Bedding The Billionaire (Bedding the Bachelors Book 3)

by Virna DePaul

  “Good to know,” he said.

  He finished setting the food out. He had green olives, ham, salami, bruschetta, a fresh loaf of French bread, assorted cheeses, condiments, and chocolate mousse pie. He’d also brought sparkling cider and two plastic champagne flutes.

  “Wow, this is an incredible spread,” she said, already fixing her sandwich.

  “Will this buy me silence for the candle and whatever else I might have in this basket?” he asked.

  “Between this and what I got from you the last time we were together, I think you’ve bought my silence for at least a year.”

  They ate and chatted and then Jamie said, “How do you feel about baseball?”

  “I don’t have any strong feelings about it either way. Why?”

  “You’re not a Giants or Angels fan?”

  “Wouldn’t know a Giant or an Angel if they hit me in the face,” she said.

  “We don’t need to go if you’ll be bored, but I have a couple of baseball tickets for tomorrow night. I was wondering if you’d like to go.”

  “Sure,” she said. “Who are we going to see?”

  “The Yankees,” he said.

  “Who’s the home team?”

  “Ah, so you do know some of the lingo.”

  Lucy held up her finger and thumb with a small space between them. “Just this much.”

  “Cool. But the Yankees are the home team.”

  “What? I don’t…Oh! You want to fly us to New York for a baseball game?”

  “I’d like that, yes,” he told her. “If we have time, I’d also like to have dinner in SoHo.”

  She was shaking her head, “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  He had just taken a bite of his sandwich, but she could see his eyes dancing as he said, “Why? I just want to spend more time with you. Before…well before this has to end.”

  She swallowed hard. “I’d like to spend more time with you, too.”

  The next day, they ended up taking his jet to New York and having dinner at an amazing little Sushi restaurant in SoHo. They watched the Yankee’s game from a private skybox. Then they flew back home, a little bit tipsy from the few beers they’d had.

  Lucy confirmed that Jamie’s jet had a bedroom. They made love throughout the entire flight home. It had been the perfect ending to a day filled with taking silly pictures in baseball gear they bought in the gift shop, singing “Take me Out to the Ballpark” during the seventh inning stretch, and eating foot-long hot dogs (even though she spilled mustard all over the front of her shirt, thus leading to them visiting the gift shop in the first place).

  But when she was back in her apartment, alone, she started to worry.

  She was falling hard for Jamie.

  It had nothing to do with him flying her in a private jet to a ball game, and everything to do with how much fun he was to be with when they got there.

  She didn’t want their time to end.

  And she didn’t know what to do about it.

  * * *

  Two days after flying Lucy to New York, Jamie was in his office when his father called.

  “Well, I got a call from Tom Landry over at the EPA offices today. At your request, we’ve been checking into the practices of the old auto-manufacturing plant in Summitville, and it looks like your suspicions were correct. Even though its distillation system technically met EPA standards, the runoff from the plant significantly diminished the quality of the land around it. That includes fields that were previously used for farming and are now lying empty.”

  “Right,” Jamie said. “And that means even though our distillation system is environmentally friendly, there’s going to continue to be reduced plant production and profit for those nearby farms. Can we rehabilitate the land before we begin operation—assuming that we’re even granted that right by the town council?”

  “We could, but that would be expensive. Very expensive. I’m not sure I’m willing to spend that kind of money on a project that may or may not get off the ground. If the town council commits beforehand, maybe, otherwise…”

  “You know this project is important to me, Dad. My goal isn’t just to profit our company, but help the residents of Summitville. I’d like to explore repairing the land that’s been damaged.”

  “Before we’re guaranteed a presence in the town?”

  “That’s right. It’s a calculated risk. But it’s also something I feel strongly about.”

  And his father knew why. After only a brief hesitation, his father said, “You do what you think is right, Jamie.”

  “Thank you, Dad. That means a lot to me.”

