The Billionaire's Heart: Billionaire Brothers (Tycoon Billionaires Book 0) by Julie Farrell Page B

better now?”
    “I was alright. Just… I hate disrespectful men, you know.”
    “Well, I was glad you were there, thank you. Again.”
    He held her tight. “I never want anything to happen to you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Suddenly nothing in my life seems as important as you. Sounds stupid, I know. We’ve only known each other a few days.”
    “I feel like I’ve known you all my life,” she said. “You’ve been with me this whole time – that’s how it feels.” She rested her head down on his shoulder. “Ivan?”
    “Uh-huh?”
    “What is this secret project you and my cousin are working on?”
    His muscles tensed. He wanted to tell her everything. But…
    “Tariq and I swore to each other we’d never tell a soul. Not until it was unleashed.”
    “Unleashed? Sounds shady!”
    “Nah, it’s just… life-changing.”
    She propped herself up on her elbows. “I’m just interested – I’m not trying to get you in trouble with Tariq. I was thinking, maybe I could help?”
    He caressed her face. “I think you might be made of magic.”
    She chuckled. “I won’t tell anyone. You can trust me.”
    “I trust you.”
    The truth was, Ivan had been dying to tell someone. He hated all this secrecy, and his brothers had been asking a lot of questions. He knew he couldn’t tell them. But Samira was Tariq’s cousin and his lover. What harm could it do?  “Okay… It’s a perpetual motion machine. It runs on nanotechnology and it doesn’t require an input energy source. It’ll mean the end of oil and fossil fuel. This could liberate our species.”
    Samira stared blankly at him. “You must think I’m an idiot, Ivan. I don’t believe that for a minute.”
    “I don’t think you’re an idiot. It’s the truth.”
    She frowned. “Wow… if it’s true, that means you’re a genius.”
    He chuckled. “Not really. It’s just something me and Tariq figured out. You can’t tell anyone, please? It’s important.”
    “I won’t, I swear.” Her beautiful face lit up. “But knowing how smart you are makes me like you even more than I did before.”
    “I don’t know if I could possibly like you any more than I do. Now come here and ride me. I need to feel your tight little pussy around me. I want to give you all the pleasure that exists in the universe. Just for you.”

Chapter Eleven
     
    The sun always shone in California, and this morning it was shining in Samira’s heart. Sh e felt proud and excited as she climbed out of the taxi with Ivan. She hoped all her neighbours could see them arriving home together. She was still dressed in her clothes from last night, so it was obvious what she and Ivan had been up to, but no one here would be calling the police. She loved America’s liberal attitudes towards sex – it was unbelievable to think that she’d actually been arrested in Iran for being alone with a boy so recently. She hated that place.
    But here she had her own home, the chance of a good education… her independence. She adored this house that Tariq was so generously funding. From the outside it looked like a doll’s house that she’d played with as a child – and she often felt as if she was a child playing ‘grown-ups’ whenever she arrived home. It was a two-storey dream – clean, cream, and modern. Not like some of the grubby places back in Iran. And the grounds were lovely – a lush green lawn dotted with palm trees. The garage – where her hunk-of-love truck was currently sulking – was attached to the side of the house and blended in perfectly. She held Ivan’s hand and they strolled up the driveway together, feeling ready to take on the world.
    Last night, Ivan had taken a change of clothes with him to the hotel, so now he was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt and looking incredible. Samira glowed with pride. Was this really her new man? She was loving America more and more each day.
    “I’ll take a look at your car now, sweetheart. Then I guess I’d better shower