ROMANCE: Billionaire Romance: Tantalizing Temptation (New Adult, Short Stories, Billionaire Romance, Contemporary BBW Romance) (9 page)

“See you tomorrow.”  Adam reached for Camille’s hand and pulled her close.  She smiled, and then Adam leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips.  It was intoxicating to him because she smelled so good and her breasts touched his chest when he pulled her close.  He held her tight and Camille relaxed just long enough to share in a passionate kiss before Rose and Marcos walked outside. 

“Thank you for coming.”  Rose waved to Adam, then looked at Marcos.  She saw something in him that made her feel excited again, made her think that love was a possibility for her once more.  She was still wary of letting herself fall too quickly for anyone, but Marcos had such a boyish charm to him that it was difficult not to let him into her realm of existence. 

“I look forward to seeing you again.”  Marcos took her hand and kissed it gently.  He knew that he would have to be delicate with Rose and her feelings and he didn’t want to intrude too much in her space.

“Thank you, Marcos.  I’m sorry to miss Camille’s party tomorrow, but we’ll see each other again soon.”  Rose had told Marcos earlier that she had a meeting with an art curator the same time as Camille’s get together.  She assured him that Camille always threw the best bashes, and to be prepared for a night to remember. 

As Adam and Marcos headed out to the car, they listened to the sounds of the insects and the animals who had become increasingly vocal as they night progressed.  They both climbed into the car and Adam steered onto the road.  Neither of them said much until they were away from the house.  Then Adam looked over at Marcos, who sat grinning, looking out the passenger side window.  “How’d we get so lucky?”  Adam had a quizzical expression on his face and he wondered for a second if this might be the final chapter in his romantic life. 

When they got back to the bungalow, they climbed out, tipsy and in good spirits.  They both went inside and got into their beds.  Adam lay awake for a while, hoping that Camille shared the same level of interest as he did.  It appeared and felt that she did, so he tried to put his mind at ease.  He thought ahead to her party and hoped that it would be another opportunity for the two of them to get to know each other better.  After listening to the birds caw outside for a few more seconds, he finally drifted off to sleep.

When the sun came up, both Adam and Marcos decide to go to the beach.  They got their swim shorts on and threw a few towels over their shoulders, then walked outside and down toward the lake.  As they got closer to the sand, Adam thought he saw Camille further down, on a red striped towel.  He thought she had told him that she was working during the day, so he figured it must be a mistake.  He squinted to get a better look.  “Is that Camille?”  He wanted Marcos to confirm his sighting.

“Well, the tits sure look like hers.”  He squinted and then laughed.  “I can’t really tell.  But there’s one way to find out.”  They continued to walk, and as they got closer, Adam became certain that it was Camille.  She wore a yellow bikini with green tassels on the bottom.  His heart pounded as he got closer, because she was sitting on a towel, and a man with dark brown hair and a muscular physique was sitting next to her.  He tried to pretend that he didn’t see her, but as soon as he got close, she turned around and stood up. 

“Hey, Adam.  Isn’t it perfect weather today?”  She reached for his hand and smiled.  “Adam, this is my brother, Peter.  He’s in visiting from New York for the week.  He’ll be at the party tonight.”  Camille looked excited and happy.  Adam felt relieved and ashamed at the same time.  He wanted to kick himself for thinking that Camille would be on the beach with another guy.  At the same time, he realized that she had every right to be on the beach with whomever she chose. After all, they had only just met, and they’d never discussed being exclusive.

“Hi, Peter.  Nice meeting you.”  Adam reached out and gave Peter a firm handshake.  He could see a slight resemblance between the siblings, although Peter was on the slighter side.  Camille looked as voluptuous as ever, her thick and shapely tanned legs turning Adam on as he stood in admiration of her body.  He wanted to run his hands all over her, and he decided that he might as well give up his attempts to quell the lustful feelings he had.  With such a body, it was impossible for his mind to stop creating sexual scenarios that involved him and her. 

Marcos had thrown down his towel already and headed into the water.  Adam came in shortly after, laughing and shaking his head.  “I’m already in too deep with this one.”  He shook his head and laughed.  Marcos shook his head, as well.

“Let me guess.  Cousin?” 

