Unbearable Passion - Exposed: Billionaire Erotica Romance (Unbearable Passion series Book 3) (3 page)

“I’m so horny and you’re so far from me. I’d love to eat your pussy. Do you like it when I make you come with my tongue and my mouth?”

His words bring back memories of us at the back of a Benz in the middle of Paris, as I looked down on him as he made me climax with his mouth. He knows every single inch of my body and he knows which buttons to push.

“I do. You pleasure me so well,” I gasp, as I struggle to finish my sentence. My node is fully engorged and my body convulses as I intensify the speed at which I pleasure myself.

“I can hear you breathing heavy, Sofia. Are you about to come, baby?”

“I am.” I barely manage to reply because I’m already enjoying the sweet sensations that precede a mind-blowing orgasm. My legs tremble as my hips rise from the couch while I climax. I let out a grunt of pure pleasure, my entire body throbbing with satisfaction.

“I can even make you come from afar, you bad girl,” he says teasingly.

“Yeah, but it’s not nearly as hot as when you spank me hard before parting my ass cheeks with your big strong hands and forcing yourself in my backside without asking for permission.”

“Jesus Christ. You’re going to make me come hard,” he yells.

Bryce has gone silent, but it’s now my turn to listen to the rhythm of his heavy breathing.

“That last sentence wasn’t fair play. You knew it was going to set me off and now my creamy load exploded all over my hand and you’re not even here to lick it.”

“You’re the one who started this game. I wanted to make it was worth your while. So I guess that makes us even since I’m also able to make you come from afar.”

“You’re lucky I’m not closer by to punish you for being so cocky.”

“Oh, well, spank me. Oh, wait. You can’t. You’re not in New York.”

“Mmmmm, you evil woman, you.”

We both laugh.

I’ve never felt more sexually satisfied in my life than since meeting Bryce. He’s allowed me to explore every single dimension of my sexuality and I’ll secretly admit to loving the fact he takes charge during our sexual encounters. It’s an incredibly arousing feeling to be told what to do by a strong man who knows exactly how to satisfy my every kinky, secret desire.

“I’ll be back in New York in a few days and I’m looking forward to getting my hands all over you, eating your pussy and hearing you scream with pleasure.”

“I’ll be impatiently waiting,” I say, licking my lips at how well Bryce has mastered the art of making me come with his mouth.

“Good night, beautiful Sofia. I can’t wait to have my way with you again.”

“Good night, Bryce, and I can’t wait to see you.”

The next few days are a dream. It’s so refreshing not to have to stress out over money after spending months afraid of calls from creditors. Bryce gave me a check for the week in Paris because the amount was way too huge to carry in cash. I’m able to pay off a number of bills and prevent the electricity company from cutting out my power because of the enormous bill I owe them.

After dropping off a check to cover Todd’s percentage on my fees for my Paris business trip, I have time for a relaxing mani-pedi followed by an enjoyable lunch with my escort friend and former employee Cassandra, where I fill her in on all the highlights of my wonderful Parisian trip.

I’m so excited Bryce is coming back to New York in less than eighteen hours and I can’t wait to see him.

I arrive home with arms filled with groceries when I hear my phone ring. I check my phone and I don’t see an incoming call.

Okay, that’s strange, I could have sworn I heard the phone ring.

For whatever reason, it takes me a minute to realize it’s my work phone ringing. I drop everything and run to pick it up. I glance at the display and see Bryce’s name.

“Hey, beautiful. Have you been keeping busy?”

“Bryce, how are you? I haven’t heard from you all day. I’m so happy to hear your voice.” I can barely contain my excitement at the thought of being with him in the next few hours.

“I’ve been dealing with a lot here, Sofia,” he replies in a heavy tone.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

“Do you remember Derek, my CFO, who had a heart attack?”

“Yes, I do. Is he going to make it?” I ask with genuine concern for this stranger.

“I wish I had good news to share, but Derek passed away this morning after a second, more violent heart attack. I can’t come back to New York now. I have to make sure his wife and three-year old triplets are taken care of and I have to work with my top executives to replace Derek. I’m sorry, love, but I have to stay put for a while longer. I won’t be back in New York for a few weeks and potentially as long as a month. I want to fly you here to see you because I don’t want to wait that long, but the next few weeks will be grueling and emotionally taxing.” He pauses, waiting for my answer.