  “You mean a lot to me, son. It’s good to be working with you again. I’m proud of you. Proud of what you stand for.”

  After ending the call with his father, Jamie finished packing up his things, then called Lucy. “Hi. I’m about to catch my flight and should be at your apartment within the next few hours. How does shrimp scampi and rice sound?”

  “Fabulous.”

  “Great. The restaurant’s close to the airport. Do you want me to send a driver over to pick you up and drop you off at the restaurant?”

  She chuckled. “I let you fly me across the country to one ballgame, Jamison, and suddenly you think you need to send a car to drive me to a restaurant? I can get there myself, but thank you.”

  Glad she hadn’t really been offended by his offer to send a driver, Jamie said “I’ll meet you at the restaurant at seven.” He couldn’t wait.

  * * *

  On her way to the restaurant, Lucy stopped at her favorite bakery and bought some cookies and a can of whipped cream, which she secreted in her purse. She knew she and Jamie would drive back to her place together, and she didn’t want him catching on to her plans.

  As always, dinner with Jamie was fun and relaxing. They filled their dinnertime talking about work and Lucy’s niece. Lucy was already looking forward to another visit with Milly the following weekend. Thanks to Jamie, Diana had agreed to let them take the baby to the zoo for their visit. Lucy couldn’t wait.

  As the waiter cleared their table, Jamie asked, “Lucy, would you go to Summitville with me this weekend?”

  Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise. Jamie had told her a little bit more about the factory Whitcomb Enterprises was seeking to open in Summitville, a small town in Michigan. But the last time he’d spoken of it, he’d said his meeting with the town council wouldn’t take place for several weeks. “I thought your meeting with the town council wasn’t until next month.”

  “Something unexpected came up that I need to take care of and I’d really like your company.”

  Good thing she had no plans for the upcoming weekend. In fact, the only plans she ever seemed to have involved Jamie, and she’d been enjoying that immensely. “Well, sure. You’ve been there for me, so I’m happy to do anything I can to help you. Though I really don’t think you need me. You’re wonderful. I’m sure the people from Summitville will love you once they get to know you better.”

  “Now that’s a nice thing to say. I think it deserves a kiss.”

  He leaned over and lightly touched his lips to hers. When he lifted his head, she barely stopped herself from pulling him back down.

  She knew the fact that he kept flying up from Los Angeles to see her was something she should call a halt to, but they’d both agreed that as long as they were pretending to be engaged, they had free rein when it came to sex. And even though what she felt for him was way beyond sex, and even though she knew the same was true for Jamie, she loved being with him too much to protest.

  After dinner, they took a cab back to her place. Once they were safely inside, she poured him a glass of wine and they sat on the couch.

  “Dinner was nice, wasn’t it?”

  “Wonderful,” she said.

  “I like it that you love to eat.”

  “Yeah, I guess I should be more worried about gaining weight. It’ll happen someday…”

  “Even if it does, you’ll never
be anything less than gorgeous.”

  “Why, Professor, what a nice thing to say.”

  “Just stating the facts,” he said.

  “Hmm. Well, I’m interested in what you’ll think of this.” She produced the cookies and whipped cream can from her purse and set them on the coffee table.

  He stared at them for a minute, then picked up the cookies, handed her one, and said, “I think we should eat these damn cookies so we can move on to that whipped cream.”

  He took a huge bite of his peanut butter cookie, then held it out for her to try. She did the same to the white chocolate macadamia. After the cookies had been devoured, he said, “Nice, but I’m still hungry.”

  “Me, too,” she whispered.

  “Where do you want to have the rest of our dessert? In the bedroom or on the dining room table?”

  The thought of being spread out on her dining room table and covered in whipped cream made Lucy moan. “You’re turning into quite the little sex fiend,” she breathed out.

  “Only with you, Luce. Only with you.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Jamie kissed her even as he grabbed the can of whipped cream. He couldn’t wait until the can was completely empty, and his head was spinning with images of all the areas he could lick the cream off Lucy.

