Billionaire's Babysitter: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 20)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Are you just trying to make a buck?”

  “No. I’ve made my money. Now it’s time to give back. And I need your help.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Yes would be great,” he says with a sexy smirk. “But you don’t have to answer now. You can think about it.”

  “I don’t need to think about it. Yes!”

  “Are you sure? Are you positive this is what you really want? I can put you at the top of the pile for other jobs if that’s where your heart is.”

  “My heart is with you,” I say, wrapping my arms around him. “And with Benjamin.”

  It’s a bold statement, but I don’t care. He’s older and he doesn’t play games. He’s direct with me and when he sees what he want he doesn’t waste time. He goes for it. And he’s going for it right now offering me the opportunity of a lifetime, and all I’ve got to do is say yes. And that’s exactly what I just did.

  “And my heart is with you,” he says, taking my champagne flute from my hand and setting it on the table. “And now I’m going to show you just how much,” he says as he leans in to kiss me softly, before scooping me up in his arms.

  CHAPTER 18

  Anna

  I feel light as a feather when he gently places me on the down comforter on top of our bed. The bed is so soft that it’s like I’m floating on a cloud, but this is real.

  “You know the definition of irony?” he says.

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s normally the kids that sneak around on the adults. When they’re sixteen trying to find places to make-out, drink, and explore without getting caught.”

  “And lately we’ve been sneaking around trying not to get caught by a five-year-old.”

  “And up until this point the five-year-old has been winning, but not anymore,” he says, backing away and unbuttoning his white, fitted, button-down shirt.

  “Definitely not tonight,” I say.

  He takes his shirt off slowly, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. Once it’s off he casually lays it over the back of one of the chairs in our room.

  “Not in a rush?”

  “I want to savor every moment of this, from the first to the last. I’m going to draw this out until you’re begging.”

  “You think so, do you?”

  “I know so.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  “Yes we will, because I plan on pleasing you all night long.”

  “I’m definitely ready for that.”

  “I can’t wait…to taste your lips, your skin, your pussy. To run my hands through your soft, long hair before I slowly drag them down your body, teasing you with each passing second…having you want me to take my hands lower, and deeper. I’m going to move your head to the side and smell your neck…that spot right behind your ear to be exact. And then I’m going breathe in your scent when you’re hot for me…when your body goes primal and your mating instincts take over. And then I’m going to put my noise right in your pussy and breathe in deep as my tongue circles, and turns, fighting its way inside…deeper and deeper. And I’m going to listen. Listen to your body…to how it responds. Listen to your moans and your calls to feel me inside you. And then, when I am inside you, I’m going to listen to you scream so loud they’ll have to send housekeeping to keep you quiet even though you’re face down in the pillow, as you become the listener.”

  “And what will I hear?”

  “The flesh of my hand against the flesh of your beautiful ass. My palm cupping that rotund booty of yours.”

  “Rotund huh?”

  “Very.”

  “You like it don’t you?”

  “You know I do. I like to feel it and I like to look at it, just like I’m going to have my eyes on you the entire night. Watching your every expression. Seeing how you respond to my touch. How you become addicted to me.”

  “And how you become addicted to me.”

  “I already am, and I know you can see it right now in the way I look at you. I’ve wanted you since the first second I saw you and more and more every second since. And now I’m going to have you.”

  “I’m all yours.”

  “Yes…you…are,” he says, lowering himself onto the bed, his hands on either side of me.

  His nostrils flare as he breathes in deep as he hovers over the top of me. He lowers body down, but doesn’t allow his bare skin to touch me. I can almost feel his nose against the skin of my neck as he inhales again. “Damn, you smell like the sweetest flower…the ultimate woman…and like a woman who’s ready to get what she came here for.”

  “Am I ever,” I say, as his head readjusts toward my hair, taking in my scent again.

  He brings one hand up off the bed and gently runs it through the tips of my hair, twisting it at the ends. He hasn’t even kissed me yet, yet my senses are going crazy. My body is on full alert for what he’s going to do next.

  He slides his index finger under the spaghetti strap of my dress and lowers it to the side, making sure not to touch me. I feel the thin strap move across and then off my shoulder, exposing it.

  He leans in and kisses my shoulder delicately. For a big, rough man, he sure has a tender side. I didn’t expect it, but am I ever pleased to discover it as he’s discovering every little inch of me.

