Leverage (Billionaire Romance)

Boston Kincaid was used to getting what he wanted — not because things came easily to him but because he didn’t accept obstacles.

And he wanted her.

There were a million different reasons why he shouldn’t, but none mattered. She invaded his fantasies, his dreams, interrupted his thoughts with frightening regularity and he figured that the only way he could ease his frustration was to have her in his possession.

But first he had to find his leverage. He suffered no illusions that what he was doing was ethical, moral, or even legal but, again none of that mattered. Perhaps he was obsessed, yes… That was a good word for it. Obsessed. But if the advantage of being filthy wealthy was the ability to remove all obstacles, Boston didn’t hesitate to use every resource available to him.

And that included finding a way to bend Julianna to his will.

“She’s here.” Although Richard, his right-hand man, knew better than to allow a hint of judgment to color his voice, Boston could see the questioning look in the older man’s eyes. “Shall I show her in?”

Boston stood and straightened his jacket, tugging on his sleeve until they were impeccably straight, a predatory grin stretching his mouth. ‘Yes, please do. And close the door behind you.’

Richard opened the door and a curvy blonde, big brown eyes wide and unsure, walked in, obviously confused as to why Boston Kincaid, a billionaire several times over, had requested an audience. He enjoyed her confusion, but even more so, he couldn’t help but feast his eyes on every curve on her lush figure and he couldn’t wait to taste every inch. Was it presumptuous of him to assume that she would agree to his terms? Perhaps…but fortune favored the bold. What he was about to propose was likely the boldest move he’d ever made in his life. And he couldn’t wait. Richard closed the door quietly, enclosing them both in the privacy of his expansive office.

“Please take a seat, Miss Holly,” he said, his eyes dancing. She was even prettier than she was the first time he’d seen her, trying to balance a tray full of dirty glasses, glasses barely clinging to the tip of her nose. At first glance, she wouldn’t have drawn a single glance from any of the people he usually associated with — short, awkward, and plainly not the most coordinated — but Boston hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. Not even for a second. Her breasts, barely contained in that ugly ill-fitting uniform, nearly begged for his mouth, and those hips were made for his hands as he drove into her. Everything about her was rounded and feminine and he had to have her.

“I don’t understand why I’m here,” she started, looking nervously around the room. “Have I done something wrong?”

“Do you know who I am?”

She shook her head. ‘No. Should I?’ she asked, pushing her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose. “I don’t have a television and I don’t pay attention much to the news. I mostly read. When I have free time that is.”

“My name is Boston Kincaid. I could spend the next hour talking about all the things I own, businesses, houses, etc. but that’s not really why I have brought you here. I have a business proposition for you of a unique persuasion.”

A subtle frown gathered on her forehead. “A business proposition? Are you sure you have the right girl? I dropped out of college and I’ve been working at the Tasty Perk for the last six months. I’m not sure I have anything to offer someone like you.”

He couldn’t help the smile. “I think you’re exactly the person I’ve been looking for.”

“What kind of person would that be?”

Instead of answering, he said, “I always make a habit of doing a thorough background check on the people I plan to have in my life. I know quite a lot about you Julianna Holly.”

“You do?” She asked, plainly confused. “Why?”

“I know that you have a brother you care a lot about. And I know you’re doing your best to care for him. But it must be terribly difficult to bear the financial burden of his medical needs all by yourself.”

“How do you know that?” she asked, shifting with discomfort at the personal nature of his background check. “And why would you need to know such personal stuff about me and my family?”

“As you can imagine, a person of my position must take every precaution so I hope you can forgive my intrusion.” She nodded but remained wary, much like the gazelle watching for the lion. He suppressed the predatory smile and pushed forward, impatient to end this forced social nicety so that he could make his offer. “You have nothing to fear. I found nothing that gave me pause. You have been a good girl to this point in your life. Good grades, civic volunteerism and only one parking ticket, courtesy of the university campus police. They’re such a nuisance, aren’t they?” he tsked in commiseration, which prompted a small smile.

