Billionaire Playboy

by Terry Towers

  This was insanity; the desire within me was hitting the point of no return and he wasn’t even in me. Hell, his hands hadn’t even explored down below yet!

  “Devon. Oh, Devon!” Opening my eyes, I looked down as his mouth devoured my nipple. Jesus, this was happening, I was about to fuck Devon Townstead. And there it was, I was cresting the summit simply by grinding against him, but I was too swept up in the moment to care about how it came about. Water sloshed around us, spilling out over the edge of the tub and onto the floor from the rapid, almost violent movements.

  A rush of desire hit me one final time, before the dam burst and I cried out, my body jerking from the force of my orgasm.

  As I screamed out, he removed my breast from his lips and hand and grasped my buttocks. “Dammit, baby. That was hot,” he growled before biting at my neck again.

  It was. I was feeling light-headed and weak as I grasped at his shoulders, needing to draw from his strength.

  “Do you need me, Abby?” He asked between nibbled on my neck.

  “Y-yes…”

  “Badly?”

  “Oh yes. Please.”

  His lips ran across my jawline to my lips. “Then ask me. Ask me to take you.” As he spoke his member flexed against my pussy.

  There was no doubt in my mind. Not a speck of hesitation. I needed to feel him in me as much as I needed my next breath. Looking down into his eyes, I shivered seeing the intense desire within them. “Please. I need you.”

  He moved his hand from my ass to bury it into my hair, fisting it, then pulled my head down, claiming my mouth. My lips parted, inviting him in. As our tongues duelled, I shifted on him until the head of his cock was aligned with my entrance.

  His hand tightened on my ass as he urged me to take him in. It had been so long, way too long, since I’d felt a man inside me, and I was eager to feel our bodies combined, regardless of the consequences that would come along with our joining. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. He had more girth than I anticipated, stretching me to what felt like my limits as I took him in.

  I groaned, pulling my lips from his and lowering my forehead to his shoulder as he sank deeper and deeper into me. His dick seemed to go on forever. By the time I was finished sheathing his cock, the fire within me was in full force.

  “Fuck, baby,” he groaned against my neck.

  I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I needed a minute to savor the feel of him against and within me. He made me feel of perfectly safe and full, and I didn’t want that feeling to end. But it had to, because there was an even deeper need within me, driving me to more.

  Pulling back so I could stare down into his eyes, I began to move on him. Pleasure surged through me, demanding I continue. I started off slowly, picking up speed as I lifted up and down on his shaft, rotating my hips with each thrust.

  The desire in his eyes amplified the feelings of want and need within me. Damn, he needed me, wanted me as much as I did him. Gripping his shoulders for balance, I began moving faster, my breasts bouncing and water sloshing around me.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby. Ride my cock.”

  “Devon!” I moaned, my head falling back and wet, dark hair cascading down my back.

  There was no doubt remaining in my mind. This couldn’t be wrong. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong.

  Devon’s hands tightened on my ass as he began to thrust up into me, meeting my movements and ramming himself deeper than I could have imagined. Our bodies merged perfectly, as if meant for each other. The pleasure was making me feel light-headed as I reached my breaking point.

  But it was too soon…

  “Devon. Wait… I - ”

  “Abby, Jesus.”

  “I’m going to… Oh God. I’m…”

  As if reading my mind, he responded, “Then come over my cock baby. I want to feel it..”

  Higher and higher. Oh god! The coil within my stomach tightened, and my pussy muscles clenched around him, milking him, begging him to come with me.

  “Oh fuck. Yes.” He groaned frantically biting at my neck and earlobe. His hands slid up my body against to my breasts, pinching my nipples. The shot of pain and pleasure that came from his fingertips was the last straw. I couldn’t take anymore.

  “I’m coming,” I screamed as I exploded. The burst of pleasure and relief was so great it made me cry out, fingertips digging deep into his shoulders and body quivering. My pussy released his dick as I began to come down from my pleasure high. I was spent. But he wasn’t about to let this end with me.

  “My turn, baby.” Gripping my ass once more, he held me tight and stood. I giggled as he swung me around while keeping himself firmly planted inside my core and deposited me on the ledge of the hot tub, my back against the wall. Positioning me so that my ass was at the edge of the tub, he pulled out and slammed back into me with so much power it almost hurt.

  I groaned, closing my eyes and letting my head rest against the back wall as I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding tight to him. Holding onto the ledge of the tub, I tilted my pelvis up just a smidge, so he could gain better access to me, as he began to hammer into me. He was no long being gentle or taking his time, he was fucking me. Hard and fast and taking what he needed. His frantic, almost violent fucking was turning me on more than I could have ever imagined.

  My fingertips dug into the bathtub, my knuckles turning white from the strain.

  Yes, yes, yes!

  His cock pulsed, becoming rigid within me. He was going to come, I knew it. The thought brought me to the brink once again. Another few seconds, just a few more…

  Devon groaned, low and feral as he thrust into me one final time and released. His dick sent not just one, but two and then three bursts into me, filling my core. The feel of his warm seed, filling me to the brink send me spiralling over the edge again. If I died right this moment, I’d die a happy, happy woman.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Devon

  As I spilt my seed within her, I felt a warming within me that I’d never experienced before. It wasn’t just physical, but there was a mental and emotional warming as well. If I’d felt this way before, it had been too long ago to remember.

