Page 27 of Billionaire Hunt

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He took my hand and pulled me toward him. He surprised me then by picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Our lips stayed locked together as we stumbled toward his luxurious bedroom. Minutes later we fell back to the bed breathing heavily. Our encounter had been quick, yet satisfying.

“Owww...” I groaned, rubbing at my thigh.

“What’s wrong?” Erik asked, lifting up on his elbow.

“Too much activity...and awkward angles. I didn’t know I had to be a gymnast or body contortionist to be able to sleep with you.”

“Body contortionists are sexy.”

“Maybe you should date one of them instead.”

“So is that what we’re doing? Dating?”

“That’s not what I would call it.”

“Friends with benefits then?”

“Exactly.”

He received a call then and he kissed me soundly on the lips before answering. “I have to take this. But I like the friends with benefits idea, because I don’t do relationships.”

“I wouldn’t be interested in one even if you were offering.”

“Finally, a woman who won’t stalk me.”

“That’s 100 percent guaranteed.”

He walked away to talk on his phone. A few seconds later, I could hear him speaking. He sounded angry, I thought to myself as he raised his voice. When he came back, he didn’t say a word to me. He just poured himself a shot and then slammed it back.

“Everything okay?” In the short time that I’d known Erik, I’d never seen him visibly upset.

“No.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Nope.” He took another drink and sat down heavily on the couch. I came over and sat next to him, folding my legs under me.

“I’m just going to stare at you awkwardly until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ll be staring for years then,” he said, rubbing his face forlornly.

“Come on, Erik. It can’t be that bad.”

He shook his head. “Let’s not talk about this. It’s boring. Come here.”

He picked me up and brought me into his arms. I settled into them, enjoying the feel of him holding me. He wasted no time as he stuck his hand under the night shirt that he had graciously given me, fondling my breasts with his large warm hands.

He then began to kiss my neck, pulling my shirt up and off me as he did. He let it hit the floor and rolled on top of me and raised my hands up, pinning my hands in place as he traced kisses down my sternum, stopping to suck my nipples. He kept going lower, placing kisses across my belly, licking my belly button and making me giggle.

But as his mouth went lower, I sucked in a breath in anticipation. The playfulness was gone; it was go time. He slowly parted my folds and began licking me up and down, penetrating and tasting me with his tongue. I stirred my hips against his mouth and began to moan. He released my hands and I used them to grip his head, holding his head there between my legs, not wanting his mouth to stop the exquisite pleasure it was giving.

He began to finger me then, pushing one finger and then two deep inside me. My legs began to shake and I wrapped them around his back. I came then, hard, shaking as I bucked against him. He gave my clit one last lick and sat up.

He looked for a condom and, frustrated, found one. He quickly put it on and brought my legs around his hips. He entered me easily. I held on to the couch as I rode him. He spread my thighs further apart and pushed into me.

I groaned as his thick, hard heat filled me.