CRAVED (By the Alpha Billionaire #1) Read online

  I leaned against my car and fished for my keys, catching a notice on the screen of my phone indicating I had a message from Luke.

  “Ugh,” I groaned as I proceeded to read it. Just as I expected, it was an apology. Luke gushed on and on about how perfect I was for him, how stupid he was, how he’d made the biggest mistake of his life, how Sara conned him, and on and on. I didn’t buy it nor did I finish the multi page block of text.

  We’d been together so long, I’d grown used to overlooking his shortcomings and ignoring the fact that we had a comfortable sort of love. Like those old jeans you kept since high school because you loved them once and they remind you of happier times, so you hold on to them even if they no longer look good on you or they went out of style years ago. That was Luke for me. And maybe it wasn’t even love I felt anymore, but a sort of contented nostalgia that I confused for love.

  I called him to make sure he wasn’t at our apartment.

  “Maisie.” He answered in the middle of the first ring.

  “I need to know if you’re gone,” I said. “I’m coming home. I don’t want to see you. Or her.”

  “Did you get my text?” he asked. His voice was all groggy and early morning. I used to think it was cute. Now it annoyed me.

  “I did.”

  “And?”

  “What about it?”

  “Do you accept my apology?”

  I scoffed. “For fucking my stepsister?!”

  “For messing up. Maisie, I’m not perfect. Neither are you.”

  “Yeah, but I never cheated on you.” I crossed my free arm across my waist, silently debating on whether or not to hang up with him. We’d fought before and our fights could go on for days. “Not once, Luke.”

  “Sara’s the only…mistake I’ve made since we’ve been together,” he insisted. “I swear to you, Maisie. You’re my first love. You’re my everything. I’m going to marry you someday.”

  He’d been saying that for years. In fact, he’d said it so much it stopped losing its potency a long time ago.

  “I’m not marrying you, Luke,” I said, hanging my head back and staring up into the cloudless, blue sky. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Businessman exiting the lobby with his rolling suitcase behind him. Dressed in gray slacks and a navy blue sweater with a navy check shirt underneath and blacked out Warby Parker sunglasses, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly looked away and prayed he didn’t see me checking him out. “I need to know. Are you home or are you gone?”

  Sawyer rolled up next to me. Evidently it wasn’t enough that our rooms were adjoining, our cars were also next to one another. I turned my back to him.

  “I’m here, baby,” Luke said, ignoring everything I’d just said. “Waiting for you. I’m going to make this up to you. I swear.”

  “No,” I groaned. “You can’t. I don’t want you to. I just want you gone. Let’s go our separate ways. This was only a matter of time.”

  “What are you saying?”

  I thought about how Luke and I hadn’t been intimate in months. Perhaps it was partly due to the fact that he was getting some on the side from Sara, and partly because I was losing my urge to want to get buck wild and naked with him like we did when we were first falling in love. A girl can only have so many orgasm-less sex sessions before she loses her urge to get freaky. The vibrator tucked in the back of my nightstand drawer got more action than Luke in the last year.

  “I don’t think either one of us were truly happy,” I said, keeping my voice hushed. “This is probably for the best. Just, please, pack your bags. I’ll give you two hours. When I come home, I want it to look like you never existed.”

  Luke began to argue, but his words meant nothing. The second I opened my mouth to speak again, I felt the phone being pulled away from my ear.

  “Listen, pencil dick, she wants you gone.” I turned around to see Sawyer talking on my phone to my ex-boyfriend.

  “What are you doing?” I reached for my phone, but Sawyer stepped out of my reach.

  “Who am I? I’m the guy who spent all night long fucking the shit out of your sweet Maisie,” he said into the receiver. “God, her lips were fucking fantastic around my dick.”

  My throat swelled and my face flushed.

  “And when she was done sucking my cock,” he said. “I fucked her from behind and came all over her back. And when it was all over, she begged for more. I made her forget your name, jackass. Come to think of it, I think I made her forget hers too.”

