Page 10 of Unwrapping the Billionaire

“I’m done being dictated to. It’s tough being a woman in business… Ask nicely for stuff though, and it’s a different matter,” she adds with a smile. “Treat me like an equal, and I’ll deep throat you into Christmas Day.”

Holy shit.

“Noted,” I say gruffly, struggling to compose myself. “You’re giving me every incentive to work on my etiquette, and it’s one that comes with all the best perks. Now, will you please turn around for me, sweetheart, before I jizz in my fucking pants like a teenager.”

She shoots me a devilish smile, and spins like an angel, removing the rest of her dress on the way.

My breath catches in my throat. Her naked body is enough to carve sonnets and poetry into with an unsteady hand.

Dropping my pants, I lean into her, slotting my erection between her ass cheeks. Right away, I feel her pushing back on me.Meeting me halfway… And, you know what? I’m cool with that.

“May I have your hands, please, Miss Parker?” I say politely, and she slides them behind her back. I bind them together with her discarded panties, and then I’m reaching for my red silk tie. “Now, for something a little different… Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers, as I wrap the tie around her eyes.

“One final question,” I say, plastering my front to her back again, and leaching the heat from her body into mine. “Would you like my cum in your ass or your pussy, or were you serious about that deep throating thing just now?”

She exhales on a whoosh of air, and another neon-pink post it note sticks to the inside of my brain:Dirty talk gets her off…

“Let me put it another way, sweetheart,” I say softly, caressing her ear with my words. “Would you like my pain, or my pleasure?”

There’s a pause. “Your pain, please, Mr. Farley.”

My smirk widens into a grin. This woman isn't just perfect, she’s the eighth fucking wonder of my world already.

My thumb finds the bud of her ass, and I feel her body tensing again. “Wait… Just so you know, anything you do to me, I plan on returning it later.”

I burst out laughing at this. “I’m not adverse to finger play baby, so bring it on.” I feel her relax, and then I’m ramming my thumb in right up to the knuckle. “That’s assuming you can still function after I’m done with you, my stubborn little spitfire,” I add with a growl.

She gasps, and I set to work—prepping her up for the big finale, before I’m losing my cool, spinning her around and driving into her soaking-wet pussy, instead.

I must have been born on a Tuesday I reflect, later on, when I’m coming so deep inside of her it feels like heaven has gifted me an unlimited fast-pass… Just like the kid’s nursery rhyme, all I want to be full of now is Grace.

7

Jonas

Past - Four Years Ago

“Why did you bring me here?” I demand, turning to confront the blonde. The one with the name ‘Past’ studded into the back of her white panties in sparkling diamantes. I’d clocked that detail on my first fun trip down Memory Lane back at the bar.

I’m still clinging to the same half-assed belief that I’m trapped in a bad dream, or an alternate universe, or the fucking Twilight Zone… Any minute now, I’ll wake up and blame it all on too much Macallan.

The thing is, I’m kind of enjoying reliving the good stuff, before everything turned to shit. I’d forgotten how smoking-hot Grace looked that night. I’d forgotten how hard she made me laugh, and what it felt like to be challenged,truly challenged, and surprised by someone. Truth be told, she was the best damn Christmas present I ever had.

Past shakes her head, and points to where I’m still nailing Grace against the wall in her hotel suite; going so damn hard at her, I swear the plaster is going crack as bad as my heart did, two years from now. Past is a woman of few words, but I’ve more than enough for the both us, right now.

“You getting off on this, sweetheart? Is it making you wet, too?”

She just snorts, making me feel like a prized prick, all over again.

Reluctantly, I turn back to Gracie and me doing what we did best: crashing into each other, and drawing sparks. No woman has ever tested me like she did, coaxed the best out of me like she did, loved me like she did…

Betrayed me like she did.

We’re standing about fifteen feet away from a thirty-year-old me grinding into the damn Disneyland of pussies, and suddenly I’m done being a voyeur to the best time I ever had. The last two years of banging my pain away hasn’t come close to this. When Grace and me fucked, I felt the earth move. I felt a connection that tore up my bullshit persona. Grace saw me for who I really was back then—a lost, lonely kid who was just trying to fill the void.

“We’re leaving,” I snap at Past. “Wave your magic dildo, or however the hell you do it, and get us out of here…now.”

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