The Complete Bad Boy Series (5 in 1): Best Billionaire Romance Collection (Bad Boy Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Paranormal Series) (11 page)

I’ve tried on a million and one outfits but nothing looked special enough.  What does a person wear when they are going out with a billionaire?  How I wish I had a fairy godmother that could zap me some glass slippers.  Or better yet, maybe she’d take the glass slippers and make them diamond slippers instead.  They won’t be very comfortable, but at least it made sense when you are going out on a date with a billionaire.

My phone rang causing me to zip across my bedroom.

“Yes?” I asked.

“How rude.  Is that how you greet people when you pick up the phone?” My best friend Debbie was chewing me out.  “Don’t let the young kids fool you, manners and etiquette will always be in fashion.”

“I’m sorry Debs, I’m just nervous.”

“Okay, so he’s a billionaire.  So he’s dated a few celebs here and there.  Don’t let that get to you.  He’s just a regular guy.”

“A regular guy?  No, a regular guy was who I thought I was going out with. I thought he was a limo driver.” Debbie broke out in laughter.  “It’s not funny.” I snickered.  “I just don’t know what to wear or even how to act.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s a billionaire!  Do I act a certain way?”

“Ha!” She laughed again.  “Are you asking whether or not you should act regal?”

“Yes.”

“When he met you, were you wearing a crown?  When he met you, were you acting like the Queen of England?  No, you were your regular self.  He wants that woman that he met at the cafe.  If he wanted an uptight, stick in the mud, rich wench, he could easily get one.  He wants the uptight, stick in the mud, regular you.  Go and be you.”

I wanted to argue with her some more but I remembered that I casually left out his proposition.  For all that Debbie knew, this was a regular date but I knew that  wasn’t the case.

Standing outside my own business in my little black dress felt weird.  If I was standing in front of my cafe, I was either opening or closing.  Looking inside and seeing the chairs on top of the tables, the machine lights on a dim glow, and how it was so empty just made me feel out of place.  It was like a whole outer body experience.

“You...look so beautiful.” He was behind me in formal slacks, button up white shirt, and a red bow-tie.

“Thank you.” I grinned slightly.  I looked around looking for his car or maybe in his case, a fancy limo. “Are we walking?”

“No my car is down the block.  I just wanted to escort you there personally.” He poked out his elbow, and I immediately looped my arm within his.

We stopped in front of a car that I recognized from music videos.  I didn’t want him to see that I was impressed.  After we were both inside, he grinned at me, started the engine, and we were off.  We were zipping through the streets and I could see people stare at the car.  Others took out their cell phones and took pictures of it whenever we stopped.  I was so wrapped up in people staring at us, that I didn’t notice that we were pulling into a pier.

I looked out and saw a huge boat.  This must be a cruise ship, but with all the money he has, it wouldn’t surprise me if this is a yacht.  A valet came and open my door.  He reached out his hand and I placed mine within his.

“Right this way please.” He led me to the curb.  Jonathan shook the hand of another valet and that valet drove off. Het met me on the street and again looped his arm out.  I placed my arm within his and he led me away.

“Good evening Mr. Samuels.  I am the Captain.  We’d like to personally welcome you and your guest.  If you would be so gracious to follow the hostess inside.”

“Thank you.” He shook his hand and we were in.

The first thing you saw was a grand hall with chandeliers.  There was a staircase on one side and two entryways on opposite sides.  The hostess explained that upstairs there were two huge bedrooms, one entryway led to the outdoors, and then there was a dining room.  She brought us to the dining room.  There was a table set with food and lit candles.  After we were seated, we started to eat the decadent meal immediately.

“You were hungry?” He laughed as I was finishing up.

“You have no idea.  I forgot to eat.”

“Nervous about what was going to happen tonight?”

“A bit.”

“I didn’t tell you I wanted to taste you to make you anxious.  I just wanted to be honest with you.”

“Well I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I confessed.  “ I have a question for you.  Why me?”

