Dirty Billions: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance: (A Chicago Suits Second Chance Romance)

by Sowood, Simone

Beside me, he brushed the back of his hand down my cheek, my neck, down to my breasts. He flipped his hand over and brushed his fingertips around my nipples until they poked into him. I flared my ribcage, trying to gain more from him. With more pressure, his hand moved down over my belly.

  When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he slipped a finger of each hand between it and my skin. His fingers moved around until they were at the zipper under my backside. With ease, he lifted my hips and unzipped my skirt. He stood at the end of the bed where my legs were still dangling off, and pulled off my skirt and panties.

  His eyes moved from my exposed pussy, up my front and to my eyes, locking them with mine.

  “I want to make you scream, Beautiful.”

  My insides prickled. His voice, smooth as always, electrified me. Especially when he called me that. In my position, I was powerless to do anything but wait. It seemed I was always waiting for him. For his text, his presence, his cock. His explanation. But my god was he worth the wait.

  He knelt on the floor between my legs, and a hand on the inside of each of my thighs. I relaxed back into the bed and closed my eyes. His tongue slid up and down my wet slit, darting into my hole at one end and pressing on my clit at the other.

  Jay kissed around my mound and nibbled my thighs. My pussy wanted him back, but he kept at my thighs. I tilted my pelvis and moaned loudly, urging him back to my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Harder and stronger he sucked until I thought he might detach it from my body and swallow it.

  I screamed at the joy ripping through my body. As I screamed, he pushed his fingers into my hole and pressed against my front wall. I climaxed at the touch, but he didn’t stop. And neither did my orgasm.

  Somehow he was maintaining it, keeping me high. My heart pounding and my breathing shallow, I screamed more. And more. So loud, the people in the next room would hear it. Hell, half the city probably heard it. I didn’t care. I had never, ever, ever experienced this before.

  * * *

  His fingers kept at me, pushing and stimulating my front wall. I could feel a welling in my belly, something building more even as I was plateauing in orgasm. Then I burst. All over him, over his face. I flooded him with more ecstasy than I had ever known.

  Jay released me as my entire body quivered and shook. The orgasm finally subsided, and I opened my eyes. Jay was once again standing and reached for my hands. He pulled me to my feet, my legs wobbling and my mind in an endorphin induced daze.

  Our mouths connected, him digging into me with pleasure, me reacting. He slid my shirt off and undid my bra, letting them both drop to the floor at our feet. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. I pressed into him, relishing the full contact of his skin against mine. He backed me up against the window, the glass cool on my skin.

  His mouth moved from mine to my neck to my shoulders. He gripped my shoulders and spun me around until I was facing the city. The contact with the cold glass made my nipples tingle and contract. He pushed me further into the window, my tits smushed between it and my ribs. My face turned sideways, my cheek pressed into the glass.

  His hard cock poked into me and shuffled my legs apart. His fingers spread my lips. I swallowed as he placed his tip at my entrance and gasped when he rammed it into me.

  “I want everyone to see how beautiful the woman I’m fucking is.”

  Fuck, we were only on the third floor with the blinding lights on. People could see us. See me.

  “We can’t. They can see us.”

  “That’s the point.” He thrust into me, my wet pussy awake again wanting more. I gasped. I was on display. Anyone who looked up would see me. The thought made my heart pound, made my head want to run away and hide. But more than anything, it made my pussy gush.

  I couldn’t move if I wanted to anyway, Jay had me pinned. He rolled his hips into me, his cock seeming to move deeper each time. Reaching and filling parts of me I never knew existed. I built and built and sensed I was about to tip once more.

  My eyes shifted from Jay to the city. I noticed a small group of people looking up. Pointing straight at me. Instead of the horror, it sent me slamming down onto his cock, riding it. Digging it deeper into me. And I burst. A loud noise flew from my throat, a mix of a scream and a high-pitched moan.

  Jay gripped my ribcage and pushed deep into me. His own groan escaped him as he filled me with his cum.

  Suddenly self-conscious, I pushed away from the window and he let me move. We both laid on the bed, recovering. My body was quivering so much I wondered if I’d ever be able to walk again.

  I snuggled tight against Jay, and he rolled onto his side to spoon me. I clasped his hand in mine, thinking I could do this forever. Stay in this hotel room with him, cuddling and fucking and talking. There was nothing more life could give me. The emotions that flooded me whenever I was with this man were all consuming. It was nothing I’d ever experienced and I didn’t want to let it end.

  He pulled the duvet over us and tenderly kissed the back of my neck.

  “I’m going to keep you in this bed all weekend,” he said.

  “Fine by me,” I said, my heart swelling.

  I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, content that everything was right in the world. My life has never been this good. My career was finally going somewhere, my money problems were gone, and I had the best boyfriend imaginable.

  Chapter 34

  The ringing of my phone woke me. I didn’t even open my eyes, it would go to voicemail. Except it rang again. And again. Jay was still asleep, his arm around me, so I slipped out of bed being careful not to wake him.

  I picked up my phone. It was Jenny. Shit. I’d forgotten to text. She must be worried sick. I rushed into the bathroom and closed the door.

