Twelve Nights with the Ruthless Billionaire: His Christmas Captive

Twelve

Lisa POV

"What if I actually want to hear it?"

He held me with his eyes.

"I've been trying to keep my distance from you, Lisa," he said. "It's not working."

His eyes held pure s*x, pure need and desire. He leaned closer, his shoulders blocking the light behind him.

"I know we've only known each other for a few days, but there's a pull around you that I can't seem to shake."

A self-deprecating smile touched my lips.

"I understand. You see how happy Zara is when I'm around, and it gives you relief. Every parent wants to see their child open up."

That was it. He was just a grateful father, enamored by the fact that I was breaking through to his daughter when everyone else had failed.

His fingers caught the base of my chin and tilted my head up, stripping away every excuse I'd built.

"Don't hide behind my daughter, Lisa," he murmured, his thumb brushing along my jaw. "Zara loving you is one thing. But what I feel when you walk into a room has nothing to do with her."

My breath caught as his gaze dropped to my mouth.

"I'm damning the consequences by admitting it. But whenever I look at you, I get hard."

The blunt confession hit me hard. My eyes widened, and heat rushed to my face. I looked down at the counter, unable to meet his gaze.

"Look at me," he said.

I forced my eyes back to his face. There was no mockery in his expression, and no sign that he was testing me. He was serious.

"Since my wife passed away, I haven't looked at another woman twice," Omarion said, releasing my chin while his gaze remained fixed on me. "Not once. But there's something about you that reaches right through my self-control."

I was a slave to the new sensation and didn't know what to do with it.

"Maybe the same safety Zara finds in you is what makes me drop my guard," Omarion said. "The difference is, I don't want to be comforted. I want to have s*x with you. Purely, and without games."

My body pulsated and tingled with pleasure at his words.

"You... you shouldn't..."

"I know the power dynamic here," he cut in before I could stumble through my panic. "You're working under my roof, and you just came out of a situation where a man took advantage of your trust. I'm not a monster, Lisa. I'll never force you, nor will I use your contract to pressure you into my bed. But I'm not going to pretend this tension isn't eating me alive."

My mind whirled. This wasn't a romantic declaration. He wasn't asking for love or promising me a future. He was stating a raw, adult desire.

"The contract," I said, trying to find solid ground on professional terms. "The employment agreement states that any physical or romantic involvement with the employer results in immediate termination."

Omarion chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the opening of my robe.

"The agency wrote those rules to protect my family from women trying to scheme their way into this estate. The rule says don't seduce the employer. You haven't seduced me. I was already seduced the moment you stepped through my front door."

Blood rushed in my ears. Everything inside me knew I should walk away. I'd spent my entire adult life playing the conservative, disciplined professional to avoid the transactional mistakes of my family. Yet here I was, feeling a rush of power because a man like Omarion Montgomery, a man who'd ignored every woman for a year, couldn't keep his mind off me.

He wasn't forcing me. He was laying his desire on the table and giving me the choice.

"If... if anything were to ever happen," I began, my voice trembling as I tried to maintain a businesslike tone, "it would have to be completely discreet. It can't affect my work with Zara. It can't change my twelve-day timeline. And it's just... helping you clear your head."

Omarion's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Of course. And naturally, I'll make sure you're compensated far beyond your agency fee for your discretion. There's plenty more where that money came from."

A spike of offense cut through my arousal.

"I don't trade my body for extra cash, Mr. Montgomery. I'm not a prostitute, and I won't take a single cent from you outside my official salary."

Omarion's smile vanished, replaced by something that looked like respect.

"Of course you're not a prostitute. I won't pay you a dime. But I still want you."

My anger softened as he closed the distance between our faces until I felt his breath against my lips.

"Tonight?" I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

Omarion's gaze dropped to my mouth. His hand came up to the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair.

"Hell," he murmured. "Right now, if you're ready for it.”

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I nodded before I could talk myself out of it.

Omarion stood and held out his hand. I took it. He led me out of the kitchen and down the hall toward his study. The door closed behind us with a soft click.

I guessed he brought me to his study because he wouldn't want to desecrate his bedroom. But I wasn't bothered. It was just s*x.

A large desk sat near the window, books lined the walls, and a portrait of a smiling Eliana Montgomery hung above the fireplace.

"Come here," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I trembled as he brushed his lips to mine. Our lips met in a wet, hot slide, making my body come alive.

His hands slid under my robe and cupped my butt as he devoured my mouth. Our tongues slicked together as we bit and sucked and tasted each other while I tugged at the buttons of his shirt. My robe slipped off my shoulders and pooled on the floor. His hands slowed when they reached the waistband of my sleep shorts.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, then let out a long sigh. I followed his eyes to the portrait.

"Why does it feel like I'm cheating?"

I walked to the fireplace and turned the frame to face the wall. Then I came back and placed his hand on my waist.

"She would want you to let go of some of that weight," I said, my hand stroking his nape.

He stared at me for a long moment, then pulled me against him again. The hesitation broke. His mouth found mine harder this time. We finished undressing each other and stood naked in front of each other.

His erect c**k was a beautiful sight. Thick and veined, not oversized.

I sank to my knees without thinking, wrapped my fingers around the base, and leaned in. He let me take the head into my mouth for a few seconds, then gently stopped me with a hand in my hair.

"Not yet," he said. "I want to give first."

A flood of pleasure filled my brain.

I had to remind myself Omarion wasn't Tyler, who needed to be stroked and sucked before getting hard.

Omarion lifted me onto the edge of the desk and pushed my thighs open. He looked at my pulsing core and smiled like a child seeing a shiny toy.

"f**k, look at you," he breathed. "So pretty and ready. Tell me what you want, Lisa."

I felt shy under the direct question. Tyler had never done this. Asking for it still felt strange.

"I... I want your mouth," I managed.

Omarion's eyes darkened with approval. "Good girl. Now be specific. Where do you want my mouth?"

I spread my legs open and touched my c**t.

"Here."

He dropped to his knees between my legs and nuzzled the inside of my thigh, sending a wave of blinding heat through me.

Then he dragged his tongue through my folds in one long stroke. I gasped. He did it again, slower. My c**t cried out for him as he teased and worked my folds, licking and sucking like he had all night and nothing else mattered.

It grew even more intense as I stroked my fingers through his hair and his hands gripped my hips.

"These hips," he murmured against me. "God, these f*****g hips. I've been staring at them since the day you walked in. So f*****g perfect, made to be worshipped."

I moaned and pushed against his mouth. He kept going, sucking nonstop, and my body responded shamelessly.

"Your ex was a fool for not living between these thighs every chance he got," he said as he focused on sucking my c**t.

The praise mixed with the wet sounds of his mouth made my climax build fast. My thighs started to shake.

"Come on my tongue," he said. "Give it to me."

I broke. The orgasm hit hard enough that my back arched off the desk and my legs convulsed around his head. He stayed with me through every pulse, licking me through it until I was gasping and oversensitive.

Only then did he stand. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at me like he was still hungry.