The Billionaire Heartbreaker (11 page)

Reily's fingers moved over the screen.
I'll be there tomorrow evening.
No use in giving him any reason to act out.
Because Bob said you needed a handler.

Oh, I need a handler, all right,
Travis responded almost immediately.
Want to know exactly what I need handled?

Reily suppressed a smile. The man was incorrigible. That didn't mean he was going to break down her defenses, though.
This is business, remember? We agreed.

YOU agreed.
Reily pictured the stern set of Travis's jaw as she read the text.
You coerced me into playing along, but I didn't agree to shit.

Someone was feeling cheeky tonight.
How much have you had to drink tonight?
No way was he texting this sober.

His response came not a second later.
I'm stone sober, baby.

Reily snorted. Sure he was. One by one the little text messages popped up on the screen. So fast that Reily had a hard time keeping up. Good lord, was he dictating to text or were his fingers moving that fast?

I need to fuck you.

I want to taste you again.

I'm obsessed. My cock is so hard right now that all I can think about is coming. Are you wet, Reily? Are you thinking about how it felt to come with my mouth on you?

Reily let out a shaky breath. She'd been wet the moment her text alert went off and she read his name. She didn't even need the dirty talk to get her engine revved.

I want you on the bed on all fours with your ass in the air. I'm going to suck, lick, and bite your sweet pussy until you come. And then I'm going to fuck you so hard that everyone in the hotel will hear you come. God, I can't wait to fuck you again. Just thinking about it gives me a rush.

Travis, you have to stop.
Reily typed the message with shaking fingers and then cupped the back of her neck. A sheen of sweat beaded her skin and her entire body flushed with heat. Her clit pulsed in time with her heartbeat as a rush of wetness spread between her thighs. She'd never wanted anyone with such urgency before. Travis was forbidden fruit. The allure of taking something she couldn't have—something she wasn't meant to have—was almost too much to resist.

Touch yourself.

She read the text and swallowed down a groan. God, she wanted to. If anything, to take the edge off.

We can't do this.
Didn't he realize that if he slipped up one more time, Bob was going to suspend him? He was already treading on thin ice and Reily had promised the Stars manager that there was nothing going on between her and Travis.

I'm stroking my cock right now and thinking about your perfect pussy. It's gorgeous. Like a rosebud about to bloom.

Reily read the text and then reread it. Travis was so unexpected. So unlike the notion she'd initially had of him. Was it unfair of her to think that his interest in her had more to do with pushing boundaries than something honest and real? Something that could be truly amazing if she'd just give it a chance.

Send me a pic. I'm dying to see it.

Absolutely not.
It was bad enough he was sexting her. The last thing she needed was for there to be photographic evidence.

Reily set her phone down. A few minutes passed with no response. She wasn't sure if it was relief or sadness that tugged at her stomach. One of them had to be the adult. It just sucked that it always had to be her.

I'm stroking my cock
. The text caused a rush of adrenaline to flood her system.
It's so hard. Imagining your pussy drives me crazy. Are you touching yourself? Are your fingertips circling your swollen clit? Come for me, Reily. I want to know when you come.

Oh man, she wanted to. Lying in the bed where Travis had given her such intense pleasure, all Reily could do was relive that night in her mind over and over again. His heated words only pushed her closer to that point of mindlessness that made her want to be reckless. He wasn't even in the room and Travis could affect her like no other man ever had. She stared at his text and the words that seemed to jump right off the screen to caress her.

Her right hand wandered down her torso to the elastic waistband of her underwear. For a moment, her fingertips flirted with the edge of the fabric as indecision warred within her. Would giving in to Travis's command prove that he held some sway over her? That, despite what she'd told him, she wanted to be with him again. To feel his powerful body move over hers and feel the possessive grip of his large hands on her hips.

You're doing it, aren't you?

Damn him. Even his texts were smug. She could totally picture the panty-melting smirk that was undoubtedly curving his full lips right now.

Her fingers swiped over the keys.
Maybe.

Goddamn. I want to see you do it. FaceTime me.

Yeah, that wasn't happening. There was no telling where it might end up if he lost his phone at a bar or—God forbid—at another woman's place. She banished that thought the moment it entered her mind. That wasn't who Travis was. She knew that now.

Reily considered what he'd told her. That he wanted her. That this was about more than a good time. She wanted it to be true because she wanted him, too. Past their physical attraction. She wanted the Travis who played with his nieces and ribbed his brother. She wanted the guy who'd rather hang out at home than go to a charity event and brave the red carpet. She wanted the Travis that no one saw. The side of himself he'd trusted her enough to show. And that scared the hell out of her because Reily knew that her feelings for Travis weren't even close to superficial.

Despite that, she couldn't afford for either of them to be caught being reckless right now.
Sorry. You're just going to have to trust me.

Reily set the phone down beside her. Her fingers slid between her wet, swollen lips and she let out a quiet moan. Travis had her so wound up that it wouldn't take much for her to come. A soft breeze would probably get the job done at this point. Her text alert went off and she looked over at her phone.

You have a sadistic streak. Not gonna lie, I sort of like it.

Her lips curved into a smile. Even from thousands of miles away, he drove her crazy. This was bad.
So
bad
. Her fingers moved over her clit and Reily's hips bucked. It was also
so
good.

*   *   *

Travis shifted on the bed and pressed his head back into the pillow. He wondered what it would take to get Riley to send him a video. He didn't need much, just thirty seconds. Or maybe an hour or so. The thought of her touching herself, sliding her slim, pale fingers through the rosy pink flesh of her pussy was almost more than he could take.

The past week without her had been damned near unbearable.

