep as he could go.

Through the kiss, Sasha moaned.

She hitched her knees up and opened them apart so he had room to go just that little bit deeper. Just that little bit was everything they both needed.

They pulled apart from the kiss and moaned against each other’s lips, breathing hot breath into each other’s mouths.

Sasha’s hands stroked up and down his back. She could feel the scarred skin beneath her fingertips, and smiled at Thomas, reassuring him, communicating to him silently that he could trust her, that whenever he was inside of her, he was safe. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, twiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Without breaking eye contact, Thomas began rocking back and forth. Beneath him, Sasha mimicked the motion. They moved slowly, slowly, gently. Their ripples of pleasure were mirrored in each other’s bodies, and they revelled in each spasm of pleasure.

There was no hurry to get anywhere. All they wanted was to be in this moment, to make the other feel as much pleasure as possible, and to make it last for as long as they could.

Thomas bent close and pressed his mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, moving her mouth in time with his lips. The kiss was so soft and slow it was almost like there was barely any movement at all. It was like Thomas was paying attention to every single nerve ending she possessed and setting each one on fire.

His gentle fingers stroked down the length of her body. His feather-like touch found her breasts. She shuddered under him at the new sensations. He stroked her nipple and as she gasped, he responded with a slow, firm inward thrust.

She knew what he was doing. Delaying gratification. Making her wait for her orgasm, to build up as much excitement as possible. But Sasha couldn’t go slow anymore. Her enjoyment was mounting. It was too tantalizing. She needed more.

“Thomas,” she whispered. “I need… I need you to…”

“Do this?” he finished for her, at the same time pulling out and pushing back in.

“Yes,” she cried. “Like that.”

She grabbed Thomas’s ass. Immediately he began to increase the speed of his hips. The bed started to creak beneath them as his rhythm got faster and faster.

Sasha’s whole body seemed to be swelling with pleasure. As Thomas thrust faster, little moans escaped from her throat. Then he got faster still and the moans became groans. She was galloping towards climax. Thomas was taking her there.

She stretched her arms up above her and gripped the pillow, twisting it up in her fists. Thomas didn’t need any guidance. He knew how to respond to her moans, to the pulsations inside of her. He was in complete control over her pleasure and she was in a haze of ecstasy. She knew he wasn’t going to make her come straight away, that he was going to draw it out until she was dazed with pleasure. She cried out.

Thomas turned the dial up another notch, increasing his speed and making Sasha gasp and swear under her breath. He began matching her noises with his own. The sounds just made it even better.

Faster still, Thomas plundered deep inside her. He was so hard she could feel his erection pressing against every bit of her. But he was still holding back, holding back a little bit so there was always more to give.

She began moaning, almost deliriously. She needed to come. Desperately.

“Thomas, please,” she moaned.

He didn’t need any more instruction. He thrust his hips, backwards, forwards, pounding against her hard and fast. Sasha felt her orgasm coming and arched her back, her mouth open ready to scream.

Thomas held her tightly against him. He didn’t let off the pace, thrusting and thrusting. Her head lolled back, the ecstasy so great she could hardly keep her body up.

She arched further still, her nipples erect. Thomas took one in his mouth and that was t, it was enough to push her over the point of no return.

Her climax started, bigger and bolder than any she’d ever known. The noise that came from her throat wasn’t a cry, or grunt, or groan, it was a scream. A full on scream of amazement, of pure, intense, complete wonderment.

Thomas’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He kept the pace up, waiting for the moment when her orgasm was complete. It seemed to be lasting and lasting.

“I can feel you coming,” he gasped in amazement. “It feels incredible.”

Sasha could hardly catch her breath. Waves of pleasure crashed through her with every tiny movement Thomas made. He wasn’t going to stop until she’d ridden the waves of her orgasm right to the last moment.

She shuddered as her climax began to fade. He slowed, following her lead. Then, at last, the movements stopped. Thomas stayed inside of her, and held her, his arm looped beneath her arched back. He moved it slowly so that she could lower herself down. She lay against the silk sheets, her cheeks flushed, her eyes twinkling.

“That was…”

“Shh,” Thomas said, stroking her face. “Just enjoy it.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tightly. She never wanted to let go. Every time she’d been with Thomas he’d given her something she never thought possible. Every orgasm was better than the last. Everything he did was new. He could always surprise her.

And she wanted to reciprocate. Right now.

His cock was still inside her and still rock hard. But the moment he moved off, Sasha rolled on top of him and straddled him.

“Sasha, you don’t have to yet. Just enjoy your afterglow.”

She held a finger to his lips. She wanted this. She wanted to make him come harder than he ever had before just like she did him. She wanted to be the one woman in Thomas Lloyd’s life he would never be able to forget.

She grabbed his cock tightly in her hands. Thomas immediately let out a noise. She lowered her body over his cock, taking it in as deeply as she could. Thomas immediately cried out. His eyes widened as he watched her, a woman transformed, possessed. She shoved him back, pinning his hands against the mattress, and thrust as hard as she could with her hips.

Thomas made a deep, animal noise from inside his chest. She ran her fingernails down his chest and he grabbed her ass tightly, pulling her into him.