“Brother,” Adam corrected, sighing. Marcos smirked at him.  “I need to take a step back, that’s all.  I just met the chick.  But Marcos, I haven’t felt like this in years.  I’m not lying.  I am into her.”  Adam put his hands on his hips and scanned the horizon.  Boats drifted off in the distance, and a large volcano was visible beyond the valley.  Adam dove under the water and then came up for air a few seconds later.  “It looked like you and Rose had something going on.”  He jabbed Marcos in the ribs and then laughed.  Marcos smiled.

“She’s a catch, that’s for sure.  But I think she’s still in love with her fiancé who was killed.  What a crazy story.  I can’t even imagine…”  Marcos’s voice trailed off and he dove under the water.  For him, it was okay just to be away from California for a while.  He was definitely interested in Rose, but not in the same way that Adam was interested in Camille. He wanted to learn more about her, but he wasn’t ready to make any major life changes.

They spent half the day swimming before they finally got out to head home.  Adam picked up some sandwiches on the way, and they both ate outside under the gazebo.  Once they had eaten and rested, they both showered and got ready for Camille’s party.  Adam wore his favorite navy shorts with a tan button shirt.  He wanted to look causal, yet sophisticated.  Being a billionaire meant that he could afford to wear whatever he wanted, yet he chose to downplay his wealth whenever possible.

Marcos wore a pair of khakis and a navy shirt.  He wondered what the night would hold, especially since Rose would be absent.  Regardless, he was glad to be in Colombia, where the landscape enchanted him, and where his worries were miles away.  He and Adam got inside the car and headed off, both of them excited for the night that awaited them.

When they got to 45 Fern View Drive, Adam saw the Doberman that Camille had mentioned the day before.  Adam parked and he and Marcos got out, gingerly making their way to the door.  The dog gave them a good stare, but he was chained up, and as soon as they got to the large, wrought iron gate, Camille appeared from inside.  She was wearing a fitted black top and a long, fitted green skirt.  Adam noticed her freshly painted fingernails and her six inch stiletto heels.  He approached her and reached for her hand as soon as they made eye contact.

“You made it.”   Camille squeezed his hand and smiled.  “I see that Benson didn’t give you any problems.”  She tilted her head and Adam looked back toward the gate where the dog sat.

“He didn’t seem too concerned about us.”  Adam laughed and then he and Marcos followed Camille into the house.  When they entered, Adam was awe struck.  Her décor was incredibly tasteful, with various pieces of art positioned throughout the house and a series of framed black and white photos on the wall.  He liked the way that the home seemed to suit her personality.  It was elegant, unique, and purposeful.  “Your place is amazing.”  Adam smiled and followed her to the back porch, where a large group of people were gathered.

“Hi, everyone.  These are my new friends, Adam and Marcos.”  Camille gave them an introduction, which Adam found very thoughtful.  He looked around and noticed that there were people of various ages, races, and gender.  He felt immediately at home, and Camille reached for a beer from inside the cooler.  “I hope you like pale ale.”  She smiled and popped the top off.  Adam grinned.

“It’s one of my favorites.”  He took a sip and followed Camille back inside.  She prepared a large tray of chips and salsa and got ready to bring it outside.  Adam reached for her arm.  “You look incredible.  That skirt shows off your body in an amazing way.”  He smiled and took another sip of his drink.

“Thanks.  I’m glad you noticed.”  Camille smiled and tossed one of her long strands of hair over her shoulder.  Adam took a deep breath and wondered how long he would have to wait before getting a chance to feel her body against his.  They both wandered inside and Camille peeked outside to see that her guests were enjoying themselves.  When she was sure that they were, she looked at Adam with a curious smile. 

“What do you have on your mind?”  Adam moved closer, set his beer on the counter, and wrapped his hands around her waist. 

“Well, I was thinking that I should give you the full tour.”  Camille winked and Adam smiled.  Then he kissed her on the lips.  He could taste her cherry coated lip gloss and make out the scent of her vanilla perfume.  She made him wonder why it had taken him this long to find someone that captivated all of his senses in such a natural way.