One night was all it had taken for Travis to become obsessed with her. One night of her soft, willing body, her sounds, her taste, her passion. He missed her scandalized, flustered expression. Her carefully orchestrated ponytail and tight-laced workwear. The sound of her voice, the brilliant blue of her eyes. The control that she tried to exercise over everything in her life. The stern set of her jaw when he did something she didn't approve of.

Goddamn. Reily tied him into knots.

It wasn't just her body, though. Travis wanted her for her intelligence, her personality, every thought that swirled around in her head. She was the total package. He'd missed her so much last night that he'd drowned his sorrows in a thousand dollars' worth of Macallan at the hotel bar. He hadn't meant to get lippy with the Blackhawks fan who'd decided it was okay to get in his face. And yeah, he shouldn't have shoved the guy and he shouldn't have shown up to practice the next day hungover. He'd reached his quota for bad choices last night. And there was no shortage of people around to make sure he knew it.

Bob was pissed, and rightfully so. And his coach wasn't exactly impressed with the seven pucks his own teammates had managed to get past him today at practice. Travis was off his game. Something had fucked with his headspace in a major way. And the only thing that would get him square was the woman who was too many fucking miles away.

This texting bullshit wasn't going to cut it. If he couldn't see her, Travis wanted to hear her voice. Listen to her come apart, even if it wasn't him touching her.

He dialed her number and hit the speakerphone function.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Travis's stomach folded in on itself and his muscles bunched with tension. He waited for Reily's voicemail to answer and said a curse under his breath.

“Hello?”

Her warm, husky voice caused his cock to throb. “I figured your hands might be too busy for you to answer.” He smiled as he envisioned her lips pucker with disapproval.

“Travis, you shouldn't be calling me.”

The way she said his name, like a sensual purr, sent a shiver over his skin. “I absolutely should be calling you,” he replied. “I can't stand this texting bullshit. I want to hear you when you come.”

A space of silence passed between them. Reily sighed and the sound slipped through the receiver like a caress. “Travis.”

Lord, the way she said his name. He couldn't get enough of it. “Tell me what you're doing right now.”

Another pause. “Touching myself.”

She could try and put distance between them, use professionalism as her shield, but he knew Reily wanted him as badly as he wanted her. “I want details.”

He sensed her reluctance even through the phone. Her tightly reined control wouldn't allow her to say anything that wasn't PG-13 appropriate. Well, screw that. Travis wanted her dirty. Undone. And definitely unsuitable for anyone under eighteen.

“You don't need details,” she said. “You already know what I'm doing.”

He'd coax her out of that uptight shell if it killed him. “Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she said on a breath.

“Then tell me. Say, ‘My pussy is wet.'”

The sound of a muted groan answered him. He wished he could see her now. Reily cleared her throat and said, almost too quietly for him to hear, “My pussy is wet.”

Travis took his stiff cock in his hand and began to stroke. It relieved the pressure only a little. He wouldn't be satisfied until Reily was here in this bed with him. “And…?”

“And … I'm touching myself.”

It was going to be tough to coax her out of her shell. If she was here now, he could touch her, kiss her, murmur these words against her ear, her throat. He could get her to that mindless state where nothing mattered but the moment and the way she felt. Her walls would crumble so easily if she was here with him now.

“Tell me what you're thinking about.”

Another breath. “You.”

Hell yeah
. His chest swelled with smug satisfaction. “What about me?”

“I'm thinking about what it felt like to have your mouth on me.”

Travis continued to stroke his cock as he let his eyes drift shut. “Where on you?”

“My pussy.”

He swallowed down a groan. “How did it feel?”

Her breathing increased. “Good. The way your tongue was so soft on my clit. The way it felt when you used your teeth and sucked on me.”

Travis's hips bucked into his grip. “Did you like that?”

She moaned. “Mhm. I can't even describe how good it felt. It made my entire body tingle.”

“I'll do it again. As soon as you get here. Are you close?”

“Yes.” The word was little more than a whisper. “So close.”

Travis's sac grew tight. He stroked down from the swollen head of his cock to the base and back up. His pace increased and his breath raced in his chest. “I am too. Come with me Reily. Let me hear you.”

Moments passed and the only sounds were that of their heaving breaths. Reily made a tight, whimpering sound that sent a jolt of excitement through him. He stroked himself faster as he pictured her touching herself.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Travis.”

The sweet sounds of her orgasm sent Travis over the edge. A tingle spread from his balls and up his shaft. Waves of sensation crashed over him as he came, the hot jets striping his bare stomach. A shudder passed through him and he let out a gust of breath. On the other end of the receiver, Reily's racing breath was music to his ears.

Long moments of silence stretched between them. Strangely enough, he found it comforting just knowing she was still on the other end of the receiver. Reily filled him with a sense of peace that he'd never felt outside of his relationship with his family. She was different from any other woman he'd ever met. One in a million. His feelings for her went way deeper than even he had imagined.
Holy shit
.

“Travis…”

He sensed in her tone that she was about to push him away again. He wasn't going to let that happen. “I promise I'll behave from here on out,” he said before she could say what was on her mind. “I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Good night, Reily.”

Before she could respond, he ended the call. She was already too important for him to simply let her go, and he was going to prove to her exactly how much she meant to him. He'd break down that wall of hers if it killed him.

Eleven

Reily walked up to the front desk at the W Chicago, a riot of butterflies swirling in her stomach. Somehow, Travis made her want to throw all of her convictions about professionalism out the window and stomp them into dust. It had only taken a few steamy text messages to crumble her resolve, and then, the sound of his voice to break her into a million pieces.

Her cheeks heated with the memory of his own rasping breaths that reached out through the receiver as he came. Riley swiped her fingers across her brow, as though everyone around her could hear every one of her dirty thoughts.