“Let’s do it from behind,” Sasha said.

She moved off him and got onto all fours. She realized then that she could see her reflection in the full length mirror at the end of the room. She looked at Thomas. He looked at her. Then the thrusting began.

It was intense. Frenzied. A hurried, desperate crush. Body slamming against body. Sasha’s breasts bounced every time he crashed into her. Thomas held her by the hips as he rammed himself into her over and over again.

It was a new sensation for Sasha. From the amazing pleasure of gentle, loving sex, to the fevered intensity of what they were now doing. The bed creaked beneath them as they pounded.

Sasha breathed hard, like she was running a marathon, like she couldn’t get enough oxygen. Thomas’s face was strained and red. He grunted with every thrust. Sweat poured from him, making his skin glisten. Sasha knew he was closer but she could feel another climax coming. She wanted desperately to make him come, but he grabbed her breasts, squeezing her erect nipples in his fingers and the sensation was so amazing it tipped her over the edge again.

She screamed again as another orgasm gripped her, even more intense than the one she’d just experienced.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Don’t stop until you make it too.”

He kept going, pounding her as hard and fast as he could. The lubrication from both of her orgasms eradicated all friction between them and Thomas slid in and out of her smoothly.

Sasha realized then that Thomas needed more. He needed new, just like he gave her every time. Fucking from behind wasn’t anything special to Thomas Lloyd. Fucking in front of a mirror wasn’t either.

She knew then what to do.

She move forward and Thomas slid out of her. He gasped at the sudden absence of her.

“Sasha?”

“Shhh,” she said as she stood from the bed. Her legs felt like jelly beneath her. She took him by the hand. He raised up, following her willingly. She led him into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” Thomas said.

Sasha turned the bath taps. Steaming hot water poured from them.

“Get in.”

Thomas was aroused by her being wet. But she knew he had never shown anyone his scars. Which meant he’d never shared a bath with anyone. He’d never made love that way. It would be new, something that only she could give him.

Thomas sank into the water. Without saying a word, Sasha straddled him, guiding his cock with her hands. She pressed his tip against her, then began to lower over him, sliding him in.

Thomas gasped with pleasure. He went to touch her, but Sasha moved his hand away.

“This is just for you, Thomas. All for you.”

He lay back in the steaming water and murmured as she began to ride him gently at first. He watched as she scooped water over her body and breasts.

As she began to gain momentum the water began sloshing over the side of the bath, splashing over onto the tiles. Their bodies made waves in the water, and each one that splashed against Thomas skin made him cry out.

And then he was screaming, climaxing harder than Sasha knew he ever had before. She felt his cock throbbing inside of her as he came, strong pulsations that matched each noise he made.

And then it was done. He sighed and sunk further into the warm water. Sasha fell against him, her cheek against his wet chest. They were both spent, exhausted, and deliriously happy.

              The next few days were blissful. Thomas and Sasha spent them lounging around in his hot tub, eating amazing meals and having incredible sex. Whenever there was a chance to fuck, they took it. For the first time since she’d met Thomas Lloyd, Sasha felt everything was exactly as it needed to be.

              Pippa, of course, was delighted. She’d never seen Thomas so happy. And happy Thomas was also pliable, making it much easier for him to agree to her proposed schedule of premieres and interviews.

              But that was all to change on the morning that that Amore photo shoot hit the shelves…

***

              Sasha awoke in Thomas’s arms to the sound of her cell phone ringing.

              She looked at the display screen and was shocked to see it was Kelly, her old boss back at Atomic magazine.

              Sasha answered the call. “Hello?”

              “Can we have the exclusive?” Kelly said in her brash manner. She’d never been one for politities.

              “The exclusive what?”

              “Interview. With you and Thomas.” She sounded incredibly excited.

              Sasha rolled her eyes. Ever since the sex tape leaked, Kelly had wanted to exploit the situation. She’d even tried to promote Sasha off the back of it, hoping that it would draw more readers to the magazine.

              “No,” Sasha said with a sigh. “We’re not doing interviews.”

              “Not doing interviews?” Kelly began, but Sasha hung up. She just wasn’t in the mood to listen to any crap today.

              “Who was that?” Thomas murmured from beside her.

              “Kelly from Atomic. She wanted an interview.”

              “With me or you?” Thomas said with a smirk.

              Sasha gave him an amused look. “It’s not going to be me, is it?”

“I don’t know,” Thomas replied. “Your Amore shoot will have come out by now. You’re going to be an in-demand model now.”

Sasha laughed and snuggled back under the covers. “Hardly.”

Just then her phone pinged, indicating an incoming message.

“Told you,” Thomas chuckled.

“Now what?” Sasha grumbled, grabbing her phone.

              The message was from Chris. It was just a single line of text. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

              Sasha frowned. What was that supposed to mean? The only explanation she could think of was that Chris was mad at her for not telling him about the photo shoot. He had accused her of being shallow before he left, and in a way, a photo shoot was about as vain as she could get. But that was hardly the sort of thing an ex demanded to know.