“I was late for an exam and decided to risk the fine to park in an area that was designated for parking passes only.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Not sure. I got a B on the exam and the ticket cost me $150. That’s a lot for a college student on a budget,” she added for his benefit assuming he wouldn’t know how it felt to be stuck with limited funds. “Paying off that ticket meant I was eating ramen noodles for two weeks. Have you ever tried to exist on high sodium and carbs alone?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“It’s rough.”

“I can imagine.”

Julianna pushed her hair behind her ear and glanced around his office. “Nice place. Smells like old wood and lemon polish. Like an old library.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Yeah, I like books. I can’t usually afford to buy them so I spend a lot of my free time in libraries. Some people visit museums, I visit libraries.”

“And my office reminds you of one you visited?”

She smiled. “Yeah. It was a small town, not even big enough for a stoplight and the museum actually shared space with the library. One side of the building housed the antiques and the other end, books. But there was a huge fireplace in the middle of the room with a sitting area for reading, like one you’d see in a castle or something. It was amazing. I always thought if I had a lot of money, I’d build a library in my house something like that. It was cozy and warm and invited curling up with a good book.” She glanced at him shyly to ask. “Do you have a huge library like that?”

“I do…not that I get to spend much time there. I haven’t read for pleasure for a very long time. However, the last time I was in there…my pleasure wasn’t found between the pages of a book.”

She blushed at the casual mention of his sexual exploits and his groin tightened at the inadvertently sexy action. “So…not to be rude or anything but…why did you bring me here? I’m still a bit confused and I need to get back to work.”

Boston rubbed his mouth to keep his excitement at bay. Yes, to the point. “As I mentioned before, I know a bit about you. The fact that you dropped out of college to care for your brother says a lot about your character.” Ironic, that he would admire her for such a selfless gesture and yet he was about to ask her to compromise her dignity and integrity. If he weren’t such a bastard, he might’ve felt a twinge of conscience. But just standing in her presence, was enough to fire his blood. “Let me get straight to the point. I want to help you with your brother. But before you get the wrong idea about my intentions, know this…nothing comes for free. What I’m about to offer you might be shocking, it might even offend you. But I’m a man accustomed to getting what he wants and right now I want you.”

Julianna’s mouth dropped open at his frank statement. Her voice rang with indignation as she asked, “What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean you want me? Do you mean…?” She couldn’t even say the words, which he found quite endearing. Hell, everything about her he found delicious. She swallowed and stared. “I think you have the wrong impression of me. I’m not a whore so if you’re about to make me an indecent proposal, save your breath.” She rose on unsteady feet, wobbling on her cheap heels. “Good day Mr. Kincaid.”

She turned to leave but Boston wasn’t about to let her go. “It’s a pity your brother can’t get the help he needs. I would imagine that if you had more resources at your disposal, Tom might actually walk again. I’ve done a little research and I found a facility in New Zealand with some cutting edge technology and therapy designed to help repair spinal injuries, much like your brother’s. I imagine, a man like him, who was once very active, dreams of someday getting out of that wheelchair.”

“What are you saying?” she asked.

“Don’t play coy. Simply that with more resources, your brother might get the help he needs. If you were agreeable to my business proposition, I would happily provide those resources to your brother. Actually, it’s a very simple arrangement with mutual benefit so there’s no need to take offense. Honestly, women have been bartering their bodies since the beginning of time so it’s hardly a new concept.”

“How dare you dangle something like that in front of me. Who are you? What kind of man are you?”

“I’m a man who gets what he wants. By any means possible.”

Her stricken expression told him volumes about her opinion of him but he didn’t care nor did it cut when she said, “You are very cruel.”

He shrugged. It wasn’t the first time he’d been accused of cruelty and it wouldn’t be the last. “Would you like to know more?”

“No.”

Boston reached into his desk and tossed a plane ticket toward her. ‘Right there is a first-class plane ticket to New Zealand purchased in your brother’s name. He already has a suite reserved at the facility. There is a waiting list two years long for people to get into this program. With one phone call, Tom could be there at the top of the list. It seems a small thing I’m asking of you for such a life-changing possibility for your brother.’