  He ended the call, handed my phone back to me and climbed into his car. I walked over to him as he rolled his window down.

  “Do I thank you for that?” I scoffed, though secretly it felt nice that he defended me like that.

  He shrugged and adjusted his dark glasses, and I wished more than anything I could sneak a peek of those killer, hooded eyes again. Suddenly I wondered if his little favor was more of a dig at me, hinting at what could’ve been if only I’d knocked on his door.

  “You leaving town? Your plane all fixed?” I asked.

  “Hopefully by this afternoon I’ll be midflight to JFK,” he said, running his hands along the wooden steering wheel of his rental car. He leaned forward and started it up.

  “What are you going to do until then?”

  He pursed his lips. “I don’t know, Mouthy. Was going to drive around town and see the sights.”

  “The sights?” I laughed. “You realize this town has a population of thirty-two hundred. We might have a shoe store and a McDonald’s, but that’s about it as far as sights go.”

  “I can’t stay another minute in that hotel,” he said. “It reeks of musty carpet and chlorine.”

  “Sorry it’s not up to Sawyer Thomas’ impeccable standards,” I said. “You might want to leave a review on Yelp when you get a chance.”

  “Ah,” he turned to me. “You remembered my name.”

  “Don’t read into it,” I said. “I’m a school teacher. Names are sort of my thing.”

  I taught fifth grade at Garden Springs Elementary, and we just so happened to be on spring break that week. Too bad for Luke, he completely forgot I didn’t have to work, which was how I walked in on him and Sara doing the nasty.

  “School teacher?” he said, the words slowly falling off his tongue. “You don’t look like a school teacher.”

  “What do school teachers look like?” My hands flew to my hips, and I threw him my best teacher stare.

  “Themed sweater vests. High water pants. Glasses,” he said.

  I reached into the bottom of my purse and pulled out a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, slipping them over my nose. “There. Now do I look like a teacher?”

  “More like a naughty secretary.” He squinted behind his glasses. “Or a hipster. I can’t decide.”

  “Has anyone ever told you how completely offensive and chauvinistic you are?”

  “Has anyone ever told you how overly sensitive you are?”

  My hands gripped fistfuls of air as I groaned. He was so fucking hot and so fucking annoying and he got under my skin like no one ever had. And I didn’t even know him!

  I placed a hand on his car door and leaned into his window. “Sawyer, it’s been great getting to know you. A real pleasure. Truly.” I placed my hand over my heart. “I sincerely hope you enjoyed your stay here in our little town. Maybe next time you fly over Missouri you’ll think of me and the way I looked when I walked away, never having given you a taste…”

  I backed up and watched as his lips twisted into agitated amusement. “Get in the car, Mouthy.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Get in.”

  “Why would I do that?!”

  Sawyer wasted no time climbing out of the car and heading toward me until he completely invaded my space and his rich cologne filled my nostrils. I could swim in that stuff it was so divine.

  “Because I said so,” he said as his hands gripped the sides of my face as he lowered his lips onto mine. We stood, lip locked, in the middle of a B
est Western parking lot in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday morning. He kissed me. And I liked it.

  Oh, god, did I like it.

  Sparks flittered through my entire body from my fingertips to my toes and then settling back up into the pit of my stomach, making me feel like I’d just gone upside down on a rollercoaster. He tore himself away from me, leaving us both breathless and my lips stinging hot.

  In silence, we climbed into his rental car and he pulled out of the parking lot.

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked as we drove toward the west side of town.

  His right hand reached across and landed very intentionally on my leg, working its way closer and closer to my tingling, hot core. His fingertips grazed over the top of my jeans, and I swiftly remembered I wasn’t wearing any panties. I’d tossed the dirty ones from the day before in the trash that morning after my shower.

  “Oceana Voyage,” he said.

  “Say that again?”

  “My jet,” he said. “It’s called the Oceana Voyage.”

  “So you really do have a jet? That wasn’t just a story you tell strange women in bars to try to impress them?”

