The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal (Billionaire Bachelors Series - Book 4) (14 page)

They’d been back from Vienna for a couple of weeks and it had been taking all of his well-honed self-control to stay away from her. She hadn’t brought up the trip or their seemingly unquenchable desire for each other once, and he found he was irritated by it.

He didn’t want some clinging, nagging woman hanging all over him, but she could at least show some desire for him. He certainly hadn’t lost any of his passion toward her. She walked in a room and his body responded instantly. He hadn’t made any moves on her because he was trying to get himself under control, but that was quickly going out the window. She was certainly not caving in and he couldn’t hold out much longer. The Austria trip hadn’t done what it was supposed to, get her out of his system.

“Well, she did such a great job up here, we wanted her to decorate the entire place,” Joseph said, looking puzzled by his nephews ill temper.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Joseph, you’re right, she did a great job and I don’t mind you borrowing her. Please only take her for half the day, though, as work needs to get done up here as well,” he said through clenched teeth.

His uncle apparently didn’t notice there was anything wrong. He clapped him on the back and took off with his father. Trenton sat at his desk, fuming with anger, because the old men had once again gotten their way, and not only that, but taken his assistant, too. He wanted to hunt her down, but knew it wouldn’t be a good idea in his current mood.

After lunch, she came strolling into the office, wearing a freaking holiday shirt and grinning. There was a piece of tinsel stuck in her hair, she seemed unaware of, and he forced himself to stay in his seat. He wanted to pull her close to him and mark his territory. He was going to have to do something and soon, before he exploded.

“Don’t you think you should’ve talked to me before taking on another job?” he asked, amazed at how calm his voice sounded. Her smile fell away.

“I was told you were fine with this,” she said a bit uneasily.

“I had no choice but to be okay with it, with both my father and uncle being who took you away from your work,” he practically growled.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Anderson, I can tell them I can’t finish,” she said and his temper went through the roof. There he was, sitting with a raging erection, wanting her more than any other woman, ever, and she was daring to call him by his last name. He shot out of his chair so fast it went flying across the room, which left her staring at him in shock and a bit of fear.

She immediately retreated, making a dash for the door. She knew when to stay and fight, and when to retreat. He grabbed her, dragging her back over to his desk and glared at her, causing a tremor to shiver down her spine.

“Be silent,” he threatened and she didn’t dare defy him. He punched his button to his secretary, who picked up immediately. “Tell everyone to go home. I don’t care what they’re working on, the day is over, you can all count it as a vacation bonus,” he said, and broke the connection.

Jennifer was shocked and a bit scared at his words. He dragged her over to the door, locked it and then drug her to the couch, where he pushed her down, panting heavily. She was stunned by his behavior. She’d certainly seen him angry before, but he was so controlled, with a fire blazing in his eyes.

“I’ve warned you to stop calling me by my last name,” was all he said before dropping to the couch and making her forget all about the distance between them for the last couple of weeks.

She didn’t even consider fighting him as he took her into his arms. Shock was quickly consumed by burning passion. He was glorious in his temper, and she’d missed the feel of his body pressed closely to hers. She missed the feel of his thick shaft sinking in and out of her. She missed them touching, with no barriers between them.

He stripped her clothes, and then his, in record time, and stretched his body over hers, his skin hot, and glistening in the low office light. He was magnificent. He brought his lips to hers, pushing his tongue around the contours of her mouth, making her cry out in pleasure. His hands roamed every inch of her skin, taking their time in her most intimate areas.

He sucked her peaked nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard, pink surface, causing her to groan as she gripped his head tightly to her breast. He moved his tongue and she whimpered in frustration. He glanced up at her, his eyes shining with unconcealed heat. He trailed his tongue between the sensitive valley of her breasts, causing her skin to quiver.

His mouth trailed lower, spending a lot of time on the soft surface of her belly, causing her most sensitive spot to throb with wetness. She was ready for him. Two weeks may as well be two years. She was addicted to him, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. He brought her pleasure she couldn’t even fathom receiving from another.

He moved his mouth down her thighs, licking and nipping on the inside. His lips trailed around her core, coming close, but not touching her where she wanted him to most. She wanted to yell in her frustration. She grabbed his head, trying to guide him, not even caring how bold she became in his arms. She needed him to relieve the pressure as only he could.

“Please, Trenton, please,” she begged, on a shaking breath of air. Finally, he swiped his tongue along her hot folds, causing her to shake from the pleasure of it. He kissed her intimately, taking her mind and body to a whole other level. He swirled his tongue along her heat, swiping his tongue up and down her silken folds. She tensed as he swiped his tongue across her nub, sending her over the edge in a heart-stopping orgasm. He softly flicked his tongue out, prolonging her pleasure, before he nibbled his way back up her body.

He pressed their slick bodies together, her nipples aching as they rubbed against his hard chest. She barely had the energy to wrap her arms around his neck, holding him closely to her. She looked into his eyes with a satisfied expression in her own. She smiled at him, full of joy. He bent down slowly, nibbling on her lips, swiping his tongue across her lips. She could kiss him like that every single day.

He lifted her hip, and slid effortlessly into her waiting heat. She was more than ready for him. He stopped, while deep inside her, letting the pleasure of them coming together, once more, engulf his system. They fit together, perfectly. He couldn’t ever remember being happier. She jerked her hips up and he was done playing. He moved quickly in and out of her, seeking his own pleasure.

It didn’t take Jennifer long for her body to throb once more, and they fell apart together as he released his long awaited seed deep inside her. She sunk into the couch, still gripping him tightly, afraid to let go, afraid of the intimate moment ending. He turned them so she was cradled in his arms, and his hands stroked up and down her back, luring her into a deep sense of security. They napped for an unknown length of time, and she was awoken by his roving hands.

