The Billionaire From Chicago: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (United States Of Billionaires Book 6)
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“Not to make things awkward, but you look incredible.” She looked at him with a shy smile. He turned toward her and his cheeks went a little pink.
“Every man looks good in a tuxedo,” he told her with a slight chuckle. “The bathroom is all yours.”
She nodded and took her dress and herself into the bathroom to get ready for their night out. A while later she emerged and when he turned to look at her, she took his breath away and he could not speak at all.
She was wearing a strapless red gown with a sweetheart neckline that enhanced the upper curves of her breasts, while the satin material of the gown hugged her figure closely, snug against her narrow waist and full hips.
It hung almost to the floor, showing the tips of her matching shoes, though there was a long slit that ran up the front of the gown to the middle of her thigh. Her hair was curled about her head like a dark halo, her makeup gave her face a beautiful healthy glow, and around her neck was a thin gold necklace that had once been her mother’s.
She took a few steps toward Connor and he forced himself to take a breath as his eyes traveled slowly over her body until they reached her shy smile and her gray blue eyes.
“How is this? Do you think it will be alright?” she asked in uncertainty.
He nodded stiffly.
“You are stunning. I think you’ll probably be the most beautiful woman at the entire banquet.”
She laughed a little and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he walked toward her. He held out his arm and she slipped her hand through the crook of it. “Shall we go?” he asked with a smile.
No matter how much he was drawn to her, no matter how much even the sight of her turned him on, no matter how much he wanted her, he knew that they would have a good time even just being friends that night. She seemed to understand that, and to feel the same way, and she gave him a wide smile as they walked down the hall of their hotel toward the banquet.
Chapter4
The banquet was being held in two separate ballrooms that had been opened up to create one large space, specifically to accommodate the massive number of guests attending. When Connor and Catalina arrived at the door, they found that their names had been added to the list by the friend of Connor’s who had gotten them invited to the event, and they were given their table and seat numbers.
As they walked through the gracious room, through the rich and luxurious décor, she looked around and felt slightly out of place, and it made her lean a little closer to Connor, who loved that she sought comfort from him, but was intent on keeping their bond platonic.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Are you nervous?”
She nodded subtly and looked at him, biting her lower lip slightly which made him desperately want to do the same to her. “I’m a little nervous, aren’t you?” she asked honestly.
He shook his head. “No, I’ve been to several of these kinds of things before, and this one is no different. It’s just a bunch of wealthy people trying to push their own agendas and add names and faces and money to their own political stances. I’m just here for the food and the event. Just like you.” He nodded down at the camera on her shoulder.
She smiled and laughed then and nodded. “So look at it like a job?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. He nodded and gave her a wink and she felt the butterflies stirring inside of her, though she tried to keep them down.
They took their seats at the table they had been assigned to, and they were both glad to see that it was in a perfect location for her to photograph the speakers that would be addressing the crowd throughout the night.
Dinner was served, and it was undeniably the most exquisite meal she had ever seen or eaten. She felt like she was in some kind of living dream, sitting at such a fine table, beside such a gorgeous man who was completely enraptured by her, in a room where a live orchestra was playing off to one side, and where she was working at her dream job. None of it actually seemed that real to her, but she enjoyed every single moment of it all the same.
When they had eaten their fill and indulged in a few glasses of champagne each, he looked at her, as he had been doing all night, trying to make himself remember all of the reasons he had given her why they should remain platonic, and he threw just a little caution to the wind and asked her to dance. She grinned at him and nodded, and he took her by the hand and walked her toward the dance floor where the live orchestra was performing excellent renditions of American Songbook classics.
As they stepped onto the dance floor, he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him just a little, taking her hand into his and turning her slowly around the dance floor as the orchestra played, ‘The Way You Look Tonight’.
Connor smiled down at her and shook his head a little. She gave him a grin back and tipped her chin up toward him.
“What?” she asked curiously, wondering what he was thinking.
“This song… it couldn’t be more perfect. No matter what happens with us, I’m never going to forget the way that you look tonight,” he told her softly, his eyes captured by her gaze. She smiled back at him and shook her head.
“I’m never going to forget the way that you look tonight either. Very James Bond. Very handsome, bordering on strikingly beautiful.” She gazed up at him through her thick eyelashes.
He lowered his brow and gave her a funny look. “Men aren’t beautiful, are they?”
She raised one of her brows to counter him, smiled and leaned close to him, sliding her hand along the top of his shoulder toward his neck. “You are,” she told him quietly, and he caught his breath and turned his head away from her slightly.
