Unwrapped by The Billionaire

by Joanna Nicholson

  The greed was written all over his face. Recognizing the signs wasn’t hard when she looked into the mirror every morning and didn’t like what she was seeing looking back.

  “You’re not the only one in this and you wouldn’t have the information you need without my prowess on the computer.” Nicholas felt like he was the glue that made up this partnership.

  What he didn’t realize was Claire had a mind of her own and was getting tired of being tethered to a heavy weight around her neck.

  “Tensions are high and the payday is practically in our hands. We can’t let anything stand in our way when we are this close to getting everything we want,” she said. “Nicholas, I will finish this by gauging him every step of the way. It’s possible the check will clear quickly and we can put this city in our rearview mirror. I don’t take anything for granted and there are too many variables.” She had seen things unravel in the past where they were running with the hot breath of the authorities on their neck.

  “I think you’re right and what I need right now is to take my mind off of everything. I saw a massage parlor not too far away. If there’s a God, then there will be a happy ending. It’s not like I’m getting anything here.” They usually burned off that frustration with the giddy thrill of mattress tag. He tried to initiate only to be shot down with a glare to freeze any man to the spot.

  “I’m not in the mood for your childish antics. You know the very thought of you touching me makes me cringe. You’re not even my type,” Claire said. “I’ve only been with you in the past because there wasn’t anything better. I could close my eyes and pretend you were anyone. I’m not saying this to hurt you, but to make it painfully clear what we do is on my terms.” She saw the look of stunned surprise on his face. It felt good to put him in his place.

  He was going to have to reevaluate the partnership. Getting rid of her meant that the money could be his. He had to keep her thinking this was a match made in heaven. He would need to stroke her ego long enough to see the dollar bills.

  He began to feel that it was time to exchange her for a younger and more naïve model to mold into his image. He was going to put sex on the table from the very beginning. He didn’t do that with Claire and wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

  Claire could see the way the Nicholas was looking at her and she could practically read his thoughts. She kept him at a distance to avoid a messy breakup. There was no doubt in her mind that what they had together was fleeting. He was good at what he did, but he was more trouble than he was worth.

  “I’ll do what I always do. It shouldn’t surprise you to learn this life is getting old quickly. I needed time to recharge and you took that away from me. I’m burned out and what I don’t need is for you to maul me like some kind of Neanderthal.” She was putting the finishing touches on her makeup and looking at the face in the mirror.

  “You always get this look right before you go out. It’s almost as if you put on the makeup to prepare yourself for the battle. I couldn’t swear to it, but I get this inkling that maybe you are a little bit too nervous for your own good.” He circled her while she sat in the chair. He could tell she was avoiding his suspicious stare.

  “I’m getting tired of having this same argument. Your part of this job is over and I still have to face him,” Claire said. “The one thing that nobody understands is how hard it is to be like a light switch. I have to turn it on and off. It’s not easy. I may make it look like it is, but there are always butterflies in my stomach.” She was worried. What she had done with Eric had made her realize what she was missing.

  This time it was a red dress with an open back to expose just enough to get his attention. There was no doubt she knew how to handle herself in any situation. She was going to miss having him around. It made her smile every time they looked at each other in the eyes. It was clear she was not going to be able to stick around to see the aftermath.

  “This is not the time to get soft.” Nicholas gave her a scrutinizing look, trying to find a weakness in her expressionless façade.

  “I don’t need you to police my actions and I have been responsible for my own life for as long as I can remember,” she said. “I survive by my wits and my God given instincts. Don’t think for a second that I need you. I could easily cut ties and walk away to do this on my own.” She didn’t bother to look at him as she opened the door, leaving the same way she came in. This partnership was coming to its inevitable conclusion. It was a matter of whether or not she was going to get out of it unscathed.

  Nicholas watched her from the window planning his exit strategy and leaving no witnesses behind was paramount for his plan to work. Disappearing with the money would be child’s play.

  Claire climbed into her rental, a very sporty number that had become one of her secret weapons in her quest for fortune. She still recalled how her face was plastered on wanted posters. Continually changing her look was the only way that she was going to hide in plain sight.

  Gunning the engine, she felt compelled to fishtail out of the motel parking lot. She wanted him to know her anger was not going to subside anytime soon.

  Chapter Seven

  Eric was beside himself with worry. He kept looking at his watch wondering what was taking her so long. His pacing was wearing a path on the gravel. He’d never had such feelings before and it made him anxious. The money was nothing but a spit in the bucket.

  Standing in the presence of the place he wanted to own had given him a sense of peace. He felt like he had her injected into his veins where he couldn’t scratch the itch. It was currently making him more than a little aroused.

  He heard a car approaching and his heart skipped a beat at the very idea that she was going to be standing before him. She was bearing down on his location. He stood his ground. The brakes came on at the last second.

