The Billionaire's Prize

by Rachel Masters

  The Debut

  It’s Thursday morning- time is running out before my first yoga class. I’m holding on with all my might so that I don’t cancel on her.

  This is so ridiculous. I can’t believe how nervous I feel. And I spent two hours at the mall trying to find exercise clothes that don’t make look like this is the first time I’ve ever worked out. What did I get myself into?

  We arrive at "YOGA GRANDE" fifteen minutes early. Lyndsey informs me that we’re attending "Ms. Liz's power yoga class." Great.

  As we open the door to the studio, my hopes of being the only two people in tonight’s class are crushed. I look out at a sea of yoga mats. There’s already about twenty people warming up and doing all sorts of crazy body contortions.

  The room is packed and I’m forced to unroll my mat next to a tall, muscular man.

  "Is this your first time here?" his eyes lock in with mine.

  I’m actually caught off guard by how attractive he is. Damnit- maybe Lyndsey was right.

  "Um yeah," I say, bumbling my words.

  "Ms. Liz is great. You can follow me if she moves too fast for you. I remember feeling lost my first time here."

  His voice is so soothing. And this guy is so sexy. Now I’m really nervous about this whole idea.

  I look longingly at Lyndsey and want to switch spots with her as Ms. Liz enters the room and turns down the lights. Candles flicker and classical music canopies the room as she begins to instruct our wandering minds.

  I spend the entire class distracted by my own image in the mirror and the breathing of the man next to me. With every shift of posture, he intensifies his exhalations in a way that occupies all of my attention. He moves his large body with grace and possesses a sturdiness and serenity that I’ve never seen in a man.

  I find myself fantasizing about the things that he could do to me when Ms. Liz snaps me out of my trance. It’s time to end the class with a simple meditation on our backs. When I drop my arms out by my side, my hand collides with his. I immediately pull my arm to my side and apologize.

  He shocks me when he retrieves my hand back and whispers to me, "I'm Jack."

  I feel a surge of energy rush through my body. While I’m kind of annoyed that he thinks he can just touch me like this, I can’t deny how good it feels.

  Ms. Liz comes around with eye pillows and blankets as she guides us through the meditation. I feet like a teenager at a slumber party. How can I meditate after this sexy guy six inches away from me is touching my hand and whispering in my ear?

  The Aftershock

  When my alarm awakes me on Friday morning, I’m in the middle of a dream about Jack. There was something about this man that captured my attention more than any other man has before. He seemed so out of my league but there was something so simple and accessible about him at the same time.

  I can’t believe I’m even spending this much time obsessing about some stranger at a yoga class. I want to see him again but I need to be prepared. I lace up my sneakers and decide to walk the mile and a half to work today. I have a week before my next yoga class with Ms. Liz and I vow to myself that I will be ready.

  Ready for what?

  The days of the week come and go as I continue to get my body into better shape. The scale hasn't moved much but I feel better as Thursday night approaches. I asked Lyndsey if she can pick me up a little earlier this week because I want to be there before Jack. Assuming he comes.

  "Callie you look great. Are you wearing makeup?" Lyndsey says, looking suspiciously at my self-makeover.

  “Yeah, I am.” I decide to let her in on my little situation.

  “I've known you too long to lie... I've thought about that man, Jack, that was next to me last week in yoga class. He's probably totally married with kids and all but I can’t get him out of my mind. And he did reach for my hand and he told me his name."

  "Look Callie, I'm not trying to be negative or anything, but people are pretty friendly in these classes. I wouldn't read too much into it. I've seen that man in class before and noticed that he's super chatty with the women around him."

  I feel the space in my chest collapse with disappointment with each word Lynds speaks. I’m mortified that I got all dolled up for class but I try to mask my emotion in front of her.

  "Yeah, I know all that. It was probably nothing and all. I wanted to look better for me too... I mean with all those mirrors in the room, I wanted to like my own reflection,” I say, acting as nonchalant as I can.