They had been able to keep up most of the pretenses of a platonic relationship all throughout the day until that point, and it was then that all of the champagne they had indulged in during their dinner feast began to make them light headed and warm.
The music continued and they swayed together, closer and closer as the songs wrapped them in romantic strings of light and hints of romantic love. Catalina had finally gotten so close to him during their dancing that his mouth was almost against her cheek, and in his champagne-induced bliss, he told himself that one kiss on her cheek was not going to do any damage, or cause any problems, and that if she didn’t mind it, it was simply a show of light affection toward her.
He turned his head slightly, his warm breath on her skin, and he pressed his lips softly against her cheek. She closed her eyes and let the feel of his gentle kiss sweep through her, carrying her on romantic wings as she swayed in his arms, and it was the most natural thing in the world when she turned her face slightly toward his and kissed his cheek in return, making him hold his breath as the feel of her lips on his skin sent a wave of warmth through him.
A moment later, they had each hesitated as long as they could before giving in to one another and turning their faces toward each other just enough that their lips brushed lightly, touching only part-way before they turned fully to one another and he covered her mouth with his, kissing her tenderly and sweetly as he stopped his dance with her and held her there on the floor. Everything in her still felt as if it was dancing and twirling all through her, making her rise up off the ground, and she held herself to him a little more tightly.
He held her closer, and parted her lips with his, tasting her tongue before teasing her a little with the tip of his and then deepening their kiss. It was a long, slow, sensual kiss and they savored each other before they parted from one another, their eyes locking on each other as they tried to catch their breath.
He blinked a few times as if he was trying to remember something, something very important, and then as her eyes grew sad, he let his arms go loose around her and he stepped back a little, shaking his head.
“I… I did it again. I’m so sorry. I just… you’re so breathtaking tonight… I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.” He looked at her with pangs of regret and downcast eyes. She reached for his hand and held it tightly in hers, looking directly at him.
He sighed and looked away from her.
Catalina smiled at him and tugged at his hand. “Come on, let’s get some more champagne.” He readily agreed, thinking that it would ease the need that was rapidly growing in him for her.
More than a bottle of champagne was shared between them before they decided to call it a night and head out of the banquet hall after spending at least an hour talking to several of the politicians in the room. They were ready to leave and get some fresh air.
When they got to their room, he let go of her hand and walked to the desk that faced the window. It was snowing so heavily outside that he couldn’t see further than two feet.
“It’s looking like it will be more than six inches of snow.”
She did not respond to him and he turned around to look at her. She was walking toward him with a look in her eyes that made him weak in the knees. His whole body tensed, his blood began to pump swiftly through him as his heart raced and he turned fully to face her.
“What are you doing, young lady?” he asked in a whisper as she reached him.
She smiled seductively and shook her head as she reached for his bow tie. “I’m just helping you a little, she said as she tugged at it and it came open in her hand. She gazed up at him and he tried to remember to breathe as her fingers moved over the buttons on his shirt and she opened each one carefully, pulling his shirt wide open as each button gave way.
Connor watched her as she leaned close to him and when her lips touched the skin on his chest, he wanted to protest, but not as much as he wanted to feel her kissing him, and he closed his eyes and reached his hands toward her waist.
He pulled her closer to him as he ran his fingers over the satin that covered her body. Her mouth moved slowly over his chest as she reached the end of the buttons and slid his black jacket off of his shoulders and down his arms. He sighed quietly as she reached her hands beneath his shirt and carefully slid it over his shoulders, following the path his jacket had taken.
“Does this feel good?” she whispered as her lips and tongue tasted the flesh on his chest.
He moaned softly and let his hands slide down the satin on her hips until they were filled with her ass and he pulled her against him tightly. She felt his erection hard against her and she smiled.
“Ohhhh… that does feel good,” she said as she looked up at him and lifted her mouth to meet his. This time there was no hesitation, this time there was no way he could fight it; he wanted her too much, and she was beginning to taste like the best night of his life. He moved himself against her a few times, rubbing firmly on her and making her moan softly before he dropped one of his hands to the front of her dress where the slit in the material ran up her leg.
“I looked at this part of your dress so many times tonight, wishing I could touch you here….” he told her in a heated whisper against her lips as he kissed her and let his fingers slide up beneath the material. She moaned again in response and pressed herself closer against him.
“Touch me…” she pleaded with him as she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. He felt like everything in him had fallen right through the floor at his feet. He could barely breathe as he pushed his hand between her thighs and his fingertips found the satin panties she was wearing.
