Billionaire Brothers 2 : Love Has A Name by S. Ann Cole

Tish’s voice. “Axia, your food is here. The photographer will resume shooting in forty-five minutes and your hair isn’t done straightening yet.”
    Lovello slipped his hand from my shorts and I raised my head from his chest and strengthened my voice. “Thanks, Tish. I’ll be there in a minute.”
    We listened as Tish’s footsteps traveled down the hall, then I lifted my face to my seducer’s. “Listen, Lovello, I can’t do this with you, okay?”
    “You mean you don’t want to. But guess what, I want to. I want you. So no, it’s not okay. Okay?” He closed my robe and retied it. “ Why exactly don’t you want this with me?”
    “Because … I … you don’t … I just can’t!”
    His eyes frosted. “Is it because of that Zane idiot who sent you that lame-ass necklace? Are you in love with him?”
    “How do you know his name?”
    “Because I was standing over you reading the damn card, Axia.” He pushed away from the wall, slightly angered. “And from what I’ve read, you’ve been with him recently.”
    I folded my arms. “And what the hell does that have to do with you, exactly? Do you have it in your head that I’m your woman or something? Because if you do, then you need to get rid of those deluded thoughts, asap !”
    “As a matter of fact, I do …”
    He took a step towards me and I instinctively backed away. No, I couldn’t bear another touch of his. “Don’t touch me, Lovello.”
    He gave a cocky grin. “Why?”
    Oh how I wish I could smack that grin off his face. “Because … it’s repulsive!”
    In a quick dash, I made it to the door and fumbled with the lock, but before I could get it open, Lovello was there right behind me, bracing his length against mine, his lips trailing kisses along my shoulder. “Is it?”
    Slumping myself against the door in patent weakness, I breathed, “Love, please stop. I can’t bear it.”
    “Hell, that sounds so damn good. Call me that from now on instead of ‘Pretty Boy’. Or call me both. I can’t decide which sounds sexier coming from your lips.” He flexed his hips inward, and I felt the rigidity of his erection digging into my back. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, Axia. Every single thing about you makes me burn. Achingly. Intensely. Unbearably. I burn . For you.” He brought one hand around, slid it under the robe and cupped me. “Hmm, your sex is on fire ,” he moaned.
    Feebly, I turned around in his embrace and made an involuntary thrust of my hips upward, loving the feel of his hardness now against my stomach. “Please, Love, let me go. They need me out there.”
    “Kiss me first, and then I’ll let you go.”
    “Can’t you jus —”
    “Why argue? Do you want me to just take it, then?”
    Feeling debilitated but at the same time excited for him, I brought my hands around his neck and pulled him into a slow, passionate kiss. Finding unexplainable peace in his arms, I didn’t want to let go. And when he tried to part, I tipped on my toes and kissed him deeper, wanting so much more of him. More than his kiss. More than his touch.
    Lovello pulled away. “They need you out there, remember?” He brushed his thumb over my swollen lips. “I’ll get your cell number from your assistant and phone you after the shoot, okay?”
    “Okay” was all I could say as I pulled out of his embrace, turned the doorknob and walked on numbed legs out of the room.

VI

    I t was minutes after seven when Tish pulled into the Blacksilles’ complex in Bel Air. Instead of staying there with me, she’d opted for spending her next couple of hours in L.A. with some ex-girlfriend of hers. She’d be flying back home in the morning to oversee the gym. I’d left my top trainer, Mike, in charge, but there wasn’t a soul who could handle PSFC better than Tish.
    Halfway around the round-about fountain, which is of an enormous marble statue of a naked woman posing rather provocatively as water gushed about her, Tish halted the jeep and I