The Power Billionaire: The Complete Series (BBW Erotic Romance Trilogy) (7 page)

“Sure. You know who else approaches strangers in bars like this to make conversation?”

“No, who?”

“Escorts.”

I was so stunned by his reply that I straightened up and turned sideways to face him. “Excuse me? Did you just accuse me of being a prostitute?”

“I didn’t accuse you of anything. I’m just stating a fact. It ain’t my problem if you’re feeling threatened.”

“I just came here to have a good time and you being rude is really ruining it, James.”

I turned further so I could get up from the stool but he put a hand on my forearm, stopping me cold.

“Wait, I apologize.”

“You’re sorry you called me a whore?”

“I apologize you won’t be finishing your drink. The last sip of a pink daiquiri is always the best.”

He accompanied the statement with a disarming smile. He was so handsome even though he was virtually mocking me. The Hawaiian shirt he was wearing had trouble hiding his muscles and the buttons were straining against his chest. He was definitely the bad boy I never would’ve expected to talk to me back in high school.

“Fine but I’m not forgiving you. You’re on probation.”

“Now you’re talking my language.”

We drank some more and I wondered if I should’ve walked away. Was it suspicious that I stayed here even though he’d accused me of being a prostitute? Wouldn’t someone with no agenda just stomp away? In the end I decided they wouldn’t. Evartt had that look in his eyes, that predatory glare which was impossible to resist. He reminded me of Grayson but in a much more feral manner.

“So,” he continued. “What did your boyfriend said to convince you to interrogate me?”

Oh shit!

“Uh, I… You’re imagining things.”

“Am I? I don’t believe in coincidences. I think Mr. Moneybags sent you over to find out more about me.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I spat as I shook my head.

“The question I’m asking myself is, what kind of a sick bastard sends his woman into the lion’s den?” He leaned toward me. “What kind of instructions did he give you? Did he ask you to seduce me?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You know I’m trained to find out when people are lying to me. You don’t find me disgusting at all. Your nostrils are flaring, you’re blinking faster, your pupils are dilated. You’re getting aroused, sweetheart.”

How could he know these things? I was doing my best to think about innocuous things like badminton and unicorns. I was trying hard to deny that he was one of the most dangerous-looking men I’d ever met.

How could he know that heat was spreading between my legs?

“You... You don’t know anything about me, James.”

“I know you want me, Merrin. And you know what else?” He brought his face an inch away from my ear. “Even though I could lose my job over this, I want you too.”

I stopped breathing. Could I really go through with this? Would it help Grayson in the long-run?

Chapter 4

I was breathing quickly when we entered his room. He flipped on the light and I was surprised at how tidy everything was. There were no clothes strewn about, no newspapers or candy wrappers littering the floor. I stood straight and wiped my moist hands on my hips while he locked the door.

This is it. I’m really doing this
.

Without warning, his hand was on my shoulder. He brushed his fingers down on my bare skin and it sent shivers up and down my spine. Before I could decide what to do, I felt his breath on my neck. He lowered his head and kissed my shoulder before moving closer, nuzzling my neck.

“Oh God…”

He continued to kiss my soft flesh and made his way up to my ear which he started nibbling on. He blew warm air into it and it made my eyes roll back. I nearly lost my balance. At the same time, he caressed me with both hands, running his fingers up and down my arms and over my stomach.

This last part brought me back to reality. I wasn’t a big fan of men touching me there as it only reminded me how I utterly differed from the girls in magazines. I spun on my heels and faced him. He grinned lazily, making me think of a cowboy.

“Come here, gorgeous.”

He pulled me to him and planted his mouth on mine. His lips parted and he kissed me hungrily. His tongue was eager, unrelentingly probing my mouth until I had no choice but to return the favor. His kiss was demanding and I gave myself to it. I felt serenity wash over me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer.

His hands were all over me and before long I was grinding against him. I cursed my dress which was too tight to spread my legs like I wanted to. I forgot about trying to make him talk. I was the one who actually wanted to bring things to the next level. I had a need, a pressing need!