  When the dust settled, he was not more than a couple of inches away from the bumper of her Lexus. If she hadn’t timed it exactly right, he would’ve been considered road kill. It should have made him see her differently, but he enjoyed the thrill of having his life flash before his eyes.

  The red dress was form fitting and he was this close to opening up his arms in invitation. He denied himself the assumption she was here for anything more than in a professional capacity. It wouldn’t have surprised him to learn what they had done was a metaphorical arrow in her quiver of tricks. A sale like this one would make anyone pull out all the stops.

  “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, but my work doesn’t begin and end with you. I hope you haven’t been standing here like a deer in headlights for long.” She was tempted to leave without any forwarding address or explanation. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts on the shoulder of the road allowed her to see the bigger picture.

  “I just showed up a few minutes ago.” He was lying through his teeth and felt a momentary panic at how much he missed her.

  “I don’t know if I should be impressed by how easily you lied to me or not. We hide from ourselves and only let others see what we want them to see. I’m no different.” The mirrored sunglasses helped her to contain the way she was looking at him in a less than subtle fashion.

  “We all wear different faces, Claire. I feel like I am showing you the real me.” He wasn’t sure how it was going to play out. He was nervous by how easily he could take her into his arms and never let her go.

  “We should go inside.” It was an innocent statement, but underneath there was more of a sexual component rearing its head.

  They barely made it through the door when the dress she was wearing was lying at her feet. Her breasts were exposed with the nipples poking through the lace body mesh.

  He was staring one moment and then tearing into the very expensive lingerie. The ripping of the material was music to his ears. Down on his knees, he was able to relish in the way her lips were shining with her sexual dew.

  “I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m not complaining.” She spread her legs just a little bit further a
nd watched with bated breath as he came closer.

  “I wake up thinking about you and I go to bed with nasty thoughts not suitable for young and impressionable ears. I thought it was impossible to find a woman worthy to open myself up to.” He grabbed her with a bit more force than he was meaning to.

  “There’s no reason for you to get attached. You don’t have to say anything that you are going to regret in the morning.” She turned her head to the side not wanting to see it coming.

  Eric quickly inserted his dominance by sticking out his tongue and licking the inside of her inner thighs. The quivering motion of her body and the way that she gasped let him know that he was going in the right direction.

  “You’re like a fine-aged wine and I already feel lightheaded. Everything is so clear that it feels like I’m looking at everything in high definition." He saw the moisture and became quite a force to be reckoned with. Both hands managed to open a hole wide enough for him to salivate at the altar of her sex.

  Claire slammed her hand back on the door hard enough to make it rattle on its hinges. The double doors were closed, but the windows were wide open with the drapes billowing in the breeze. It felt like they had been lovers for years. There was no awkwardness and they fit together like two puzzle pieces.

  Her leg came off the floor and the red high heels came down with defiance on a chair sitting by the door. She was bracing herself for her momentous climax. There was no telling when it would happen. It was almost spontaneous and could leave her breathless in a matter of seconds.

  She began to move with the rhythm of his tongue making sure that he wasn’t going to miss a beat. Moving in a circle, she ground against his mouth and was moaning continuously with a litany of obscenities.

  “Fuck that sweet hole…bang that little pussy with your tongue. I am so creamy for your cock and this time I’m not going to take any prisoners...” Her fingernails began to scratch against the door and she broke a couple them off in her enthusiasm.

  Eric was enjoying the pleasure on her face and didn’t want her to ever lose the look. She had these come hither eyes. Her chest was flushed and thrust into the air with the nipples calling attention to themselves. Reaching up, he was able to stimulate her other senses by touching on another part of her anatomy. He recognized the shiver of excitement. It made him that much more intent on giving her a reason to scream.

  Being with her was like getting a shot of adrenaline right to his privates. His age meant nothing. They were two bodies coming together for the common goal of getting each other off. They found comfort in each other’s arms not realizing they had found what they had been craving all of their lives.

  She yelped when she was right on the precipice and suddenly he was using the momentum of standing up to impale her. The look of surprise had a much more believable note because of the way that her mouth drew open upon the initial penetration.

  He moved his hands through her hair, pulling lightly and then a little bit harder.

  “You have set me free and I’m willing to show you all of me.” Pulling the lips open, she witnessed how her body received him and the way that her pussy had squeezed down in a tight like seal.

  “It’s so damn wet and you have the tightness of a virgin on prom night.” He was using a power lifting technique, driving up into her and bringing her off her feet with each stroke. The hand on her back held her steady as he continued the marathon race to the finish line.

  The intensity of their fucking had them both moaning in unison with her body repeatedly being slammed into the door. They were hard and determined thrusts predicated on her eyes begging him without saying anything to take her away from everything.

  “You’re so fucking hard and now I know how the other half of me feels when you are fucking it. Don’t slow down now. I would hate to think your stamina isn’t up to the task.” Her legs were like scissors around him, closing tightly and pulling him into her.

