The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4) by Julie Farrell Page B
Authors: Julie Farrell
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now and never come back to Texas again.”
“I know. But first I need my passport. And our little boy.”
“I’m not going anywhere without him, that’s for sure.” Ivan started the engine and reversed into the road. “I know you think Mr. Langdon’s this sweet middle-aged guy who wants to help you, but I don’t like him, Samira. There’s more going on here than meets the eye.”
“Maybe. But I think it’s best if you refrain from assaulting people in the street.” She flashed him a smile. “Okay?”
He held her hand as he drove. “Alright.” He checked the rear-view mirror. “Oh… guess who’s also just decided to leave town.”
Samira twisted in her seat and saw the BMW brazenly following behind. They headed down the freeway toward the ranch, then once they were back, the private investigator parked halfway down the entrance road, leaving Ivan and Samira to park in the driveway nearer the house.
As they climbed out the car, Samira pulled Ivan by the arm to prevent him from going over to punch the guy’s lights out. “Come on, let’s go see our baby.”
They strolled together toward the staff cottages and went to see Quin. He was sleeping, but Ivan stood and watched him for ten minutes, holding Samira in his arms and feeling the spark of love ignite in his heart. But, as Samira gazed up at him and they shared a smile, his body washed with lust, and he realized he needed to take her back to his own cottage and make love to her over and over.
As soon as the door was closed, they were kissing passionately. He pulled her close and eased his tongue into her mouth, running his hands down her back and over her ass. She gasped with arousal.
“You’re a goddess,” he whispered, caressing her face.
She chuckled. “When I’m with you, I feel like one.”
“You are one. And I need to fuck you into absolute heaven.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips, then harder, suddenly desperate to kiss her beautiful body all over.
She stepped back and lifted her dress over her head, dropping it to the floor. “Be my guest.”
He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms, then he lowered his face to nibble her neck, slipping his fingers between her thighs and relishing the silky feel of her wet panties.
“Yes, Ivan,” she gasped.
His rock-hard cock strained in his jeans, desperate to get inside her glorious tight pussy. Still kissing her wildly, he reached down to unbutton his jeans, then he let them drop to the floor – but realization struck and he stared at them with dread.
“What?” Samira asked.
“My jeans feel lighter than usual.” He grabbed them and delved into his pockets as his worry rose. “Shit!”
“What is it?”
“My wallet. That son of a bitch must’ve stolen my wallet.”
She frowned. “Your wallet’s gone?”
“Yeah.”
“But… how do you know he stole it and you didn’t lose it?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past that asshole. I bet he swiped it when I had him pressed against the wall. A piece of shit like that wouldn’t miss an opportunity to find out more about me.”
“Did it have anything valuable in it?”
Ivan ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm his racing thoughts. “You don’t understand, babe. My driver’s license still says I’m Ivan Quinlan. I didn’t bother to change my identity after I came back to America, because I assumed no one would know who I was – and those who did know thought I was dead.”
“So what? That guy doesn’t know who you are, does he?”
“No, but if he’s a private detective worth his salt, he’ll be doing background checks on me right now, meaning he’s about to find out who I really am. And then it’s only a matter of time before he tells your fiancé what he’s discovered. And then they’re going to wonder why they’ve got a dead software developer working on their ranch as a farm hand. It might make them slightly suspicious, don’t you think?”
Chapter Nine
Jake sat in his
“I know. But first I need my passport. And our little boy.”
“I’m not going anywhere without him, that’s for sure.” Ivan started the engine and reversed into the road. “I know you think Mr. Langdon’s this sweet middle-aged guy who wants to help you, but I don’t like him, Samira. There’s more going on here than meets the eye.”
“Maybe. But I think it’s best if you refrain from assaulting people in the street.” She flashed him a smile. “Okay?”
He held her hand as he drove. “Alright.” He checked the rear-view mirror. “Oh… guess who’s also just decided to leave town.”
Samira twisted in her seat and saw the BMW brazenly following behind. They headed down the freeway toward the ranch, then once they were back, the private investigator parked halfway down the entrance road, leaving Ivan and Samira to park in the driveway nearer the house.
As they climbed out the car, Samira pulled Ivan by the arm to prevent him from going over to punch the guy’s lights out. “Come on, let’s go see our baby.”
They strolled together toward the staff cottages and went to see Quin. He was sleeping, but Ivan stood and watched him for ten minutes, holding Samira in his arms and feeling the spark of love ignite in his heart. But, as Samira gazed up at him and they shared a smile, his body washed with lust, and he realized he needed to take her back to his own cottage and make love to her over and over.
As soon as the door was closed, they were kissing passionately. He pulled her close and eased his tongue into her mouth, running his hands down her back and over her ass. She gasped with arousal.
“You’re a goddess,” he whispered, caressing her face.
She chuckled. “When I’m with you, I feel like one.”
“You are one. And I need to fuck you into absolute heaven.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips, then harder, suddenly desperate to kiss her beautiful body all over.
She stepped back and lifted her dress over her head, dropping it to the floor. “Be my guest.”
He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms, then he lowered his face to nibble her neck, slipping his fingers between her thighs and relishing the silky feel of her wet panties.
“Yes, Ivan,” she gasped.
His rock-hard cock strained in his jeans, desperate to get inside her glorious tight pussy. Still kissing her wildly, he reached down to unbutton his jeans, then he let them drop to the floor – but realization struck and he stared at them with dread.
“What?” Samira asked.
“My jeans feel lighter than usual.” He grabbed them and delved into his pockets as his worry rose. “Shit!”
“What is it?”
“My wallet. That son of a bitch must’ve stolen my wallet.”
She frowned. “Your wallet’s gone?”
“Yeah.”
“But… how do you know he stole it and you didn’t lose it?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past that asshole. I bet he swiped it when I had him pressed against the wall. A piece of shit like that wouldn’t miss an opportunity to find out more about me.”
“Did it have anything valuable in it?”
Ivan ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm his racing thoughts. “You don’t understand, babe. My driver’s license still says I’m Ivan Quinlan. I didn’t bother to change my identity after I came back to America, because I assumed no one would know who I was – and those who did know thought I was dead.”
“So what? That guy doesn’t know who you are, does he?”
“No, but if he’s a private detective worth his salt, he’ll be doing background checks on me right now, meaning he’s about to find out who I really am. And then it’s only a matter of time before he tells your fiancé what he’s discovered. And then they’re going to wonder why they’ve got a dead software developer working on their ranch as a farm hand. It might make them slightly suspicious, don’t you think?”
Chapter Nine
Jake sat in his
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