  His hand inched closer, gripping my thigh before his fingers began pressing hard over the ache in my jeans, barely providing an ounce of relief. “Stop talking, Mouthy. You’re not allowed to talk until I say so.”

  I watched him from the corner of my eye as he drove towards the airport on the outskirts of town. We pulled into a parking space next to a hangar that housed a large, private jet with Oceana Voyage emblazoned across it in shiny gold letters. I stood back as he talked to the mechanic and within minutes the automatic staircase came down and he motioned me toward it.

  I reluctantly followed him up the steps, my hands carefully gripping the handrails. I’d never stepped foot on a plane in my entire life. Living in Missouri, we were smack dab in the middle of the country. If we couldn’t drive somewhere in half a day, we just didn’t go.

  A living room area and a bedroom and, from what I could see, a bathroom, filled the bulk of the plane with a private cockpit in front. A 50” flat screen TV was installed against one of the walls. Chrome. Leather. Velvet. Plush. Lux. It was like a fancy little apartment with wings. I could only imagine how expensive this plane was, and I made a mental note to Google Sawyer’s name the next chance I got. Apparently he wasn’t lying about being a fancy pants businessman.

  “Sit,” he said, pointing to a couch. “Don’t speak. You’re not allowed to speak on my plane.”

  The corners of my mouth curled, and I stifled a full smile as I did what he told me to do.

  “The only sounds you’re allowed to make will be the ones you have absolutely no control over,” he said as he got down on his knees between my thighs. “Those are the sounds I’ll allow out of that fuckable little mouth of yours.”

  His fingers worked the button of my jeans and then the zipper, tugging them down my hips. He smiled when he saw I was commando.

  “I love a girl who shows up prepared,” he said, yanking my jeans off the rest of the way. His hands gripped into the flesh of my thighs as he parted my legs.

  My breathing grew labored as I anticipated his next move. I wanted to grip his perfectly combed, sandy brown hair, but I also didn’t want to mess it up. He was so fucking gorgeous. I could probably get off by just looking at him.

  A warm wetness flooded my mound as Sawyer’s tongue danced and swirled and dipped and licked my most intimate parts. The faint scent of my arousal drifted between us, but Sawyer seemed to love it. The wetter I got, the hungrier he seemed to be as he devoured me.

  Tiny sighs escaped my lips and I brought a fingertip to my mouth, biting it to stave off the inevitable release I could feel coming fast and strong. A single, long moan flew from my mouth as he continued, and a flash of an orgasm served as a preview of what was to come.

  Sawyer’s hand glided up my thighs and under my shirt until he reached my swelling breasts. He slipped it under the cup of my lace bra and gently massaged my breast, running the peak of my nipple under the palm of his hand to make it stand on end even harder.

  My thoughts shifted toward his cock, curiosity flooding my mind. Luke was nothing and often left me feeling unsatisfied after our five minute encounters. Everything about Sawyer told me he knew how to treat a woman, and so far, he hadn’t lied about anything.

  The hint of peaks and valleys and waves of ecstasy began to wash over me. The build up. It was coming, and I couldn’t fight it any longer. The most explosive orgasm of my twenty-three years.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  Sawyer’s tongue froze mid-swirl, and my aching pussy came all over it. I was so turned on I climaxed without any further stimulation. Though I was still left craving some real penetration; in the form of his allegedly huge cock to be exact.

  I grabbed my jeans off the floor and headed to the bathroom to get dressed as Sawyer made himself appropriate and headed to the door.

  FOUR

  Sawyer

  Fucking mechanic.

  Maisie scampered off to the bathroom, her jeans tucked under her arm, and I grabbed a towel from the kitchen to wipe my mouth before answering the door.

  “Mr. Thomas,” the mechanic said, streaks of black grease across his pinstriped shirt. “Your plane should be good to go. Ready for flight. We refueled you as well. Your pilot is on his way here. They’ve scheduled you for takeoff in approximately thirty minutes.”