At last, we pulled apart to catch our breath. He looked at me, his eyes smoldering. It lips were slightly opened and he covertly licked them. It made my heart melt. He came to me again and I was getting ready for another make out session when he changed course. He nuzzled my neck again but this time it wasn’t the main attraction. No, what he was actually focusing on was unzipping my dress.

This was real, there was no backing down now. He brought the zipper all the way down and then didn’t waste a moment peeling my dress away from me. I was nervous, and wished the room was darker. Sadly, the bedside lamp was powerful and only offered mediocre shadows. He pushed the straps off my shoulders and let the dress pool around my ankles.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“You don’t need to lie. I’m already in your room.”

“You’re right, you’re not beautiful. You’re stunning.”

At least I wasn’t actually naked. I was wearing a pink teddy with built-in cups which gave me the mother of all cleavages. It also worked well to hide my tummy. Then I remembered I was still wearing my pumps. Men usually reacted favorably to a half-naked woman in high heels.

He continued to stare at me and as he did so he unbuttoned his shirt. It was now my turn to lick my lips as I glimpsed his muscular body. Sure enough, when he tossed the shirt away, my mind was blown. His chest was made to study anatomy. I could see every muscle as it caught the light. His washboard abs alone would make nuns drool.

He came to me and his hands took me by surprise. I thought he was going to massage my full breasts but instead he pulled them out of the cups. They hung out pendulously, boldly on display. He ran his thumbs over the areolas until my nipple hardened. Then, he took a step back as if he wanted to admire his handiwork.

“It ain’t the only thing that’s getting stiff.”

“I bet.”

His crude language didn’t offend me. I was far too involved for that.

“I want you to get on your knees and make your way over to me.”

“Oh, okay,” I said as I walked forward.

“No, stop. I said get on your knees and then come to me. I wanna see you crawl.”

Puzzled at his request, I fell to my knees. I was actually relieved to get off my feet. For all their prettiness, these shoes were hell to wear. I waddled as best as I could until I got to him.

“Now touch it. See how you’ve made it.”

I put both hands on his knees and slowly slid up toward his groin. I felt a bulge way sooner than I would’ve thought. The idea of touching it, of eventually seeing it, made heat flare between my legs. I could scarcely believe how my body reacted. This wasn’t me, I was supposed to be a good girl.

It was my turn to lick my lips as I made contact with the lump between his legs. I didn’t realize I’d stopped breathing until I ran out of air. I almost panted as I traced his sizable hardness with my fingers.

“Get it out.”

He removed his gun and holster from his belt and put it on the dresser next to us. He was all about big guns, I saw. I undid his pants and let them drop. He was wearing briefs which made his erection even more prominent. I touched it again and felt it throb through the thin cotton. He exhaled audibly under my fingers.

“Release it. I want you to take it into your mouth.”

I looked up at him quickly. This wasn’t something I usually liked. Even Grayson never submitted me to this. Trying to hide my hesitancy, I pushed his underwear down. His shaft sprung up, making me think of a Jack-in-the-Box. It was shorter than I would’ve imagined but much, much thicker.

“In your mouth, I said.”

Steeling my resolve, I took him in my hand and brought my head closer. His flesh was scorching. I felt his heart beat just by holding his length. It was beating fast. I tentatively licked the tip before taking the head between my lips. It wasn’t bad. In fact, I was warming up to the idea. My body was definitely warming up.

“Take it, all of it.”

I started to comply but I guess I wasn’t going fast enough for him. He placed a hand behind my head and pushed me down. I almost gagged but his dominance was arousing. I never thought about resisting. There was also the fact that he felt good inside my mouth. His rod was pulsating in tandem with my movements.

“Yeah, pretend you’re a good little whore. Take me deep.”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and made me bob on him. I let my hands wander along his strong thighs, to his firm buttocks which I squeezed lightly. He didn’t stop me so I did it again. All the while, I let him guide my movements. I used my tongue to give him extra pressure. He groaned in response so I knew I was doing something right.

