Exotic: Billionaire Alpha Male Romance (The Pleasure Series Book 2)

by Ryli Jordan

  "Why don't you just come over here?" Kate asked peevishly.

  "It's neutral territory," I said. "It's just an impersonal hotel room. And anyways, that means that you can leave whenever you want to, without things being awkward. I thought you would appreciate that."

  "That makes sense," Kate said after a long moment. "But I swear, any sort of funny business when I get there... I'm not having sex with you, understand?"

  "Okay," I agreed, because I knew it was the only way to get her to come over. Anyway, I knew that I had hurt her before, with my insistence that we never have sex again. I could only hope that she would be willing to give me a second chance.

  But I was sure everything would change once we were face-to-face with one another again. If we'd still been feeling such a level of attraction for one another when I was over in London, when we'd only met briefly in that week leading up to our parents' wedding, I knew that when we were in the same room with one another, there was no way we'd be able to deny our needs.

  I smiled a little and went to clean up a little before her arrival.

  Chapter Eleven

  DAVID

  The plan was to talk about the whole London thing before we fell into bed together. I definitely didn't mean to just fall into bed with her again without talking, as much as I might want to. But the very sight of her, in a cute little dress and boots, had me half-hard in my pants already, and watching her bend over to slowly undo her boots and slide them off was the breaking point.

  I came up behind her, grasping her hips. "You have such perfect curves," I told her, still marveling at them.

  "David," Kate said warningly, but I didn't miss the way she shifted back slightly so that my needy cock rested in the warm cleft between the firm mounds of her ass. But then she stood up, turning to face me. "I'm here so we can talk," she reminded me.

  "I know, I know," I said, dragging my eyes from her lush lips up to meet her gaze. I tried a cheeky smile. "But don't you think we could talk better if we got rid of some of this sexual tension between us?" I reached out and lightly dragged the pad of my thumb along her jawline, hearing her breath hitch just the minutest amount. "I'm already hard and ready, and I can tell that you want this just as much. I know you wore that outfit just to tease me, but I bet you're already damp down in those pretty panties of yours."

  She looked guilty for a moment, and I couldn't control my urges. I pressed her back against the wall, stroking a hand down her side. "Tell me to stop," I whispered, leaning in to kiss her. "As soon as you ask, I will."

  Instead, she whimpered breathily into the kiss, turning her head to the side to deepen it before I even tried. I slid my hand down between her legs and found that she was just as wet as I'd predicted.

  Kate's head dropped back, revealing the long line of her throat. "Please," she begged, her fingers clutching my biceps.

  I grinned ferally at her and set about divesting her of her clothing. When we were both naked, I pressed her back against the wall again, ignoring the fact that we were still standing in the entrance to my suite of rooms. I didn't think we could make it to the bed, or even to the couch, which wasn't that far away. Those twenty steps were a marathon, with the fire coursing through my veins. I needed to take her right there if I wanted to slake my lust.

  I lifted her hips and guided her down onto my throbbing member, unable to wait any longer. I rested my forehead against her clavicle, groaning softly.

  "I need your dick inside me," Kate moaned urgently.

  "Just...give me a second," I told her breathlessly, feeling like if either one of us moved even a little, I would climax already. She couldn't know how good she felt, with the walls of her tight pussy squeezed around me, her entire lady-garden slick with need.

  I pinned her hips in place and then slowly rocked up into her. This time, we both groaned. I couldn't help grinning at her, wanting to make some quip about whether she still wanted to refrain from having sex, but I didn't want to spoil the moment. Instead, I continued to slide in and out of her depths, changing the pace to keep her guessing.

  "I'm so close," Kate moaned suddenly, her fingers desperately digging into my muscular shoulders as she scrambled to find any sort of purchase that would allow her to control our movements.

  I tightened my grip on her hips and bent my knees a little further, rocking up into her with more force and speed than I previously had. That was enough to push her over the edge, but I wasn't quite there yet. I continued to push her through her orgasm, but then I pulled out.