“Because you didn’t know who I was.  I’m so use to women throwing themselves at me that it was rather refreshing to have one not know me at all.  Also, needless to say, you are a very attractive woman.  So Cassandra, can I taste you?”

It seemed like the question lingered in the air.  I closed my eyes and went back to the fantasy that I had in my head briefly.  I nodded my head.  I opened my eyes and saw that he was smiling.  He called out to one of the staff members and our table was cleared.  He ordered that we shouldn’t be disturbed.  The staff member nodded and closed the doors.

He  stood up and in one swift motion  propped me on the dining room table.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked. I nodded and he shook his head.  “I want you to tell me.”

“Yes.” I mumbled.

“So that I can hear you.”

“Yes...taste me.”

Jonathan wrapped his arm by the small of my back and kissed me deeply.  I felt my nipples get harder and in between my thighs get warmer. He started to bite on my neck while slowly bringing up my dress.  When he found that it was getting too much he ripped it exposing my pink lingerie.  His fingers traced the lace bottoms sending electric sparks everywhere.  He kneeled, propped my legs wide open, pushed my underwear to the side, and dived in tongue first.  It was hard to catch breath between his incessant licks and kisses.  Just when I thought he would let me breathe, he would push his head in farther.  He used his hands to hold my legs open and his head would move back and forth.  His tongue moved with a motive.  There wasn’t an inch of me down there he didn’t cover with his tongue.  He slowly licked around the opening and I could hear him slurp my juices.

“Cassandra I knew you’d taste good.” He managed to say before sending me back on the roller coaster ride. He was sucking on my outer lips when his hands started to venture up and fondle my chest. Playing with my nipples while tasting me was starting to be too much.  First came the shivers and I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I would explode. He almost had me when he stuck his tongue inside me.  He was moving it in and out, holding my legs all the way back.  I was gripping the table, holding in my screams and moans because I didn’t want the staff to hear me. That itself was getting harder to do while he was flicking his tongue up and down on my clit, moving it in circles, and tasting every part of me.

“I want to hear you Cassandra.” I shook my head and he dived in further.  He started to insert one finger inside of me moving it rapidly in and out.  I could hear my wetness and that turned me on even more.  When he slipped in two fingers and started sucking, I could no longer hold back.

“Oh!” I yelled and grunted soon after.  I propped myself up on my elbows just to watch him.  His brown eyes were fixated on me.  He took his hands and grabbed on my bottom.  With no warning, he squeezed and that made me climax.

“OH Gosh!” I screamed slamming my hand against the table.  I started to thrash but he held me down and went licking even faster.  When he finished, he stood up, wiped his face and smiled at me.

Minutes later I sat completely up.  I was a bit lightheaded.  I’ve never gotten it that good before.  I saw Jonathan outside looking out at the water.  He was leaning on the railing just staring at the lights.

“Hey.” I greeted him as I was right behind him.

“Cassandra.” His smile was warm but in his eyes I saw the same wickedness that took over from before.

“May I join you out here?” I leaned on the railing next to him.  He didn’t answer me, instead he stood behind me.  He swept my hair to one side of my shoulder and kissed the back of my neck.  I could feel his erection poking me and I leaned my head back and kissed him.  He lifted my dress and pulled my underwear down.  He pulled his pants down and teased his head against my pulsating hole.

“Do you want this?” He poked me with every word but never entered me.  It was torture.

“Yes I want it.” I pleaded.  I even went as far as pushing back against him trying to put it inside myself.  He noticed what I was trying to do so he pulled away.

“Say it so I can hear you.”

“Fuck me Jonathan.”

He moaned and then entered me.  The thickness of his head had me yelping for joy.  He started slow and I felt the length and girth of him.  He was working in and out of me in a circular motion.  He took one of his hands to grab my breast underneath my dress and with his other hand, he had his finger in my mouth.  I was sucking on it and gently biting down.  He started to speed up and he was slamming against me.  You could hear our bodies collide against each other.

