The Billionaire's Betrayal (Highest Bidder Book 3)

by Carmen Falcone

  He poured some wine and gave her the glass. She sniffed it, then sipped the complex, robust red he’d brought. After it rolled smooth down her throat, she enjoyed the taste of the grapes and notes of raspberry.

  “Like it?” he asked.

  “Not bad. I thought beer was your jam.”

  “It’s the Texan in me.”

  A super rich Texan, she added inwardly, but bit her tongue. She didn’t want him to think about his messed-up family tonight. If she could offer him some distraction from the emotional day, she would. Hell, this wasn’t necessarily a good deed. She wanted him, too.

  “You’ve done well for yourself, Madam.” He gestured at her state-of-the-art, all white kitchen and spacious living room. A buttery leather set of sectionals, foreign rugs and accent pieces that would have an art dealer salivating, scattered the area.

  “Thanks.”

  “I know why you opened your business. I just can’t imagine how challenging it must have been at first.”

  “I had to pick the right customers for sure. Safety was always my priority.”

  He sipped his wine. “Did a buyer ever get out of line with you?”

  “I usually do a good job putting them in their place. Once, though, this guy bought a virgin and said he only did that to get close to me. He came onto me after the auction.”

  “What did you do?”

  “Showed him the way out and compensated the woman.”

  A strand of empowerment coursed through her. She meandered to the sofa, sitting, and he followed suit, choosing the chair across from her. A cold draft engulfed her, raising goose bumps on her skin.

  “I like to sit in front of you, because I can never get enough of looking into your eyes,” he said, reading her mind.

  She sucked in a breath, unsure what to say. A simple thank you seemed redundant, and it was too late to pretend modesty. The way he gazed at her, with so much intent and intensity, left her speechless.

  “Different shades of blue give you a depth. I try to interpret the message in your eyes and get drawn in every time.”

  God. Her breath caught in her throat, her chest rising and falling. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. “Watch out, Brooks. I didn’t slave in the kitchen for the food to get cold while you smooth talk me.”

  “Then by all means…let’s change the subject. What’s a perk of your work, besides the money?”

  “Free stuff. Some companies in Vegas particularly want me to sponsor their stuff so they send me a lot of stuff gratis,” she said. Even though she preferred not to put her face in the limelight, every so often an opportunity too good to pass up knocked on her door and she took it.

  “Interesting. What kind of businesses?”

  “Nightclubs, beauty spas. Sex shops.”

  “Sex shops?”

  “Yeah. I actually have a lot of stuff they send me. Toys, lotions, etc.” They believed she had a wild sex life, and she didn’t waste time trying to prove them wrong.

  “I say let’s eat, so later you can show me all the swag you’ve been getting. You know, from a business point of view, I’d love to take a look.”

  “Of course.”

  She took him to the dining room she seldom used and brought the dishes. They exchanged innuendos while eating the oysters, and he made her chuckle more than expected. Then, she brought the shrimp dish with sautéed vegetables, and they talked about current events and politics.

  To her surprise, Brooks made her feel comfortable discussing a variety of topics, and the more she heard from him, the more she wanted to know. This night had been what they both needed—a welcoming respite from reality. A small voice reminded her to be careful, but she shoved more wine down her throat to shut it off. She’d worry about their growing connection the next day, or the day after that. Now, she’d enjoy their night like two normal people on a date.

  “Dinner was excellent. I’m impressed.”

  “Thank you. Would you like a tour?”

  “Yeah.”

  He stood, then pulled out the chair for her, and when she surged to her feet, he held her from behind. His hot breath fanned her earlobe, sending shivers of arousal down her body. “You smell so good,” he said gruffly.

  He skimmed her body, hovering his lips on her neck but not quite touching it. Lust stirred in her sex, coating her folds and swelling her clit. She gasped, so turned on even from minimal contact.

  She rocked her hips into his pants, earning a groan from him. His cock poked her dress, the massive hard-on pressing against the fabric, molding in between her ass cheeks. God. “I see you’re ready for a tour.”