“And what exactly are you asking of me?” she asked, her eyes watering. For such a small thing, she radiated energy. Everything about her seemed to vibrate with youth and energy. Boston was 10 years older than she was and he couldn’t wait to peel the clothes from her body. ‘I suppose you know enough about me to know that what you’re asking of me goes against everything I believe in.”

At that he chuckled. “Ahh yes…I’ve always been fascinated by people who take a vow of chastity before marriage. Take heart, most women lose their virginity for far less noble purposes.”

Her cheeks colored. “You’re taking something precious from me by suggesting such a thing.”

‘Nonsense. It’s a thin sheath of skin that you could’ve lost horseback riding. Don’t place undue value on something so easily lost.”

“It’s not about a sheath of skin. It’s about something I was saving for someone who loved me, not a callous businessman with more money than morals.”

“So be it. I’m happy to play the part of the bastard as long as I get what I want.”

‘How can you be so cruel? I don’t understand. What did I do to deserve this?’

‘Perhaps the question should be how did you get so lucky? Do you realize how many women would love to be in your position? I’m willing to give you something no one else would ever be able to.’

“Yes, but the price is my soul.”

‘Please. Don’t be so dramatic. I’m asking for the use of your body for a predetermined space of time. And for that right, I will pay you handsomely as well as provide your brother with the care he so desperately needs to resume his life. Imagine, if you weren’t caring for an injured brother, perhaps you could go back to school or stop working two jobs. If you realign your thinking, what I’m offering you is truly a blessing.”

Her stare narrowed. “Only someone who has never valued anything more than what money could buy would say something like that.”

“Perhaps. Would you like to know more about your new place in life?”

“I haven’t said yes.”

“A formality. You and I both know you’re going to say yes. You would be a fool to say no and I know you’re not fool.”

The defiance died in her eyes and he knew he had her. The victory hardened his cock and lust pounded through his veins. “Take a seat. We shall discuss terms.” He waited for her to slowly sink into the chair before continuing. “For the sum of $1 million you will move into my home and into my bed. You will tend to all of my needs. Your body belongs to me. I will provide you with a new wardrobe, a new car, and spending money. In addition I will see to it that your brother receives the best care for his rehabilitation.”

She swallowed and there was a subtle shake to her voice as she asked, “And when will this relationship start?”

He leaned forward, pinning her with his gaze. “Immediately,” he answered silkily and she shuddered. “Do you agree to my terms?”

“I need time to think about it.”

“No. Decide now.”

She gasped in distress but he knew the key to successful negotiations was to hit hard and fast and this was one deal he didn’t plan to lose. She looked as if she’d rather run away but she jerked a short nod. His smile widened. “Excellent. You’re making the right choice.”

“Then why do I feel like throwing up?”

“Because you’re letting go of the old you to embrace a new one.” She didn’t look convinced and he found her reluctance adorable. “Release your hair,” he instructed, wanting to see those golden waves tumble down her back. Her hair, tousled and wild, was just the right length for gripping a solid handful. He had to restrain himself before he lost control right there in his office. “I have something for you, something to seal the deal between us.”

She eyed him with suspicion. “And what would that be?”

He reached into his desk and removed a Tiffany box. He cracked it open and removed the tiny, delicate bracelet. He’d had it custom made just for her. His initials were woven into the tiny gold thread. It was impossibly beautiful and ridiculously expensive but more importantly, it was a symbol of his ownership of her that only they would know. He walked to her. “Hold out your wrist,” he instructed as he clasped the bracelet on. “You are never to take this off. If I see this off of you there will be consequences. Do not test me for you will not like the man I become. You belong to me and as such you will wear this as a symbol of who has claimed you. Am I clear?”

“Do you see me as nothing more than a pet?”

“A very valuable pet,” he corrected her. “A very lucky pet.”

She shook her head. “A pet just the same.”

Had he not just given her the world in exchange for something relatively small? “Some pets are cherished above people,” he pointed out gruffly and she shrugged as if only someone like him would say something like that and it made him feel small, which didn’t sit well at all. “It doesn’t matter how you look at our relationship. What matters is that you obey the rules set between us.”

“Fine. I will wear your bracelet,” she agreed but he felt no satisfaction. He wanted her to want to wear the bracelet. Julianna plucked at the gold. “So delicate. What if it breaks? I’m very clumsy.”