“I’ll do whatever you want.”  Adam slowly pulled away and picked up his beer.  Camille motioned for him to follow her up a flight of hardwood steps.  He did, and when they reached the top of the steps he stood back, amazed again.  Her bedroom overlooked the Zeno Falls, and there was a huge expanse of mountains behind it.  A set of curtains billowed softly against the open window, and a candle was lit on one of the night stands.  Camille shut the door softly behind her.

“I know that you and I might not ever see each other again.”  Camille moved close to Adam and started to run her hands down his chest.  “I know that it might seem crazy, but I really wanted to share myself with you before you left.”  She smiled and Adam stepped back.  He was disturbed that she brought up the inevitable departure that he would need to make, but excited at the prospect of finally making love to her.

“So does that mean that I can finally run my hands over your gorgeous breasts and your incredible thighs?”  Adam reached out and softly caressed her breasts.  Camille closed her eyes for a second and smiled.

“Well, I do have guests to entertain, but…”  She stopped mid-sentence as Adam pulled her top over her head.  He slowly unfastened her bra and revealed her large, round breasts.  They were firm and full, and her nipples were pink and delicate.  He immediately ran his hands over them, cupping them and holding them with intense desire.  Then he put one of her nipples in his mouth.  It was like candy, and he sucked it with passion and playfulness. 

Camille stroked Adam’s arm with her hand, then sat back on the bed.  She smiled when he sat next to her and started to unzip her skirt.  Adam yanked off his shorts and tossed them to the floor.  He had no thoughts about his beer, about Marcos, or about the party.  All he wanted was to feel Camille’s large chest against his chest and himself impaling her repeatedly.  He rubbed her body with the hungry touch that he knew would be hard to conceal.

Camille enjoyed every second, and she tried not to think about going back downstairs to entertain her guests.  Adam put his hand between her legs and started to rub Camille’s sacred zone of fire.  She moaned softly and spread her legs so that Adam could feel all of her.  He lay down beside her and caressed her entire body.  It was all of his fantasies rolled into one, and he didn’t want to see them come to an end.

Adam climbed on top of her and waited.  He looked in her eyes and saw the warmth and the joy of the woman that he was falling in love with.  He then thought about leaving Colombia, but fought the idea back.  “I want to make love to you.”  He moved gently, rubbing himself against her with intense pleasure.  Camille moaned softly and pulled him closer to her. 

When Adam finally entered Camille, it was like a showering of sensations.  He felt the magnified physical sensations that came with being inside a woman, and he felt the flurry of excitement that came from his buried emotions, from the place inside him that knew he loved her.  She closed her eyes and let him penetrate her first slowly, then rapidly.  He brought her to a place that she had never experienced before, a zone of incredibly sensual and delicate sensations.

“I don’t think that you should go back to California any time soon.”  Camille whispered in Adam’s ear as he moved in and out of her with precision and strength.  She closed her eyes and ran her nails down his back.  He felt goosebumps cover his body and he wanted to yell out loud, but he remembered the guests downstairs and bit his tongue.  Camille moved beneath him, meeting his body as it rose and fell in rhythm. 

It was too soon, but Camille felt it rising up inside her – the intense and pleasurable orgasm that Adam had brought her to with such incredible skill.  She clung to his waist and pulled his body down on hers harder.  He looked in her eyes just as she tossed her head to the side and closed her eyes.  “I’m coming, Adam.  Don’t stop.”  She cried out and held on to his waist, until the rippling sensations of pleasure consumed her essence, and she finally collapsed with exhaustion underneath him.

Adam lay still for a second, not wanting to leave her body.  He kissed her breasts a few more times and then ran his hand over her face.  “Camille.”  He looked at her large brown eyes and felt a lump in his throat.  For some reason, he felt as if he could cry.  He lowered his face against hers and then whispered in her ear.  “I love you. I know it seems crazy, and it’s fast, but it’s true. I love you.”

Camille was silent.  “Adam.  I’ve been afraid that this would happen.  That we would fall for each other, and that you would have to leave.  I don’t want to go through that kind of pain again.  Stay.  Stay in Colombia.”  She sat up and pulled the covers up to her chin.  “You could visit California whenever you wanted, but if you stayed here…”  Her voice trailed off, a piece of her knowing that she couldn’t force him to do anything.