  Lucy grinned against his mouth as he walked them into the bedroom, making him think she was probably envisioning the same thing.

  When they reached their destination, Jamie laid her down on the bed and kissed her softly while they removed each other’s clothes. Finally, when they were both completely naked, he handed the can of whipped cream to her and said, “Show me where you want my mouth.”

  Lucy took the can, and with an impish grin, she drew a circle of whipped cream around her right nipple.

  To Jamie, it was the perfect place to start.

  He leaned in and softly kissed her nipple, pausing to lick the excess cream from his lips before going back to lick the rest of the cream off. When it was clean, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and continued to tongue her. While he was doing that, Lucy moaned but kept the presence of mind to draw another whipped cream circle on her other nipple, this time making it a little thicker so it would take more time for him to lick it all off. By the time he finished with that one, Lucy was squirming.

  She handed him the can and said, “Your turn now.”

  He took the can, shook it and then squirted the cream onto his pecs. She circled her tongue first around one and then the other of his sensitive nipples, making little “yummy” noises as she did. Jamie’s cock throbbed a little harder each time her sexy tongue flicked across him. Watching her tasting him was a big turn-on, as well.

  By the time she was finished, he was ready to get inside of her, but Lucy still wanted to play. She took the can from him and after lying back, she drew a line from the center of her breasts to the top of her mound. Jamie immediately began lapping it up, moving his tongue in lingering circles down to her abdomen. When the whipped cream was gone, he paused with his lips just short of her engorged clit. Lucy couldn’t wait—she touched herself. Jamie kissed her fingers as she worked her clit. She tried to push his face down and get him to go lower with his tongue.

  Pulling away from her, he took the can again. He squirted a line from his right knee up his inner thigh then across the very bottom of his abdomen and back down his left leg.

  Always up for a challenge, Lucy started at his knee. She didn’t just lick; she flicked her tongue along his leg, taking the cream into her mouth with sexy little thrusts of her tongue. The whole time, she squeezed her breasts, tweaking and pinching her own nipples.

  “God, you kill me. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jamie said. Even to himself, he sounded like he was having to push out each word.

  She lifted her head, smiled, and licked the cream off her lips. Then she went back to work. When she made it to the area just above his cock, she began licking rapidly, like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. Jamie groaned, and his cock was leaking pre-come like crazy. Grabbing the whipped cream again, he looked at her…and then covered his cock in cream.

  Lucy moved in for the kill.

  First she licked off the cream from base to tip. Then she circled her tongue around the tip several times before working her way back down again. Jamie moaned loudly. Once Lucy had the cream off his cock, she sucked him completely into her mouth. He made a sharp, almost animalistic sound. He only lasted a few minutes before he gasped and found his release.

  He filled her mouth with come and she swallowed it just as easily as she had the cream.

  Lucy held him in her mouth, sucking gently as his body recharged. When he was ready to start up again, he picked up the whipped cream again and said, “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”

  After she did as he said, he sprayed the cream from the top of her mound all the way to her ass. Then he dove in, starting to lick at the outsides of her lips. Every time he came close to her clit, she shuddered. Finally, when he had the outsides of her pussy all cleaned off, he rubbed his cock against her hard clit, teasing it again and again until she begged him to suck it.

  “Okay, baby. Hang on, I’ll take care of you.” Bending down, he sucked on it lightly at first. Lucy cried out and grabbed his head in both her hands, driving his face deeper between her legs. He took the hint and left her clit to thrust his tongue inside of her, probing as deeply as he could.

  “Yes, Jamie! Oh yes, baby! It feels so fucking good!”

  Jamie moved his mouth back up and slipped a finger inside her, continuing to suck and nibble on her clit. When he added a second finger, she began to move her hips up and down. “Oh yeah, baby, finger-fuck me. Make me come!”

  He used his palm to massage her clit as he moved his fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

  “Oh God, Jamie! Right there, baby. That’s the spot!”