“Yes!” I screamed, surprising myself.  He pulled out, swung me around, and picked me up.  He was inside of me with ease.  My back was against the railing, my arms  were looped around the top rail for support, and my legs were wrapped around his waist.  I started to kiss him passionately and he moaned when I tongues met.  I stopped kissing him to whisper in his ears.

“Just like that.”  He grunted in pleasure and started to slow down.  I bit his ear and placed my arms around his neck.  I leaned as far back as I could and started to grind my hips against him.  He hissed and gripped me tighter as he and I moved in the same rhythm.  Our eyes were locked on each other.  I kissed him hard, grabbing handful of his curly hair.  He moaned and I pulled his hair.

“Thank you.” I said in a hushed tone and we fell in exhaustion.

We started to pick ourselves up. I began to fix my hair and dress while he was buttoning his shirt.We made our way back inside.  He flopped on the couch in one room.  I sat on one end.  He leaned his head back and looked towards the ceiling.  He started to mumble something but his eyes were starting to close.  I slanted myself towards him and saw that he was drifting away to sleep.  I reached out to touch him but then I found myself falling asleep as well.

It started off as a soft tickle on my neck.  I commence to open my eyes and saw that I was in Jonathan’s arms.  He was nuzzling my neck.  When he realized that I was waking up he planted a small kiss on my forehead.  I smiled and kissed his lips.  He began to kiss me back and then went on to undress me.  I was almost completely naked when I requested that he take me to one of the bedrooms.  He swept me off my feet and within moments he was kicking in the door to one of the private rooms.  I was giggling as he placed me on the bed.  He locked the door and was now taking his clothes off.

“Nuh uh.” I hopped off the bed.  “Let me.” He gave me a wicked grin as I carefully unbuttoned, unzipped, and undress him.  When I got down to his boxers, I kneeled in front of him, and pulled it down slowly.  He was already erect.  I kissed the head and then proceeded to to give small kisses all the way down his hard shaft.  I peeked up and saw that his eyes we closed with his head leaning back.  I licked my way back up to the head and heard him hiss.  My tongue then licked all over the head until it was dripping wet.  He took his hands and touched the back of my head.  I let him enter my mouth slowly.  I tried to take in more but when I couldn’t move anymore, I started to move back and forth.  I was letting my mouth get wetter while my hands gripped him.

“Cassandra…”I looked up at him and he had this mischievous expression on his face.  I could sense what he wanted.  My hands met his at the back of my head.  I pushed his hands along and he caught the cue.  He started to bob my face back and forth, entering me with the same rhythm we had earlier outside by the railing.  He had a fistful of my hair while he quickened his pace.  I could feel him get even more aroused and when I thought he was going to hit his limit, he pulled me out, stood me up, and bent me over the bed.

“You want this?” He was teasing me by gliding his erect on my wet lips.  I turned and faced him with a smile.

“Can’t you tell?” I chuckled.  He looked pleased and continued to tease me.  He would almost put himself in but pull it out at the last second.  I was pulsating, my body was screaming for pleasure, and I knew he heard its cries because he has this delicious smirk across his face.  Each time he put his head in and pushed a bit further, but then he snatched it away.  I even got so frantic that I started to back up.  I thought that maybe if I did it myself, he would give in.  Instead he pulled away even farther, planted a kiss on my center, and tickled my hole with his tongue. My body started to quiver and I fell against the bed.

“Now, you’re ready.”

With those words, he plunged inside of me at full force.  I screamed in delight. He held on to my shoulders as he pumped himself in and out of me.  HIs body moved against mine with such a might that I could barely breathe.  I was howling now.  The staff could probably hear us but I didn’t care.  The waves of pleasure consumed me.  I finally had the strength to prop myself up.  I looked back at him and saw that he was hard at work.  Winding my hips slowly, I wanted to entice him some more.  He grabbed my hips and matched my pace.  My hands were gripping the sheets.