Page 18 of Billionaire Hunt

“I’m honest,” he said with a sexy smile that I couldn’t help returning.

He got up and walked near me, coming to stop just in front of me. I held my ground, not stepping back. “I like women. Is that a crime?”

“No…but you could be a little bit more selective...Like, I don’t know...have a certain type like most men.”

“I’m not most men and why should I restrict myself?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a little restriction...you have to set boundaries...”

“Boundaries?” he asked, taking one of my hands in his and pulling me close to him. My body moved toward his on its own accord, enjoying his nearness. His hips pressed against mine and I could plainly feel his sex hard against my thigh.

“Yes, boundaries,” I managed to say as my heart raced and my brain ran through a million and one scenarios.

“What are your boundaries now, Misha?”

My mind and body were waging an internal war. Tell him to get lost. Tell him that you’re not interested. He’s a flirt. A womanizer. A man whore at best...and he was exactly the opposite of my ex. He was everything I needed. At least, at that moment.

He ran his hands up my bare arms bringing me closer as he did. “What are your boundaries?” He repeated softly, bringing his lips down on mine to place a few soft kisses there. They were short, fleeting. And then he made his way to my neck kissing me there, not letting up as he trailed kisses across my collarbone up to just behind my ears. Just behind my ear was my most sensitive spot.

Wyatt hadn’t kissed me there in years. Our sex life had become almost robotic. And I didn’t know which one of us had been to blame. I liked sex. A lot. And we had had sex often, but it hadn’t really been intimate in years. It had just fulfilled a need that both of us had.

I still had those needs and now Erik was going to meet them...at least for now. He led me into the pool house and shut and locked the door.

“Is Simon gone?” I managed to ask before moaning in pleasure as Erik kissed me again on the lips, this time long and hard.

My nipples hardened too as his hands began to play with my breasts, caressing my nipples until a dull ache began to form between my legs. I shifted a little, as I felt my panties getting wet.

“Simon should be long gone,” he said, not bothering to stop his fingers from doing very naughty things to my breasts. He began to unbutton my dress shirt. I had decided to look as professional as possible and still I was being seduced.

Who was I kidding? This was going to happen sooner or later. I was going to be another notch on Erik’s bedpost and he was going to be my rebound guy. And I wasn’t going to regret it. I deserved a one-night stand. And something about Erik made me sure that his sexual confidence wasn’t just an act.

He flung my shirt across the room and quickly rid me of my bra.

He stopped just for a moment to stare at my breasts as he unzipped his pants.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a perfect pair of boobs.”

I laughed then, breaking the sexual tension for a moment. I should have expected Erik to be a playful lover.

He shoved his pants down his legs and stepped out of them and I quickly did the same with my dress pants until we faced each other, me wearing nothing but a thong and him wearing boxer briefs that made me want to rip them off of him and have him take me hard from behind. He was sexy...David Beckham or Mark Wahlberg sexy. His abs were perfectly chiseled and hard. His legs were muscular and his thighs so thick, I felt they could crush me between them. And his arms and chest were taut with muscle.

I wanted him bad. I stepped out of my thong and he did the same with his boxers. His cock wasn’t just long, it was also thick. He was significantly bigger than my ex and I wondered if I would be able to comfortably fit him all in.

I didn't get a chance to focus much more on that worry as he pulled me toward him and with a giggle we toppled together onto the couch. I was on top of him and asked him matter-of-factly if he had a condom.

“Yeah,” he said in a sexual haze as he reached for his pants that were just almost of out of his reach. He snatched at his pants, found the condom and I did the honors, sliding the condom over his sex, slowly, gripping his penis hard as I stroked the condom over it. I squeezed the tip of his dick and he moaned, slapping me on my butt.

“How do you want it?”

“I don’t care. I just want you inside me.”

“Damn, you’re sexy,” was all he said as he brought me underneath him. He parted my thighs with his own and slid into me in one simple motion.

I grunted as his thick sex pushed into me and I struggled to accommodate his length and size.

He began to pump in and out of me and I struggled to get comfortable. He pushed too far in and I gasped in pain.

“You want me to slow down?” he asked.