Billionaire On Fire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (51 page)

“The best sex I have ever had,” Zayden
completed.

“Me too,” I said. “Tonight was perfect.”

“You say that like it’
s over
.” He grinned. “I bet you are dying
to find out what my bed feels like.”

“Yes I am. Let’s go.” I grinned back,
feeling happier and more content than I could ever remember. “Boyfriend,” I
added softly, but did not dare meet his eye when I said it.

THE
BOSS #4

Chapter
1

Zayden

Her use of the word “boyfriend” made me
feel all kinds of things that I had resigned into believing I was rendered
forever incapable of feeling. Was that what I had become? Aria Roberts’
boyfriend? I thought back to the past few days – months even – and all the
things I had willfully done for her. Maybe I was her boyfriend. Either that, or
I was very, very messed up in the head.

To think that I had my entire balcony
decorated for her. I didn’t even think people did such things outside of
movies. Here I was, holding a naked twenty-year-old girl in the shower, after
showing her what I presumed to be one of the best nights of her life.

After all that I had been through in my
life, I could not quite believe how I had become so drawn to this woman. After
Gina and all the things she represented, I was convinced that I had sworn off
women forever. How could I not? My mother had done to my father what Gina had
done to me; there was no room for me to ever consider a woman possessing any
real character. I simply had never met one that wasn’t always after something
else, money usually.

Oddly enough, even though I had been
paying a lot of money to keep Aria around, she never struck me as somebody who
would want me for my money. To think of it, I had offered to pay the hospital
bills without any financial returns on her part, but she had pretty much
rejected the contract without a clause that stated she would pay me back after
college. How many women – people in general at that – would do that? She knew I
didn’t need to be paid back, but somehow the idea that she would be taking my
money for free made her so uncomfortable that it was very charming.

The closest she had come to “using” me in
some sense was for my intellect and what a revitalizing change that was! She
wanted to learn from me, so that she could use that knowledge to expand her own
intellect and advance her own career. She hadn’t even given me a straight
answer when I offered her a real job at the bank, which had really surprised
me. How many college students would give an arm and a leg in order to have a
guaranteed job at the end of their college careers? Yet Aria had hesitated,
perhaps because she felt that she needed to do it on her own. Little did she
know that she had, in fact, done exactly that.

She had impressed me greatly with her
spark and intelligence – much like she would have to in order to impress any
other employer for any other kind of a job – which is why I had wanted her so
badly on my team.

That and she was always a pleasure to look
at, but really many, many women were and I didn’t go around offering jobs
unless I was attracted to their minds. Which in Aria’s case, I undoubtedly was.
After all, I had made myself a promise a long time ago that I would never do
many of the things I had ended up doing since Aria came into my life. The
disaster that was my marriage had convinced me that I was not made for monogamy
and women really only served one purpose. Never again was I supposed to see a
woman after sleeping with her, let alone repeat the act. Yet with Aria,
somehow, I had wanted more and more every time and been completely unable to
stop myself over and over again.

No matter what she did, she blew my mind
and made it impossible for me to give her whatever she needed in order to be in
my presence.

I was also not supposed to date again –
not in the sense of exclusivity. After Gina, the whole idea of taking someone
out on dinners and pleasing them into bed while seeing nobody else had seemed
so ludicrous, yet when it came to Aria I had been completely fine with having
an entire clause regarding exclusivity. Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last
time I had been exclusive even for a day – yet Aria had compelled me to do so
for over three months.

I couldn’t quite believe the effect she
had on me sometimes, yet I understood where it all came from. She was
intelligent far beyond her years – and far beyond most women I had met, much
older and more successful – and that didn’t simply stick to her textbooks and
papers. She exuded charm and wit regularly, in everyday conversations, in her
sarcastic retorts to me, in almost everything she said and did.

And then there was the way she defied me.
Hell, that frustrated me endlessly, so much so that sometimes I just wanted to
rip my hair apart and shred the fucking contract. At the same time, it was
completely enthralling. Nobody stood up to me like Aria was capable of doing.
Since the very first day when I proposed the contract, she had refused to take
shit from me and convinced me that the best way to do it was her way, adding in
her own clauses, bargaining with me. Then when I had tried to control who she
spoke to, alluding to the contract, she had straight up told me off and
threatened to quit even though deep down I knew that she wouldn’t actually be
able to pull it off because she really needed the money for her mother’s bill. The
fact that she temporarily believed that she could and demonstrated stubborn
attitude was just as endearing as it was maddening.

The fact that she could exasperate me so
very much and yet I was completely mesmerized her meant that I had done one
more thing I had promised myself I would never do again; I had fallen in love
with Aria Roberts. As soon as the thought hit my mind, I began feeling a jolt
of raw excitement, combined with joy in every vein in my body. I grabbed Aria,
who was getting ready to go out of the shower and into my bedroom, and shoved
her back into the tub and looked deep into her eyes.

“Zayden,” she said nervously.

“No. Don’t say anything,” I said, not
wanting to ruin this moment with words. Instead, I bent down towards her and
kissed her gently across the mouth: more gently than I had thought I was
capable of. Then I slowly parted her mouth, trying to ignore my urges to devour
her, so that this moment somehow demonstrated the love I was feeling erupting
inside me, without actually saying a word. Very lightly I put my tongue inside
her mouth and felt her nipple begin to harden beneath my palm. Rubbing them
gently, I began to explore her mouth softly, then sucked on her lower lip.

