A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (20 page)

“He asked me to sign a prenup.”

She laughed. “What? That’s it? You’re serious?”

“Yeah. It just makes it seem…”

“Like he’s smart and protecting himself?” she interrupted.

“No, like it’s just a business merger or something.”

“What’s it say?”

“I don’t know. It’s long. I should have someone look at it probably.”

“Probably,” she said with a slight tinge of sarcasm.

“Okay, let’s go. I’m thirsty.”

About ten minutes later, we stopped at the first banquet room. They were rated the highest in the app I’d found. Even better, they offered a bartender, waiters, and other staff to really make the wedding day a special occasion. Three other locations were available, but I wanted to start with what others thought was the best before I made a decision.

The building was huge. We walked in the front doors and was met by a receptionist. I’d used the app to let them know we were coming to ask questions and see their facilities. As I stood next to Maryanne, I still couldn’t believe we were talking again. I expected her to do something silly and crazy at any moment.

“Are you Nikki?” she asked Maryanne.

“That would be me,” I said, raising my hand.

“Welcome. If you want, we can start our tour…”

“Actually,” I interrupted. “I love the building. Can we skip to the bartenders and drinks?”

“Sure. Our basic package allows for two custom drinks for the reception.”

“Great. I’m not sure if we want the basic package or not, but we’d love to try some drinks.”

Maryanne giggled. I elbowed her as I smiled at the receptionist.

“Okay, okay, we can do that. We do, of course, have a two drink limit for the complimentary tasting.”

I pulled a hundred dollar bill out of my purse. “Maybe we can get that raised?”

Steven would have shuddered if he saw me flaunting money, but he wasn’t around. The crisp bill certainly got the receptionist’s attention. Her smile increased about a hundred times. Maryanne and I followed her down a long hallway, through a banquet room, and into a small room with a bar set up.

“Here you go. Just holler if you two need anything. You’re so cute together.”

“Oh, no, we’re not…” I started.

“Thank you so much. She’s the love of my life,” Maryanne said as she put her arm around my waist.

The receptionist’s face scrunched up in delight. She waved and disappeared. As we turned around, a shirtless beefcake of a man walked through a doorway and stopped behind the bar. He stared at Maryanne then to me then back to her. I walked forward and sat down on one of the bar stools.

“How can I help you, ladies?” the guy said.

He was in his early twenties and looked absolutely scrumptious. I was madly in love with Steven and about to marry him and have a child for him, but I liked looking at the perfectly sculpted chest and abs.

“What’s your name?” Maryanne asked as she sat down next to me.

“I’m Mark. Are you wanting to try a few drinks for the wedding reception?”

“Very much so,” I said. “What do you recommend for us?”

“The Wedding Crasher is a good one.”

“Bring it on, barkeep.”

After he made us two orange drinks heavy on the alcohol, he watched with obvious pleasure as we took our first taste. It was actually pretty good, which surprised me. We each took a few drinks while he prepared another sample for us to taste. I should have been writing down my choices and thoughts, but being around Maryanne made me want to break the rules and get drunk during the day.

By the time we were on our fourth drinks, I had a nice buzz built up. Mark suddenly announced to us that he was also the company’s exotic male dancer and available for bachelor parties. This knowledge caused Maryanne to scream in approval. He gyrated in his jeans for a moment or two, showing off his skills and his practically perfect body.

“Would you ladies like a sample dance?”

“Would we?” Maryanne said, jumping up. “You’re dame straight we do. We have dollar bills too,” she said, reaching into her purse to pull some out.

“Follow me, ladies,” he said as he lifted a small section of the bar so we could walk behind.

In the room he’d entered from originally, a bench ran along each of the four walls. The carpet was purple and plush, like something left-over from the 1970s. Mark walked over to a stereo built into one of the walls. A moment later, loud dance music poured out of hidden speakers. As he danced, Maryanne and I sat down next to each other on one of the benches.

I laughed, at first, but the sexual tension in the room soon rose. Maryanne stood up and danced with him. They pressed their bodies together, bumping and grinding to the music. When he took off his jeans, I suddenly realized where I was and what I was doing. Steven popped in my mind. The twenty-something hard-body dancing in front of me was hot as hell.

Many of my fantasies involved a guy like him taking me hard, fast and without protection, but after all my travels and experimentation, I stopped myself. In the past I would have jumped in and had a threeway with Maryanne and Mark. Something had changed in me over the last few months. All I wanted to do was get back to Steven.

“Come on,” Maryanne said, giggling, “It will be fun. Let’s have one last bang before you get married.”

As they danced and gyrated against each other, I stood up and walked back into the bar.

“Come back,” Maryanne yelled.

I ignored her, continuing back into the banquet hall. While walking, I pulled out my phone and used the app Steven had setup for me to call a Town Car. Miraculously, by the time I made it outside, one was waiting. The driver was even out of the car and had it open for me. After I turned and didn’t see Maryanne following me, I got in and closed the door.

“Take me home, please,” I said as soon as the driver got back in.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, knowing my identity and the fact I lived with Steven.

The car drove away from the banquet hall. I’m definitely not going to be using them, I thought as I took a deep breath. Part of me had wanted to stay and have sex with the stranger, but I’d been through all of that before and it just wasn’t satisfying in the long run. Steven was the man I loved, and I desired nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him.

