Billionaire Erotic Romance Boxed Set: 7 Steamy Full-Length Novels (52 page)

Tom turned around and began walking backwards, still close to me. His face looked vibrant with excitement over the unexpected turn of events of meeting me and having sex practically thrown at him. It was a dream come true.

“So, are you following me or am I following you?” asked Tom, his voice teeming with seductive playfulness. My head swam with the warmth of the martinis and the heat of the dance floor.

“I don’t believe I should be driving at the moment,” I replied, my eyes fluttering at him. “So you are leading the way.”

Tom’s grin widened. “Not a problem, my lady,” he said with a cheesy British accent. I laughed genuinely and leaned against his shoulder. His hand wrapped around my lower waist and was just inches about my ass. I leaned on him further and reached down to grab his ass. It was firm to the touch and when I squeezed, he reflexively clenched.

Tom handed the valet the ticket for his car and we waited for a few minutes while the young valet ran off to fetch the car. In those minutes, we didn’t speak a word. The music from the club was audible outside and I continued dancing while we waited. Tom watched me, a bemused look on his face that also showed an edge of lust to it. His eyes drank up the flow of my body and I closed my eyes as I continued to dance. I was mildly drunk and couldn’t care less if anybody was watching me or finding this silly.

The valet pulled up with Tom’s car. It was a black sports car, not outrageously expensive but still extravagant. When Tom opened the door, I could see him looking at me and waiting for some kind of comment about the car, to which I gave none.

“Thank you,” I said as I sat down in his car. He ran around the back of the car and hopped in. I looked down and noticed that the car had a stick shift. For the first time since I had taken the first glorious sip of my first martini, I was now regretting having a drink. If I were sober, I could probably convince this guy to let me drive the car. It looked like a fun ride. If he objected or tried to turn me down, I could either convince him or find another fun sports car to drive.

Tom pulled out from The Nova. He turned on the stereo and music indistinguishable from the music inside the club filled the small interior of the car. As we drove, Tom checked the rearview mirror and put both hands on the front wheel, gripping it firmly. I could see large muscles bulge through his button-up shirt.

“Where are we headed?” he asked. His eyes never left the road. A smile was on his face, but there was an intensity to his driving. I was feeling buzzed and it was fun to be the passenger in a car, almost more fun that it was with a stranger in a fast sports car.

I thought about his question. Where could we go? I had asked him to leave the club simply as a reflex to seeing Stills. I wanted Stills to see us leave together, even if I hadn’t exactly thought it out rationally at the time. Now that we were driving, we needed a destination. My place was out. I had already broken my own rule once and I was not about to break it twice in the same week, let alone with some random guy I picked up at a bar.

We could get a hotel. I mulled it over and just the thought of the entire process of it all was a huge turnoff. We’d have to wait in the lobby while the receptionist rang one of our cards. We’d walk up to a room that we were going to for one purpose and one purpose only. The pressure of what was about to happen would only be intensified by that fact. No, a hotel seemed incredibly unappealing to me.

“Take a left here,” I said, recognizing a street. I could go back to his place, but I didn’t want to be at his place, plain and simple. He might feel the need to impress me or give me “the tour” as some men are wont to do. He could even have a roommate, or worse, a kid. I liked children, but when you went home with their daddy and ran into them on the way to bathroom, it was always awkward.

“At the next light, take a right and get on the highway for two exits,” I said. We were headed to my office. It made sense even if it wasn’t ideal. I had a couch in my office that would suffice for whatever we were about to do, whether it be sex or simply talking and enjoying another drink. I even had a bottle of whiskey there and a few glasses, just in case.

“So, Lauren, what do you do for a living?” Tom asked as he turned down the music slightly so that we could talk.

I leaned over to him and let my lips hang an inch away from his ear. My hand found the volume knob on the stereo and slowly turned it back to its original volume.

“It’s all very secret,” I whispered coyly. “You know, if I told you, I might have to kill you.”

He smiled and his eyes broke from the road for the first time since we had pulled out of the Nova. When he looked at me, his eyebrows raised to form an expression on his face that mocked surprise.