I broke off and pulled her up. “Bedroom,”
was the only word I said. She nodded, her eyes glinting with the very desire I
felt in my veins. As soon as we got there, I threw her into my huge bed. I
leaned down to kiss her breasts from the side of the bed, which had a
surprisingly strong effect on her, as she looked at me with her hand slightly
shivering.

“Touch yourself,” I groaned into her right
breast, then took almost all of it into my mouth and sucked on it as hard as I
could.

“What?” She sounded confused and
disoriented and very much pleasured.

I took my mouth off from her tightening
nipples, looked her in the eye and repeated, “I said touch yourself, Aria.
Touch your pussy and moan for me. I want to see you make yourself come while I
devour your perfect little breasts.”

“I’ve – I’ve never,” she said nervously. “I
have never really done that.”

That genuinely took me by surprise. I had
yet to meet a woman who hadn’t at a very young age discovered how to make
herself feel sexual pleasures. Girls often just offered to put on a show for me
that involved a strip tease followed by self-induced orgasm. I had just assumed
every single girl did that. Of course Aria was different. In a flash of
inspiration, I grabbed her hair tightly and spanked her lightly on the ass.

Looking sternly into her eyes, I said in a
very low voice, “Are you going to defy me in bed too or are you going to make
yourself come? Now?”

As I had hoped, Aria was significantly
more open to the idea of being controlled in bed than she had been in other
aspects of her life, for I could see her pussy getting wetter upon hearing
these words. Without any further protests, she began rubbing herself at her
clit and her eyes looked like she was confused yet delighted.

“Now shove a finger inside and fuck
yourself.” She did as she was told as I continued my tongue-work on her other
breast, licking and sucking, as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster.
“Stop,” I said, just as she was about to come. “Suck your fingers and continue
with your other hand.”

She slowly put the middle finger of her
right hand inside her mouth and began sucking just like it was a piece of a
very tasty lollipop, while her left hand now replaced it on her clit, flicking
and rubbing faster and faster. “Are you about to come?” I asked, knowing the
answer before she nodded.

Instead of letting her finish herself off,
I jumped at the moment and threw my face into her pussy. I ran my hungry tongue
all over the wet lips and sucked her clit until her whole body was shivering
violently. She tried to remove my head, but I held both of her hands tightly
over my head so that all she could do was wither and let my tongue ride her
through her orgasm.

As soon as she was a little capable of
movement, she tried to get me up again, but I did not take my mouth of her
sweet pussy even for a second. Instead, I shoved my tongue deep inside her and
then began licking the inside as it continued to drip from within. Aria’s body
was building up again and suddenly all of her protests were gone, instead she
was holding my head firmly and rocking my face closer and closer to her until
she erupted into another shaking orgasm. It was only after the third time of
this that I took my head off her pussy, looked at her and grinned.

“So, have you ever came three times in
less than ten minutes before?”

She shook her head while her face looked
completely blank, as though it was simply incapable of dealing with anything
else. It was a good few minutes before she spoke again.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know that was
possible. I had heard stories, but I didn’t think—”

“What?” I asked just to stroke my own ego,
even though I knew perfectly well what the answer was for.

“Multiple orgasms in such a short time.”

I shrugged, even though I was feeling good
about myself inside. “There are still many, many things your body is capable of
that you didn’t know. I am here to show you Aria.”

I had been throbbing hard since we were in
the bathroom but I had wanted to show her a good time before letting myself get
carried away. But it was getting out of hand and I felt like if I didn’t put
myself inside her any minute, I would collapse from the need to fuck her.
Unable to hold myself together any longer, I flung her off the bed and turned
her around. Half her body from the torso above was in the bed, but her legs
were hanging off it, her ass protruding out.

At first I slid myself inside her pussy
from behind, but after a few thrusts, I lost control of myself and entered her
ass. It was so tight, I almost came from the force with which it wrapped around
me. To my utter surprise, Aria let out a small moan that did not sound like it
was exactly from pain. Encouraged by her reaction and eager to make the process
as pleasurable for her as possible, I reached her pussy with my left hand and
began gently stroking her clit. Continuing the strokes, I lunged forward back
into her tight ass. The feeling was so incredible that I completely forgot
where I was or what I was doing. All I could think of was just how tight and
incredible her ass felt. My hands moved faster and faster against her while I
fucked her ass with no remaining constraint, until both of us exploded around
the same time. I collapsed on her back.

Chapter
2

Aria

As we lay awake in bed, I watched Zayden
who seemed to have still not recovered from what had transpired between us. I
was a bit in shock. Tonight had been more than I had expected in every way
possible. Zayden had not only made the hospital payment, but also gone out of
his way to charm me, which made me feel incredible.

I hoped that he would the last person I
have sex with, but I had to be cautious in hoping things of that nature. After
all, he had just called me his girlfriend, not offered me a wedding ring.
Chances were that he still intended to say goodbye to me after the contract.
But then he wouldn’t have used that word.

His reaction when I called him my
boyfriend had also taken me by surprise. His eyes flickered with the most
intense gaze I had ever seen them bestow upon me. The way he had kissed me
after had also been very different, much less sexual, much more gentle and
romantic. He had obviously enjoyed hearing me call him that, which meant that I
could keep some hope that we would be together for far beyond the contract
without feeling like a complete moron.

When Zayden finally opened his eyes,
waking up from the oblivion caused by his orgasm, he turned me around to the
edge of his bed gently without saying a word. He closed himself onto me,
wrapping his right hand over me. As we lay spooning, I started wondering what
the night had in store for us next.