He gasped and she let her head fall back as she smiled and pulled his head to the upper swells of her breasts. His mouth took them over as he ran his tongue slowly along the curves of each breast while his determined fingertips slipped beneath her panties and he began to rub her skin, slipping the ends of his fingers inside of her and feeling the hot moisture there. It made him want her even more.
Connor walked with her to the bed and unzipped her out of her dress, sliding it off her and then standing back to gaze at her body and take her in. He shook his head as his eyes caressed her the way his hands were touching her, and he smiled. “You are exquisite.” He leaned close to her. “Better than my dreams,” he told her honestly as he stepped out of his pants.
She looked at him in surprise as he lowered her to the bed. “You dreamed about me?”
He smiled at her and kissed her mouth. “So many times.”
She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she parted her thighs and curled her legs around him, feeling his erection hard against her body. She began to move her hips, rubbing herself against him, covering his shaft with her wetness, making him groan with need for her.
“Catalina…” he whispered her name in such need as his hands cupped her breasts, bringing them to his mouth as he sucked and bit gently at her nipples. “You make me want you too much and I would love to enjoy you slowly; I want to savor every single thing about you…” he said as he kissed her breasts slowly and completely, running the width of his tongue from one full breast to the other, teasing and taunting her nipples until she was gasping in happiness.
Connor’s mouth moved further down her body, softly kissing her belly as he moved over it slowly, taking his time until he finally reached the place he wanted most to be, and he covered her with his mouth, driving his tongue deep into her and making her cry out in pleasure as she curled her fingers in his hair and moved her hips against his hard and hungry kisses. His tongue was fast and strong in her, stealing her breath away as he tasted her deeply, making her writhe until the bliss culminated so much in her that she gasped and came hard, trembling in his hands.
He looked up from her then with ravenous eyes, and a hard stare that she knew meant he could wait for her no longer. He raised himself back up to cover her body with his and she reached her hand down between their legs, wrapping her fingers snugly around his stiffness, massaging it firmly, stroking it from tip to core until he groaned and kissed her hard, demanding her surrender.
Then she lifted her hips and he thrust himself into the dark wet depths of her, filling all of her and driving himself so deep into her that she could not breathe or even move at first, she could only gasp for breath, holding her hands tightly on his shoulders as they began to rock together, their fantasies and dreams coming true in each other’s arms.
They wrestled in their love making, tossing and turning over in the queen-sized bed, him above her, pushing himself all the way into her, her riding him, her body fully against his while he sucked hard at her breasts and held her ass tight in his hands, rocking it hard against him. They loved long into the night until neither of them could hold back their passion any longer, and they came together, their releases long and breathtaking as they clung to one another, losing themselves in the ecstasy of their passion. When their breath returned to them, they held each other close and laid back together in the bed, smiling and kissing softly, gazing at each other and holding each other until they fell asleep in one another’s arms.
Both of them slept deeply, having exhausted themselves with each other and having satisfied the desire that had haunted them since their trip had begun, they were peaceful until the morning light touched them and woke them from their sweet dreams.
She opened her eyes first and found herself naked in his arms, and she smiled bigger than she ever had. It was everything she had wanted with him and it was real. Bliss rushed through her, and it was followed by morning’s desire. She gave him a naughty smile as he slept, and slowly and carefully moved down to the space between his legs, taking him into her mouth, kissing him softly and making him grow hard as he moaned in his sleep.
He woke to her tongue caressing his growing erection in long strokes, until he was fully aroused, and then she took all of him in her mouth and gave him such intense pleasure that he nearly came in her mouth before he pulled her up to him and parted her legs over his groin, pushing himself up into her and making her sigh happily as he filled all of her again, and they began to move once mo
re, no longer brand new lovers, the two of them moving with confidence and hunger, passion and insatiable drive until sweat covered them both, their breath was long gone, and their bodies were hot with fire and love. Then he came in her, deep in her, and she felt the hot fluid spilling all over inside of her, and the feel of it made her come again, squeezing his erection with her body until they were both sated and relaxed into pure happiness.
He looked at her and gave her a puzzled look as they rested in each other’s arms. “Why did we wait so long to do this? I told you we should have started doing this your first day of college, but you never listen to me,” he said semi-seriously.
She gasped in mock offense and gently bashed him with a soft pillow. He laughed at her and pulled her close to him, kissing her tenderly for a long while. “I don’t ever want to leave,” he told her quietly as he ran his finger over her cheek. “I just want to stay here with you and make love forever. Let’s never go back to the real world.”