Billionaire Playboy

by Terry Towers

  “Can we just forget this conversation ever happened and get back to having a good evening together?” he asked breaking the silence as we reached the floor, the elevator dinging and doors sliding open.

  I sighed. I had been having a good time. Maybe I was getting in the way of myself. Did I really have to be combative? There’s no reason why I couldn’t just enjoy the month while not falling for him. Women did it all the time. I’d just have to think of him as a friend. There was no law that said we couldn’t continue to be friends after this was all done and over with.

  We stepped from the elevator and made our way across the foyer and upstairs before I finally spoke. “Okay. Maybe you’re right.”

  “Whoa, wait.” Devon stopped me on the staircase with a hand on my arm. “Are you actually apologizing to me for something?”

  The expression on his face, an expression of mock disbelief, made me laugh despite myself. “We have different views on a lot of things. Neither one is right or wrong, they’re just different.” Admittedly, a part of me was still adamant on how I felt about him and his nonchalant views on sex, I just wasn’t going to admit that to him.

  He clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, studying me with those captivating eyes. His eyes seemed to pierce through my armor, melting my resolve. Surely, this is how it happened to all women in his stable; they took one look into his eyes and melted. “So, truce, we can enjoy our time together. Win or lose?” He extended his hand to me.

  My mouth went dry, and I licked my lower lip as I accepted his hand giving it a half-hearted shake. We stood there a moment, staring at each other, neither of us speaking. Just when I attempted to pull my hand from his, he pulled me into him. Surprised, I fell forward, melting against him.

  His body was so hard, and he smelled like a spicy musk aftershave – a welcome scent, considering what we’d been walking past for most of the evening. I tensed, looking up at him. Our gazes locked, and a wave of anticipation raced through me. I wanted him to kiss me; I’d wanted that all night, no matter how much I’d denied it to myself. But to kiss him could possibly be the equivalent of opening Pandora’s box.

  “I think…”

  I didn’t get a chance to finish what I was saying. He lowered his head, his lips ghosting across mine, as his hands slipped around my waist and pulled me closer. The tension within me deflated. I slipped my hands to his shoulders, fisting the material.

  I wanted to deny the kiss. I knew I should pull away, at all cost. But I didn’t have the mental strength or resolve to do it. Instead, I kissed him back. I allowed myself the luxury of his lips, moaning as the kiss deepened, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

  He was amazing kisser. Hot damn, he was incredible. The kiss sent shivers through me, quaking my core. As his hands slipped lower on my waist to my ass, cupping the cheeks, the realization of what was happening was like a splash of cold water over my head.

  “Wait, no!” I pushed out of his embrace and stared at him. “This shouldn’t be happening.”

  He seemed unperturbed by my distress. If anything, he looked amused, but didn’t say anything. I think I would have preferred he make some asinine comment then to stand there smiling that cocky smile of his. That damned, sexy as hell, cocky smile. His smile was saying what his lips wouldn’t: I’m winning.

  “I should check on Isabella, this is the second night in a row that I wasn’t home to tuck her in,” I said, turning from him, and didn’t look back as I raced the rest of the way up the stairs.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Devon

  I softly chuckled as she took off, escaping the uncomfortable situation – well, uncomfortable for her. I was having a great time. I was getting through her barriers. Perhaps I jumped the gun a little bit by kissing her. Patience wasn’t my strong suit.

  We’d see how tomorrow played out when we took Isabella to the basketball game. Her child was cute and very straightforward – much like her mother. She was like a miniature version of Abigail, both in looks and personality. Isabella would be a little hellcat when she got older – a serious heartbreaker.

  Heading into my bedroom, I closed the door behind me, stripping out of my clothing as I made my way to the bed, tossing each piece into the hamper. Most articles of clothing made it in; one stray sock missed, but it hardly worried me.

