Seducing the Billionaire's Daughter (The Montgomerys Book 3) Page 9

  His gaze turned dark, possessive, then he swept her off her feet, carrying her inside of his apartment. She never felt more cherished as he held her.

  “I’m the first man you’ve been with in all that time?” he asked.

  “Yes.” She fought off a blush. “You’re the first man to do a lot of things.”

  “Like what?” he asked, laying her in the center of the bed. He started to undress her, starting with her shoes. “I have to admit that the thought of being your first anything turns me on a hell of a lot more than it should.”

  She bit her lip, then, “I’ve never had anyone give me oral sex before.”

  He paused, then had her sit up so he could take her shirt and bra off. “What else?”

  “Put their fingers inside of me,” she said as he took away the last of her clothes. She lay there, fully nude under his very observant gaze. Only, she didn’t want to cover herself. He made her feel too sexy and beautiful to do that.

  He eyed her face. “I don’t mean to pry, but what the actual fuck did your first time involve.”

  “A lot of fumbling and then pain.” She laughed at his horrified expression. “It wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t that good either, but it’s not like I didn’t want it to happen. I just had different expectations.”

  “Like pleasure.”

  She nodded as he began to take off his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body to her. He was like a sculpted warrior come to life, his body honed by years of training by the government. It was obvious he kept that sort of physical training up.

  “Orgasms.”

  “I can sure as hell meet your expectations, Juliet.” He crawled up her body, kissing, licking, and nibbling along the way. “Don’t be shy about telling me what you need.”

  She shivered as he pushed her thighs apart. “I won’t.”

  “That guy really missed out.” His breath fanned against her core. “You taste so fucking good that it should be illegal.”

  “Do I get a taste of you?”

  His blue eyes went to hers. “Hell, yes.”

  She shoved at his chest. “I want to do it now.”

  He held up his hands and rose to his knees. “Have at me, sweetheart.”

  Without hesitation, she got on her hands and knees and crawled to him on the bed. He muttered a curse. She smiled and took the tip of his erection into her mouth, licking the head.

  He growled, but kept his hands to himself, fisted at his sides. “Take me deeper, baby.”

  She opened her mouth wide, taking as much as him as she could while he murmured words of encouragement. She played with his balls, lightly tugging at them until he pushed on her shoulders.

  “Can’t take anymore.”

  She sat up and kissed him. His hands went to her hair, fisting it and holding her in place as he kissed a path down her throat and to her chest. He teased her, licked her nipples and raked his teeth over them until her thighs quivered with need.

  One of his hands stroked her back, then moved to the front to work at her clit. He slid a finger inside of her, then a second and a third, shoving them deep.

  “You’re so small. I don’t know if you can take all of me,” he said.

  “I thought you had some magical talent for making big things fit in small places,” she panted.

  He paused, then moved his fingers to her mouth. “Suck.”

  She opened her lips, his fingers sliding in. She sucked on them until his eyes nearly turned black with need.

  “Lay down on your back,” he ordered, then leaned to one side. She watched as he grabbed a condom from the drawer and tore it open, the rolled it down the length of his cock. “I’m hoping this can help me last longer for you, but judging by the way you gripped my fingers…”

  She crooked a finger at him. “Stop talking so much.”

  He lifted a brow, then settled between her thighs, the head of his erection pressing against her. “You tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

  “I promise.”

  He fit the head against her core and began to push inside, the breadth of his cock stretching her. Then he sealed his mouth against her and shoved all the way inside. She jolted at the tight fit, at the slight burn that accompanied his movement, but then she relaxed a little. This felt nothing like the first time she had sex.

  This was a million times better, and not only because she loved Sawyer. She tensed.

  “Am I hurting you,” he asked, lifting his head to gaze into her eyes. He brushed a stray curl from her face. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

  “Do you love me?” she asked, her heart slamming against her chest in anticipation of his reply.

  “Yes.” There was no hesitation at all. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. “

  “I love you, too.” She framed his face with her hands. “I love you so much that I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

  “It’s about damn time, Juliet.” Then he slammed his mouth against hers and started to move in long, deep strokes that had her hurtling toward an orgasm in no time at all.

  She widened her thighs and he reached between them working at her clit until she exploded around him. A beat later, he joined her, his breath harsh in her ear as he came inside of her, filling the condom.

  At first he let his weight fall fully on her, then abruptly rolled over taking her with him so that she was on top. He stroked her from head to the small of her back.

  “Do you still love me?” he asked. “I heard that people say stupid things during sex.”

  She lifted her head, gazing into his eyes. They were slightly vulnerable, as if he’d laid himself bare for her and thought she was only caught up in the moment. “I love you, Sawyer Taggart. My Romeo. I don’t give a damn what our last names are, or what our families would say about us.”

  15

  London

  London snuggled against Sawyer, his powerful arms wrapped around her as they lightly dozed in the early morning hours. He’d kept her up most of the night making love to her, and she was not only sore, but in need of a hot shower.