  Despite our arrangement, this woman wasn’t after anything from me. She was getting paid either way; in fact, she’d be better off not having sex with me. Knowing she was with me because she needed to be was refreshing.

  What was surprising me more than anything was the fact that I was enjoying our arrangement. And it wasn’t just because of the game of cat and mouse we were playing, but I really enjoyed coming home to dinner on the table and someone familiar asking about my day. It was nice and comfortable. It wasn’t something I thought I’d ever want.

  “Devon. I can’t take any more,” she gasped.

  Grinning, I slipped my hand to the back of her head and lowered my lips to hers. I kissed her with every ounce of passion I was feeling. I thrust into her a final time despite being completely depleted – at least for the time being. I wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.

  “Would you like to take this to the bedroom, honey?” I asked, tearing my lips from hers and not waiting for an answer. Reluctantly, I pulled my dick from her warmth and stood up straight. Grabbing her hand, I led her from the hot tub, feeling self-satisfied seeing that she was a little wobbly on her feet.

  Once out of the tub, I swept her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. Looking up at me with lust and satisfaction in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself tight against me.

  In the bedroom, I gently laid her on the bed. Water began to seep into the comforter, but it didn’t matter. What did matter was the look in her large, dark eyes as she stared up with me, with a coy grin on her lips.

  I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful or wanted anyone more. This wasn’t just sex for me. This should have been a scary notion, but for some mysterious reason, it wasn’t.

  Chapter 19

  Abigail

  Mmmm. Warmth. I snuggle
d up tighter to the source of the warmth as I slowly left the land of dreams and became aware of reality.

  Hard, warm body, against mine. It felt so good. I sighed as I wrapped my arm around the man in front of me and melded my naked body against his back.

  “Mmm, Devon,” I murmured with a smile on my face.

  Devon?

  Wait. What?

  Opening my eyes, I stared at the back of Devon’s head for a moment as the events of the previous night came crashing down on me. Holy shit! I’d slept with him. And enjoyed it. Not just once, but over and over again.

  Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

  What did I do now? I had no idea. Slowly, I removed my arm from around his waist and looked over his shoulder at the silver clock on the wall. It was past seven in the morning. If I was one of the hoochies he normally brought home, I’d have already hustled myself out the door, forgetting some piece of underwear in the process.

  That wasn’t the case though.

  Do I wake him up? I was about to tap him on the shoulder, but stopped myself. Nope. A part of me wanted to pretend that he was my mine and slip my arm back around his waist and fall back to sleep. But I couldn’t.

  I didn’t want the awkward conversation that would take place if I woke him. Or even worse then that, another round of love making… Fuck. No. Not love making. Sex. It was simply sex and physical release. Nothing more. Love had nothing to do with it.

  Deciding I’d simply make like last night never happened, I took my time and slowly inched my way out of bed, hoping not to wake him. Luck was with me, and I managed to get free and, after gathering my belongings, I put on a white terry cloth robe from the back of his bedroom door and exited his bedroom.

  Closing the door behind me, I was about to slip into my room when I heard a door opening from down the hallway.

  “Mommy. Where were you?”

  My body froze, my hand on the doorknob. “What do you mean, honey?”

  I looked over at my daughter and smiled praying she didn’t see the guilt in my face and know what had happened.

  “I couldn’t find you. I had a bad dream last night.” She run over to me and gave me a hug. “Where were you? You weren’t in your room,” she asked, her brown eyes looked up at me.

  Looking over my shoulder at Devon’s door, I cringed. How did I get out of this one?

  I just blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Devon was having bad dreams to. I stayed in his room with him, like I do with you when you have bad dreams.” Not the best excuse, but it was what came to mind in a pinch. And she was five. She wouldn’t overthink it.

  “Did you stay all night?”

  “What?” I turned the knob and opened the door to my room, entering, Isabella following behind me.

  “I looked for you a bunch of times. I couldn’t find you.”

  I tossed my clothing in the hamper, really wishing I could take a shower to wash away the evidence of the previous night since I could faintly smell his cologne on me. But Isabella wasn’t going to allow that. She was rigid with her schedule, and right now it was breakfast time.

  Grabbing jeans, t-shirt and underwear from the dresser, I turned to Isabella and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Wait here, and once I’m changed I’ll make you breakfast. How’s that?”

  Isabella nodded and I breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully that would be the end of that conversation.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Bacon. Oh sweet, maple flavored bacon. It made everything okay.

  I began preparing breakfast for myself and Isabella, but something told me Devon would be downstairs before we were finished up, so I made sure to put on extra. He didn’t care for anything fancy, preferring the normal bacon and scrambled eggs. He had a cook, but the cook was on call and only came a few days a week. Devon figured that since he usually either worked late or had business dinners, there wasn’t much point in having someone on staff full-time, which made perfect sense.

