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"How is Amy this morning?"

  "Nervous."

  "You sure about this, James? You are not pushing her too quickly are you? You have only been together for just over a month."

  "If I could hide her away and protect her from all of this I would, mum. I am terrified of losing her."

  "You need to tell her everything, James."

  "I know. I am going to book a week off after the opening in India. Maybe go to the Seychelles or Maldives. I will tell her everything then." He shrugged. "But for now, I need to get her breakfast."

  His mum handed him a tray full of pastries and coffee.

  "One step ahead of you."

  "Thanks, mum."

  "I will make myself scarce today."

  "You don't have to."

  "Oh I do, I have a date."

  James' mouth dropped in shock.

  "You have a what?"

  "Take Amy her food or she will get hungry."

  "Mum…"

  "Go, James. I will be careful."

  He shuddered. "Mum, I don't need to know that."

  "I meant I would follow all your security advice."

  "Phew." He picked up the tray and wandered back into the bedroom. Amy had gotten out of bed and wrapped a dressing gown around her naked body. James felt deflated, he had hoped to have some fun with Amy. A quick glance at the clock showed him there wouldn't be time anyway. If he were late for his call, there would be trouble.

  "Here, beautiful. Breakfast." She turned, took the tray from him, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

  "I will take it back to your mum and eat there. You get ready for your call." She kissed him again and smiled, "We can breakfast in bed tomorrow." And with a cheeky wink she meandered off back down the hallway. James ran a hand through his hair and sighed. God, he hoped she was ready to have sex soon. His balls were tight and turning blue, and he felt like he was permanently stiff when she was around. It was time for a shower. A freezing cold one. Again.

  James could barely concentrate on his phone call. They had important final details to confirm, but all he could think about was Amy and this damn interview. Why couldn't they leave her alone? So what if he had a girlfriend? He wasn't a famous rock star, actor, or royalty, why couldn't they go and pester one of them instead? He never realised that by being a supposedly good looking billionaire meant you had no private life. He guessed it was his own fault because he was also seen out with different girls at different celebrity functions. He had a reputation as a play boy, the truth couldn't have been much further from what the press saw. He would have been quite happy to have not attended them, but he didn't have a choice. It was what was required to keep the business in the spotlight.

  When they finished, he went to find Amy. The stylists and the reporter were already there, and Amy was in the centre of a hive of activity. She had someone curling her hair in soft waves that accentuated the perfect features of her face. They were using a scary looking piece of equipment though and James hoped it wouldn't leave any permanent damage. Amy smiled at him and held her hand out. He took it and pressed a kiss to the soft skin. A camera flashed, and he turned and glared.

  "Mr North." The reporter stood and held his hand out to him. James shook it. The journalist was a little too enthusiastic and made James feel a little uneasy, especially when he looked down at James’s crotch with a lick of his lips. "It is so good to meet you, finally. I am sorry, Ellie couldn't make it so she sent me instead. I am Sean. Your girlfriend is just so lovely. A perfect little doll." He turned to her and winked. "We are making her look very natural." He turned back and looked James up and down again. "I think you need to complement her. I would say a nice pair of tight jeans and a plain T-shirt. That will be perfect."

  "I wear what I want to," James replied in a sullied voice.

  "Oh no, James. You have to wear what you are told. Besides, I like the idea of tight jeans." He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. Sean enthusiastically bounced next to him.

  "Let us go and check out your wardrobe, Mr North. I am sure you have something suitable." Before James could have a chance to protest he was swept up by the reporter and led to his room. He could hear Amy laugh as he went. She would suffer for that later. Only he knew she wouldn't. He didn't do that anymore. He couldn't.

  The interview started off well, general questions on how they met, how long they had been dating, that sort of thing. Amy held her own with the questions. She even admitted to being a dancer when questioned on what her job was. James was proud of her. However, when the sexual questions started, James was on the verge of kicking the reporter out of his house

  "So Miss Jones, we have all seen pictures of Mr North after he has been exercising and has his shirt off. He is very toned. I know a lot of our female readers would like to lick his abs and see where else he is particularly toned." Sean paused and looked James over again. Why did they have to send me the gay interviewer who has spent most of the interview trying to come onto me? Did they think that would make him want to do more work with their magazine? Amy squeezed his hand in reassurance. "Are you able to give our readers an insight into what lies beneath all those fabulous designer suits and how talented he is with it?"

  James went to hold his hand up to stop the interview but Amy took hold of it and smiled.

  "Well, I am not sure if that is something we can talk about in public, because it is a very private thing between us. But I know you have loyal readers, so all I will say is…"

  James held his breath. What was she going to say? And how much would he have to pay his lawyers to get that taken out of the interview?

  "He is even better in the flesh than the pictures, and as for his talent? I can completely assure all your readers here and now; I am not with him for his money." She giggled and licked her lips; it sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to pin her to the sofa and fuck her while still did the interview.

  "Hmm. I can see. You are a very lucky lady indeed." Sean licked his lips.

  James jumped to his feet, realised that gave a better view to Sean of his now even more snugly fitting jeans and quickly jumped behind a chair.