  Take Two

  We arrive to an almost empty parking lot and I’m excited that we are pretty much the first students to arrive. The lot is empty except for one BMW that appears to still be running.

  As I get out of Lindsey’s car, I notice that Jack is behind the wheel of the running Beamer. I quickly try to look away but see his hand wave at me.

  I freeze completely and see that Lyndsey is already at the entrance of the yoga studio. I panic and look back at Jack, waving awkwardly. He’s on the phone and I didn't look long enough to even know if he received my wave back to him.

  I catch up to Lyndsey, and my heart pounding through my chest.

  Lyndsey and I outstretch our mats side by side and as far from the mirrors as possible. We get settled into our space, but I practically lose my breath every time the door opens as I anxiously wonder if it’s him.

  One by one, the floor becomes a patchwork of yoga mats as people filter in. The clock is close to 7:00 p.m. when Ms. Liz comes in and dims the lights.

  Where is he?

  Why do I even care this much?

  Ms. Liz instructs us to close our eyes and follow our breathing. But I keep peaking to see if there are any late arrivals to class. Still no Jack.

  I can't help but wonder why he had been in the parking lot and who he was talking to. I analyze every detail of my glance at him in the parking lot.

  Did I return my wave to him fast enough? Does he wave to lots of women like that?

  "Ommmmmmmmmm.” Ms. Liz concludes class and Lindsey started to roll up her mat. I lie paralyzed- all of that prep work for nothing!

  I lose the momentum of my health kick after yoga class and go home and ate a pint of Ben and Jerry's. I start to feel discouraged about my love life in general. It’s been six months since my last relationship and the loneliness and desperation are starting to take their toll on me.

  Nothing to Lose

  Thursday night rolls around again and Lyndsey calls me at 5:00 to let me know that she’s sick and can’t go to Ms. Liz's class tonight. As much as I want to bail on the class altogether, I’m determined to take a chance and go by myself.

  I’ve been telling myself lately that I want to take more chances in life.

  I rush around and throw on my yoga clothes. I grab my mat, towel, and water bottle and head for class. As my car lurches into the lot, I see that Jack's car is already there. His car is parked and vacant.

  OMG... I feel my arms weaken on the wheel as I imagine him up in the studio already.

  It takes every ounce of courage I can muster to shut off my car. I wait in the lot for someone else to arrive so that I won't be the only one in the studio with him. No such luck. I open my door and head into the studio.

  As I arrive and take off my sandals, I can see Jack on his mat, moving rhythmically around from pose to pose.

  He looks so delicious.

  I tiptoe in and start to unroll my mat when I hear that familiar voice…

  "How was class last week?" he says, looking into the depths of my eyes.

  "Oh, it was really good... you know lots of downward dogs and triangle poses,” I cringed at how ridiculous I sound.

  "I was hoping to make it but I got paged on the way here and had to go back to work,” he says, offering me the warmest smile I’ve ever been given.

  “By the way, you never told me your name?" he says.

  "It's Callie," I say, flushing.

  Jack moves his mat closer to mine as people start to enter for class.
He continues warming up as I pretend to do the same until Ms. Liz comes in to start class.

  "Today, we are going to really challenge our physical and emotional comfort zones,” she says, pausing to look over her students.

  No problem, I’m up for a good challenge.

  We’ll be doing some work in partners,” she continues.

  Oh no! I

  “I want you to start in downward facing dog, and I want your partner to simply stand behind you while he or she pulls your hips back. I want you to spend five breaths in this pose and then you trade places with your partner."

  Jack rushes over to my mat.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  “I’ll support you first,” he says, giving my body a once-over.

  I’m beyond nervous. I’m nowhere near ready to have him standing behind my ass with his hands on my hips.

  All I have on is spandex pants. Before I can even get myself into the pose, Jack's hands are fixed firmly on my hips as my arms press down on the floor.