All of a sudden, he yanked my head off him. He grabbed his shaft and slapped my face noisily with it. It was odd but strangely arousing. It was as if he was beating me into submission. And yet, it made me want to please him more. Me, Merrin Rexford who never was into oral sex, I was beginning to crave it.

I craned my neck to take him between my lips again but he backed away. I found myself pouting like a child who had just been denied a second lollipop.

“Now we see if acting like a whore is as exciting for you.”

He pulled me to my feet and I took the opportunity to slip out of my shoes. He led me to the bed and pushed me down on it. The fact that the covers weren’t turned down was a bit odd, like we were doing something illicit. He directed me to the middle of the mattress and got between my legs.

“You’re overdressed.”

With that, he grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them off. Technically, my teddy covered most of my body save for my breasts – it even hung low enough to hide my womanhood – but I felt naked. I felt completely exposed. I pressed my legs together but he shook his head.

“Don’t play coy with me now.”

Grabbing my ankles, he forced my legs open. His eyes were riveted to my apex. He was smiling faintly.

“Is it as wet as it seems?”

Before I could answer, his hand was on me. He started by caressing the inside of my wide thighs, stroking the creamy flesh. He slowly made his way up and within seconds his fingers were on me. He delved between my folds and I had no choice but to purr.

“Oh yes, you are positively drenched. Was it taking me in your mouth or the fact that I was pushing down on your head? Or maybe you like looking at my body, uh? Some women can’t get enough of it.”

He might have something there
, I thought. He was starting to sweat from our activities and it made him look like some wrestler from ancient Greece, all shiny and oozing sex appeal.

He lied down prone between my legs and I readily felt his breath over my damp quim. He flipped up the hem of my teddy which made my anxiety return. I sucked in my tummy in response. If he saw anything, if he didn’t like what he witnessed, he didn’t say a word. Instead, he brought his face lower still and made contact with me.

“Aaarrggh…”

His tongue lashes grew in speed and intensity. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build up in my abdomen. I was fluttering all over, lost to his assault. I wasn’t quite there yet but the sensation was incredible.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Deeper.”

He laved me with great care, using his entire mouth on my lush mound to stimulate every nerve ending. I was soaked from excitement and when I couldn’t take it anymore it was my turn to put a hand behind his head and force him to finish me off.

He pushed my hand away and lifted his head. “You don’t mess with this, y’hear?”

“But I’m so close.”

I unconsciously gyrated my hips to make him see how much I needed this. No dice, he continued to stare at me.

“If you don’t behave I’ll be forced to tie you up. Don’t make me do this, you slut.”

His language shocked me and I nodded. He kept his eyes on me for a few more seconds and then dipped his head. He munched on me as if he was ravenous and I arched my back.

“Feels so good, James...”

Whenever I was close, he backed off and concentrated on a different part of my channel. One minute he had his fingers in me and the next he was kissing the inside of my thighs. It was as if he knew exactly how I felt and wanted to make me agonize.

“Please, just a little more!”

And then he entirely stopped. He got on his knees and I looked at him. My eyes fell to his midsection. He was harder than ever, standing at attention and ready for the main event.
Good
, I thought. I was ready too. I was desperate for him.

“You want this, uh? You want it?”

I nodded much more heartily than intended. “Yes, please.”

“Okay, but you’ll get it under my terms. I want you from behind.”

I was secretly glad. I recalled all the times Grayson had taken me in this fashion. It never failed to be amazing. I quickly rose and got onto my hands and knees.

“I didn’t say that’s how I wanted you.”

“But…”

Before I could protest further, he pushed me so I was flat on my stomach. This was new to me. I wasn’t sure I liked this, it felt like I had much less mobility, like I was much less in control.

“And I don’t want you to move, Merrin.”

“I won’t.”

“How can I be so sure you won’t?”

I felt pressure around me, physical pressure. He was straddling my hips.

“I… I promise.”

He laughed. He stretched to the nightstand and I heard something getting dragged along the wood. Almost simultaneously, he lugged both my hands up in front of me, all the way to the headboard which was actually made of old timey metal posts.