Blind Date With the Billionaire

by Cordelia Baxter

  When Gabe reached out and covered her hand with his a second time, she didn't pull away. She smiled and enjoyed the pleasure of that small contact with him. She was laughing at one of his silly stories when they were abruptly interrupted by a tall skinny blonde woman and her companion, a shorter auburn haired beauty. Both women came up to their table and showered Gabe with their attention, turning their back to Monica.

  "Oh Gabe!" the taller blonde trilled. "I haven't seen you here in ages!"

  "Hello Christy," Gabe replied. Monica took some solace that he seemed to be annoyed at their interruption.

  "What, I don't get a hello?" the shorter one pouted.

  "Annabelle," Gabe said, with a short nod of his head.

  "What are you doing here? We thought you'd gone into hiding," the tall one named Christy asked.

  "I'm here on a date," Gabe answered, trying to keep his annoyance in check.

  Christy and Annabelle turned to Monica at that point and gave her an appraising look. Monica could tell that they clearly thought she wasn't in their league, but they plastered on fake smiles as they introduced themselves.

  "Oh hello, there. And you are…?" Annabelle asked.

  "Hello, I'm Monica."

  With barely a nod of acknowledgement, Christy and Annabelle turned back to Gabe and continued talking with him, ignoring Monica.

  "So will we be seeing you at Missy's charity ball next weekend?" Christy asked.

  "I'm not sure," Gabe answered, "I'll have to check my schedule."

  "Oh you must come!" Annabelle added, "Missy will be ecstatic to have you."

  "We'll see," Gabe said simply.

  "Well, we'd better get going. We don't want to interrupt your date, darling," Christy said as she reached down and gave Gabe a peck on the cheek.

  Once they had walked off, Monica released the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

  "So...," she began.

  "So…," he replied, not sure what to say.

  "Who were they?" she finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

  "They were old acquaintances of mine--well actually my ex-wife," Gabe answered.

  She had been thoroughly enjoying their date up to that point. It felt like Christy and Annabelle had splashed cold water all over her evening. She realized how out of her league she was when she compared herself to them. They were beautiful and had bodies to die for. She was sure they had guys knocking down their doors. Monica realized with a pit in her stomach, that these were the type of women Gabe dated and found attractive. As if sensing her mood, Gabe reached out and squeezed her hand over the table. She looked at him and he smiled at her reassuringly.

  "Forget about them," he said. "A perk of being divorced is I don't have to see them often anymore."

  Monica smiled at him, aware again of how he could say all the right words to lift her spirits.

  "I'm sorry. I'm not usually so…sensitive."

  "Don't worry about it," he assured her, "They make the hair on the back of my neck stand up too. I always feel like prey when they're around, like they're waiting to pounce on me." He shivered to illustrate his point. Monica laughed at his antics, and let herself relax in his company again.

  "You're a great guy, you know that Gabe?" she said after a while.

  Gabe blushed under her praise and she was even more enchanted. She boldly reached out her hand and placed it on top of his larger one and squeezed. "You're not like anyone else I've met before."

  "You're not like anyone I've met before either, Monica," he said.

  "See? Most guys would be running for the hills if I said that on the first date, but you're different."

  "Like I said, I know a good thing when I see it. It's a skill I've honed over the years," he replied seductively.

  Monica felt the heat creep up her neck and in between her thighs. She was excited and nervous about Gabe's growing boldness. The wine had relaxed her inhibitions and she was responding to his words as if she were under a spell. His spell. She hadn't been with a guy in so long, her body was tingling with anticipation.

  "Hmm what other skills have you honed over the years?" she asked flirtatiously.

  He licked his soft lips before giving her a slow sensual smile.

  "If you're lucky, I'll show you later on," he answered in a low voice.

  Monica's body thrilled at the low seductive growl of his voice and the promise of what lay ahead. She was breathing heavily as she gave him a shy smile.

  "I'd like that," she whispered breathlessly.