  "What–" Kate said breathlessly, but before she could finish the question, I pushed her down onto her hands and knees on the plush rug there in the hall. Then, I slotted the tip of my dick in between her legs and thrust inside with one smooth motion. Kate whimpered in overstimulation, but pleas for more kept falling from her lips.

  I set a ruthless pace, draping myself down over her back so I could get the angle just right and she could feel me fully seated inside of her warm folds. On each thrust, I swiveled my hips slightly to the side so that my tip pressed along the inner walls of her slit. The dual stimulation against the head of my manhood combined with the feeling of her walls encasing me brought me quickly to the very edge of my orgasm.

  I spent a couple moments trying to think of anything unsexy that I could, wanting to wring another orgasm out of Kate as well before I allowed myself to climax. But my mind went completely blank; all I could think about was Kate, with her sweet scent around me and her warm skin beneath me and those little noises that she made still falling from her lips and urging me on.

  A couple more thrusts, and I could feel my balls begin to stutter against her hips, my seed spilling hot as I buried myself deep inside of her in one final thrust. But it was enough to bring Kate off as well.

  "Oh fuck!" she wailed, sounding genuinely surprised as her body tensed beneath mine and she experienced another incredible climax. I could feel her trembling as she collapsed even further down against the floor, seemingly unable to keep herself up anymore.

  I squeezed her hand in mine, not even sure when we'd linked fingers. Slowly, I brought my eyes back open and rolled off of her and onto my back on the soft rug.

  We lay there after the perfect, dual orgasm. "That was...amazing," I said quietly. Kate hummed an agreement. But the further I came down off my orgasm, the more I struggled to think of what to say to Kate now. How could I just blurt out my desire to have her come over with me? Now it was just going to seem like another sex-induced plan, as though I hadn't thought this through.

  “The London office is really coming together, and we're starting to pick up some interesting clients," I said, hoping I could make her see that I really had been thinking about the future in London, about us in London. "It won't be long now until we're able to really start netting some big fish. It's likely going to be very profitable for GDC. And I'm proud of that.”

  When I glanced over, Kate looked mildly confused at my abrupt change in topic from sex to work, but she shrugged. “You should be proud,” she said. “I mean, it sounds like you've really taken on a lot of responsibility over there.”

  Yeah, well, I've been in the company for nearly ten years now,” I pointed out. “And I'm good at what I do.”

  “Must be nice, coming back home for a little while, though,” Kate mused. “You get to do all those things you don't do over there. Eat Mexican food. Drive on the right side of the road.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, those are definitely bonuses. Although now I'm so used to driving on the left side of the road that it's almost just as confusing trying to retrain myself to drive on the right side. And like I said, I thought I was going to have more time to just sit around in my underwear and watch shitty TV or something, but instead, I keep getting dragged into all of these family bonding experiences. That's been...nicer than expected, though.”

  “Yeah, it’s been fun getting to bond. Not just with you, either; Alex and Luke are great.” Kate grinned slyly over at me. “That's the only reason I kee
p tumbling into bed with you—much-needed bonding experiences and all.”

  I snorted, sliding a hand down her side and then boldly in between her legs. Kate squirmed, still clearly a bit oversensitive after coming so many times already. “I can't imagine that you're enjoying yourself here,” I teased. I wanted to ask her about London, but I didn't feel like the timing was really right. Better to keep things light for now, have a good afternoon and use that maybe as a base to build on.

  Kate groaned and pressed down against my fingers, her hands coming up to press against her face as though that was the only thing grounding her at the moment. “God,” she breathed. “I don't even know if I can possibly come again.”

  “You can,” I said confidently, grinning at her. I leaned down to tug one of her nipples with my teeth, causing her to moan and arch against the rug.

  She fisted a hand in the back of my hair, tugging just this side of painful. “Show me,” she begged, urging me forwards with her heels until my prick was pressed against her slick pussy. “Please, David, I need it so bad.”