He loved her several times on the couch and she responded in a way that showed her the distance she thought she’d created had been in her mind only.

After they were both sated, fully, and began to dress, Jennifer stood up, unsure of what to say or do. She’d thoroughly enjoyed the lovemaking and certainly couldn’t complain, but she felt like a person must after a one night stand. She was so unsure what she should do next.

“My Uncle is having his annual Christmas Party this weekend. You’ll come with me,” he said, finally making eye contact. It was a command, not an invitation. She narrowed her eyes. He couldn’t seem to quit bossing her around.

“Maybe I already have plans,” she bluffed. He stared her down, and she finally broke the eye contact. She could feel his eyes drilling into her and was desperately trying to think of an excuse to get out of the party, but she did like his family and she’d enjoy a party at the famous Anderson Mansion she’d heard so much about.

“I’ll send a car for both you and Molly, dress formally,” he said, ignoring her other statement. Since he was allowing Molly to come she decided to go. She knew her niece would have a good time. She was a bit worried about what to wear, though.

She’d brought him back the dress he’d given her in Vienna and left it in his office after they returned. When he got back and found it, he’d flipped and told her she either take the dress back or he’d personally strip her and put it on her himself. She’d decided it was better to just keep it, but had vowed never to wear it again.

Well, she did own the dang thing and it would be appropriate for the party, so she guessed she could cave in on that issue and wear it once more. She absolutely refused to wear the jewelry, though. He may not take the pieces back but she had them hidden under a loose floor board in her home, terrified of someone robbing the expensive pieces. She was determined to get them back to him at some point, when she wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of his anger.

She left the office without saying another word. She knew it wouldn’t do her any good and what was the point, anyway? They both knew she’d lost their little battle so she may as well walk out with her head high.

Jennifer went home and told Molly about the party, which had her niece ecstatic for the rest of the week. Her week also passed pleasantly. She got the entire building decorated, with a lot of extra help from other employees and felt joy when she walked in each day, listening to the Christmas Carols coming over the speakers.

The party snuck up on her before she knew it and she took her time getting ready. As she slipped the beautiful dress back on, she was amazed at how pretty it made her feel. She supposed the saying about clothes making the person had some merit, because she felt good in the gorgeous dress and stunning heals.

Molly looked adorable in the dress Jennifer bought her. It was a pretty blue color because her niece had insisted they have matching dresses. There was no way Jennifer would put her niece in a gown like the one she had on, but she’d found a similar color, satisfying Molly. She’d also been able to find sparkly shoes her niece instantly loved.

By the time the car came to pick them up, her nerves were stretched thin and she was unbelievably anxious. She was relieved when Trenton wasn’t in the vehicle. It gave her extra time to compose herself before she had to face him.

Trenton was beyond irritated by the time he finally arrived at the party. He’d gotten held up with business and was over an hour late. He’d wanted to ride to the party with Jennifer, and wasn’t happy about missing part of the evening in her company. He was finding more and more that he needed to be around her. He was learning to accept the fact.

He stepped into his uncle’s large mansion and immediately went on a search to find her. He spotted her niece, Molly, without trouble, sitting with his cousins’ children and Santa. Molly was receiving a lot of presents. Trenton had to smile, as his uncle certainly went overboard when it came to his grandkids, and if there were any extra children in the mix, the old man figured, the more the merrier. All of the children were getting gift after gift and were squealing in delight.

He searched the room for Jennifer and couldn’t seem to spot her in the large crowd. He was about to go searching somewhere else when he heard her laugh and turned in that direction. He could pick her out of a crowd anytime, and as a sea of people parted and he finally spotted her, he felt a tight fist of jealousy knot deep inside him and for the first time in his life, he wanted to rip his brother’s head from his shoulders.

He began stalking toward the two of them, who were as yet unaware of him, and there was murder in his eyes. He logically knew his brothers would never poach on his woman but he hadn’t staked his claim on her yet, so as far as they knew she was available. He was about to make it more than clear she was indeed not available.

“Good evening, beautiful,” he stated and took her in his arms, in front of everyone, and kissed her with so much hunger, she forgot where they were. Her arms wrapped around his neck drawing him closer and she moved her hips against his straining erection pushing against her stomach.

As suddenly as it started, Trenton pulled back, and she whimpered in her sexual haze, trying to draw him back to her. He was staring into her clouded eyes with a look of frustration on his face and she finally noticed the soft chuckle.

Jennifer looked in horror at the laughing face of George and she felt immediate heat suffuse her cheeks. She buried her head into Trenton’s neck for a moment, trying to get herself together. She’d never kissed a man like that in a crowded room.

She heard conversations around her and braved another look. She wasn’t reassured by the glances still coming their way.

“I guess someone just staked their claim,” Max said with his brows raised.

“Damn right,” Trenton said, not even trying to deny it in front of her.

“Excuse me, please,” Jennifer said, pulling away from him and disappearing from the room. She found the bathroom and locked herself in. She didn’t know which emotion she was feeling more at the moment, anger or embarrassment.

She was infuriated Trenton would decide it was his right to claim her, and then proceed to embarrass her in front of his family like that. They most likely thought she was a money hungry tart, which is what she always thought of women who slept with their bosses.

She wished she hadn’t worn the sexy dress, feeling far too much skin was showing. She rinsed her face, reapplied her light make-up, then squared her shoulders, and walked back out. She would’ve loved to slip away but she couldn’t do that to Molly, who was having a wonderful time.