  I was about to slip into the bed, sans clothing, as I normally did, when it occurred to me that I had a child in residence currently. I doubted she’d walk into my room, but I wasn’t about to take that chance. Naked, my semi-hard dick bobbing with each step, I made my way to my walk-in closet and grabbed a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. Stepping into the pants, I pulled them up as I re-entered the bedroom. This was the first time in years that I’d worn anything to bed.

  It would have been nice to have fucked Abigail tonight. God knows my dick was aching for it. If she held out too long, it was going to be a wickedly long month. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone more than a few days without fucking someone. Even when I wasn’t meeting new women, I had a phone filled with numbers of previous conquests who’d drop everything they were doing to come by.

  Pulling the blankets back, I slipped into bed and settled onto my back, flicking the overhead light off from a switch beside the bed. Closing my eyes, I tried to fall to sleep, but after twenty minutes, I realized that it as an exercise in futility. Abigail was in my head and refusing to leave. At the half-hour mark, I groaned in frustration as I sat up and turned the light on. Opening the drawer of my night-side table, I pulled out a novel. It was a horror novel I’d started close to a year ago. I’d been halfway done for roughly six months.

  Opening to where I left off, I began reading, the words and storyline unfamiliar with me, but beginning to come back as I got a chapter or two in. After several chapters, my mind was finally able to free itself of thoughts of the vixen down the hall. Satisfied, I rolled over and placed the book back into the drawer and once more flicked off the light.

  Just as I was closing my eyes, I heard the door creaking open. I’d have to get those hinges looked at.

  “Devon?”

  I didn’t respond right away.

  “Devon, are you awake?” The door opened a little further, wide enough so that I could see Abigail’s silhouette in the doorframe wearing a camisole and boxer shorts.

  My cock, which had just died down, rapidly began to swell again. Well, fuck me. I’d have to masturbate when she left. I swear to god, if I hadn’t know better, I’d have thought she’d planned to torture me tonight.

  “Devon?” She entered the room on tiptoe, though after calling my name several times I’m not sure why she’d attempt to be quiet now.

  Chapter 12

  Abigail

  Devon nearly naked, with me in just a pair of boxers and camisole, was a “playing with fire” situation, but I couldn’t help myself. I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep until things with him were set straight.

  “Are you awake?”

  I heard him sigh and felt a hint of guilt. If I’d been able to let it wait until tomorrow, I would have. “If I hadn’t been, then I’d be awake now.” He flicked on the light and then sat up in the bed. “If you’re not here to share my bed with me, it had better be good.”

  When I’d originally entered the room, it had felt like talking to him was the most urgent matter in the world. But now that I was standing in the middle of the room, with him staring up at me, eyebrow raised, I realized it could wait.

  “We can talk tomorrow.” I spun around to begin my retreat.

  “I swear if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s cherry red. I’ve spent the past half hour trying to sleep. I was almost asleep and now you’ve brought me back fully awake. This had better be good.”

  I halted my retreat and froze. Chewing at my lower lip, I slowly turned, attempting to gather my thoughts as I did. I’d had a whole entire speech made up in my head. It had sounded so great when
I rehearsed it to myself.

  “Abigail… What. Do. You. Want?”

  “First off, I want to say thank you for tonight and the iPod. It’s been a long time since someone has done anything nice like that for me.”

  “It’s a iPod. It’s not a big deal.”

  “It is to me.” I walked towards the bed. “I understand to you it’s nothing, but to me, it means something.”

  “Okay. You’re welcome - ”

  “I’m not finished,” I cut in.

  “Sorry.”

  “This is an unusual situation. I’ll admit, I’m attracted to you, I’m sure you know that, but I want you to understand one thing.”

  A grin began to spread across his lips.

  “I will never sleep with you. It’ll never, ever happen. And not because of the fact you’re a player, or my boss, or that we have this bet going on. I’ll never sleep with you because I will not allow myself or my child to be hurt. I’ll be your friend, but that’s it. So, if you want to call this whole bet off and get on with your life as New York’s most eligible, then so be it.”

