The Billionaire From Chicago_A BWWM Billionaire Romance

by Simply BWWM

  She finally let him go and he gave her a serious look. “You’re going to make me hard again doing that,” he warned her with a half-smile.

  She raised one eyebrow and leaned over to kiss him again as she reached her hand down between his legs and closed her fingers around him, rubbing him gently. “No…” she whispered softly against his lips, “I’m going to make you hard doing this, and then I’m going to make love with you again.”

  He sighed wearily and glanced up at the ceiling, feigning exhaustion. “Again?”

  She laughed and kissed him sensually as he grew hard in her hand. “All day long,” she answered him, moving herself on top of him and spreading her legs as she straddled him and slid him slowly into her. He gasped and his hands clung tightly to her hips as she began to move them slowly over him, and they made love again for a long while, slow and sweet, drawing it out as long as they could before they surrendered to their orgasms and fell asleep again in each other’s arms.

  They awoke again late in the morning and Connor reached for the phone and called the front desk. “I just wanted to check to see what the weather is doing and if the roads are open now.” There was a long pause while the desk clerk answered him and Catalina looked at him in silent hope. She wanted nothing more than closed roads. She wanted their living dream to last longer. He finished the phone call, thanking the desk clerk, and then he hung up the phone.

  “All….day….long….” he answered her questioning eyes as he kissed her slowly and tenderly. “You are mine.” He grinned and rolled over on top of her as she giggled at him.

  They were snowed in at the hotel in Springfield for two days, and aside from taking small breaks for showers and room service, Connor and Catalina found nothing but happiness, bliss and unequaled passion in each other’s arms as they loved one another again and again until the roads were finally opened and the dream came to an end.

  They packed their bags quietly and neither one of them wanted to speak as they checked out of the hotel and loaded the car, preparing to drive back home. They held on to each other and stretched out every moment of happiness together that they could before they climbed into the car and headed down the snowy highway away from Springfield.

  Catalina looked miserably out of the window. “This has been the best time of my life,” she said softly. “I don’t want it to end.” She turned to look at him.

  He shook his head seriously. “Neither do I, but you know when we get back to campus that we can’t continue to do this. No one can find out about us, for so many reasons. This incredible love that we have shared has to stay back in Springfield and in our dreams and thoughts. When we get back to campus, you have to be my student and I have to be your teacher, and the two of us can never meet in the middle.”

  She wiped a few tears that had escaped her eyes and looked out of her window again. “I’d give anything to make that different.”

  He sighed deeply and nodded. “Me too, but we are driving back to the real world, and there is no way around that.”

  Catalina sighed. “I knew that it would be just a one-time affair; it was the way the circumstances played out, and all along I knew that we could only have each other while we were there, but still,” she said, looking over at him and taking his hand in hers, “I would rather have that time with you than nothing at all.” She gave him a weak smile and he shared his with her as well.

  They were quiet most of the way home, holding hands and kissing each other’s fingers, sharing secret kisses along the road and even stopping once beneath a bridge to make love once more in the car before they got back to the campus. It was decadent and dangerous, and it turned them both on enormously, as did the knowledge that it would be the last time they were together.

  Their orgasms shook them to their cores and they held tightly to each other as their love season ended, and then they redressed and drove back out onto the road; her with tears at the edge of her eyelashes, and him with a miserable and dejected frown.

  Later that afternoon, they pulled into the campus parking lot and hugged each other goodbye, but nothing more than that, as they didn’t want to be seen sharing any kind of overt affection. She held his eyes with hers for a long sad moment before she climbed into her car and he waved as she drove off.

  Connor walked to his office to drop off some of the files he had taken and created while he was in Springfield. Just as he unlocked his office door and walked in, a woman came striding down the hallway toward him, smiling and waving, and he groaned inwardly, wishing desperately that she hadn’t seen him and more than that, that he hadn’t seen her so he could have locked himself in his office.

  He watched her for an instant as she approached him. She was a few inches taller than him and about a decade older. She had long silvery white hair that had been blonde in high school but had given way to age before she was out of college. She wore it pulled up in a French twist at the back of her head.

  In her ears there were diamond earrings, on her wrist was a gold and diamond watch, and around her neck was a golden necklace with a diamond pendant attached to it. Her designer shoes made a staccato sound as she sauntered down the hallway toward him, her pale skin looking almost sallow, and her bright red lips standing out so much that she could have been identified at a distance just from the color on them.

  She was dressed in a tight black suit skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse underneath, which was unbuttoned to the center of where her cleavage should have been, if she’d had any at all. She was tough as nails and strong as steel, and she was Dean Hargrove’s niece.