  He leaves my neck and moves his head up to my mouth, not quite brushing my lips with his. Damn, I want him, but he’s delivering on his promise. He’s driving me crazy. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up. That anticipation of the slow ascent as you hear the “tick,” “tick,” “tick,” of the cart on the track before you reach the top and experience the shot of adrenaline from the free fall…but there’s still a long way up, as he reminds me when he gently kisses behind my ear as his other hand finds my face.

  I feel his thumb lightly brush across my cheek as he kisses his way down my neck. I exhale hard as my hands reach for the sides of his abs. He’s thick like a tree trunk, and full of muscle. I reach around to his back and feel his thick lower back muscles, realizing I could do pull-ups from his body if only I had the strength. But there’s no way that’s happening now, mostly because I’m a trembling mess under his control.

  My hands glide along his body coming back to his stomach, where I trace the curves of his abs. I stop counting at eight abs, and flatten my hands up so I can grab his chest.

  Each side of his chest is bigger than my hands. I run circles around his muscles, then bring my hands to his arms, feeling the huge muscle definition where his shoulders attach to his arms. This man could be bronzed and sold to a museum for the same billions he’s earned. He’s that perfect.

  Just when I’m fully focused on his incredible body I get what I want most.

  His kiss.

  He’s gently, but his hand wraps around my head pressing my face into his ever so slightly. He’s got just the right touch, and more of his touch is just what I want.

  He doesn’t disappoint when his hand slides down my side before stopping and moving in towards my stomach.

  He turns his hand over and runs the back of his fingertips over my stomach causing a feather touch sensation throughout my body.

  This man is good. Real good. Too good to be true.

  “I’m ready,” I say, as if the river running between my legs wouldn’t be obvious enough if he were to pull my dress up right now. But he’s not about to.

  “You’re ready when I say you’re ready,” he whispers in a low bass of a tone that would make Barry White green with envy.

  But I’m the one who’s envious. I’m envious of his ability to control his lust. I know he wants me too, as his erection pressing through his jeans reminds me.

  He straightens up and loosens his belt, removing it, but placing it beside the bed.

  “Not putting it with the shirt?”

  “I might need it if you’re a bad girl…or even if you’re good.”

  “I’m ready to be bad,” I say.

  “Show me then
.”

  “How?”

  He slides off the bed and removes his pants. His socks and shoes were gone long ago when we walked along the beach. Mine too.

  He pulls a coffee table to the end of the bed. The heights match perfectly.

  “On the table.”

  “You want me to—”

  “On the table, I said. You don’t want me to get the belt…yet.”

  “I do as I’m told, making sure to brush against him as I move past him on the side of the bed.”

  He takes my hand helping me up onto the table, before laying back on the bed, his hands behind his head.

  “Take your clothes off, slowly.”

  I reach for the bottom of my dress and move my hips side to side as I bring my dress up.

  “Slowly.”

  I slow my pace, moving my arms to get my dress up and over my head.

  He’s lying on his back giving me commands, but somehow I’m the one who feels powerful. It’s so primal. I’m above him. I’ve got what he wants. Scratch that…I am what he wants.

  This big, strong, ambitious man wants nothing more than me. I feel like I’ve got him right in the palm of my hand, until he lifts his hand and moves his finger in a circle, motioning for me to turn around.

  I face the wall, with my hands on my hips.

  “Toss the dress.”

  I throw the dress, and although I may not be facing him I can feel him watching me.

  “Your ass shook when you did that.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, and I want to jump up and bite into it like the juicy apple that it is.”

  “Why don’t you then?”

  “Because I’m still admiring it. Admiring you. Taking a mental picture of every little fraction of an inch of you. Memorizing every curve. Tracing a mental map of you so you can blindfold me tomorrow and I can draw it from memory.”

  “You think you can?”

  “I know I can. When I’m done with you I’ll be able to bottle up your scent in my mind and call upon it whenever I need to. Smell you no matter where I am. That’s how I want you. I want to know and own every part of you.”

  I turn and face him.

  “Take off your bra. Slowly.”

  I reach around and unhook my bra, but don’t remove it yet.

  I can see his cock is pushing up his boxer briefs so high that the waistband isn’t even making contact with his skin.

  I toss my bra to the side, but keep my hands in place.

  “What do you call that?”

  “A hand bra.”

  “I want to see a no bra.”

  I squeeze my tits and shake them playfully. I’m smiling and he’s lusting.

  “Ta da!” I say pulling my hands away quickly holding them out to the side high and wide.

  “Fuckin' A perfect. You…are…gorgeous.”

  “Thank you,” I say, feeling a lot better about myself.

  “Panties. Off.”