  "The interview is done. I have work I need to do. I trust you got everything you need?"

  "I certainly did." Sean got to his feet. He held out his hand, "It has been a pleasure, Mr North. A great pleasure indeed."

  James reluctantly shook his hand again and quickly headed for the door.

  "Amy can you see them out, please? I need to make a phone call."

  Amy nodded and James returned to his office as quick as possible. He pulled up his laptop and checked his email. Nothing of any importance. He would still answer a few, though just so he could stay in his office.

  Just as he finished, Amy entered the room.

  "It is safe to come out now."

  "Don't." He looked up at her and glared.

  "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. I was terrified but he put me at ease."

  "Well, he didn't do that to me."

  She came over to him and put her arms around his shoulders.

  "My poor baby. Did the nasty man mentally undress you?"

  "Amy."

  She laughed again.

  He should think of a reason to leave the house until he could calm down.

  "I am sorry." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. The heat of her lips pulsated through his body straight to his cock. Fuck, he really had to get out of there.

  "I have to go to the office. Some forms need signing before I go to India." He stood up and went to the window to put distance between them both. He was shaking, his fists clenched to try to maintain control.

  "Can you not have Matthew bring them over here? I thought we could have some lunch together and then maybe go for a walk."

  "Matthew is not here to courier papers around for me, Amy. He is here for protection. If I were to have a walk with you, he would need to be with us." He snapped at her.

  "I am sorry." He could hear the pain in her voice. This was killing him. "I will go chan
ge. I will see you tonight."

  "Amy." She paused, her head was down. "I am sorry. That guy threw me off. I wanted to enjoy the interview. I wanted it to be the first of many we do together. You did well. I am proud of you."

  She turned back to face him.

  "Now you know how I feel when you look at me that way."

  He came up to her and dared to put his arms around her waist, but he waited to be thumped and pushed away.

  "You don't like the way I look at you?"

  "I didn't say that."

  "I am sorry I shouted at you."

  "I know. I am sorry I teased you."

  James was relaxing again. He was bringing himself back under control. Just her closeness tamed the wild beast within him. He kissed her tenderly on the lips.

  "Do you really have to go to the office."

  He shook his head. "No."

  "We can have lunch together?"

  "Yes."

  "Can we have lunch in bed?"

  "Of course."

  She took his hand and led him from the study. Instead of heading to the kitchen she went straight to the bedroom, though.

  "Amy we need to get the food first."

  She looked at him from under her long flutter lashes,

  "I was thinking of a different type of lunch."

  James stopped dead. Did she mean what he thought she meant?

  "James, I want you. In every way, a boyfriend and girlfriend should be together."

  "Are you sure?"

  "I trust you. In fact, I think I maybe falling in love with you."

  He couldn't speak. He had known from the moment he first saw her in Lanzarote he was in love with her. Could he do this? Should he do this?

  She didn't know the truth of his past.

  No, that was just what it was. It was his past.

  Amy was his future, and she was standing there in front of him offering everything that he wanted. He growled,

  "Get in the bedroom Amy, because I am not going to let you change your mind. I am going to make love to you until you can no longer walk."

  CHAPTER FORTEEN

  Amy & James

  Amy took James' hand and held it tight. He pulled her towards him, and a passionate kiss engulfed them both. She parted her lips slightly, and he delved his tongue inside her mouth to taste her sweetness. She could feel the urgency of the heat building inside her already. She had never wanted a man as much as she wanted James right now. She needed him tasting her body, she needed him inside her. She ached for it.

  They were still in the hallway, though. Amy had enjoyed their first time up against a wall together, but she wanted more time to explore. She pulled her mouth away, breathless, and relished the taste of him on her lips.

  "James, I want to take this slowly. I want to learn your body. Can we go to the bedroom please?"

  He sighed, scooped her into his strong arms, kicked his bedroom door open, placed her tenderly on the bed, and went back to shut the door.

  "My hero." She laughed and pulled her top over her head to reveal her breasts in a lacy cream bra. She pushed them together a little with a smirk.

  James quickly flipped her over and brought her back against his taut body. Amy could feel the strain of his cock within his trousers.

  Amy turned in his arms. He was standing at the end of the bed, and she was on her knees in front of him. The air was thick with the sexual anticipation between them, as she slowly started to unbutton his shirt. Neither said anything, they just watched as her delicate fingers lingered over each of the buttons in a tantalising reveal of his broad chest. She gasped as she dropped his shirt over his shoulders. He had the most beautiful body she had ever seen. It was hers to learn to pleasure in ways he liked. And learn everything she would. She reached her hand out to trail a path over one of his pecs and up his shoulder to where the feathers of his tattoo started. It was intricately designed. As she placed her finger at the start, he hissed and abruptly grabbed her hand.

  "No."

  Amy looked at him hesitantly. Why would he not want her to touch it? She leaned forward and kissed his lips again.

  "It is an amazing designs. Let me look at it please?"