His smile became indulgent. “Than I shall make you another.”

Julianna accepted his answer and then pierced him with her gaze to ask, “Why me? I’m sure there are a million different women out there who would jump at the chance to be your pampered pet. I’m clearly not one of them and yet you’ve coerced me into accepting. Surely, you could’ve persuaded someone far less difficult for your little game.”

His breath became shallow as he stared into her deep brown eyes. The knowledge that no one had ever touched her was enough to send him into orbit before even taking her. But he couldn’t explain why she intrigued him like no other because he didn’t know. Instead of answering truthfully, he answered, “Why not?” before pressing his lips to hers in a sweet, almost innocent kiss. Her breath caught and she made a small sound in her throat that he wanted to suck into his mouth. He would wait before he took her for the first time – he wanted everything to be perfect — but he was almost shaking with the need to explore every inch of her body. His cock pulsed, hard and ready. “Tell me of your sexual experiences,” he said roughly. “I want to know every detail before we begin.”

Her cheeks bloomed with heat and her tongue darted out to slick her lips and he couldn’t stop himself from lowering his mouth to taste her again. She was as sweet as he imagined she would be but now he had to know her intimately. His hand reached down to caress her quim through the soft cotton of her dress and she jumped at the contact. “What are you doing?” she asked, her tone strangled by mortification. “Here? Now? Oh my God…what if someone walks in?”

“No one will disturb us,” he assured her, loving the warmth beneath his palm, knowing that if he were to dip his finger deep into her core, it would come out wet with her sweetness. “I want to know your dirty secrets,” he said.

“You didn’t pay for my secrets, dirty or otherwise,” she answered, her chest rising rapidly. “My secrets are my own.”

He growled at being denied. “You belong to me now.”

She countered with, “Only my body. Never my heart.”

His mouth stretched in a cruel smile. “I have no interest in your heart, silly girl. Your body and your consent are all I require.” To drive home the point, he removed her glasses and gave her shoulders a gentle push, commanding, “On your knees, Julianna. Your service to me starts now. Have you ever sucked a cock?”

She covered her face with her hands as she lowered to her knees but nodded.

“Good. I suppose a college girl would’ve found herself in a situation where a cock ended up in her face at some point,” he said but he hated the idea of her pleasuring anyone but himself in that way. A growl of possession surprised him. “Let’s see how good you are,” he said, unzipping his trousers with mildly shaking fingers. He released his cock and smiled with satisfaction when her gaze widened at his size. He’d always been blessed with a well-endowed penis, something he’d realized in high school and quickly put to good use with every pretty girl who’d allowed him into her panties. “Nice, huh?” he said, palming the length and squeezing the moisture from the head. “Look what you do to me?” he teased with a wide grin but she wasn’t smiling. Julianna lifted her gaze to him and shook her head.

“I can’t get my mouth around that thing,” she said, although her pupils had darkened and her tongue had snaked out to dart across her lips. “It’s impossible.”

But Boston was willing to bet she wasn’t worried about her mouth. He smiled indulgently, and nudged her soft lips with the head of his cock. “Let’s give it a try and see what happens,” he suggested playfully before guiding his cock to her soft mouth. She made a mewling noise at the back of her throat but she opened for him, squeezing her eyes shut as the head passed beyond her teeth and slid into her wet mouth. “Caress my ball sac tenderly,” he instructed, closing his eyes to the pleasure as her tongue danced across the sensitive head. “Ahhh, that’s it…very good…” Better than good, he wanted to groan, barely containing the voracious appetite building behind every soft hip thrust against her mouth. Hot, wet, tantalizingly erotic, Boston had never been so consumed by the pleasure of a woman’s mouth. His knees weakened as her tongue drilled into the opening at the head, surprising him with move. She may be a virgin but she was pretty adept at sucking cock, he realized, suddenly needing the support of his desk to remain standing. She tugged at his cock and gripped his balls and his thighs quivered at the rough touch. For a tiny thing, she was stronger than she looked.