  Gabe called for the check immediately. He dismissed Monica's attempts to split the bill with him, handing the waiter his black American Express card. Once they left the restaurant, Gabe pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately. His tongue parted her lips and he slipped in, tasting the wine still on her tongue. He broke the kiss once his car had arrived from valet parking. Their breathing was heavy as he looked down at her, lust in his eyes.

  "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you," he said huskily.

  "We've got all night," Monica answered, surprised at her own boldness.

  Gabe's eyes darkened as he looked at her. Grabbing her hand, he led her to his silver Porsche and opened the door for her to get in. Monica was a ball of lust and nerves. Her own needs were crying out loudly to be satisfied, but she so wanted to please Gabe. He had been the perfect gentleman all evening, but she could tell he was barely holding onto his restraint. He looked like he wanted to devour her, and she loved it. She had never felt so desired in all her life. Placing her hand on his thigh, she began to rub up and down.

  Gabe sucked in a breath as he felt her hand inch closer and closer to the sizable bulge in his pants.

  "If you keep doing that, I'm going to have to pull the car over and take you on the side of the road," he said hoarsely.

  Monica quirked an eyebrow at him, teasingly. She loved the effect she was having on him and felt powerful and in control.

  "I might like that very much," she responded.

  Gabe looked at her hungrily. She could tell he was debating whether to pull over or not. He finally grabbed her hand that was on his thigh and kissed it.

  "Not yet sweetheart. I want you naked in my house, on my bed."

  They drove for another 15 minutes, until Gabe pulled up into a long sweeping driveway. Monica didn’t have time to assess her surroundings once she got out of the car as Gabe scooped her up in his arms and walked towards the house. He let her down once they reached the front door so that he could unlock it.

  Gabe grabbed Monica in a passionate embrace once they had crossed the threshold to his palatial mansion. She pressed into his tall, solid form as her hands grabbed the lapels of his black jacket. Gabe slid his tongue against Monica's lips and she opened for him eagerly. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, tangling with his in a heady dance. She felt light headed from all the sensations that were running through her. Gabe's hands and mouth were touching her, and tasting her fervently, like a starving man. He broke the kiss and stared at her, a look of awe in his eyes.

  "Oh, what you do to me, Monica," he whispered ardently.

  She stood there looking up at him, her eyes drugged with desire and pulled his head down for another kiss. As her lips pressed against his, her hands reached for his jacket again, trying to pull it off clumsily. Reaching back, Gabe pulled the sleeves and shook the jacket off his broad shoulders. It slipped to the floor where he left it. His hands started undoing the button of his dress shirt one by one, never breaking his contact with Monica. Once he had undone his shirt, he slipped it off to and let it fall the to the floor.

  Monica couldn’t help but reach out and touch his hard body. She broke off the kiss and pulled her head back to look at him. Her eyes were bright as she drank in his appearance. His broad shoulders and chest had a light coating of soft hair. She worked her eyes down his chest to his rock solid abs, which were rippled with muscle. His skin looked smooth and silky with a light golden tan. As she stood and stared at th
is beautiful man, her mouth hung open. She couldn't believe a guy like Gabe Stark would be interested in her. It was like some kind of dream, and any moment she would wake up alone in her bed, lonely and aching with desire. She lifted her eyes to look into his. His eyes were crinkled as his lips turned up into a crooked grin.

  "If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be responsible for my actions," he joked. "Come here, beautiful," he said as he held his strong toned arms out to her in an embrace.

  Monica walked towards him, wordlessly, her body obeying his words, even as her mind stopped functioning. He could have asked her to walk over burning coals, and she would have obliged. Once she got near him, he wrapped his arms around her. She sighed in pleasure as she felt his warm hard body pressed up against her in a consuming embrace. Gabe towered over her, and Monica had never felt so small, so protected in her life. She felt his heart beat against her ear as she laid her head against his chest. His scent was intoxicating, a spicy clean fragrance that was all him. She had a fleeting thought that he could make his next billion dollars just bottling and selling that scent. It would drive any woman wild with desire. She inhaled deeply as she breathed him in. She felt his chest rumble as he broke out into a chuckle.

