Page 72 of The Billionaire

A small smile appeared on his lips as I reached below his shorts and felt that velvety texture. It was thick, hard, and I loved his dick. I had never felt so turned out and attracted to someone like this before. I began stroking him and loved seeing him in pleasure.

“Oh, they saw dollar signs.” He said incredibly relaxed with his eyes full of lust.

“You must have felt like what’s his name. The founder of Playboy, Hugh Hefner.” My grip tightened and I pumped him harder.

He spewed a bit of his champagne in laughter.

“I mean, can I ask something? How crazy can that all get? Sexually?”

“Pretty crazy.” His look was firm like a “you have no idea” look.

“Enlighten me.” I released my grasp and let his soldier stand at attention beneath his workout shorts and placed my hand in my lap.

“Oh, I don’t want to spoil that innocent mind of yours.” He reached for me and wrapped my legs around him, torturing my blazing need for him. I throbbed insanely through my panties and spandex pants, so intense, I was sure he felt it beneath his shorts. My body was flooded with a warm fluttery sensation being centimeters from his face again. So close, so intimate.

“I’m not all that innocent! We did meet at a sex club!” I said proudly almost challenging.

“Well, you didn’t know what you were getting into.” He looked deep into my eyes.

“Ugh,” I huffed playfully. “No, really. Tell me. I want to know everything there is about you.” He studied me for a moment as if gauging what to say. But I knew just what to say next to him to pull in the fish, hook, line and sinker.

“Especially if you want me to stay all next week.”

Bingo.

His eyes lit up like a boy and the breeze carried his hair across his eyes. He couldn’t hide those true raw emotions of excitement.

My adrenaline buzzed with curiosity, need, desire. The vast array of emotional sensations I felt inside were just going crazy! Yet, at the same time, that responsible logical part of me appeared in my mind and stood at full attention with her arms crossed.

AHEM. MCKENZIE KANE. FUTURE SURGEON. TOP OF HER MED SCHOOL CLASS. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY FABULOUS WOMAN HE’S BEEN WITH. DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?

The imaginary stilettos clanked away echoing in the halls of my subconscious as the responsible muse left.

I sighed.

I felt deflated suddenly. She was right. But I couldn’t help but wonder what it all was like during those crazy wild times in his twenties when he was finding himself.

I took a sip of my champagne trying to wash down any insecurity and jealousy that surfaced as quickly as flies to a light; I couldn’t help it. I looked towards the pounding waterfall and tried to let the washing of the peaceful pure water somehow refresh my thoughts and soothe my worries. I tried to remain positive and in the moment, being thankful of being with him, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he thought of the other women he had been with throughout his years of experimentation and finding himself.

“But nothing tops this. Us.” He said softly to me and those pearly whites flashed my way. He kissed my neck softly rendering me paralyzed.

“You’re so certain already about that.” My pointer finger nervously tapped against the flute, giving away my nerves and perhaps my bullshit meter.

He pulled away and studied my face.

“I am certain. You have to trust me, Kenze.”

Kenze. That was a new one. It filled my stomach with flutters.

I nodded my head and yet even with the new nickname dripping like honey on his lips, I smiled a fake smile. I wanted it to be a real smile but the truth was, I didn’t believe him. I knew I felt that way, hell yeah. But he lived a whole another world before me. I didn’t want to be naïve. I cleared my throat as if telling myself to remain neutral and not let my feelings get away. They continued to bubble and fizz; analyze, feel, sort, measure, question. I took a sip washing the battle down.

“But, I’m just curious…as to specifics exactly. I mean, I know at the club, there were certain wings. I never went to the red wing, for instance.”

“Bondage.”

“Bondage.”

“And does that…turn you on?”

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