  “Hi,” I said.

  “You’re okay?” Her voice was frantic, and guilt filled me.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t text. We got, distracted.”

  “What did he say was going on with Calvin?”

  “He didn’t know anything about Calvin. But he told me everything.”

  “What?”

  “Well, he's rich. Really rich, which explains the three grand he spent on a corset. He didn’t tell me because he wanted to make sure I was interested in him and not his money.” My voice rushed the words, but I kept it low to avoid waking Jay.

  “Get out.”

  “Yes! And it makes sense.” As I said the words, another thought hit me, but I knew better than to bring it up with Jenny.

  “Oh Sweetie, I’m so happy for you. Calvin must just have been talking drunk shit.”

  “I think so. I have to go, night.”

  I hung up and crawled back into bed, taking my place beside Jay and pulling his arm around me. My mind churned but his closeness comforted me. Still, my whirring mind kept me from falling back asleep and my restlessness woke him.

  * * *

  “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you asleep?”

  “Nothing.”

  He nudged me and said, “Tell me, I don’t want you to keep any secrets from me.”

  “So you’re rich,” I said, my voice hesitant.

  “Afraid so.”

  “But there’s nothing else?”

  “Afraid not.”

  “But then why couldn’t I take your picture?”

  Jay inhaled. My eyes searched the darkness, waiting for his response.

  “I hate having my photo taken.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Yes, I always have. I’m camera shy. Or I guess insecure about my looks.”

  “There is no way you are insecure about your looks, have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

  “Yeah, but you know what it’s like, what I see and what you see are different things.” I thought only women were like that.

  “I don’t believe it, you are so incredible looking. You must have girls falling all over you.”

  “Yeah, but they just want my money, not me.”

  I bu
mped my butt into him, laughing. “I don’t think the money is what they’re after, they want a piece of your ass.”

  “Whatever. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we’re not going to leave this room, we’ll get room service and I’m going to fuck you the whole day long.” I laughed, but he quieted. I closed my eyes to sleep, thinking about all the things he would do to me in the morning.

  * * *

  A gentle rocking woke me. I was groggy and wasn't sure how long I’d been asleep but remembered having a sexy dream. Jay’s cock was inside of me, methodically moving in and out as he cupped my breast. The realization made me tingle and I let out a soft moan of approval.

  I twisted my head, aching for his lips. In one smooth action, he had slid out of me, rolled me onto my back and ended up on top of me. He leaned down and with a closed mouth kissed my lips. In my state somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness, the softness of his lips intoxicated me and I floated into bliss.

  Jay slid into me without breaking our kiss. His slow movement kept me in my drugged state, my body responded with a strange mix of excitement and sedation. My hips soon fell into his rhythm, and my insides lazily built and climbed until I was coming. Mellow waves pulsed through my body. With a quiet grunt, he pushed into me, releasing his seed into me.

  I wanted him to lay on me, to sleep inside of me. To keep the connection between us. Never fully awake anyway, my eyes closed, and I began to drift back to sleep. He left me, and I was vaguely aware of him lying beside me before I fell into a deep slumber.

  * * *

  The sound of Jay’s voice woke me in the morning. I opened my eyes but couldn’t see him. He must be ordering room service for breakfast. Except he sounded angry. I reached for the remote and flicked the television on, searching for something that wasn’t the news or a cartoon.

  “Fine,” he said coming around the corner and putting his phone in his pocket.

  “I thought we weren’t getting dressed today.”

  He came along my side of the bed and kissed my forehead. I latched my arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. He tasted minty fresh and must have already showered.

  I wanted to drag him into bed with me and undress him. But he pulled back and stood looking down at me.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Something's come up and I can’t stay.”

  “Huh?”

  “I want to stay, trust me, it’s just business, I have to go.”

  “Oh. Okay.” I tried to suppress my disappointment, I guess people don’t get rich working nine to five. If business comes up on a weekend, he has to go.

  “I brought that disposable cellphone, I put it in your purse so you wouldn’t forget it this time.”

  “Does that mean you’re not coming back to the hotel?”

  “Yeah, but the bill’s settled, so take as long as you want here.” My heart sank.

  “Will I ever be able to have a normal relationship with you again?”

  “Yes. I promise. It should all be sorted out this week.”

  “Can you pass me my keys and wallet?” he said, gesturing to his bedside table.

  “Sure.” I wiggled my body over the bed and picked them up.

  Bentley key fob. Wow, he wasn’t kidding about being rich. I’d lifted his wallet halfway to Jay, when it occurred to me, his driver’s license photo. Those are the worst pictures anyone can take, if I made him see the beauty in it, he might understand how gorgeous he is. I snapped the wallet back to me and began to open it.

  “What are you doing?” he demanded, snatching the wallet from my hand.

  “I wanted to see your license photo,” I protested.

  “No. I’ll text you.”

  Dumbfounded, I watched as he turned and walked away. The hotel room door opened and clicked shut behind him. Though no one was there to see my protest, I flopped my body over, facing away from the direction of the entrance way and sulked.

  I couldn’t decide if his departure was a reflection of me or not. Why the sudden change in plans? And I couldn’t shake the warning bells over the whole non-contact, disposable phone thing. What did our relationship have to do with a business deal?