On the way back to the mansion, I sent Steven a text message asking him to come home early so we could talk. He was so rich and powerful he didn’t have to work, but he loved being in middle of the action. “On my way…” he responded. I love his texts. They’re so short but they sum it all up. Maryanne called during the drive, but I ignored her. She got the hint.

Steven had already arrived by the time I got back. He opened the massive front doors and stood in the doorway waiting for me as I got out of the car. As I walked toward him, I relaxed. All the tension and stress faded away. I’d almost made another mistake thanks to Maryanne, but I’d managed to avoid doing anything crazy with her.

“I beat you here,” he said with a smile.

“I went to look at a banquet hall … with Maryanne.”

The last part was barely above a whisper, but he heard me.

“I’ve not talked to her since you left. I’m not sure what she’s told you…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Can we go inside?”

“Sure. Dinner is almost ready. Can it wait?”

“Not really. I don’t want to sit on it, you know?”

“What happened?”

“Maryanne tried to get me to fuck the bartender guy with her.”

He nodded his head slowly, his wisdom showing.

“And you’re okay?”

“I am now. I’m not going to talk to her again, I think.”

“Great. Dinner?”

“Yeah, but one more thing…”

He raised his left eyebrow. “Yes?”

“I’ll sign the prenup, okay. I love you. The money doesn’t matter.”

“The money doesn’t matter to me either…”

As if on cue, George and Anne ran into the foyer. When they saw me, they screamed in delight, ran over and both hugged me at the same time. Love overwhelmed me. I’d made the right choice. Dinner tasted wonderful, but it was the company, my new family, that really made it special.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Later that evening, once the kids were in bed, Steven and I laid in bed next to each other. He wore only a pair of boxers. I had on a red, silky nightie he loved. He leaned on his side and looked into my eyes.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I wanted him. So bad. It was weird.” I paused, looking away for a moment.

“Well, you didn’t do anything. I really think Maryanne is a bad influence.”

“I agree. I’m going to need to get some new friends.”

He smiled and placed his hand on my bare arm. “Your world is about to change forever.”

“For the better?”

“I believe so. And about the prenup. I’ve been thinking about it all day. After I read what the lawyers came up with on their own, I can understand how you might be reluctant to sign it.”

“I’m not reluctant at all. It’s not about the money, Steven. Really. I love you.”

“I love you too. And I want to make sure you’re taken care of if anything happens to me or we grow apart for some reason.”

We made eye contact again.

“I’m going to have them change it. If we break up for any reason, you’ll keep a hundred million.”

My eyes widened and my mouth fell open.

“Is that not enough?” he asked.

I laughed. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything…”

In the blink of an eye, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. For possibly the first time in my entire life, my future was bright. His soft lips tasted like heaven. He moved them with precision and perfection. I slid my tongue into his mouth and his met mine. Our pink, wet tongues danced and played as our hands roamed wherever we could reach.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I want you so bad right now.”

He smiled. A moment later, our lips were locked again. His hands slipped around my back and undid my bra. As soon as it fell away, he kissed his way down to one of my nipples. I moaned, pulling his head closer to my chest. After giving each little nub a bit of attention, he continued downward, planting kisses on my stomach. I rolled over on my back and spread my legs.

When he moved in between them, I closed my eyes and relaxed even more. The closer we became the better the sex got. He positioned himself carefully. Whenever his head brushed against my inner thigh, I sighed, anticipating what was coming. He touched my tender flesh with his fingertips first, teasing me, getting me ready for the main show starring his tongue.

My breathing quickened as he tenderly kissed my slit with his soft lips. He moved his head back and touched me with a finger again. Every time any part of his body touched mine, I lit up inside my mind. Unlike all the other sex I’d had with and without Steven, we were connected on some deeper level. When his tongue brushed against my pink flesh, I arched my back.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “That’s so good.”

“I love your pussy.”

“Say it again, please,” I begged, loving the way the word sounded coming from him.

“I love your pussy.”

“What are you going to do to it?”

“I’m going to make love to it with my tongue.”

“Yesssss,” I hissed.

“Like this…”

Once again, his wet, pink tongue made contact with my tender flesh. My mind melted as the rest of the world slipped away. All that mattered to me was the sensation of his skin against mine and my approaching orgasm. He understood my body and paid attention to the small details like touching me lightly with his hands while he ate me out with his tongue and mouth.

He grabbed a breast in each hand and massaged them as he licked from one end of my slit to the other with a flat, broad tongue. When he was done, he switched to a firm and pointy tongue to poke and prod every inch of my flesh. Unsure if I would want to have sexual contact as the baby’s arrival approached, I wanted to enjoy my time with Steven.

Just as it was getting boring, he pulled his hands back down my body. A moment later, one of his familiar fingers slid into me knuckle-deep. When he pushed in a second and wiggled them up and down, I didn’t think it could get any better. I was wrong. As he fucked my tight, wet hole with two fingers, his tongue returned to my clitoris for a second round of stimulation.

“Fuck, baby…”

He stopped and looked up at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I said as I lifted my head to look down at him.

His face was wet with my juices. Eagerly, he returned his attention to my pussy as if he was an artist working on his masterpiece. With each brush of his tongue against my clit and every penetration of his fingers, my orgasm drew closer. The buildup was nice, but I wanted release, wanted him to take me over the edge so I could fall in the abyss and lose myself for just a moment or two.