  Grabbing the blankets, he tossed them off himself, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. My eyes did a sweep of his body, but I refused to back up as he approached me.

  He stopped before me, less than a foot away. My god, he was tall and built and I wanted him. My body trembled a little, but I forced myself to stand my ground.

  “You’re not going anywhere. And I don’t want anyone else. I will have you, Abigail.” He slipped his hand to the back of my head and I inhaled sharply. “And you’ll beg me to take you.”

  “I won’t,” I managed to force out the protest.

  “You will.”

  This was such a bad idea. What in the hell was I thinking going to him like this. I have to get out of here. Such a bad idea.

  Squaring my shoulders, I straightened and stepped out of his reach. “I won’t. I’m sorry, but it’ll never happen.”

  He dropped his hand to his side and shrugged. “We’ll see.”

  That wasn’t how it was supposed to go down…

  Groaning, I forced myself to walk from his room, despite everything within me telling me to get the hell out of that house as quickly as possible.

  Once in my bedroom, I released a sigh of relief and slumped against the door. Not only was I more confused than I was earlier, but being in his bedroom with him nearly naked had kickstarted the need within me for him.

  Walking across the room, I flopped down onto my bed, the soft mattress embracing my body. I shifted myself until I was positioned with my head on the pillow. I tried to clear my mind of him, but it was an exercise in futility. My mind kept racing back to the feel of his hand in my hair, against my scalp.

  His firm grip had sparked a need deep within my core. I wished he’d just taken me up on my offer so the temptation would end, so I could just become the maid again who couldn’t stand her boss. We were only a couple days into the arrangement. How in the hell was I going to get through twenty-eight more?

  I crossed my legs and clenched my core, hoping that would quench the thirst within me. It didn’t. If anything, it only made it worse.

  I groaned in frustration. Why, why, why?

  There was only one thing that would get rid of the yearning – two things really, but one was in the other bedroom and wasn’t an option. I decided to go with plan B.

  Shifting on the mattress until I was fully comfortable, I slipped my hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my boxers. I never bothered to wear underwear under my boxers, finding it unnecessary. Which brought me to another reason why I would never wear a thong: what’s the point of wearing a thong when you might as well just go underwear-free?

  When my fingers slipped between my folds, I wasn’t surprised to find that my pussy was already wet. I moaned as I slipped two fingers into my core, sliding my fingers in and out, over and over, lubricating myself. I bucked against my fingers, using my thumb to stroke my clit.

  As I worked my pussy in a way that only I knew how to work it, my mind began to drift off. As much as I didn’t want Devon to invade this private moment, it couldn’t be helped; the need for him was too fresh.

  I imaged that I hadn’t backed away when he’d slid his hand into my hair. Instead, I closed the distance between us, pressing my body tight against him.

  You’re so beautiful. I can’t get my mind off you, Abigail, he’d whisper into my ear, the heat of his breath sending a jolt of need through me.

  “Devon,” I whispered into the empty room as I increased the speed and intensity of my fingers.

  He’d rub his thick, hard cock against my pelvis, grasping my ass in his free hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, before his mouth came crashing down onto mine, kissing me with passion I’d never experienced with anyone else before.

  Waves of pleasure raced through my throbbing core as the heat between my legs increased, pulsating around my fingers.

  Devon wouldn’t waste any time; he’d pull his lips free from mine and sink down to his knees before me. He’d look so damned good on his knees, his mouth mere inches from my wet, needy pussy, licking his lips in anticipation of devouring me. Our eyes would lock for a moment, my need reflected in his grey eyes.

  “Devon!” I exclaimed, a little louder than I’d intended, but that couldn’t be helped. The throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable, and the coil forming in my stomach was excruciating.

  I needed to come. I needed it more than I needed my next breath.

  “Oh God. Oh Yes!” I was almost there. Right on the brink and ready to explode.