  "Like what you smell, darling?" he asked.

  "Mmm, you smell so good," Monica responded. "I feel like this is a dream and I'll wake up any moment. You seem too good to be true."

  "Oh baby, I'm 100% real," he replied seductively. "Let me show you how real I am."

  Monica lifted her head from his chest and nodded wordlessly. His eyes darkened as he bent his head down to kiss her again. It wasn't a gentle kiss, it was a primal and urgent, and Monica was swept away by the uncontrollable passion that took over her body. She felt strong arms scoop her up and lift her easily off her feet. She draped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips continued moving against hers as his tongue assaulted her mouth. She felt his hands caressing her back as he carried her to his bedroom. He paused as they reached the door and easily held her in one arm while he reached around and opened it. The darkened bedroom was cool when they stepped inside. Gabe flicked the light switch while he shut the door with the back of his foot. He continued to hold her as he walked toward his large four poster king sized bed. He laid her down gently on the soft silky sheets and stood back to look at her.

  "You are a beautiful woman," he said softly.

  Monica blushed under his praise. She squirmed on the bed, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Reaching her arms out, she tried to grab onto him and pull him back down for another kiss, but he resisted.

  "Let me look at you," he insisted. "Hasn't anyone told you how stunning you are?"

  Monica shook her head, feeling her eyes begin to water. She tried not to cry as memories of past rejection and heartache reared its ugly head. She was angry with herself for letting her emotions get the better of her at this moment, but she couldn’t help it. Gabe regarded her tenderly as she wiped the tear that had spilled down her cheek. He reached out a long finger and wiped it away.

  "Fools," he whispered almost angrily.

  "Oh Gabe," Monica said pleadingly, "Just hold me…and kiss me."

  "I'll do much more than that, darling," he replied. "I'm going to worship your body and show you just how lovely you are."

  Monica was comforted by his words. She had never had a guy look at her, much less treat her how Gabe did. She felt desirable and beautiful under his ardent gaze. Gabe slipped off his pants and slid into the bed beside her, his firm body pressed tightly against her own softer form. She felt his fingers lightly caress her spine through the silky fabric of her dress. His head dipped down and she felt his warm breath tickle her skin as he kissed the base of her neck. He moved his hands from her back to the hem of her skirt lifting slowly. She felt a momentary panic and embarrassment as she realized she had worn her sensible stomach flattening underwear. She hadn't expected her night to end in the arms and bed of a handsome man, so it didn’t cross her mind at the time to wear a pair of sexy lace or silk panties. However, now that she was here and his hand was inching her dress higher and higher, she felt panic. Her hand paused his movements as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

  "Could you…um…turn off the lights?" she asked him.

  Monica hated to see the look of disappointment in his eyes at her request, but she was too caught up in her own insecurities to back down.

  "I would love to see you--all of you," he responded in a low voice.

  "It's just that I wasn't prepared for this and uh…I'd rather get undressed in the dark."

  "There's nothing under your dress that would make you any less desirable to me," he murmured against her skin as he planted light kisses over her brow, cheeks and lips.

  "Mmm," Monica murmured distractedly.

  His kisses and caresses numbed her mind and she soon felt his hands slowly undoing the zipper at the back of her dress. Rolling her onto her back, he straddled her, his body surrounding her completely. His hands reached for the straps of her dress and he slowly pulled them down, like he was opening a Christmas present, exposing more of her milky soft skin. Seeing the appreciative look in his eyes gave Monica confidence and security. Under his gaze she felt cherished and wanted, something she hadn't felt in a long time, probably in her entire life. Gabe Stark made her feel desired, and she never realize how starved for it she was until she met him. That Gabe wanted her was obvious by the giant bulge in his pants. She felt the last bit of resistance fade away as his hands lifted her hips to slide the dress down off her body.

