Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) (8 page)

Back and forth against the frame of the window, a shadowy male figure was gracefully strolling.

"I know," the voice was saying. "Plans change, though. Look, Easterfield's on a better time zone. He's used to the regular disasters, but it's worth trying him. If he doesn't answer, call back. I'll walk you through it."

Nyall Anderson. She was in his bed.

The dark silhouette turned and Janey's drowsy gaze confirmed that the man was indeed buck naked. It was so amazing. There was a naked man in the room with her. A spectacular one. The clearly defined shape of his long form was tapered, muscled and bulging in all the right places. The swell of his sexual organs hanging below his abdomen was very visible, both in shadow and in silhouette. Even in her half-asleep state, looking at him made her feel sizzly and tingly.

"I'd rather you not," he said. "Have them hire one if they think it's going to be long-term. Listen, I want you to email Alfred in any case and tell him he's taking calls for me until Monday. Yeah, I know. But you wouldn't have been able to reach me there anyway, no signal." Pause. "You have a point. Day calls only, then. Six to nine Pacific. Yeah, personal stuff. Thanks, Mary."

"Work?" Janey said, watching Nyall put away his cell. "In the middle of the night on a Friday?"

"Saturday, actually," he said quietly. "Go back to sleep."

"Don't you pay people to work for you?" She yawned. "People like you are supposed to delegate."

"We are, huh?" He climbed back into bed. "Funny, I thought you'd say it should be the opposite for us out-of-your-leaguers."

"You can't do everything," she said wisely. "I know about this. I have to let my assistants take over some of the tasks I used to do or else I'll get stretched too thin."

"Thanks for the advice, Janey." There was amusement in his voice, but she wasn't offended.

"It's for your own good," she mumbled, and then fell asleep again.

***

Janey didn't want to wake up. Lying in bed felt soooo good. Her feet were toasty warm, her lips were zinging with delight, and her nipples felt heavenly. Even the tiny cool drafts that skipped over the sensitive skin of her torso were like sweet caresses. This was the best dream, the best sleep ever, and she snuggled deeper under the covers with a sigh.

But the sunlight was trying to penetrate her eyelids and the sleepiness kept falling away. So reluctantly she opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Nyall's tousled hair. Shimmering with reddish-gold highlights courtesy of the bright sunlight streaming into the room, it was resting on her chest. No, she thought confusedly, not exactly resting. Hovering over was more like it.

The next thing she became aware of was a sublime feeling in her nipples. One of them was soothingly warm, the other chilled, but both felt rapturous. It made her want to stretch luxuriously.

Janey's brain slowly began to click on. But before it could fully engage, the lovely feelings shimmered down her body. What started as a sleepy waking stretch turned into a burst of ecstasy in her loins.

"
Ahhh
."

"Good morning."

Nyall's voice was husky and deep. To Janey's awakening senses, the sound induced bliss, as did the long-fingered male hand that she now knew had been fondling her between her legs, was still fondling her.

Even as she lay there enjoying the now-fading spasms deep inside her body, fingers were sliding to her breast where they gently tugged and plucked, then down to her pussy where they explored in lazy circles before drawing a wet, cool line back up her belly.

It hit her then. He'd just brought her to a climax and she hadn't even been awake.

Janey flushed, embarrassed but also exhilarated by the idea. "Good morning," she croaked.

He chuckled and cupped the underside of a breast to plump it up. "Nice tits," he said admiringly.

"Oh." Not much else to say to
that
.

"I've been sucking them," he added unnecessarily and then dipped his head to do just that.

"I see," she gasped. "Is this how you always wake up your mistresses? By kissing and stroking them until they c-come?"

He popped the nipple out of his mouth. "You're not my mistress. And nobody sleeps with me after the first night."

"How—uh—how often does your phone go off while you're sleeping?"

"Every couple of hours. Time zones are the killer. It's not so bad now because I'm on vacation. You know, I really like the way your nipples protrude like that. They have a perfect conical shape." He pinched one and rolled it between his fingers.

She squirmed. "Thanks for the feedback."