  “Connor! I’m so glad that you’re back. I’ve missed you, darling. How are you doing?” she cooed to him as she approached him and gave him her most seductive smile. He sighed heavily and nodded at her, waiting to enter his office until she reached him.

  She walked right up to him and leaned over, kissing him full on the mouth and running her perfectly manicured nail over his beard teasingly. “You look good like this. Very rugged and sexy; I like it.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth before turning and going into his office.

  Connor had made the fatal mistake of dating her a few times, though they had never slept together. She had it in her head that he was hers and she was going to have all of him and then some, someday, and someday could not come soon enough for her.

  “Please, come in.” he said in a droll tone, hoping she would catch his sarcasm, and knowing that she wouldn’t.

  He walked over to the front of his desk with his back to her, putting his files down on the desktop. She walked up behind him and leaned her head over his shoulder, speaking into his ear as her hands slid around his hips and she reached for his groin over the top of his jeans, rubbing at it firmly.

  Connor jumped as she began to suck on his earlobe and he turned around to face her, looking stern as he met her cold dark-eyed gaze. Her eyes might have been dark brown if a very bright light was shined into them, but for all he had ever seen, they were pure black, and he could never see into them, never see any depth, all he ever saw was his own reflection and it unnerved him terribly.

  “Listen, Deborah,” he started with an uneasy voice, “I know we’ve talked about this before, and I don’t want to sound like I’m harping or anything, but we agreed that we aren’t seeing each other, that we are not a couple, and that it’s not a good idea if we have any kind of romantic interaction with each other. Remember that?” he prompted her, his jade green eyes steady on her.

  She laughed a little and leaned against his frame as she nuzzled her lips against his cheek. “Oh now, Connor, I think it would be a very good idea if we had several romantic interactions with each other, don’t you?” she asked in a teasing voice as she slid her hand over his crotch again.

  He grabbed at her hand and pushed it away from himself gently. “No, Deborah. We said we were done seeing each other. That was it. No more romance after that. I remember that quite clearly.”

  She leaned back and cocke
d a penciled eyebrow at him. “You do? Well, perhaps you remember making out with me on that sofa there behind me after we agreed no more romance?”

  He sighed heavily and crossed his arms over his chest. “We made out there for a few minutes because you came in here all hot and bothered just like you are right now, and you tried to seduce me, and I said no thank you, just like I’m doing now, and we agreed that there would be no more romance between us. It was very cut and dried, if you recall.”

  She laughed low and leaned back up against him, her face near his as she whispered, “Well, it’s pretty wet right now, and it’s all yours, baby. Let’s have a good time.”

  Connor placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and gave her a light push, just far enough that he could leave his position between her and the desk, and he walked away from her, going to sit behind his desk.

  She pouted and sat down on his desktop, leaning over toward him again in a seductive way. “Oh, come on now, don’t you want some more of this? You’ve never had all of it before…” she teased. “You don’t know yet what you’re missing. I’m the best you’re ever going to get, baby.”

  He sighed and shook his head. “Deborah, please, we’re done. We really are. I’m not interested in trying things with you again.”

  She gave him a dark look then and sat up straight on his desk. “Why not? Is there another woman?” she demanded of him.

  He tried to keep his thoughts from her, but Catalina’s sweet dimpled smile, warm soft kisses, and hot delicious body came rushing into his thoughts and he had to look down at the top of his desk so that he didn’t give himself away.

  “No, there’s no one, Deborah,” he said quietly, wishing that there was some way he could get Catalina out of his mind so that thoughts of her wouldn’t drive him crazy with desire when he couldn’t have her.

  Deborah sauntered slowly around his desk, reached for his chair and turned it toward her, and then lowered herself to a kneeling position in front of him. She placed her hands on his thighs with her fingers spread far open as if she was clutching him.

  “Do you have any idea how much I want you, Connor James? I would do anything you asked; I’d do anything that you wanted me to, any way you wanted it. I would change your whole world, baby. No one wants you like I do, and no one will please you in every possible way like I can,” she promised him with a confident smile as she gave him a sultry look.

  He gazed down at her there, her face nearer to his crotch than it ever had been. He thought of Catalina and how much he wanted her, and he wondered again how he was going to keep her from his thoughts; how he could possibly find enough things to distract him so much that he had no time to long for her and pine for her. As Deborah smiled at him and ran her wide open fingers further and further up his thighs, closing in on his groin, he considered what Deborah had said.

  He wasn’t in the market for a lover, but if he was going to have any chance at all of keeping Catalina off his mind and keeping himself out of trouble, he was going to have to keep up appearances with some woman or other, so it would appear that he was in a relationship, and he was going to have be distracted enough that Catalina couldn’t get into his mind.