              Before Sasha had a chance to answer, the house phone started ringing. Thomas pulled a pillow over his head. The phone stopped, clearly having been answered by Pippa elsewhere in the house. But it was immediately replaced by Thomas’s cell phone buzzing.

              “Ugh,” Sasha moaned. “Why can’t everyone leave us alone?”

              Thomas sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “I think we should take it as a sign. The world wants us to get up.”

              They dressed and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Pippa was sat at the kitchen island, surrounded by papers and diaries and halfway through a black coffee.

“There’s more in the pot,” she said, swivelling on her stool to face them. There was a pen stuck behind her ear.

Sasha poured a mug for her and one for Thomas, then he got to work poaching them some eggs for breakfast.

“Busy morning?” Thomas said.

Pippa smiled brightly. “Indeed it has been. I’ve got some amazing news.”

Sasha looked up from the steaming mug in her hands. Thomas cocked his head over his shoulder. “What?” he said.

Pippa splayed her hands on the work surface in front of her. “I just got off the phone with Peter Yorkson from the London Weekly paper. Thomas, you’ve been nominated for a British Film Institute Award!”

              Thomas raised his eyebrows and went back to his poaching. Sasha couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement, even if Thomas himself seemed less than impressed.

              “Is this why the phone hasn’t stopped ringing all morning?” was all he had to say.

              Pippa gave Sasha a look and rolled her eyes.

              “So,” Pippa continued, “I’ve organised a whole schedule for your England visit. Obviously an interview with London Weekly…”

              “Must I?” Thomas interrupted. “I loathe that paper. It’s for pretentious hipsters.”

              “Darling,” Pippa said. “Pretentious hipsters are the reason you have a private jet and an apartment in every major city. They’re the ones who watch your films.”

              “Fine,” Thomas said. He scooped the poached eggs out and placed them on muffins with a garnish on top. It looked like something you’d get in a Michelin star restaurant. He plopped a plate in front of Sasha and took a stool at the breakfast bar. “What else is on your agenda?”

              Pippa began thumbing through her diary. “Interview with Peter. BBC lunchtime chat show appearance....”

“God please not the Brunch Ladies.”

Pippa coughed. “Yes,” she said.

Thomas sighed. “You’re essentially sending me to England to be tortured.”

Sasha laughed.

“Then there’s the ceremony,” Pippa continued. “We’ll need Sasha to attend that of course.”

              Sasha almost spat out her coffee. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Pippa replied. “Everyone’s itching to see the woman who finally stole Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor in the flesh. Which reminds me, I have an agenda for you too. It’s mainly hair and makeup, clothes fittings and strategic appearances at iconic London locations to show them off.”

“Sounds thrilling,” Thomas said, wryly.

But Sasha was excited. She’d never been to England. It seemed so exotic.

              “Dare I ask what I’m nominated for?” Thomas said.

Pippa squinched her nose and paused. She took a breath in and out again. “Sexiest man alive.”

Thomas clenched his jaw. “Wonderful. Just wonderful.”

              Sasha placed a hand on his arm. “What’s wrong?”

              “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is the only bloody thing I’m ever nominated for is something to do with my looks rather than my talent. It’s insulting. Then I have to go and pretend I’m gracious. The whole thing sickens me.”

              Pippa made a face behind his back. She’d clearly known he was going to have this kind of reaction.

              Sasha circled her arms around Thomas’s neck. “Just think of it as a holiday.”

              Thomas shook his head. “Going back to England is never a holiday for me. It’s a chore. I suppose you have a visit to my aunt and cousins in the countryside on that agenda of yours,” he said, nodding to Pippa’s notes.

“Just a pub lunch,” she said sheepishly.

“See,” Thomas barked, turning back to Sasha. “I’ll have to introduce them to you.”

              He said it like it was a bad thing.

              Sasha looked down at her half eaten breakfast. She’d suddenly lost her appetite.

              Thomas must have noted her deflation. He stood and went up behind her. He rubbed her arms. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that the last time I saw my family was before the sex tape and Crystal situation. It will be embarrassing. For both of us.” He kissed her softly on the crown of her head, then rested his chin against it as he wrapped her up in his arms. “I mean, Aunty Mabel had seen your tits. That’s what she’ll be thinking about as she serves up tea and cucumber sandwiches.”

              Sasha couldn’t help but laugh.

              With his arms still wrapped around Sasha, Thomas spoke over her head to Pippa. “Can we just not do this? Not now. My first public appearance since the sex tape scandal shouldn’t be for a pathetic sexy man award. It’s crass.”

              Pippa gave him a stern look. “It’s how you stay relevant and on film producers’ minds. Sorry, Thomas, but you know this is part of the process.”

              “Fine,” Thomas replied, unwinding himself from Sasha.

But when she looked up at him, he looked anything but fine.

              Across the breakfast bar, Pippa grabbed Sasha’s arm. “Oh Sasha, darling, this will be your first red carpet! Amore are emailing over their best designs. Do you prefer diamond or gold for the jewellery?”

              Sasha shrugged. She’d never been one to wear much in the way of jewellery. “Diamond, I guess.”

              “Fabulous. Fabulous. Now, I’ll speak to the driver and arrange the plane. You go pack. Run along! Quick, quick!”