He smiled. "You're going to get over your hangups this week, Janey. If a guy doesn't want to fuck those juicy tits, it's probably because he's gay." He lowered his head again and began to nibble, then sucked her flesh in and drew on it strongly.

She made a strangled sound. "You're a morning person, aren't you?"

"Very much so," he murmured. "What are you cooking us for breakfast?"

She couldn't believe how cheerful he sounded. His body felt so intimate next to her, especially his cock rubbing against her thigh. As if sensing her thoughts, he found her hand and brought it to him. Instinctively her fingers wrapped around his flesh, or tried to. Last night, Janey hadn't really been paying attention to how he felt in her hand. His shaft was smooth, too thick to completely circumnavigate, with an intriguing kind of yielding hardness. She'd honestly never felt anything like it.

"That feels awesome," he said, almost purring. "What do you say to pancakes and bacon?"

"It's up to you, you're the one cooking." She could hear the tremor in her voice. Nyall Anderson in the normal course of events was hot enough. But Nyall Anderson in bed in the morning was
scorching
. He was like a cat in heat, bent on his own pleasure.

"Must I? I'd like to eat something edible." He thrust his hips, moving his shaft through her fingers.
My, that thing is long
. For the first time, Janey took into account its length and girth and began to doubt it would fit where it was supposed to go.

Nyall was talking again. "I'm going to need my strength today if we're going to spend it having sex."

"Yes," she breathed, squeezing him. He twitched and grew. It was nice, but a little alarming. "Which reminds me…"

"Mm?"

"This whole naked thing you want me to do just won't work today."

"Why not? I've been looking forward to watching you wander around without a stitch of clothing on." He covered her hand with his own and showed her how to move it. Together, they pumped his shaft.

Janey struggled to focus. Touching him like this was unbelievably racy and exciting. All these years, she'd missed out on this. It was tragic.

"Your larder is empty. I have a—a huge shopping list that I have to go out and buy."

"No problem," he said. "You're allowed to wear clothes when you go out." His breathing quickened. "Hold on, Janey." He turned, shifted her so she was lying on her side, hooked a leg over her hip, and then his cock was rubbing up and down her belly.

She could feel him shaking. Her own excitement became unmanageable. Just as she registered how turned on she was by his blatant arousal, he emitted a low groan and his cock slid between her breasts.

"I want to come on you," he said intently.

"W-what?" Janey thought she'd misheard.

"Ejaculate on you. Sound good?"

Janey gulped and shuddered with anticipation. It sounded dirty and intimate and fantastic. "All-all right. What do I…what should I…"

"You don't have to do anything except lie here and be gorgeous." Janey felt his hand on her hip and his cock slide along her abdomen. He smelled wonderful, musky and a little cinnamony.

She craned her neck and with widened eyes watched his features tighten, eyes narrowing and mouth stretching into a grimace. His hand moved to his shaft and pumped it, then his hips drove up once, twice through the channel created by her breasts and then he grunted, which had to be the sexiest sound on earth. Janey grasped his ribcage just as a wet flood of warmth spilled over her bare skin.

Then there was a strange, exotic aroma that she knew must be his semen.

He froze against her and she felt his hard body straining like that, hot and tight-skinned for several seconds before he dropped a kiss on her breast, easing away and finally collapsing onto his back with a whooshing noise.

Janey glanced down at herself, then quickly rolled over onto her own back. His seed was glistening all over her chest. She reached up to touch it with a finger.

She was startled when her finger was joined by his hand. Open-jawed, she watched as his larger palm spread his fluids around on her skin, rubbing it into her breasts, over the nipples.

"That," he said, sounding very contented, "could become my new favorite way to wake up. Better than coffee." He traced his moist fingertip over her lip, and Janey automatically opened her mouth and tasted him. She trembled.

"Janey, are you on the pill?"

"N-no."

"Pity. All right. We'd better get up and you need a shower. One trip to the store," he said. "That's all you're allowed. The rest of the time I want you here with me and naked."

Janey shivered and her loins began to suffer that pinching sensation again.

He kissed her mouth, then lightly squeezed her breast. "You need to be careful not to let my semen touch your pussy, sweetheart. Babies have been conceived from less. Do you understand? Should I bathe you to be sure?"