“Forget I asked,” he said jokingly. “I wouldn’t want to put my life in danger. But would you like to know what I do for a living?”

“Pull into this parking lot right there,” I said. “We’re here.”

He pulled in and parked in front of my office building. In one of the offices above my agency, I noticed a light on. It was still early in the night, early enough for someone to be working late. All the lights in my office were off, and after I opened the door my hand found the switch instinctively.

“So this is your secret lair where you do all of your work?”

“Something like that.”

I closed the door behind us and drew the blinds shut. I didn’t lock the door. Tom looked around the small reception area and studied the walls, trying to glean anything he could about what it was that I did. I took his hand and led him into my office, shutting the door needlessly behind us.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked. I was already pulling out the bottle of single malt whiskey, aged eighteen years, as I asked him. Tom sat down on the couch and crossed his leg. Not waiting for an answer, I filled two glasses with ice from the freezer of my mini fridge.

“A small one would be wonderful,” he said politely. His eyes watched me and I noticed that they fell down to my cleavage and my hips. I didn’t mind.

I poured us two glasses and then walked over to sit next to him. I gave us a few feet of space between us so that we could face each other as we talked. To be honest, I wasn’t interested in talking, but I did want another drink before I let Tom satisfy the itch that was growing inside of me.

“Tell me about yourself. What do you do outside of work. Like if you didn’t have to work, what would you do with your life?” Tom asked. “I’m always interested to know about people’s passions, you know? What their dream pursuit is, that kind of stuff.”

I took a large swallow of the whiskey and basked in the smooth warmth that flowed down my throat until it gathered in my belly. It felt good to be sitting here with a stiff drink and a handsome stranger before me. If only he would quit with the personal questions, it might be perfect.

“You know what would make this perfect?” I asked him.

“No, what?”

I reached over and put my hand on his upper leg. I pushed off of him as I rose and my hand slip up just slightly, only inches away from his crotch. I walked over to my computer, making sure to exaggerate the sway of my hips back and forth, and turned it on.

“Music.”

Tom smiled and nodded as he raised his glass in agreement. I turned the music on with the volume low and the sound filled the background. I tipped the glass back and finished off the rest of my drink, the mild bite of the whiskey now gone as my taste buds adjusted to the fine whiskey. Ice clinked against itself as I lowered the drink from my lips. I walked over to where Tom sat, my hips moving to the low beat of the music, and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass over the ice that was still fresh in the glass. I sat down next to him, close this time.

“You are beautiful,” Tom said seductively. I eyed him carefully and sipped at my drink, careful now not to drink too much. I was starting to feel the first glass of whiskey add itself to the martinis and I did not want to overdo myself.

“Thank you, kind sir,” I purred. Tom eased himself up and stood before me. I looked down at his crotch, expecting to see him aroused and there was nothing there to see.

He turned and looked around my office. I leaned back on the couch and rested the drink against my exposed knee, the perspiration from the glass flowing in a single tiny stream towards my dress. I watched it slide down, feeling the tickling coolness of the water.

“You have a really nice office,” he said. “You don’t have any pictures on the walls.” His voice had a hint of sadness to it. I shrugged casually. As he walked towards my desk, I took a quick mental inventory of what was there. I wondered if there was anything with my real name on it and then I asked myself if I even cared.

He ran a single finger across my desk as if to prove to himself that it was really there. I got up from the couch slowly, bending over so that he could eye my cleavage if he wanted, and walked over to the lights. I dimmed them down slightly and the room took on a new ambiance with the dim lighting and soft music.

Tom was looking down at my desk, his attention completely on it. I put my drink down on the coffee table softly as I walked towards him. I stepped out of my shoes and left them next to the coffee table. I lifted up my dress and latched my fingers around my panties, sliding them down around my legs.

With my panties around my feet, I lifted one leg out of them and let the panties hang from the other foot. Tom was still looking around my office, oblivious to what I was doing. I briefly wondered why his attention had shifted so completely and then decided I didn’t care. This wasn’t about him anyway.