  The man was like a bloodhound. Just as the bacon was ready to serve, Devon stuck his head into the kitchen. “Something smells delicious.” He entered the kitchen and sit in his spot at the table. “What all did you make for breakfast, Abby?”

  “Bacon, eggs and hash browns.”

  “My favorite.”

  “I know.”

  As I served, he kept things light, as if nothing ever happened between us. One thing was peculiar though; he was wearing a suit. It was Saturday. He usually didn’t go into the office on Saturday or Sunday. That wasn’t to say he didn’t work – I’d never met anyone with such a strong work ethic – but for the past few weeks, he’d worked from home or taken off to attend some semi-formal business meet-up.

  Maybe now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted from me, he didn’t feel the need to make an effort anymore. That thought hurt; I knew I shouldn’t feel that way and hated that it did. The agreement was love, not sex, so if he assumed he’d won, I had sorry news for him, he hadn’t.

  “That was really good,” he stated finishing up the last bite.

  “It’s hard to mess up breakfast.”

  “It’s easier than you think. I’ve had some disgustingly prepared food for breakfast in the past, especially when I was growing up. We ate what we could get, quality wasn’t a priority.”

  “What do you mean?” He hadn’t spoken much of his childhood.

  “We just didn’t have much money growing up. There was a time when we lived off hot dogs. We didn’t have money for electricity for a short bit and our power had been disconnected. We made due using a fondue set so we would fondue our hot dogs.”

  “That’s so sad.”

  “It’s part of my history.”

  “What’s a fondo?” Isabella asked.

  “Fondue,” I corrected.

  “Fondue,” she repeated, her pronunciation still a little off, but it was a good enough improvement that I didn’t correct her a second time.

  “It’s a little kettle that you heat up and dip foods into,” I explained.

  She frowned. I could tell she wasn’t quite clear on what I was talking about, but didn’t press it.

  “Well, I have to head into the office,” he stated, grabbing his plate and standing.

  “It’s Saturday.” I protested, with a little more need in my voice than intended.

  “I know.” He rinsed off his plate and placed it inside the dishwasher. “But there’s a huge deal in the works and I have a meeting with a couple people on my legal team to ensure we’re ready to go. I then have an off-schedule meeting. I shouldn’t be too late though. Perhaps 2pm.”

  “Okay.” Taking my empty plate, I rinsed it off. Turning to put it into the dishwasher Devon had kept open, I inhaled sharply realizing he’d taken a step forward, so he was right before me.

  “By the way, you left something in my room last night.” He whispered, grinning as his hand slipped into the back pocket of my jeans.

  “What are -”

  I didn’t have a chance to question him further. His hand exited my pocket, but not before giving my ass a gentle squeeze and depositing something within. He didn’t say another word, just left. My hand slipped into my pocket and my heart stopped beating for a moment – my panties!

  Oh shit, I was one of those girls that I’d bitched him out over the first day we’d met. And he was mocking me with it! Son-of-a…

  I was about to call out to him, but stopped myself. There was no point, especially with Isabella in the same room listening to our exchange with interest. We’d deal with it later.

  Chapter 20

  Devon

  “This needs to be done and I want it done by the end of the day.”

  “I don’t think - ” Walter started to protest, but I cut him off before he could finish his protest with a simple motion of my hand.

  “I don’t care what you have to do to make it happen, just make it happen. Are we clear?” I glared at Amy. I was still pissed with her, with both of them. I image that was part of the reason I’d been runni
ng them ragged since the contract with Abigail was thrown in my face. We could all play games, but I was going to get my pound of flesh.

  And what of Amy? Well, I just didn’t know what to do with her yet. She was a woman scorned in her eyes. I was still trying to wrap my mind around why she felt she had any claim on me. I hadn’t discussed the situation with her as of yet; everything had been kept strictly professional, and in the few instances where she’d run into Abigail and I together at various events, she’d acted cool and detached.

  “It’s the weekend - ” Amy chimed in.

  I hit her with a glare. “And I’m here. Working. We have two massive deals in the works. Both need to be ready to close for Monday. I want airtight contracts.”

  “Yes, sir. We’ll have it done by the end of the day.” Walter said, standing. He wanted nothing to do with my impending head-to-head with his colleague. “Let’s get to work, Amy.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him as he stood by the open doorway. “Go ahead, I’ll be right there, I just need to speak with Mr. Townstead a moment.”

  He left without hesitation, no doubt not wanting to be in the middle of what was about to go down.

  Once he was out of earshot, she spoke. “I’m getting sick of all the work you’re throwing onto us.”

  Leaning back in my chair, I shrugged. “Not sure what you’re talking about, Amy. This is a business. There’s work to do.”

  “I know what you’re doing.”

  Cocking a brow at her, I hit her with a stare. “And what exactly am I doing, Amy?”

  “You’re punishing us because we know about the contract.”

  “Correction, you threatened me with the contract.” Leaning forward, I braced my elbows on the top of the desk. “We’re not together. I was very clear from the very beginning that what we had was a business relationship. I thought we were on the same page with that. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that I’ve never thought of us as anything more or less than that.”