"No, I'm fine. Although I wouldn't mind having you wash me," she said bashfully.

"Another time, definitely. I'm starving and you must be, too. I don't want you weeping."

It took a moment for her to get the reference to her statement on the elevator. He remembered that?

"Hurry up," he said, pushing her to the edge of the bed. "I'll make eggs and tea and microwave some oatmeal. What do you say to that?"

"Meh," she said as her stomach growled. She suddenly realized she was ravenous. "I guess I could make pancakes and bacon for us." She stood up, then looked down at him longingly while he scanned her body with open enjoyment.

"Don't look like that," he said regretfully. "I want to pleasure you right now as much as you want it, Janey, but it's too risky with my jizz all over you. Shower and then eat and then we fuck like rabbits."

His lecherous speech made Janey feel alluring and innocent at the same time. She was glad that he wasn't babying her just because she was a virgin. What he'd just done with her this morning alone would be fodder for sexy dreams for half a lifetime, she was sure.

She was about to go do what he said when she turned back abruptly. "The naked thing," she said. "In the kitchen you have to wear clothes for safety."

"You're permitted an apron and oven mitts while we're puttering around in the kitchen. You don't need anything else. Work for you?"

"I guess," she said reluctantly.

"Don't you want to be naked?"

"Not really," she said. "Well, maybe. I don't know."

"Trust me, you'll like it, at least after a bit of practice."

"How do you know?"

He smiled, but didn't answer.

She nibbled her lip. "I don't have any clean clothes up here, Nyall. They're in the van."

"I'll get them. Keys?"

"In my purse in one of the totes."

"What do I bring up?"

"Two more silver totes, plus a little suitcase."

"Right. Oh, before I forget, Janey." He got up and went over to a chair and dug through his pants pocket. "Here. Front door, lobby door, building card for after hours. The code is here."

Janey stared at the key ring. "Thanks."

"Don't lose them."

The shower felt good and she tried his subtly fragrant shampoo. Janey ran her hands over her skin with a strange awareness that for the first time in her life, she did not feel like her body was entirely hers. A man had rights to it. Rights she had admittedly granted, but still rights. If he touched her, she wasn't going to object.

This must be what it was like to be not a virgin.

When she came out of the bathroom wearing a towel, her suitcase was in the bedroom. She laid it down and rummaged through it, taking out toiletries and one change of clothes. After some consideration, she zipped up the suitcase and shoved it against a wall. She guessed she wouldn't be needing it for a while.

She smelled eggs cooking when she walked out of the bedroom wearing a t-shirt and skinny jeans. "I was going to do bacon," she said, walking into the kitchen.

Nyall was spooning eggs onto two glossy black plates. He was dressed pretty much like her, in jeans, a flannel, sneakers, and a t-shirt. Still, something about the fit of his clothes said they were from an entirely different rack in the store.

An entirely different store. Different
class
of stores.

A different universe in fact.

He glanced at her, gave her a once-over. "Shit, you almost tempt me to let you wear clothes."

Janey snapped her teeth at him. He chuckled.

"Well?" he said, as he handed her a plate. "What do you think?" His muscular arm gestured to indicate the kitchen as a whole.

She looked around her. With spacious marble countertops and modern appliances, the kitchen was luxurious and well-equipped. She shrugged. "It's a nice kitchen."

"Nice? You're supposed to fall all over yourself with admiration."

She wrinkled her nose. "Sorry, Nyall. Rich people always have kitchens like this. Big stone counters, parquetry floors, fancy islands, copper pots. It's how you know they're rich and never cook. They're inefficient."

He laughed.

"You're not offended?" she said in sudden remorse.

He shook his head. "One of my—" he changed course. "Celia—you remember Celia? Toward the bottom of the list."

Her eyes widened. "Celia. Yes. She was the one who said you were disease-free and disliked pet snakes."

His eyes narrowed. "Right. Well, she had it done. Her brother's an interior decorator. He and one of my cousins did this place. I just live here."

"I see. I think it's pretty nice, aesthetically. It suits you, this place."