  The need to pee finally won out over my reluctance to leave my bed, and I left the comfort behind. Once up I wanted out of that room as fast as possible.

  I threw on my clothes from the night before, leaving my ripped bra where it had landed when Jay had taken it off me, and hurried home.

  Chapter 35

  The first thing I saw when I walked into my condo was the vase full of lily’s Jay had brought me. Petals had started to fall off onto the table underneath. They were getting past their prime and as much as I didn’t want to, I would have to throw them away. Dispose of them. One lily in the bunch hadn’t opened yet, and it struck me as being clamped shut to hide whatever it held inside.

  To get my mind off of Jay, I decided to do some work. It was the first time I had ever done any work outside of office hours, let alone at home on a Saturday, but I needed to get a head start on my new role. To impress Richard and make the department what I always thought it could be if Calvin hadn’t been in the way.

  But restructuring the entire reporting process wouldn't be an easy job, I just had to hope all the extra work will pay off and make a name for myself within the company. It was great having direct access to Richard without having to go through Calvin, but if I ever wanted to be promoted into Richard’s position I would need all the senior managers to know my name.

  I worked all the way till dinner, using my personal laptop to map out reporting information and lay out a timeline for the implementation of each report, since the work would have to be done in stages.

  My phone and the disposable sat on the table on either side of my computer but there hadn’t been any word from Jay. I tried not to let it distract me. But with each passing hour the weight in my stomach grew heavier.

  I hadn’t decided if I was mad at him or not. I was definitely annoyed at the way he had left this morning, without even a kiss goodbye. And I was disappointed he had to go at all, instead of spending the day with me like he’d promised. But then I thought a little further back, to last night and my insides swirled like a tornado of lust. How could I be angry at someone who had had that effect on me?

  He had made the Calvin attack in the bar shrink away to nothing, notable now only to highlight the way Jay made everything better.

  He said he loved me. Love. And I believed him. I think I felt the same about him.

  The wealth bombshell even seemed insignificant since his reason for not telling me made so much sense. Every once in a while I’d wonder what his house looks like. How he got his money.

  I tried googling Jay Mickle, but found a big fat nothing. No Facebook page. No twitter account. Though maybe rich people don’t go on those websites. I trolled through Google images, but found nothing. Maybe that’s the reason he doesn’t want his picture taken, to keep some anonymity.

  At six I pushed the work aside and made myself dinner. While I ate I flicked on another old romance movie. I could never get tired of watching them. I chose Some Like It Hot, to reflect my state of confusion.

  Halfway through the movie the intercom buzzed. My chest fluttered, maybe it was Jay. Not bothering to pause the movie, I skipped over to it.

  * * *

  “Yes.”

  “Delivery for Abbie White.”

  “Okay,” I said buzzing the man in.

  Delivery. Not Jay, but it must be from him, and I welled with anticipation. I opened my door and waited. The elevator opened and a delivery man walked out, carrying a huge box.

  I carried it into my kitchen and pulled open the box. The smell hit me in the face. I inhaled, drawing as much air as possible through my nose, savoring the scent. A massive bouquet of lilies that dwarfed the size of the lilies sitting on my coffee table. And they were already displayed in a suitably large vase.

  I plucked the card from the package.

  S
orry I had to leave this morning. J.

  I searched all the wrapping for another note, but that was it, nothing more. Disappointing, but I took another sniff of the flowers to comfort myself.

  The scent was strong and filled the entire condo. For some reason it made me want to cry happy tears. The scent was like Jay, enveloping all of me without any warning. He’d appeared in my life and now his presence radiated throughout my body, the way the scent now radiated throughout my condo.

  I set the flowers on my dining table, they created a canopy that almost reached the table’s edges. I poured myself a glass of wine and went back to the movie, sitting on the sofa because the lilies blocked the view from the table.

  Just as the movie’s credits began, the intercom buzzed again. In a repeat of earlier, my heart fluttered thinking it might be Jay. It must be Jay, he’d already sent flowers.

  “Yes?”

  “Delivery for A. White.” Disappointed, my heart slowed to its regular beat.

  “Come up.”

  A delivery man emerged from the elevator carrying a box that clearly contained clothing. It was wrapped in black paper that shimmered in the light, finished with a wide silver ribbon and bow. The wrapping alone looked more expensive than any of the gifts I gave. Or received. I carefully pulled it apart, intending to reuse the thick paper.

  Inside was another Agent Provocateur outfit. This one a sheer fabric, with black satin along the boning and cups. A black floral pattern was embroidered in the shear panels up the front. I held it up, revealing not one but two matching thongs, as well as silk stockings.

  I opened the card.

  Can’t wait to rip these off of you. J.

  I giggled. The price of the thongs was as much as I spend on groceries in a month and he intentionally buys them just to ruin them. That’s fine, I can’t wait for him to rip them off me either.

  No sooner had I sat back down than the intercom buzzed again. Another delivery man, this one with a package the size of a small pizza box that was surprisingly heavy. It was wrapped in gold paper with a swirl of glitter across it.