“I can’t imagine what his poor wife is going through. I’m sorry to hear this, Bryce. No rush. Take care of this woman and her kids and I know I’ll see you soon.”

“Thanks for your understanding. I’ve known Derek for years now. He mentored me during the first year of my corporate career and we’ve remained close. I hired him because he has the best mind when it comes to corporate finances. I was happy when he finally got married, because he’d been single for so long. I didn’t expect he’d die so suddenly and leave three young children behind.”

“Of course you didn’t,” I reply, trying to be as supportive as I can.

“Sofia, I lo—” He stops in mid-sentence and I’m waiting for him to repeat his sentence because I swear he was about to say, “I love you.” It takes me a few seconds to realize the battery on my phone has died. I haven’t charged it since leaving Bryce’s hotel and our phone sex episode from last night must have eaten up what little battery I had left.

Seriously? The phone dies now? Did Bryce say he loved me? Was that what he was trying to share? Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening.

I frantically look for my cable to plug my phone in, but I know in my heart it could be days before I hear back from Bryce given the circumstances. I’ll have to wait to find out what he was trying to tell me before my battery died.

* * *

Five days have passed since speaking to Bryce. He has been uncommunicative apart from the occasional text message sent at odd hours of the day. I guess with everything he has going on, he forgets that when he texts me at one am Pacific time, I’m sound asleep on the East Coast.

By day six, I’m dying to hear his soothing voice. I also realize that I might have to call Todd to get another client. Bryce left me only money for the two days he thought he’d be out of town and since his plans have changed, I’ll have to adjust mine quickly or else I’ll have more creditors pounding on my door.

My work phone rings and I nearly jump out of my skin. It’s Todd.

“Amanda, how are you keeping up? I haven’t heard from you in a few days and given the news about Bryce’s CFO, I want to make sure you’re okay. It just hit CNN and I’m sure it’s going to turn into a media frenzy.”

“News? CNN? What’s going on?” I’m nearly panicked when I ask that last question.

“Honey, have you not been watching what’s going on with Linden Corp?” Todd asks. “It’s been looping on CNN since noon.”

“I know the CFO died and there was a lot of concern over data security because he was allegedly having an affair.”

“Affair? Girl, the cat is out of the bag. Bryce’s right-hand man wasn’t
just
having an affair. This man married to a fervent Christian high-society girl with triplets in tow was having a hot, steamy and hardcore affair with Jayden Whitfield. As in multi-Olympic gold medal-winner in downhill skiing
man
Jayden Whitfield.”

“What? What are you talking about, Todd?” I can’t believe what Todd has just revealed.

“Amanda, Bryce’s CFO was a fifty-four-year old closeted gay man who was having a long-term flaming affair with Olympic skier Jayden Whitfield. Jayden is thirty years Derek’s junior and from Jayden’s account, the affair has been going on for over five years and they were passionately in love.”

I’m in shock. I had followed some of the earlier news, but I had tuned out after a while because I figured Derek was just another guy going through a midlife crisis and seeking a boost to his ego by having an affair with a pretty young thing. 

“The kicker is that Jayden revealed that under the sheets and in the throes of passion, Derek
might
have revealed some sensitive data that affects many prominent and very rich clients of the Linden Corporation.”

“Are you serious?”

“Jayden has leaked a few outrageous sexts between him and Derek and it’s clear that Bryce’s CFO was on the down-low and enjoyed a young man’s cock far more than his wife’s pussy.”

“Todd!”

“Listen, words like
cock
and
pussy
are your bread and butter. Don’t you ever forget it. I will say that even I found some of the messages very risqué and I’ve been known to have some hot sexting with men, but the fact that this guy was in his mid-fifties, married with three-year-old triplets and talked this way to his gay lover is surreal. So many men who are still in the closet end up ruining so many lives by keeping the other part of their sex life a secret from the women they’re sleeping with.”

“This is a nightmare,” I reply, still in a state of shock.