  He’d part my already moist pussy lips as his mouth came nearer. My body would tense as I watched him, waiting for the contact. And then it would come – his tongue would lash out and flick at my clit. He’d be relentless; no matter how much I cried out or begged him to stop, he’d continue, his tongue the tool of the devil.

  Oh god, it’s too much. It’s way too much!

  “Devon! YES, Devon!” My body convulsed, and the tension within me disappeared as a gush of my juices greeted my expert fingers.

  The relief, oh fuck yes, the relief was divine. I was in bliss.

  The door slammed open, and I heard Devon speaking. “Abby! Abby, are you okay?”

  My eyes flew open and I turned my head towards the door to see Devon standing there, concern in his eyes. “What’s going - ” He didn’t finish his sentence as his gaze quickly shifted to my lower half, specifically the hand that was still in my boxers.

  “What the hell, Devon!” I screamed, pulling my hand from my shorts and quickly sitting up on the bed. “Again? Just because you own the house doesn’t mean you can keep barging in here!”

  He didn’t look cocky or smug at this moment as he raked a hand through his hair. He looked nervous and a little concerned. “Abby. Shit, I heard you screaming for me.”

  “I wasn’t screaming for you.”

  “You said my name in an elevated tone. That’s screaming to me. I thought you’d hurt yourself.”

  “Well, I didn’t.” Feeling uncomfortable on the bed, I jumped off and stood on the floor, my hands planted on my hips. I shot him the nastiest glare I could muster up. I couldn’t allow myself to be embarrassed. “How dare you just come in, especially after yesterday.”

  “I honestly thought…” He stopped himself in mid-sentence and a smile slowly formed on his lips. “You were thinking of me while masturbating.”

  It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. A damned smug statement of fact.

  “You would think that, wouldn’t you! Anyone with an ego as big as yours would!”

  “I don’t have to assume. You were the one saying my name as you came.” Folding his arms over his chest, he leaned back against the door jamb. “Now, may I ask what I doing in this fantasy of yours?”

  “I wasn’t fantasizing of you.” Humiliation would overwhelm me if I didn’t get rid of him soon. Should he notice the heat flushing my cheeks,
I’d never live this down. There was no way I was going to give him the upper hand. Moving across the room with lightening speed, I pushed at his torso, attempting to force him from the room. “Out with you.”

  “But you haven’t answered my question,” he protested, allowing himself to be escorted out.

  “And I’m not going to. What I think about is no one’s business but my own. Watch your nose, the door is closing.” With that, I slammed the door shut and locked it, barring him from my room.

  Chapter 13

  Abigail

  Tonight was our evening out at Madison Square Gardens to see a Knicks game. I really didn’t know much about basketball, except that this was it was the last game before the playoffs, so apparently it was a big deal. In truth, I had zero interest in sports in general. But Isabella was extremely excited, even wanting to forego her gymnastics day camp so she could wait for Devon to take her. She was having a hard time understanding that there was plenty of time before we had to leave for the camp. After a little persuasion, I managed to get her into the car and out the door.

  The morning started off quite well. Devon had been up and out the door before Isabella and I woke. Throughout the day, my mind went through the events of the previous evening. I enjoyed simply being with him, and that was a slippery slope to climb because the fall would ultimately be greater. I was finally over my ex after harboring a broken heart for much longer than was reasonable, but the betrayal had been big and with it came the humiliation, self-doubt, and rewinding of events that should have shown me the truth before it slapped me in the face.

  I didn’t need another broken heart. I couldn’t let him get close. It was just a matter of forcing myself to lock him into the friendzone.

  The house was so quiet as I worked away, doing my normal clean-up routine. But once the cleaning was done, I had to figure out something else to entertain myself with. Since it was only a smidge after lunch, there was plenty of time before Isabella and Devon arrived home. There was a pool, and it had been some time since I’d gone for a swim. There was a pool at the college, but it was always packed with people so I never bothered. If you had to keep worrying about who you were going to bump into, then it wasn’t worth the effort.