No Escaping the Billionaire's Desire

Zephyra POVMy hands trembled as his blue eyes heated up, and though his big body seemed coiled tight, he didn't move, possibly sensing my nervousness."Yes? You didn’t have any more questions for me?" he challenged. "You weren't curious about the man you were planning to leave with? Who I am, what I do?"I licked my lips, acknowledging that I should be more curious. Those were the things I should want to know before doing anything with this guy. But at that point, unless he confessed to being a serial killer, would any of it make a difference? I was sick of thinking about it. I just wanted to have sex with this man who, from the way he talked and acted, seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing.“Let’s not pretend we’ll ever see each other after tonight," I stated, trying to act mature. "You don’t strike me as the more-than-one-night kind of guy.”He inclined his head, an almost mischievous glint in his eyes. “Does that bother you?”“No," I breathed. "Yes. I don’t know. I’m sorry

A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as the strain of holding back built in my shoulders and biceps. With one last thrust, I was fully seated inside her. Her pussy was like a heated vise around my dick, and my balls were already drawn tight.“Are you okay?” I asked through gritted teeth. She didn’t answer right away, her beautiful green eyes searching mine in fast, dazed flicks. I didn’t know what answers she was looking for in my gaze, but if she was waiting for me to say something poetic, she’d be disappointed.“Cutie, unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t stop fucking you until you come all over my cock. Got it?”She licked her lips. “Yes.” She shifted her hips experimentally, making both of us groan. Then those mesmerizing eyes were back on mine. “I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted to come with you inside me. But . . .” She twisted her hands in my grip, and I released her. Immediately, she brought them to rest on my chest, fingers tracing my pecs, trav

Zephyra's POVMy ringing phone woke me from a restless sleep. I fumbled around on my side table until I found it. “Hello?” I mumbled, squinting against the fingers of light finding their way past the edges of my bedroom curtains.“We got it!” Jovan’s loud voice made me wince.I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “Got what?”“The Wright Group project,” he said, and now I was wide awake. “Really?” I was simultaneously shocked, delighted, and wracked with nerves. Delighted that all our hard work had paid off, and excited at the knowledge that something I’d have a hand in designing would feature prominently in major cities around the US.But my stomach twisted at the thought of being in the same space as Lirael for an extended period.From the way he had looked at me during our presentation, it was obvious he was less than happy to see me. And I guessed I understood why. Lirael didn’t seem the type to be interested in mixing business with pleasure, particularly not when the pleasure was only ever

Zephyra's POVIt was Monday, and I sat on the beautiful yet uncomfortable leather couch outside Lirael’s office, trying not to fidget. My heart hammered against my ribcage, and nervous sweat dampened my skin. Lirael’s PA, a young man who introduced himself as Samson, eyed me from across the space, and I wondered if he could tell how nervous I was.He picked up his phone, glanced at me, said something, and hung up. “You can go in, Miss Zane.”I smiled my thanks at him, then stood, smoothing down my gray pencil skirt. With Freya’s help, I had paired it with a cream sleeveless blouse with delicate little buttons running down the front of it. Black strappy heels finished off the look. As Freya put it, the outfit was classy, while still doing a fantastic job of highlighting my curves.Professional with a hint of sexy. Perfect to give me the confidence I needed to face this uncomfortable situation.Samson gave me a slightly concerned look, and I realized I had ground to a halt, standing fro

Lirael's POV“Are you listening?” Nathan’s voice brought my attention back to the discussion as my brothers and I sat around a table in his office, analyzing the Wright Group’s financials for the last quarter, as well as the projections for the next six months. 'Of course,' I said, despite the memory of my meeting with Zephyra that morning occupying most of my attention.She had surprised me. I was mostly convinced that our original encounter and what happened between us were a coincidence. The shock and horror on her face when I suggested otherwise had been believable enough that a part of me—a tiny part—actually felt bad about accusing her. But there were women out there who would do exactly that. Outside the bedroom, there had been plenty of people over the years who orchestrated meetings with me and my brothers to try to get something from us.In our position, trust had been scarce. I wasn’t sure there was anyone in my life I trusted completely. I knew my brothers wouldn’t screw m