  Jamie continued his erotic assault and leaned in to lightly kiss the soft flesh of her supple thighs. He could feel her shudder and shake around his fingers and he loved it. He knew she was close so he pressed down harder on her clit and rubbed it in gentle but firm circles. All her muscles seemed to tighten and then he felt her release against his hand. When she stopped quaking, he pulled his fingers out, ran them across his lips, and then followed them with his tongue.

  Leaning up, he kissed her lips softly. He’d learned she liked to taste herself on him. When she arched into him, he pressed his hard cock against her stomach. She stroked it against them both for a few seconds while they kissed. Finally, recovered from her own orgasm, she spread her legs a little wider. Then she used her hand to guide him into her.

  “Yes,” she said in a breathless voice as only the head of his cock slipped into her. Jamie rocked, penetrating her a little at a time until they were pelvis to pelvis and their bodies were once again dancing in perfect rhythm. Lucy arched her back, and Jamie slid his arm underneath her, pulling her up so they were almost sitting. He sprinkled kisses on her neck, ears and lips as he slid in and out of her.

  Then he groaned. “Wait. Sweet thing, I need to get a condom—”

  “No,” she moaned. “Don’t leave me. I want you like this. I need you…”

  God, she was killing him. The thought of continuing to fuck her bare back, to be able to shoot his load inside of her… “Baby, we have to be smart.”

  “I’m on the pill. And I’m safe, Jamie. I swear. I’ve never—I’ve never let a man come inside me without a condom before. But if you want to…”

  “I want to,” Jamie said, picking up the speed of his thrusts again. “And I’m clean too. I—I’ve never…either…” The idea that they were giving each other something they’d never given to others was so fucking sexy that he felt himself approaching another release far quicker than he wanted to. He tried to hold back, but soon Lucy was there, urging him on.

  “Fill me up, Jamie. Please. Come with me now!”

  That did it. The muscles in his back went taut. She cried out and clenched down
on him as she came. As they came together. Jamie’s body shook, he groaned, and he spilled himself inside her.

  * * *

  Jamie woke up to an empty bed and the smell of bacon. He smiled, thinking about Lucy cooking. He’d never even thought to ask her if she cooked. He wouldn’t admit it to her, but for some reason he’d assumed she didn’t.

  He got up, pulled on his pants, and followed the scent out to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and just watched Lucy for a few minutes while she didn’t know he was there. She was wearing his shirt. Her legs were bare, she didn’t have on any make-up, and her hair was disheveled.

  She looked so pretty he immediately considered picking her up and carrying her back to the bedroom.

  He smiled when she stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth, concentrating as she measured pancake mix and poured it into a bowl. She must have sensed him standing there, because she suddenly looked up.

  And smiled.

  God, this woman took his breath away.

  He smiled back. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Good morning. I wanted to surprise you.”

  “When that wonderful smell wafted down the hall, I was surprised,”

  “Well, go sit on the balcony and I’ll bring you your coffee. I don’t want you in the kitchen.”

  Jamie laughed. “I had no idea what a domestic goddess you were.”

  “Get out before I hit you in the head with a frying pan,” she said with a sweet smile.

  “Kinky, but I’m game if you are.”

  She narrowed her eyes and flicked a kitchen towel at him as he walked to the sliding door of her balcony. It was a gorgeous, sunny morning. Lucy brought him his coffee and a kiss, and then she went back to the kitchen. Minutes later, the food on the table, she sat across from him.

  “Do your parents have servants, like housekeepers and cooks?”

  “Yes, they do,” he answered somewhat cautiously, not sure where she was headed.

  She shrugged and said, “We had all of that, too, so I never really learned how to cook. When I started living on my own, I had to eat a lot of Top Ramen while I learned. I know she’s just a baby, but I want Milly to be self-sufficient. Make sure she knows how to cook. How to do her own laundry. How to survive in the world and make it on her own.”