  Monica watched Gabe as he held his breath. She could see the desire in his eyes as he looked down at her.

  “I can’t remember when I’ve seen a more beautiful sight,” Gabe said in awe. “You look beautiful lying on my bed like this.”

  Monica’s hair was tousled and framed her face; her lush ample breasts were rising and falling as she took ragged breaths.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life,” Gabe continued, drinking in the sight of her. “I want to do so much; I don’t even know where to start.”

  Monica stared up at him with heavy lidded eyes; her lips were plump and lightly parted. Her breaths came in little pants and her arousal was evident on her damp panties.

  “We’ve got all night,” she whispered.

  His fingers traced her wet slit, and she arched her hips up and moaned in pleasure.

  "I’m going to explore every inch of you," Gabe said as he leaned his head down and began a trail of kisses from her forehead down to the base of her neck. His fingers expertly unclasped her bra, and she didn't resist as he slid the strap down her shoulders, exposing her creamy supple breast.

  "So beautiful," he breathed against her skin as he moved his mouth down and took a pink bud in his warm mouth. He alternately flicked his tongue over her nipples then sucked them, sending desire shooting through her body. His hands roamed down her inner thighs, teasing her soaking pussy through the fabric of her panties. Monica sighed in pleasure, arching her body up closer to his while her hands dug into his thick soft hair. Gabe's hands moved up to the band of her panties and gently pulled them down exposing her mound framed by a soft dusting of curly hair. Monica moaned loudly as she felt his fingers rub up and down, lubricating her folds with her juices. He worked his mouth from her breast trailing kisses down to her stomach. She squirmed under him as he kissed her hips, tickling her sensitive skin. Monica felt his strong firm hands grip her hips and still her movements.

  His head was level with her soaking wet pussy, and she knew he could see her engorged clit, just begging to be touched.

  "I'm going to enjoy this," he murmured as he bent his head down and wrapped his mouth around her throbbing nub. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her and she arched her hips up, wanting to press him in deeper. His tongue traced lazy circles around her clit then moved down lapping at her sex. Monica had never felt such pleasure before and shut her eyes while her hands buried themse
lves in his hair, pressing him closer to her core.

  "Oh my God, Gabe," she moaned, "that feels so good." She felt his smile against her sensitive skin. He worked his tongue back up to her clit, nibbling at it while he slowly slipped his fingers into her slit. He thrust in and out of her at a sinfully slow pace. The feeling was electric, but Monica wanted more. She was on the edge of a glorious explosion and tried to grind against him harder, faster, but he held her still, pinning her body down with his mouth while his fingers continued to work her. Her body was screaming for release.

  "Please Gabe," she begged between ragged breaths.

  Gabe needed no other encouragement. He lifted his head and moved up her body. His lips crushed hers as he thrust his tongue in her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. She kissed him back hungrily, her need for him consuming her. She reached between his legs, and felt his cock hard and ready, as he groaned against her mouth. Standing on his knees between her legs, he spread them out wide. She arched her hips up, unable to hold back any longer.

  "I need you right now," she panted.

  Gabe rubbed the tip of his rod up and down against Monica's slit, sending tingles down her spine. He positioned his head right at her entrance and slid his thick member into her tight wet pussy, slowly working his way in. He buried himself all the way in until his balls rub up against her supple ass. Monica moaned as she felt herself stretch around him, basking the feeling of being completely filled by him.

  "You feel so tight," he gritted as he began a slow thrust. Gabe pulled himself out to the tip then plunged back into her core, his thick cock rubbing her most sensitive places, causing her to moan beneath him.

  "Yes Gabe, slow like that," Monica said breathlessly.

  Gabe lifted her legs and rested his palms against her knees as his hips rocked back and forth, pumping her slowly. Monica reached up and stroked his rippled chest loving the feel of his hard muscles flexing under her fingertips. She squeezed his nipple between her fingers and pinched, causing Gabe to suck in his breath involuntarily.