  Connor sighed. Deborah Hargrove’s pushy offer was sounding a bit better to him. She smiled up at him and raised herself up slightly, running her hands over his belly and chest until she slid them behind his neck.

  “Come on, baby. Give us another chance. We were good once. We could be good again, and you still don’t know the epic pleasures you’ll find in my bed, so come on. Give me a chance to show you again. Let’s give it another try, please baby?” she batted her dark eyes at him and he leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling. It needed paint. He made a mental note of it.

  “Alright, we’ll give it another shot, but I’m not interested in getting into bed with you right away. Let’s keep things simple to begin with, please?” he asked seriously.

  She nodded and rose up, trailing her manicured nails along his jaw line. “Whatever you say, honey. Just as long as you are mine.” His stomach turned at the thought and before he had a chance to change his mind, she walked to the door and looked back over her shoulder at him.

  “Come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night. Seven o’clock. I’ll have something really… hot… cooking for you when you get there.” She winked at him and walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

  He lowered his head down into his hands and rested himself on his desk. He didn’t know how in the world he had let her talk him into dating her again. She was the last woman in the world that he wanted, and he had a suspicion that she would be no substitute at all for the woman he wanted most in the world.

  ***

  The next night, when he went to dinner at Deborah’s, she answered the door in a dress that might have been a sheer nightgown, or might have been a sheer dress, but it left very little to his imagination and he knew before he stepped into the house that it was entirely possible that he had bitten off more than he could chew.

  He followed her to the dining room and they sat together at the table. He gave her a bottle of wine to thank her for dinner and she smiled and went to the kitchen to open it. Connor looked around her home and easily saw her family’s wealth in every corner of it. There was no question that they all had money, but he knew for certain that Deborah Hargrove had gotten her job at the college simply because her uncle was the dean there, and Dean Hargrove was not a man to cross.

  Deborah returned with the opened bottle of wine and poured it for them both. “Here we go.” She picked up her glass to toast him. “To all the sweet days and hot nights to come,” she said pointedly, and he touched his glass to hers and willed himself not be sick on her dining room table.

  They ate a three course meal and she offered him dessert, but he turned it down. Connor talked with her briefly about some staffing changes that the college had recently seen, and then he stood up to bid her a good night.

  She frowned at him and her worn face grew stoic as her eyes narrowed at him. She stood up to face him and lifted her chin slightly, reached her hand toward the front of his jeans, pulling him by the waist toward her.

  “Darling, you just got here. How can you even think of leaving so soon?” she tilted her head and asked him as if it was a rhetorical question. He knew as he looked at her that he had made a monumental mistake. He knew he should never have agreed to date her, because he realized that he was using her to displace his need for Catalina, and there was no way that she was ever going to be able to do that successfully; he had less than no attraction toward her, and there was nothing that was going to change that.

  If anything, she made him want Catalina more, not less. He reached his hand to hers at his waist and pulled her hand from the grasp she had on the front of his jeans.

  “Deborah, I’m sorry but I think I made a mistake. I don’t really think that we should get back together. We’re not a good couple. We’re far too different, and we want different things…” he began, knowing that what he really wanted deep down, more than anything, was a dark woman with blue gray eyes and a dimple that appeared when she smiled.

  The woman standing before him looking at him in frustration was never going to come close to Catalina. He had been kidding himself when he let himself believe that there could ever be a chance that Deborah could distract him from what he really wanted. What he needed with Catalina.

  She narrowed her eyes at him and her voice grew deep. “You are not breaking up with me, do you understand? You are not going to play games with me, young man. I want you, and I always get what I want.” She started toward him, but he backed away and turned toward the hallway where the front door was.

  “Well, it doesn’t seem like you will this time, Deborah, because it takes two to tango, and I’m leaving the dance.” He turned and walked away from her and he heard her grow angry behind him, but he wasn’t about to stop and give her a chance to catch up with him and try to change his mind.

  He
walked right out of her door and heard her shriek as he closed it behind him. He sighed and felt a little guilty for a minute, but then he got into his car and drove home, thinking all the way of the perfect few days that he had shared himself and his love with a woman he would only be dreaming of for the rest of his life.

  Chapter5

  Catalina went home the day that they got back from Springfield and the first thing she did was go to sleep. Partly because she was exhausted from the trip, and partly because she didn’t want to be awake in a world where she wouldn’t be able to be with Connor James.

  She woke up the next morning and knew that she had to get to class. She feigned her way through most of the morning as she tried to get herself back into her regular routine, though she had no real interest in it. She had texted Reggie when she’d woken up that morning and he had pleaded with her to meet him in their spot, so during her midday break, she went to the bench beneath the old oak, and she waited for him to show up.