  My entire body is suddenly on fire as he grasps me from behind. I can barely take the sensations that I feel from his touch as I imagine what he could really do to me in this position.

  I rush through my five breaths and tell my partner that I’m ready to switch places with him.

  To my utter shock, he continues to pulls my hips back and towards him, reluctant to let me go.

  "Surrender Callie. Your body is tense, let it relax and let go," he says, sending shivers throughout my body.

  I try to fake feeling relaxed when I feel the top of Jack's thighs meet the back side of mine.

  Oh my.

  He closes in on the space between our bodies and I can't be sure that I don't feel the tip of his cock brush against my ass. Luckily Ms. Liz instructs everyone back to their own mats.

  What the hell just happened to me? I decide to head to the bathroom to catch my breath.

  I finish sprinkling some cold water on my face and I’m about to head back to class when I hear a knock on the bathroom door. I startle at the sound of the knock.

  "Just a minute," I respond, trying to compose myself.

  "Callie, it's me. Open the door"

  It’s him. Holy crap!

  I unlock the door and go to step out when Jack pushes me back in.

  "I helped you with your pose but you never got to help me,” he says, eyeing every part of my body with deep lust.

  “I want you to help me by sucking my cock," he says.

  He’s pretty much a total stranger. And yet somehow I find myself wanting to comply.

  Jack takes down his sweatpants and exposes his huge erection. He puts his hand on the nape of my neck and loweres my head to his member. I begin to suck and release his cock rhythmically as his body moves with the same grace that it displayed on the mat.

  His breathing becomes deep and loud and before I expected it, he lets out a moan and my mouth is flooded with his hot cum. I swallow as he pulls up his pants and tells me to go back to class.

  I stumble back into class, hardly knowing what planet I’m even on.

  I return sheepishly to my mat and can't even look at Ms. Liz. Within minutes, Jack struts back into class and picks up just where he had left off. His re-entry is seamless as I struggle to command my body to perform even the most basic poses.

  As class ends, I scrambled myself out the door as quickly as I can without saying a word to Jack.

  The Recovery

  I’ve been obsessing about my encounter with Jack throughout the whole week. I’ve never felt so torn inside. On one hand, he’s so fucking hot I can’t stand it. On the other hand, I can’t believe that he the nerve to force himself upon me in that way.

  But the way he made me feel, in my most sacred space... Ohhhh.

  Lyndsey and I arrive for class on Thursday and Jack is in the parking lot on the phone. He gets out of his car and grabs my arm, motioning me to get into his back seat.

  “Would you mind saving us a couple of spots in class?” he says, looking at my suspicious friend as she heads into the studio.

  “Sure,” says, winking at me.

  As if I’ve lost every ounce of common sense, I find myself hopping into the stranger’s car. What’s gotten into me?

  Jack continues on with his business call. I take a moment to admire his physique, which is even evident in his business attire. He looks so powerful in his suit and silk tie as he talks in a language that I hardly recognize.

  What happens next is beyond shocking as he pushes me down on his back seat and starts to massage my breasts, first with his fingers. He lifts up my t-shirt and exposes my breasts.

  My nipples harden as he lands his tongue on the tip of one of them. He licks ever so perfectly, all the while maintaining his work phone conversation.

  I look to see a bulge hardening in my pants as he flicks my nipples with his fingers. He pulls out his cock and starting stroking it slowly- right in the middle of the parking lot!

  He’s mid-sentence when he shoves his penis in my mouth starts thrusting in and out with intensity. I don't have underwear on under my spandex yoga pants and I can feel my crotch getting moist as I suck his cock.

  Part of me wishes Jack would hang up the phone and give me his undivided attention, and the other part of me is so turned on that he actually has the nerve to carry on his business call while sexing it up with me.

  Jack's hands make their way off of my head and down to my hips as he stretches my yoga pants down to my ankles. I release his cock from my mouth.

  I can tell from the look in his eye what his next plans are for me.

  Oh god...