“Honey, this is more than a nightmare. Bryce has some serious damage control to do to save face and save his multi-billion-dollar corporation. Data leaking when sensitive data is the core of what you do as the leader in the Internet security business is not good.”

“Oh my God. Poor Bryce. No wonder he’s been out of touch.” I finally understand why he hasn’t been calling or texting. “This is a major blow to his company.”

“Oh, yes, it is. What kills me is that Jayden Whitfield, aka the Johnny Weir of the slopes, is trying to cash in on this and in every single interview I’ve seen of him, he’s more flaming than Boy George during his heyday. It kills me, because not all gay men prance around with a Hermes Birkin bag and arms laced with gold Cartier bracelets like Magic Johnson’s son. These types of scandals give us a bad rap and feed stereotypes.”

“Of course. This is truly a mess on all accounts.” I don’t know what more to say because this is well beyond my level of comprehension. “You know, Todd, we’re talking about Bryce, Derek and Jayden, but there’s a woman who has triplets and who one day will have to explain this hot mess to her kids. This is never going away because there will always be a trail of this mess on Google.”

“Yeah, you’re right and from what I’ve seen so far, it’s not going to be easy for her.”

“No doubt.”

“Listen, since hearing about this latest scandal, I figured Bryce wasn’t going to be back soon. He left me some money for you for two days, but I haven’t heard back from him since all this broke and I figured you’ll need to start making money soon. So I have a new client for you. I was happy to accommodate Bryce’s wishes about not booking you for anyone else as long as he paid, but I have a feeling he’ll be preoccupied for the next few weeks.”

My heart sinks at those words. Since starting working for Todd’s company, I’ve only had sex with Bryce and it’s turned out to be better than I could have imagined. After our week in Paris, I was secretly hoping Bryce would book me solid for the rest of the year or offer me a position in his company helping with the types of negotiations that require my language skills.

“Amanda, are you still there?” Todd’s voice breaks my daydreaming.

What am I going to do? I don’t want a new client and I’m not looking forward to having sex with someone else, but I did sign up as an escort.

“Amanda, do you remember we’ve had this conversation before? This is business and right now Bryce’s business is in jeopardy and you have to continue making money. Your skills are in demand and this new client is willing to double your fees.”

Todd’s words wake me up to my reality. I do need money, I’m surely not a priority for Bryce at the moment and if someone is willing to double my fees, it would be stupid to refuse.

“You’re right, Todd. Bryce won’t be in contact soon because he’s dealing with too much. I’d love to meet this new client,” I lie with clenched teeth.

“Good. Even if you don’t mean it in your heart, I’m happy your brain gets it.” Todd catches me red-handed in my lie, but I feel so grateful that he understands where I’m coming from.

“Dennis Covey owns an incredibly successful company. He distributes mobile communication wiring systems to developing countries. He’s made a fortune in China, many other Asian countries and a handful of African countries. He now has his sights set on South America. He needs someone who speaks Spanish fluently, understands the cultural nuances, and possesses a good business head. He also requested that his beautiful companion have plenty of charm to spare. He saw your profile and didn’t bother looking at a second one.”

“Do I meet Mr. Covey tonight?” I would be lying if I didn’t admit to being a little intrigued by this guy’s profile, even if I’m not looking forward to sleeping with him.

“Yes, before concluding things, he wants to meet you. Amanda, he’ll be hiring you for two solid weeks and you’ll be traveling with him to a number of South American countries.”

“I should be able to manage,” I reply hesitantly.

Being away from the U.S. for that long and not being in regular communication with Bryce will kill me, but I really need the money.

“One more thing, Amanda. Dennis is a mature man.”

“How mature?” I ask, a little panicked.

“He’s seventy-five years old, but he doesn’t look a day over forty-nine. He’s charming and tonight he wants to talk about your arrangement.”

Arrangement? Where have I heard that word before?

“He’s seventy-five years old!” I nearly scream.

“Calm down. I spent a few hours with him because he’s a new client and he was referred to us by other one of our elite clients. Meet him, Amanda, before judging his age. I’m convinced you’ll love this arrangement.”