His eyes popped open and he was thrown by how quickly his need to come skyrocketed at the sight of her lovely, wide mouth devouring him inch by inch. Ahhh…shit…he wasn’t going to last, not like this. Slow the fuck down, he told himself, trying slow his hip thrusts so as not to hurt her. His chest tightened and his stomach muscles clenched as his orgasm barreled down the pipe like a locomotive that’d just jumped the track. He couldn’t stop it; he was going to come. A split second decision stilled his warning as he exploded into her mouth, shuddering with pleasure and nearly losing the ability to remain standing as white-hot jets of fluid went down her throat. Julianna stumbled back, choking and wiping at her mouth, glaring as sudden tears glittered in her eyes.

“Don’t do that again,” she warned when she could speak again as he straightened on unsteady limbs. She’d sucked the strength right out of him. Holy hell, that was one bang up blowjob, even if she looked ready to brain him with his marble penholder. He hadn’t meant to come in her mouth but honestly, he couldn’t exactly spurt onto the floor. What would the cleaning lady think of that mess? But seeing Julianna with angry tears coursing down her cheeks, made him immediately defensive.

“Sorry, can’t make that promise. I liked coming in your mouth.” Boston tucked his spent cock back into his trousers and zipped up with a quick motion. He knuckled her cheek and caught a tear with a small smile even though she was sending daggers his way as she replaced her glasses on her nose. “You’re pretty good at that. Are you sure you’re a virgin? You didn’t just hustle me, did you? Pretending to be the virgin without much experience, when in truth, you’re as experienced as a two-dollar whore?”

Julianna narrowed her gaze at his crude humor, to retort coolly. “I hardly think you are the kind of man who would allow himself to be hustled by anyone.”

“True enough,” he agreed, still riding the high of his conquest. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so euphoric after a sexual encounter. Damn, this was better than any street drug he’d ever dabbled with. “But usually women with little sexual experience don’t know what to do with a cock of my size. Let’s just say I was pleasantly surprised by your skill.”

“Just because I haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I haven’t had sexual experiences,” she said, deflating his previous good humor. Why did he hate the idea of her with anyone else? She seemed to realize her comment had struck a nerve and it was her turn to smile. “And you know what they say…practice makes perfect.”

Ouch. He glared at her nerve. “Good,” he managed to return with an equally frosty smile. “I look forward to sampling more of your honed talents.”

A moment passed between them and Julianna exhaled with a fatalistic shake of her head. “This isn’t going to work. I don’t like you.”

“And why should that matter?”

Julianna blinked in surprise at his blunt question. “Well, because it does,” she answered with a tiny stamp of her foot. “The act of sex is very intimate and I would imagine you should at least like the person you are doing it with.”

“Your feelings toward me are inconsequential as long as you don’t bite.”

At the implication of his statement, she blushed two shades of pink. Yes, that’s right…I’m talking about when my cock is stuffed in your mouth. He watched her struggle with the urge to tell him to go to hell but when she remained silent, he shrugged. Missed opportunities, love. Back to business. He returned to his chair and leaned back with a self-satisfied smile. And why shouldn’t he be satisfied? Thus far the day had been very productive. And relaxing. Perhaps he should request a blowjob every day as part of their new arrangement. The happy thought remained with him as he said, “Richard will finalize the documents and the financial arrangements as well as have your belongings delivered to my home. Is there anything else you require before we conclude our first meeting?”

She wiped at her tears, a single expression of desolation marring her lovely beauty, before she cleared her voice and lifted her chin, to say in a hard tone, “My brother better have the best of everything for the price I’m paying.”

Boston smiled at her spirit, impressed. “Don’t worry. I don’t renege on my word,” he assured her, adding with a primal grin. “I look forward to being the first man between your thighs. Do whatever you need to prepare yourself for this evening,” he said, then added, “Richard will take you to the spa for your waxing, but I prefer a little hair on the pussy so please, a landing strip would be perfect.”

She skewed her gaze away but nodded nonetheless.

As soon as she was gone, Boston let out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding. Julianna was no easy conquest and the war he saw in her eyes was bound to leave scars. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough. Thank God, he had work to distract himself from what he wanted so desperately at the moment.