Page 8 of The Billionaire

“Are you afraid, lovely?” His eyes narrowed on me.

I nodded.

“I could see it in your body as you stood there. I sensed it. That’s why I bid for you. An angel like you should be looked after properly. I know all about you.”

“You . . . you do?”

“Uh hm.” He now sat next to me on the exquisite ivory sofa and trailed his finger over my skin.

“I know why you’re here. Everyone’s here for something. It’s written all over your aura; you’re not here to experiment. You’re here to get a job done so you can go on with your life. It’s no different than any other person.”

I couldn’t move an inch. His voice, his warm breath against my neck, his perfect hands. This immaculate man whose entire suit probably cost as much as my medical school tuition, sat inches away from me and I didn’t know what was going to happen next.

“No one here services unwillingly.”

My eyes crept to the left of my pounding head to view his face.

“Tell me, angel. Do you find me attractive?”

My chin tilted towards him slightly; but I was afraid to look at him. So afraid of his handsome face.

I nodded quickly. “Very.”

“Well, then.” He cleared his throat. “It’s apparent that I think you are a goddess.” His inflection peeked at the word goddess. His voice soothing, as if coaxing me for the grand act.

“I’ll take care of you, precious.” His hand cupped the side of my face and I finally made eye contact with him. I was paralyzed by fright, intoxication, awe, wonder, and I felt heat in between my legs as moistness began to flow. Yes, my body was reacting to this man.

He had movie star looks and curiosity did begin to get the best of me. What would happen if I stayed? He wasn’t hideous and fat; he was the opposite. Every woman’s fantasy!

Because idiot, you’d be like a stupid prostitute! Snap out of it! He wants sex!

My heart yelled out at me.

His warm hand cupped my clammy face and filled my body with electric numbness, warming me, sending heat to intimate places.

He trailed my cheek and then released his hand to rest his arm along the gold innate armrest. My perfect posture never failed me.

I really need this money. And this answer to my prayer practically fell from the sky. How hard is sex? I’ve had it a few times with one person I loved dearly.

“Are you second guessing yourself? I’m a gentlemen. But once you agree, I’m afraid I have a pretty hungry appetite and I may not be able to stop.”

I slowly turned my chin and made eye contact with his deep eyes. Chills filled my entire body sending waves of coolness combined with the heat in my intimate places and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. There was no denying it; this man had a hold over me. I wanted him.

“No.”

And then with that one word, his wet large lips found mine as his hand reached the back of my head as he kissed me with such power that left me breathless and rendered paralyzed. His tongue played with my tongue as his hands began to undress me. His oversized hands cupped my breasts, I began to throb uncontrollably and my body begged to be filled.

I wanted him to touch my bare nipples. Before I could even think, my head dizzy from the intense intoxication of this man’s power over me, my dress was unzipped and lay bunched at my waist. His hands gripped my waist and his lips hungrily found my begging nipples. With his teeth, he lowered my bra and sucked at my nipple as I lifted my eyes to the ceiling in utter pleasure. My eyes rolled and my jaw opened wide. I gasped. If this was all we did for this one moment this night, it would be enough to last me for a lifetime.

I could never remember my body ever reacting like this with my previous lover.

I tried to quiet a small moan, but as he went to my other nipple and freed my bra, with now both hands on my breasts and kissing along my collarbone, the overwhelming pleasure feeling was too much. I cried out.

“I like that.” He whispered. “I like seeing you in pleasure this way.” He leaned me back on the velvet sofa. Never did I imagine that a complete stranger could invoke such strong electric feelings. I struggled to breath as if I were under water and just burst from holding my breath for a minute.

His tongue trailed all the way down to my waist where my dress still lay coiled. He removed my dress leaving my body bare sans my lacy white thong. He began kissing my ankles as his hand began to journey up the inside of my sensitive thighs. My breath caught and I shivered. My pussy was dripping wet as his thumbs delicately teased where my lips entwined with the lace. He removed them in a snap and there I lay, exposed, completely naked except for my designer heels and the diamond necklace, at the mercy of a very rich man.

He backed up and stood inches away from me, with his hand thoughtfully resting under his chin. I opened my eyes and felt my nipples buzzing; my entire body calling for this man to take me, to have his way with me.

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