  “Thanks,” I said, shutting the door and heading back to the living room where Maisie was seated. Her cheeks were flushed and reddened, and wisps of blond hair hung in her face as her disheveled hair was now even more disheveled. A coy smile took over her full, juicy lips. The ones I so badly wanted wrapped around my dick. “I’m leaving in a half hour.”

  She pouted her lip out.

  “You don’t have anything to say?” I asked.

  She pulled her phone from her purse and typed up a message on the screen.

  YOU SAID I’M NOT ALLOWED TO SPEAK ON YOUR PLANE. JUST FOLLOWING YOUR RULES, MR. BUSINESSMAN.

  I chuckled. Even invoking her speaking privileges did nothing to stave off her sassy little attitude.

  “I hope you’re feeling satisfied,” I said.

  She held her hand out and made a ‘so-so’ motion. I’d never seen a woman complain about my cunnilingus skills. Never. Not once. I brought her to an orgasm, so I wasn’t sure what more she wanted from me.

  Her eyes drifted down to my pants, honing in on where my semi was resting snug behind the poly blend of my boxer briefs.

  “Oh,” I said, running my hands over my hardening cock. “This. Is this what you want?”

  She nodded, placing the tip of her manicured finger into the corner of her hot mouth. I glanced at my watch. I wasn’t going to have enough time to fuck her the way I wanted to, and I didn’t want to brag about fucking rocking her world and leave her with a quickie.

  “Rain check?” I said.

  Her pretty, aqua eyes scrunched as she stood up, and her face contorted into a scowl. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

  Apparently that was enough to break her silence.

  “I’m leaving in a half hour.” I hide all emotion from my face. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to fuck her or get my rocks off inside that tight, sweet, sopping wet cunt of hers. I just wasn’t going to have enough time.

  “You said you were leaving this afternoon.”

  “Plane is ready to go now. My takeoff has been scheduled with the FAA.”

  “Sounds awfully convenient. What, you have a wife that needs you home all of a sudden? A girlfriend on her way here? Is that why you’re kicking me out? Or did you just want to get me naked on your jet because you couldn’t get me naked in your hotel room? Oh, wait, are you one of those weirdos who have an extreme oral fixation?”

  “What? No,” I said, laughing at the fit she was pitching. “Maisie, calm down.”

  “I feel so fucking stupid right now.” She stormed toward the door
, struggling with the lock.

  “Let me help you.” I walked up behind her but she threw and elbow into my stomach, so I backed off. She put all her strength into moving the lever and the door burst open, almost taking her with it. She smoothed her hair down and held her shoulders back as she took her first step down the stairs. “At least let me call you a cab.”

  She stopped, peering over the parking lot to where my rental car was parked. Her hands gripped air as she cursed quietly under her breath. Maisie was an anomaly: a breathtakingly beautiful mouthy little spitfire. I watched her curvy ass switch with each step she took down the stairway, and I bit my lip as I let go of what might have been and what almost was.

  “Maisie,” I called out, her sweet musk still on my tongue. She kept walking, heading toward the airport lobby. I ran down the stairs and followed her, kicking gravel beneath my shoes. “Wait up.”

  I reached for her arm and spun her around to face me.

  “I’d kiss you, but I just…you know,” I said.

  “Ugh.” She rolled her eyes, refusing to look at me.

  “You said you’re a teacher,” I said.

  “So?”

  “You on spring break this week?”

  “Mmhm.”

  “Want to come to New York for a few days? Get away from all this?”

  Her aqua eyes lifted to meet my gaze, as if she were briefly considering it.

  “No.”

  FIVE

  Maisie

  I wanted to go with him. So bad. But it was crazy. I couldn’t. I didn’t even know him.

  “Okay,” he said, seeming shocked at my answer. He sucked in a deep breath through his full lips, the same ones that had been covering my most intimate parts just a few minutes ago. “That’s really too bad. I wasn’t quite done with you.”

  A zing of electricity soared through my stomach. The logistics of hopping on a plane with him right then and there without so much as a toothbrush packed quelled my desire to do anything spontaneous.