  He felt out of his depth and doing her like he had come back from war was his way of keeping up. Losing steam was only going to put him in a bad light. The assistance of her legs wrapped around him kept him trapped.

  She felt him turn until his back was against the door. It wasn’t hard for her to understand he was using the door for support. This made it easier for her to wrap her hands around his neck and hold on for the bucking intensity of his loins coming out of the gate.

  “I know what you’re doing and you don’t need to bother. The woman inside me feels like the luckiest woman in the world. She is crying out for you to make her pass out in ecstasy.” Her voice was raised a few octaves above normal.

  His feet were tangled in something and he tried to dislodge it while her orgasm was in full swing. Tripping over her dress caused him to land heavily on top of her with his cock spewing forth with a foamy fountain between his legs.

  The pain from the landing was overcome by the way that he was still going like an out of control locomotive. Steam was practically coming out of his ears with his face showing his excitement. They moved against each other and he held her from underneath while injecting his meat into her tight sheath. It was a fine line between pain and pleasure. This was something they were both learning together at the same time.

  The deposit was leaking around the invading force of his phallus. It coated his shaft when he finally extracted himself from the pleasure surrounding him. Falling forward, he landed with his face firmly nestled between her breasts. He was breathing heavily with his body spent and there was no visible sign of being rejuvenated anytime soon.

  “I just want you to know that this time was even better than the first time. It goes without saying that you are definitely in a league of your own. It’s no wonder you gravitated toward sales. Your natural charm is only made that much more irresistible with the way that you can flirt. I won’t let my misguided feelings for you determine how we do business together.” He lay there sticking to her skin and holding her gaze.

  Chapter Eight

  There was silence for the next 10-minutes and then they got dressed with each of them ready to do it again. The undergarment had been destroyed leaving her with the only recourse of putting the dress against her naked skin.

  “It feels very daring to stand in front of you like this with nothing underneath. I’m no stranger to walking around in my birthday suit. Sleeping in the nude is the only way that I can get a good night’s sleep.” Claire tried to solve this man, but he was an enigma wrapped up in a paradox. He wasn’t the same as all the others. This time she didn’t have this desperate need to gnaw off her arm after the deed was done.

  “This is the first time that I’ve seen you vulnerable. You’re always full of confidence. It’s a breath of fresh air to see you with a noticeable flaw. Nobody’s perfect and to pretend otherwise only makes you look like a fool.” He had seen his fair share of fakers. There were those wanting to get close to the power and fortune that he wielded with distinction.

  “I take it that you have some personal experience with putting on a front,” Claire said. “You never did tell me what happened with your big deal. I can only assume everything went according to plan.” She didn’t need to know the details, but curiosity had a way of tapping her on the shoulder when she least expected it.

  “There are still some fine details to work out. It’s not one of my finer moments and getting into bed with them is only asking for trouble. The press would use this information to garner viewers on the news.” His shirt was still unbuttoned and he felt his heart racing a million miles an hour. This was not his first time having a quickie, but he never felt like he was running on empty afterward.

  “I know from observing that you usually get what you want. You have learned to be patient. It’s a good trait and not many can claim to have it.” She watched him closely and the money he was going to produce was going to make her knees knock. That amount of cash staring her in the face was able to bring about a raging case of hormones.

  There was no better aphrodisiac f
or her than playing fast and loose with other people’s cash. The long con was the hardest. It took an amazing amount of self-control to cut off any possibility of feelings jeopardizing everything. They had only known each other for a short time and it was enough to give her thoughts of white picket fences.

  “I believe we came here for a reason and I do hope that you didn’t lure me here for sex. I might be easy, but I’m not cheap. Then again, I’m the one that’s paying you an exorbitant amount of cash. This is the kind of money that can make a career. The percentage of your take is still a sizable fortune in most people’s eyes.” He magically produced a very expensive looking pen in his possession. It was passed down from his father who had given him his first taste of power. There was no going back after that.

  “I don’t know how it’s possible, but talking about this acquisition has gotten us both in the mood. Fucking like that is enough for any woman, but I believe myself to be a rare breed,” she said. “I need it more and it gets hard to breathe when I find some wild animal able to keep up with me.” She ran her fingernail down his chest while reaching into her purse with the other one.

  “As a bonus, I will gladly allow you to tie me up to the bedpost upstairs. I will essentially be your prisoner and a sexual slave to your desires. This place will be mine when I sign my John Hancock to the documents.” He was close to having his boyhood fantasy come true. The price was inconsequential and he never thought in his lifetime this property would be available.

  “I don’t know if you really understand what you’re saying to me. It’s a broad stroke when you think about it. I could show mercy, or I could take all of my frustrations out on you for all those boyfriends that made me into the hardened bitch I am today.” She thought about the possibilities about how easily she could leave him with enough marks and bruises on his body to last a lifetime.