  I grinned and plunged my fingers into her, pushing her towards higher and higher levels of pleasure.

  That evening, I left Kate angelically sleeping against the sheets, and although there was still a lot that we would need to talk about, I was feeling better about our situation.

  I went over to Dad's place to talk about some future contract deals. Anna had been texting, but I ignored her completely, finding that I just wasn't interested in her in the face of what Kate and I had.

  “You look exhausted,” Linda said as I entered the sitting room. She frowned at me. “Haven't you been sleeping? You know, I really think you shouldn't be staying in a hotel for so long. We have plenty of space here, and I'm sure it would be more comfortable...”

  There was no way I was telling her that I was sleeping just fine, only the two-hour nap I'd had late that afternoon had done little to help me recover from the five orgasms I had had with her daughter. I was jealous of Kate, whose face when I'd left had still been utterly relaxed in the type of deep sleep that only true contentment could bring. I hadn't had the nerve to tell her my wish for her to come to London with me, but we'd had a wonderful, blissful day.

  “I've been sleeping all right,” I said. When she looked unconvinced, I tried a lie: “I had to conference with some potential clients who live in England. They only had morning availability at the moment, so that meant I had to get up in the middle of the night to call them since I'm not currently in England. But I couldn't trust this project to someone else.”

  Linda frowned. “It seems really demanding of them to make you do something like that during the holidays,” she said.

  I shrugged. “You don't know the advertising business like I do,” I said. “If I didn't agree to do the call on their terms—in the morning, on a date when they had availability—there would have been someone else who was more than happy to meet with them at that time, and then they would have gotten hired on to that project instead of GDC. I couldn't let that happen.”

  I felt kind of bad lying to her, but it was for her own sake.

  Fortunately, it was enough to satisfy Linda. Now that we were all there, sans Kate, we moved over into the dining room, with Linda keeping up a steady stream of chatter about the evening's menu, the weather, and other chit-chatty conversation topics. In the meantime, Kate knocked and let herself in, joining us in the dining room. Perfect timing and clearly not forced. She should have had plenty of extra time to rest, and it wasn't apparent that we'd spent the afternoon together.

  She was looking resplendent that night in a burgundy sweater, with her hair tugged back into a somewhat haphazard French braid. She had on a little makeup around her eyes and on her cheeks, although she didn’t need it. I wondered what could have prompted her to do so. She usually dressed pretty plainly, especially when it was unlikely that she'd be photographed like she might at one of the larger events. Personally, I was always more than happy for her to be fuck-ready in sweats and makeup-less.

  Which had me wondering if she was going to do something else that evening after she had dinner with us. She couldn't possibly have a date or something like that, could she? The thought bothered me in ways that I wasn't ready to examine.

  “What?” Kate asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow at me.

  I paused, aware that I'd been staring, and cleared my throat. “Uh, I just wanted to say...you look particularly pretty tonight.” It was a stupid thing to say, with our parents sitting right there, but hopefully, it would seem innocent enough. She was glowing, and I couldn’t completely confirm that it was from the pounding, sucking, licking, and touching that we had done earlier.

  Linda smiled encouragingly at me. “She does look pretty, doesn't she?” she said. She winked at her daughter. “See if you can get her to tell you what the occasion is, though; she always refuses to tell us anything.”

  Kate rolled her eyes. “Mom, do I need to have a reason to dress up a little nicer?” she asked. She frowned. “This isn't even really that much nicer; I just threw on jeans and a sweater.”

  “And a little makeup,” I helpfully supplied. “And you did your hair.”

  Kate shrugged again, but I thought I detected a hint of a smirk there.

  Over the course of the evening, I definitely felt a heightened sense of attraction around her. I couldn't seem to stop thinking ahead to the next time I'd be able to claim her lips or open her up in front of me. And part of that heightened sense of attraction stemmed from the nervous tension between us, because of this secret game that we were playing. I could only hope that no one else was any wiser about it.