“Tell me, how long have you...” he began. With my foot, I tossed the panties towards him. They bounced off his chest and landed on my desk. A look of surprise washed over his face and he picked up the panties, then turned to me. His face changed from surprised to intrigued before he leaned back against my desk. I walked over to him slowly.

“So talkative,” I whispered to him as I stood only inches before him. I ran my hands down his outer thighs before sliding them up his back, feeling the rigid muscles there. He was a bulky man and I could feel his strength emanating from him. He leaned in to kiss me and I turned my face away, grabbing him by the hair gently and guiding his mouth to my neck. His mouth opened and I felt the sweet wetness of his tongue against my skin.

He sucked on my neck gently, careful in his movements. I pushed myself against his body, rubbing my hands through his hair and on his back. Tom sucked on my neck with no sense of urgency in his actions. I grew wet between my legs and gyrated my hips against his. I could feel his cock growing hard as it rose against me.

My eyes were shut closed, darkness enveloped my entire being as I let the sound of the music and the sensation of him against me take me away. His hands were sliding down my back and they stopped on my ass and squeezed, soft at first and then harder. It felt wonderful.

I reached back and lifted up my dress so that my ass was completely exposed. I moved Tom’s hand to my naked skin and he began to breathe harder as he rubbed the naked flesh. I was on my toes, pushing my ass back and lifting it up slightly so that it arched just right for his hand to slide down between my legs from the back. Soon, my wetness dripped around his fingers as they found where I wanted them to go.

Tom was slow and deliberate. His fingers moved around my lips, careful at first not to enter me. I moaned out loud as he slid further and caressed my clit. His cock was fully hard now, pressing against my stomach through his pants. Yet I felt no urge to make a move towards it; I was engulfed with the sensation of Tom’s touch. I pushed his face away from my neck and latched on to his lower lips, biting down playfully.

I moaned even louder as his fingers parted my lips and pushed inside of me. I dropped down from the tips of my toes and he slid further inside of me as I pushed down. His hand was firm and strong and he practically lifted me up as he moved in and out of me. I pushed my tongue in his mouth and greedily opened my mouth for his.

His fingers parted from me and I moaned in protest. Both of his arms wrapped around me, the hands firmly grabbing my ass, and he lifted me up. We floated across the room to where the couch was and as he tossed me down, I kicked over my glass of whiskey. He looked over to the spilled drink and a moment of confusion dawned on him as to whether or not he should continue.

“Fuck it,” I said, eyeing him hungrily. I was on my back on the couch, my legs opening. He was kneeling before me now, crawling on top of me. I grabbed him by the side of his face and pushed his face down onto my breasts. He pulled the dress down and my exposed nipples poked out, yearning for his attention. Pleasure pulsed through my body as he rubbed the hard, wanting nipples. He rubbed his nose against the soft pink nipple, playfully teasing it before he finally wrapped his mouth around my left nipple and began to suck.

My body moved like I was in the ocean, taken by a large wave. My eyes closed hard as the tension of my wanting pulsed through my body. I was pulling and teasing the other nipple as he worked on my left breast, sending pleasure through me. Soon, it became too much and I pushed his head down, clearly telling him what I wanted. He looked up at me, a grin on his face, before he slowly moved down between my legs. He kissed my stomach through the dress as he descended, inch by inch. With his head between my legs, he lifted the dress up and parted my legs even wider.

An explosion of sensation rocked through me as his tongue licked every inch of me. I moaned loud, so loud it bordered on yelling, and pushed my hips against his tongue as it moved against my clit. He sucked softly, barely touching it at first, teasing it. I managed to open my eyes and looked down at him. He looked back at me and pushed his tongue harder against my clit.

I felt him slide a finger inside of me. I bit down on my lip, hard. I moaned. He wrapped his lips around me and sucked softly until I was crying out with pleasure. He licked me up and down, stopping only to drink up the sight of me with his eyes. I watched him lustfully staring at me when he paused and I wanted to reach down and suck on his tongue ferociously.