  I reach for the sides of my panties and slowly lower them to the ground. His hand comes from behind his head as he rubs it over the top of his scalp, still watching me like I’m the most interesting thing in the world.

  I stick my ass out behind me and slide my panties down, before stepping out of them.

  Here I stand, completely naked while he looks at me.

  “Damn girl, you are a work of art. Now come here!”

  I step forward onto the bed and he leans forward, quickly grabbing me and spinning me around and onto my back. He slides his underwear off and tosses it somewhere. Where I don’t know because he’s already on top of me devouring my lips while his hand squeezes my breast.

  He read me perfectly because I’m so worked up I don’t want any more foreplay.

  His lips wrap around my nipple, sucking hard as his hand squeezes my breast towards his mouth.

  My hands reach around him, pulling him down onto me. I feel his skin against mine from head to toe, and my pussy tightens. Oh my god, I’m going to cum before he’s even inside me.

  He kisses me with so much desire my body shakes and I release. My eyes and my mouth open while my pussy closes, before it opens too emptying down my crack and onto the bed.

  He quickly kisses his way down my body, before licking the sides of my folds as his hands grab my ass hard from underneath.

  He’s got my pussy up to his mouth like a bowl, and he starts drinking…me!

  He’s licking straight up my slit before sending his tongue deep inside. He flicks the tip of his tongue inside me and I’m ready to cum again, but not before he pulls my clit into his mouth, rolling it around the tip of his tongue like he would the cherry from a cocktail as if he were trying to tie the stem in a knot.

  Release number two hits me and my hands lock onto the side of his face, squeezing him hard down to the skull, but he hardly seems to notice as he cleans up my mess like my juices have the cure to what ails him. He doesn’t drip a drop, before he flips me over his knee.

  Smack!

  My ass shakes, but he just keeps smacking me. The rollercoaster is in free fall and I don’t know if I’m going to live or die as he slaps me vigorously, one after another. There’s a brief pause before I feel the leather of his belt across my ass.

  I bite the pillow and scream, just as he predicted. It’s not enough as I hear a pounding from the other side of the wall, but it doesn’t stop him.

  I scream again before I bite into the pillow with everything I’ve got. He smacks me again and I feel myself quiver and shake. He must feel it to as he slaps and holds, just grabbing my ass tighter pushing me over the edge. I release for the third time, not even knowing I was capable of such back-to-back-to-back pleasure.

  He flips me back over on my back and lines up the tip of his dick with my opening.

  “Time to slow it down,” he says.

  “I want it now. Keep going.”

  “There’s only one first time,” he says leaning forward to kiss me.

  My heart’s still beating a mile a minute and my chest is heaving, but he’s doing everything he can to bring my mind down from the clouds and back to the room so we can experience this moment consciously.

  He kisses me soft and tenderly for a few minutes as he holds his dick in his hand, rubbing the engorged head all up and down my folds, but not where I want it most…inside.

  “Ready?” he asks.

  “Yeah,” I say in some tone that I’ve never heard come out of my mouth before. It’s half whimper, half desire and it lets him know he’s everything I want.

  “Before we do this, I want you to know you mean everything to me.”

  I don’t say or do anything. I just freeze. I feel so alert and alive. It’s like he’s ready to give me the greatest gift ever and he’s just stopped at the very last second to put on the bow.

  “I don’t want this moment to end. Ever,” he says.

  I shake my head. “Me either.”

  “But I can’t take this anymore. I have to have you.”

  “I need to have you.”

  He stares deep in my eyes and puts his dick just a little more in my folds, but still not in inside. He lets go of his cock with his hand, deliberately brushing my leg as he moves his hand away, letting me know there’s nothing to hold him back now. The moment is near.

  He places a hand on either side of me as he stares down from on top of me.

  “You’re mine forever,” he says, as he ever so slowly slides into me.

  He’s part way in, and he’s too much. He knows it, working his hips back, and then forward again.

  Every nerve in my vagina can feel his shaft making contact. The head of his cock opens me, while the shaft fills me.

  I never knew what I was missing until now. Not that there was ever a doubt, but there’s no going back now. Nothing else matters but the two of us. Together.

  He slides in and out slowly for what seems like an eternity, making his way deeper as the seconds pass.

  A few minutes later I’ve taken nearly all of hi
m, as I feel him rock back and forth on the bed as he pleases me like I’ve never been pleased before.

  If the foreplay was sex, this is love. It’s deep and emotional and oh so powerful. And not just for me, but for him too.