  He thrusts his hard cock into my pussy. My opening is hungry and his hard penis feels like home inside of me. Jack's breathing becomes labored as he begins to make less and less sense during his phone conversation.

  He continues to build his momentum and drive himself in and out of me until I come. I open my mouth to scream, and he shoves his hand over my lips. Jack closes his cell phone and throws into the back of his BMW.

  He turns me over so that my ass is facing him and he resumes fucking me from behind with a fierceness that I'll ever forget. Just moments later, he drips hot cum on my ass as he screams out and collapses on top of me.

  Jack’s phone rings- it’s the caller that he hung up on. As he apologizes to the caller, I regroup and make my way into class, praying that Lyndsey or Ms. Liz won’t be able to smell the sex on my body.

  Jack never made his way into the class. As Ms. Liz wraps the class up, I practically run out of the studio as class concluded while Lyndsey chases after me. As we approach Lindsey’s car, I can see that there is a note under her windshield wiper, along with a single long-stemmed white rose. My hand goes limp as reach for the note that reads: Please join me after class in my office. Ring the buzzer and I will buzz you in. I turn over the note see that it’s Jack's business card:

  JW Legal LLP

  Comprehensive Legal Services to Individuals and Organizations

  133 Mainland Ave

  Suite #3

  Salem MA

  978 468 8473

  JWLegal@JWlaw.com

  Lyndsey swiped the card from my hand.

  "No Callie, I'm driving you home."

  I surrender to Lindsey’s motherly caution. But mainly because I want to go home and shower before I present myself at Jack's office.

  I get home and take a quick shower. I didn't even wash my hair because I knew I didn't have time to blow it dry- I didn't want Jack to think I had been home long after class. I get out my favorite "Lucky Brand" jeans that make my butt look full, but not too full… I put on a cream-colored cashmere cardigan with brown boots and feel ready to go.

  I’m so nervous, but in a thrilling way as I leave for Mainland Ave.

  I arrive at his office building and notice that all of the lights are out. I approach the main awning of the building and open the door where there’s a giant directory with office names and numbers.

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nbsp; I find the buzzer for Suite 3 and hesitantly pressure it until it sounds. I hear the lock on the door release and I feverishly let myself in and head up in the elevator.

  When I arrive at the 3rd floor I step out of the elevator and follow the signs to J.W. Legal, L.L.P. As I approach Suite #3, the door opens and Jack comes out to greet me.

  Jack looks like a different man to me in the backdrop of his office. His height is more impressive and the lighting illuminates his blue eyes and the gold of his hair. He looks crisp and new even though I know his day has been long.

  "I'm so glad you found my office. I wasn't sure if I'd see you again tonight. I want to apologize that you didn't have my full attention earlier in the car," he says, grinning.

  "Oh, you don't have to apolo..."

  Before I could finish my sentence, Jack pulls my mouth to his and directs our bodies into his suite. He locks the door and dims the lights in his office.

  I can feel my lower region already heating up.

  He kisses me deeply in a way that instantly has my whole body wanting his. He lifts up my cashmere sweater and swirls his tongue over my ribs and up towards my breasts. He unclips my bra and slides his hands all over my tits; taunting my nipples with gentle suction. I reach down to unzip his pants, only to find that Jack has already released his erection.

  The familiar stranger pushes me onto his desk and drives his cock in and out of my warm cleavage and up towards the caress of my lips. I hold my tongue out and groan every time it makes contact with his tip.

  Jack unties his silk tie as I unbutton his shirt. His chest is hard, beautiful and begging for my lips. I paint his pecs with my tongue until Jack tugs my Lucky Jeans off and moves my turquoise lace thong aside.

  He buries his mouth into my crotch.

  “Oh.” I can’t help from letting out a moan.

  Jack slides two of his fingers into my hole as his tongue massages my vagina. I’m on the verge of climax when Jack pulls his fingers and face out of my crotch and rams my pussy with his huge cock.