  Only she didn’t want to leave the bed. She didn’t want to leave Sawyer. Ever. In fact, she wanted to marry him. She wanted to make their relationship so official, so public, and so permanent that no one would question her motives, or his for that matter.

  But was marriage something he wanted? He’d been married before, and he’d been burned. While she didn’t think he painted all women with the same brush, that was a huge obstacle that they had to potentially overcome.

  She dozed off again, then woke up to Sawyer gently kneading her breasts. “Mmm,” she moaned, pushing out her breasts so he could better reach them.

  “Are you awake?” he asked, his voice deep as it rumbled from his chest.

  “Mostly,” she replied. She turned so that she could face him with her head proper up by her hand. “How do you feel this morning?”

  He grinned. “Pretty sure that’s supposed to be my line, not yours.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I had my way with you a lot.” She moved her hand to cup his ever-growing erection. “I don’t want him to stop working.”

  Sawyer was on her in an instant, spreading her legs as he pushed inside of her. “Does this feel like he’s in working order?”

  She nodded. “Oh yes.”

  He began to move, gliding in and out of her in heavy strokes that made her toes curl. “I’m not wearing protection.”

  “I know,” she gasped, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “I’m not on the pill.”

  “Fuck,” he swore, but he didn’t stop moving. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to marry me,” she blurted.

  That made him stop. His eyes widened. “What did you say?”

  “Will you marry me?” she asked.

  “Again, what’s with you stealing my lines?” He pulled out of her and left the bed, moving to the closet.

  She stared at him in complete disbelief. “Are you upset wit
h me?”

  He returned a couple of seconds later. “No. I’m in love with you, remember?” He held out his fist and opened it slowly. Nestled in the palm of his hand was a diamond ring.

  Her gaze flew to his. “When did you buy that?”

  “Two weeks ago.”

  She blinked at him, then at the ring. “For me?”

  “Yes.” He got down on his knees. “Marry me, Juliet.

  “Absolutely, Romeo.” She let him put the ring on her fingers before she urged him to climb in bed with her again. “Make me yours.”

  He entered her again, slowly this time, as if he were savoring not only the moment, but the feel of skin against skin. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to come inside of me this time.” She pulled him down to her, and lifted her hips, sending him so deep that she gasped his name. “Please, Sawyer.”

  “Like I said before, what you need, I’ll provide.”

  *

  That night, Sawyer took her out to dinner so they could celebrate their engagement. Then they danced the rest of the evening away in the park, where he’d had it decorated to look like the spring ball again.

  As they were driven back to his apartment, London leaned against him, sighing contentedly. He kissed the top of her head and put his arm around her.

  “I need to talk to you about some things.”

  “Right now?”

  “It’s on my mind.”

  She sat up. “Okay.”

  “When I first met you, I was hell-bent on revenge—not against you—“

  “I know,” she said, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt.

  “But when I went to John about taking what was mine, he said that the only way he’d consider giving me a seat at the table was if I agreed to take your family out. As in, your family’s company would no longer be any sort of competition for us.”

  She tensed against him. While she figured as much, it still hurt to hear him say it. “And you agreed.”

  “Not really.” He laughed, but it sounded more like a cry of pain. “I told him that I would compete against your family’s company on my terms, not his. But he insisted that he had something in the works that would make it so I wouldn’t have to do that. Something he would leak to the press and make shareholders dump the stock, rendering MI worthless as a company.”

  “Are you going to help him?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

  “No. I even went to your brother to warn him about John’s plan—what little I know of it. He’s not big on sharing or keeping his promise to keep me in the loop. Worse, he slept with his son’s fiancé, which turned Jack against him. That family is more fucked up than I could have ever imagined.”

  She looked up at him. “You went to Drew?”

  He nodded. “I wanted to be honest about my intentions with you and to warn him. There’s no victory in cheating to win.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

  “Because I wanted to keep you separate from that part of my life. It’s why I’ve been so careful not to talk business with you, or ask about your family. I know you love them London, but I love you, too, and I couldn’t risk losing you.”

  “You could lose me now.”

  His jaw worked. “I know, and I should have told you before this morning—shit…” He scrubbed his free hand over his face. “But I, fuck it, I don’t have an excuse except that I’m a selfish bastard who wanted you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in life.

  “Say the word London, and I’ll give up going after Taggart,” he said. “Hell, I’ll sell my businesses and start over again if that will convince you.”

  She considered his words, considered everything she knew about him, and what she wanted in life. “I don’t want you to give up your dreams.”

  “My dreams are nothing with you.”

  Tears pricked at her eyes. “I still want to marry you, Romeo.”

  He hugged her to him. “Don’t worry, Juliet, our love story ends with us living happily ever after.”

  “I want you to have closure with your dad. You won’t be satisfied until you do.”

  “About that… your brother Connor sent me something interesting the other day.”

  “Will it help you?”

  “If everything goes according to plan,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve been this driven to take someone out—in a nonlethal way—since I was in the Marines.”