  “I’m ready to eat your pussy, and if a tour will get me there faster, so be it.”

  She reached for the blindfold she’d slipped inside her pocket earlier. Before dinner, she’d toyed with the idea but decided to see how things would play out first. If the goal of this dinner entailed providing a good distraction for them both, then why not?

  With trembling fingers, she lifted the black scrap of cloth and turned around to see him. “Might not be so fast. I’ll put this on you, then go hide in my bedroom. You’ll have to find me. No peeking.”

  He clasped her wrist, his dominant touch branding her skin. A dangerous promise flashed in his eyes, warning he’d retaliate in the most naughty way. “If I find you, what will I get?”

  “I’ll show you my toy box. If you’re nice, you can even choose one to play with.”

  He loosened the grip on her wrist, never breaking his sinful stare. Then, he let go of her hand, and turned around, allowing her to blindfold him. “Sounds like my type of game,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  A strand of lust lashed inside her. Fuck. She couldn’t wait to get started.

  …

  Brooks touched the blindfold wrapped around his head. Alexa had disappeared a few seconds prior, with a seductive “Come find me” echoing through the hall. Eager, he followed the vibrations of her feet on the hardwood floor, to cut to the chase and get to her faster. If she wanted him to forget about his problems, this little game worked. Hell, right now he had a problem remembering his full name.

  His body roared with desire, his cock painfully restrained in his pants. Balls heavy and tingly, no better motivation for him to get his ass moving and find her. The cover on his eyes added to his arousal, and he felt the breeze of the AC from above, whispering over him. Heard his own steps, stomping on the floor like a madman.

  He strode down the hall, ignoring the first and second rooms to the right. She had gone past them from what he could tell, so entering would be a waste of time.

  Alexa. Even with eyes covered, he could see her. Her smile. The way she twitched her left eye when she made a joke. The delicate column of her neck making him want to kiss it over and over until he branded her flesh with his lips.

  He touched the wall, to gain perspective, and marched into the room to his left. “Alexa?” he called. He drew in some air, positive he’d smell her if she occupied the room. A second later, disappointment loosened his shoulders. Not here.

  Cursing under his breath, he left the room, and in returning to the hall, bumped into some piece of furniture. An ache stung his knee, but not enough to deter him from his goal.

  “Don’t get injured, cowboy,” she said from a distance. “I’ll need all your parts.”

  Encouraged, he followed the sound of her voice, quickening his pace, determination igniting inside him like a rocket. He reached the last room at the end of the hall, touching the threshold, calling her. “Alexa?”

  Before she answered, he caught a whiff of her scent, and exhaled a long sigh of satisfaction. “I know you’re in here.”

  “Aren’t you smart?” she said, and he felt her presence near him even before she touched his shirt. “I say let’s get you out of these clothes.”

  He lifted his arms, and she pu
lled the shirt over his head. Then, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, taking his boxer briefs with them. Completely naked and still with his eyes blindfolded, he’d never been so exposed to a woman in such a way. Vulnerable.

  Yet, only excitement pumped in his veins. She took him into her mouth, without any warning, and he threw back his head, shivering from the shot of awareness lifting from his core. Holy shit. She didn’t waste time, did she?

  She pressed her hands on his ass, bringing his cock deeper into her mouth. She squeezed his balls and let his cock slip out of her mouth just enough for her sexy moan to fill the air, followed by a “Hhhhmmm…”

  “Don’t stop, baby,” he whispered, grabbing a chunk of her hair and pulling it to position his dick into her mouth again. “I love to fuck your mouth.”

  Damn. If he didn’t finish, he’d die. His heart drummed in his chest so fast, he had to will himself to stay upright and not let his knees buckle under the increasing pressure. She accepted him, her lips clinging to his meat, her tongue grazing over his smooth skin. For good measure, she also clasped his cock, the extra inches her mouth couldn’t take, and stroked him vigorously.