  He again shook his head, his eyes still carnally focused but Amy saw the sadness buried deep behind them. What did this tattoo mean? He was not telling her something again. Why did he have to do this? She wanted to know everything about him. She’d accept this little secret for now.

  James reached around her body to unfasten her bra. He slowly and softly circled a finger around her left breast to where its peak stood proudly erect. He leant forward, taking it between his teeth and holding it while his tongue moistened the bud. Amy let her head fall back and groaned. This man did wonders with his tongue. She could think of so many more things she wanted him to explore with it. Tentatively, Amy reached for the waistband of his trousers. She needed to see him fully naked. His cock was beautiful. She knew what it felt like to have it within her, and she wanted that again. James, however, had other ideas, and he pushed her back against the bed. He trailed a path down her body, taking in every element of her taste and storing it for exploration further at a later date. He reached the waist band of her jeans and undid the zip. She was wet and her very core was throbbing. This teasing between them was killing her. She wanted him to touch her where she needed him the most. He looked up, grinned, and then helped her to shimmy the jeans over her slender legs.

  "James please."

  "Patience Amy. I am going to make this special for you, for both of us."

  She thrust her hips into the path of his hands. He slapped at her thigh.

  "I am seriously going to have to punish you one day."

  Amy giggled but stopped as soon as she saw a flash of pain flicker behind James' eyes again. She reached up and brought his lips down to hers. They kissed again, their eyes open, captured by the overwhelming emotions bonding them together. James broke the moment by tearing her pants from her body. He was beginning to make a habit of that. At least she now had what seemed like an endless supply of them after she had returned home one day to find her wardrobe looked like a lingerie shop.

  Amy was naked before him. With her ex-boyfriend, she had always felt a little self-conscious in this position, but with James she knew that he adored her body and how much he craved every part of her. She lowered her eyes to see the straining need, which he still insisted being kept encased within his trousers.

  James left a path of kisses over her body as he lowered to between her thighs, kissing either side of where she needed to be touched. She thrust her hips forward again, and he bit lightly the skin of her left thigh, sending shivers through her body. Her core ignited and she felt she may come just from that one touch. God this man played her like no other. He knew how to control her so that her body responded to everything that he did.

  In the back of his throat, James gave a gravelly groan. It reverberated around Amy as he finally parted her wet folds and traversed his tongue up them.

  "You taste perfect Amy" he said looking into her eyes, "I have never experienced anything like it before. You are what I have always dreamed off."

  He bent again and dipped his tongue within her sweet haven. Amy cried out as he rubbed a finger over her straining clit. She was ready to explode. She needed to come, but stopped herself. She wanted James's consent. As he delved his tongue deeper and kept up the pressure on her engorged bud, she writhed on the bed.

  "James, please. I need to come. Oh. Please."

  He removed his tongue, mid thrust, and she moaned at the loss.

  "Come, Amy, Come."

  His tongue thrust straight back into her with a finger as well and she exploded. He held her tight until she stopped shuddering and then stood up beside her and freed himself from his jeans.

  "I could watch you come all day Amy. It is the most amazing sight. You ready for some more?"

  "More?" She was breathless and could barely feel her legs as it was. "More."

  He c
huckled, "Oh yes. Much more."

  James reached in a drawer and pulled out a condom packet. Amy watched as he tore it with his teeth and then rolled the rubber barrier over his throbbing length. His magnificent cock was going to tear her apart. He seemed bigger than in Lanzarote. If that was possible. He was thick and long and his purple head oozed pre-cum into the condom.

  Their mouths met again as James slid up her body, skin on skin, her legs parted wide, and as James positioned himself at her entrance, Amy looked down. He was about to slide into her. She tensed a little as his cock breached her and slowly slid in, inch by inch. He paused when he was about halfway. Allowing her to adjust to the feel of him. She was stretched wide but the tinge of pain brought her pleasure.

  "Are you alright?"

  Amy looked up from where she and James were joined and met the concerned hues of her lover's eyes. She exhaled a long breath that she didn't even realise had been held.

  "I can feel you gripping tight on me, is it hurting?"

  Amy gave him a reassuring smile and kissed him.

  "I am fine; I am watching us." Her eyes flicked down again to where James' cock was half in her. James' eyes followed hers.

  "Fuck." He hissed and pressed another inch in.

  "You are so big, James but my body already doesn't want you to leave."

  He gently thrust the last few inches in and filled her. Stopping for a moment again, he kissed her forehead and then ran kisses down her jaw line to her neck. Amy shut her eyes and relaxed her head back against the pillow. She felt complete. James fully inside her was everything Amy had ever dreamed off.

  He bit down hard on her nipple and she screamed out as white-heat pulsated through her body to the core, she was going to come again. James withdrew from her to the tip and she groaned ruefully at the emptiness as the ecstasy she was feeling subdued but rumbled beneath her skin.

  "James, I want you back in me." He rocked his hips, teasing her. "James." She shut her eyes and rotated her hips nearer, she needed friction down there.

  "There is a word, Amy?" His tone had changed, he was masterfully rasping at her and in control. His words alone were sending quivers shuddering through her body.