  She leaned back in his arms. “Go take out the bad guy, Marine.”

  16

  Sawyer

  The next day, Sawyer drove to Charlotte to meet with Jack at Taggart Securities. He was done with revenge if it meant that he couldn’t be with London. Nothing mattered to him more than her.

  Not even getting back the man who’d hurt him as a kid.

  “I don’t want a seat at the table,” Sawyer said as he walked in Jack’s office, only to find him in deep conversation with their dad.

  Perfect. They didn’t have to go to him.

  “What the fuck is this?” John asked, holding an open file in his hands. “

  Neither looked happy to see him.

  “It’s me, telling you no, and that I’ve warned Andrew Montgomery about your plans.” Sawyer grinned broadly at John’s shocked expression. “Also, you are a horrible dad. You fuck over all your children and their mothers. You don’t deserve to have Jack help you run this company after the stunt you pulled. Hell, if it were me, you’d be in the hospital right now, nursing a broken dick.”

  “Mighty big words coming from an upstart whose business won’t be worth the paper the incorporation papers were printed on in the next six months.”

  “How so?” Sawyer asked, nodding at Jack.

  His brother hit a few keys on the keyboard and turned the monitor slightly.

  “I have it on good authority that your latest program actually steals money from the client instead of protecting it. Of course, it only steals a few pennies from each account, but given the volume of accounts and the number of years you’ve been working with them…”

  Sawyer laughed. “Prove it, old man.”

  John’s face turned red. “I don’t have to prove it. I am a god when it comes to those in the media. What I say goes. They don’t bother to verify.”

  “Really?” Sawyer crossed his arms over his chest. “You seem to be familiar with this sort of program. How can a man who is basically hands-off in the day to day operations of this company know exactly what to do in order to steal thousands of dollars.”

  “Try millions, and I’ve been doing it for years.”

  Jack blanched. “What?”

  Sawyer had suspected as much, but he couldn’t prove it… until London’s brother, Connor, had given him access to such a program that they were working to shut down.

  “I know.”

  “Trying to copy your old man, huh?” John puffed out his chest. “While it warms my heart that you’d attempt to follow in my footsteps, there ‘s only room at the top for one.”

  “Jack?”

  John cast his son a disgusted look. “Please, he couldn’t keep his fiancé satisfied. Like usual, I had to take care of everything.”

  “Thanks, Dad.” Jack shook his head. “Hope your dick rots off.”

  Sawyer was shocked it hadn’t rotted off before now. “So you’re saying that you’ve made millions from stealing from clients.”

  “Is it really stealing from them if they never catch on to what I’m doing?”

  “I don’t know. What do you think about that Mr. Marciano?” Sawyer asked.

  Jack turned the monitor complete around. Several men and women stared back at them from the screen. The entire board had been listening the entire time.

  However, not only was Howard Marciano the largest shareholder of Taggart Securities, he also owned one of the biggest new corps in the world. “I think Mr. Taggart and I need to have a chat.”

  “What did you do?” John spat at Sawyer.

  Jack stood up. “It w
as a team effort.”

  “You sons of bitches. I will ruin you.”

  “Not before you go to jail,” Sawyer said. “Or step down from Taggart Securities, after you publically admit you made an accounting error and refund every bit of the money you’ve stolen over the years.”

  “I agree, Mr. Taggart,” Howard said. “Pick one, or I’ll do it for you.”

  John sputtered, but no one could actually understand anything he was saying. Then the entire board started talking at once.

  Sawyer walked over to his brother, and patted him on the back. “Good work, little brother. I think you can take things over from here.”

  “Not you?”

  “No. I’d rather keep doing business as usual back in Raleigh.” Sawyer smiled. “You should come to visit soon. I’m getting married and need a groomsmen.”

  “I’d… I’d be honored.” Jack shook his head. “I can’t believe you want to give this up.”

  “I’m not giving anything up. This was never mine in the first place.” He let his hand fall. “You were the one to work your ass off for John all these years. The company belongs to you.”

  17

  London

  One week later.

  Today was her wedding day. Today was also the day she met her soon-to-be mother in law for the first time. She’d loved Regina as soon as she met her, and the feeling was mutual.

  She and Sawyer had decided on a small ceremony in the park, with only a few friends and family in attendance. Maya was her maid of honor while Sawyer’s brother Jack was his best man.

  And the looks they were giving each other were priceless.

  “I think there’s something going on between those two,” she whispered to her dad and Sawyer’s mother Regina, walked her down an aisle made of rose petals.

  He patted her hand. “It seems you’ve inherited my penchant for match-making. Your mother always accused me of being a romantic.”

  “Too bad you weren’t the one to introduce Sawyer and me, or you’d be three for three.”

  They arrived at the arch, wear her husband to be waited for her, looking as handsome as ever.

  As her dad grabbed Sawyer’s hand and joined it with hers, he said, “Who do you think was the one to send him the invitation to the spring ball?”