  He thrust his cock deeper, and she took it, greedily, her throat muscles latching on every inch of him. Zings of pleasure built in his sac, and he continued the motion, retreating halfway then immediately slamming his rod into her mouth. Pulling her hair, he found the perfect mold, fucking her mouth relentlessly, until he could no longer take it and climax detonated through him. Growling, he spilled his seed into her mouth, loosening his hold on her hair until he let go of it completely, but to his surprise, she kept on swallowing his cum to the very end, licking him dry.

  His heart rate took its sweet time to decrease. When she removed her lips from his now semi-soft cock, a cold draft swirled around him. He removed the blindfold, tossing it to the side, to find her standing in front of him. She licked the corner of her lips, hair disheveled after he’d stroked it, face flushed. “This is the best damn tour I’ve ever been on.”

  A delicious smile curved her naughty mouth. “Good. I’d hate to be a bad hostess.”

  God. What would he do with this woman? Where had she been all his life? “That’d be impossible. Now, you promised to show me your toy collection. A deal is a deal.”

  She disappeared into the walk-in closet, leaving him to contemplate her master bedroom. Elegant and minimalist, it reminded him of her. If one judged the gray walls and no-nonsense furniture, anyone could sleep there. Could be a guest room.

  But the little details, like the white accent pieces adding femininity and lightness, the old-Hollywood glamour type silver lamps with beads and the black and white pictures on the wall added a personal touch.

  He eyed the candles burning on either side of the nightstand, filling the air with notes of flowers. And the bed. King-sized, adorned with a lavish bedspread, giving him all kinds of dirty ideas.

  When she reappeared holding a large plastic container, he rushed to help her, but she outmaneuvered him and put the box on the bed. Without bothering to put his clothes back on, he erased the distance between them, anticipation sizzling in his veins as she opened the box.

  He studied the contents: a good amount of dildos, vibrators, some still in boxes. “Have you tried all of these?”

  “I’d get no work done if I had. Some of them I stored because they looked nice, but never really got to breaking them in. And some—”

  “Some…” He tilted his head to the side, upping his eyebrow, curious.

  She shrugged. “Some I’ve used for myself.”

  His heart came to a halt, his lungs constricting. Oral sex should have given him release, at least enough for them to carry a conversation, but the image of her pleasuring herself, naked in the big bed, put his libido on high alert. “Show me.”

  She peeled off her clothes, flinging them across the room playfully, giving him the show he craved. Completely naked, she retrieved a pink vibrator from the pile, and climbed on the bed. Flames of defiance burned in her eyes, challenging him to watch her and resist joining her. He stepped toward the bed but didn’t go any farther than the few inches away from the frame. If he as much as sat on it, they’d fuck, and he wanted to watch her first.

  She sat against the frame, planting her feet on the bedspread, and parting her thighs. Seductively, she opened her legs far enough so he could see her pink pussy. God. Heaven. Female cream glistened over the smooth flesh, her woman lips already puffed and silently inviting him for a taste.

  Without delay, she brought the tip of the vibrator to her pussy, the thick head kissing her outer lips. Then, she parted them with her fingers, and slid the vibrator inside. A moan filled the air. “This is how I touched myself after you ate my pussy for the first time.”

  He licked his lips, his heart throbbing in his veins. His cock returned from the temporary rest with a vengeance, and he ran his fingers down his face, praying he’d survive this woman.

  Chapter Eleven

  Alexa teased herself with the dildo, flicking the switch so it’d vibrate into her pussy. Currents of awareness surged through her, and she began moving it around her wet walls, then in and out of her. She stared at Brooks, who stood, his cock more than announcing his excitement.

  She ran her fingers down her neckline until she reached her breast. She cupped it, squeezing the nipple, mimicking all the moves she hoped he’d do to her soon. Lust lit his eyes, and he gave another step forward, his body rigid and tense. Veins from his shoulders and upper arms became visible, showing her he was doing everything in his power to keep from jumping on the bed and fucking her.