  By the end of the evening, I found myself wishing just that everything was out in the open about our relationship, about my feelings, about London. When it was time to leave, I gave Linda and Dad quick hugs and then nodded at Kate before scurrying out the front door.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Hey, David!” Kate called from the porch as I was opening the driver's side door. I knew we needed to talk at some point, but it didn’t seem like the right time. I started to pretend as though I hadn't heard her, but when I glanced back towards the porch, I saw that Dad and Linda were still there behind her in the doorway watching us.

  I looked at them, jealous. They had a relationship that I wanted. Something real. I could see it in my dad’s eyes and the way he talked to Linda. “What's up?” I asked, my tone neutral not to sound overly excited.

  “Would you mind giving me a ride home?” Kate asked, her voice sickly sweet. “It's just so cold this evening...”

  “Sure,” I yelled out behind the door. “Get in.” Kate walks from the house and slowly towards the car, swinging her hips exaggeratedly as she went. “I really appreciate it,” she said, still using that fake tone of voice.

  “How did you get here?” I quizzed once we were both in the car, the doors slammed shut around us.

  “What do you mean?” Kate asked innocently. “I took an uber.”

  “That was smart,” I smile. “Look, I need to talk to you, okay? It has to do with Christmas night, and I don't think we quite resolved anything after your petty exit.”

  “You kicked me out!” Kate laughed a little, then paused and glanced out the window. “Do you remember where my house is?”

  I loosened my grip and put the car in drive. Her laugh and tone made me think I could tell her the truth this time. “Of course I remember where it is,” I muttered. “So what's so important?”

  Kate looked at me and then peered out in front of us. “No—it's a left here, not a right.”

  I frowned but then swerved in the direction that she'd indicated. Vaguely, I realized that I did, in fact, recognize that little house on the corner, but I wouldn't have remembered that this was the way to go unless it had been for Kate reminding me.

  To be fair, I was distracted, though. In these close quarters, it seemed like all I could smell was the scent of her perfume, a gentle touch of vanilla that was subtl
e and yet overwhelming in the confines of my normally sterile, leather-scented car.

  Kate was silent for a long moment. She fidgeted and gripped a lock of her hair. “Can I come inside?” I asked, wondering how I was supposed to get her to speak. She didn't seem to want to tell me about whatever was on her mind, but it apparently was something that I just had to know. And I was hoping my own confessions would come out smoothly too, and that I would be able to invite her to come to London with me.

  “I want you with me in London,” I finally blurted out. When I looked over, her cheeks were a bit flushed, and she was staring straight ahead of herself. “We would need to discuss things, figure out some way to tell our parents about it so that it doesn't seem suspicious. We would need to–"

  “Um what? You are confusing me.” Kate said.

  I blinked at her, feeling utterly flummoxed. "What do you mean?" I asked. I shook my head and ran a hand back through my hair. "Jesus, Kate. Of course, I want you to come with me. It was just a lot at once during Christmas. Like I said, there's just a lot that we have to think about–"

  "You don't want me to come with you," Kate interrupted. "You want someone to come with you, sure. You want to have an easy fuck-buddy while you're over there. Someone you can call up with a moment's notice who'll come over and fuck you until you're raw and finally relaxed. But that's not me, and I'm not coming to London for that."

  "That's not what I'm asking," I said exasperatedly. "If you would just listen to me–"

  “I'm going to London anyways," Kate said, interrupting me again. "I'm young. I've never really had the chance to travel before—because unlike some people, I didn't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth—and the idea of living in a foreign city... Like I said, my office has positions over there that I thought I might be able to be transferred to. So I asked my boss about it. Figured there was no harm in trying. And they've agreed to send me over there for at least a year.” She fixed me with a challenging stare. “It's not up for discussion,” she told me. “I just wanted to make sure you knew.”