  She slammed the dildo deeper, and her moan echoed from wall to wall. With the other hand, she continued to glide down her stomach and her pussy, choosing to work her clit a little. Her blood boiled, and her breath caught in her throat. She swallowed, still tasting him.

  She clenched her thighs, anticipating the pleasure flowing from top to bottom, and continuing to look at him, she increased the flicks on her achy bud, undulating her hips, until she let go completely and came. Her hand still trembled when she tossed the dildo next to her on the bed. The little game only made her hungrier for the real thing. Brooks.

  A glint lit his eyes, and he finally walked up to her and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He placed her feet apart on the mattress, giving him another X-rated view of her, but she didn’t care. He kneeled before her and kissed her thighs, his lips no more than a brush over her sticky, sensitive flesh.

  A shiver raced from between her legs up her body, causing a flurry of goose bumps on her arms. When the tip of his tongue touched her clit, she lifted her ass from the mattress, desperate to give herself to him. His low chuckle announced he understood her pain, probably because he’d experienced it too—sure, he’d come before, in her mouth, but he had to watch her play with herself before he dove head first into her. She chewed her lower lip.

  He outlined her pleasure bean with his tongue, then stroked it, provoking a hot stir in all her erogenous zones. With his other hand, he caressed the area where her cunt met her ass and slid his fingers closer and closer to her hole. Then, he stopped touching her altogether.

  She blinked, bobbing her head as if she had drunk three bottles of wine instead of three glasses. He grabbed a couple of things from the box and quickly returned to his position with a dangerous smile on his handsome face. A smile that she wouldn’t be able to resist.

  “Big plans, cowboy?” she asked.

  “You tell me, Madam,” he drawled in that sexy Texan accent of his. “Will you let me play with your ass a little?”

  “Why not? Show me what you’ve got.”

  “I don’t need to turn you around if you don’t want it,” he said, his voice sober.

  She ran her fingers into her messy hair. Clarity washed over her, and she made sense of his words. Of course. Because once she’d had a glimp
se of the past while they had sex, she’d asked him to look into her eyes—and ever since, all the positions he chose were facing her. Resolution filled her chest, and she moved her legs a bit to look at him while saying, “I want you to turn me around. I know it’s you,” she said, raw emotion carrying her voice.

  His gaze darted at her, and for a moment they held it, silently acknowledging the energy ping-ponging between them. He opened the tube of lube and squirted some on his fingers. “I’ll be careful.”

  Hhhmmm… “I know you will.”

  “Good,” he said, satisfaction dripping from his voice. The irony of him popping her back entrance cherry wasn’t lost on her—not when she was in the business of selling virginity. Not when she should have been way more experienced due to her occupation.

  He lowered himself on her, his breath fanning over her bare flesh. Her body immediately reacted to his nearness, welcoming him with the urgency of a lover who had been gone for far too long. A really naughty, naughty lover she couldn’t get enough of.

  He buried his face between her thighs, parting her folds, grazing his teeth gently over her most intimate places. Passion radiated from her chest, arrowing down her core, overtaking her completely. God, did she love this. Did she love—

  No, the last shred of common sense shouted at her. Don’t go there now. Enjoy.

  He feasted on her sex, and each time he stroked her deeper, he slid his fingers down her ass, rubbing the lube all over her entrance. She clenched her thighs, overwhelmed, but he held them apart and loosened his hold on them when she relaxed under his command. She didn’t have any guarantees or false hopes regarding her affair with Brooks—but screw it, she trusted he would never hurt her in bed. Never.

  Groaning, he teased her to no end. The bridge of his nose pressed into her pussy, his mouth so deep into her, his tongue exploring slick spots. Every part of her burned for him, for his touch, for him to take her like no other man. She undulated her hips, thrusting her pussy into his mouth but also giving him full access to her ass.

  He inserted two fingers into her hole, and she felt her flesh close tightly around him for a moment. “You’re so tight, baby. So hot for me, aren’t you?”