Billionaire's Black Runaway Love (BWWM Romance)

by Ciara Cole

  He laid her down in the bedroom and practically ripped off her already ruined blouse, followed by her bra, skirt, and heels. Then he undressed, so quickly his movements were a blur. When he joined his lips to hers again, the burn of flesh was everywhere. A week without him had seemed like a year and yet still felt like it was just yesterday. What was it about love that made his body, and everything about him, so familiar and yet still brand new? Like the first time, but still like forever. Emily moaned and writhed beneath him, wanting to touch and taste and breathe him – and hold on tight as long she dared.

  But could anyone really hold him? Emily knew so many must have tried and failed. The thought of getting so close to paradise and losing it all, again had Emily’s heart fluttering weakly. Instinctively, her face turned away, her hips pulling back.

  Chace was already poised to enter her and was sprinkling soft kisses on her face, her neck. Emily’s boneless frame melted as she instantly weakened and her heartbeat accelerated as that untamed wildness took over her uneasiness. But Chace seemed to have sensed her hesitation, and what he said next was an indication.

  “If begging is what it takes, then I’ll do it,” said Chace’s voice as if from far away. He was breathing the words onto her body as his lips descended while he moved down her body. Emily’s seeking fingers found the top of his head, clenching into the locks.

  “Just to keep me from going insane – I’ll do what it takes,” he whispered on the rippling concave of her torso. He moved further down, down to her heated sex. “Please.”

  The single syllable was dragged out, into her body, as his mouth settled on her slit and Emily’s lower body bounded up to meet him. He was driving me straight out of my mind.

  He kept her legs open and in place with his arms firm on her hips, his hold prepared for each buck, twist and roll of her hips as Emily went wild beneath his onslaught. Her tender, swollen clit was sucked, kissed, and nibbled, her entrance stabbed and laved with his tongue, her folds plucked into his lips. Emily’s insides trembled, purring noises spilling from her lips. It took less than three minutes of Chace’s skillful teasing to have Emily exploding beyond his or her control.

  Her body arched steeply off the bed, then flopped down again, her head whizzing. Her hips gave a few more reflexive jerks as Chace let his tongue and lips keep tormenting her as he licked at her juices.

  By the time he moved back up her body again, Emily’s strength of will and possession of self had returned. Her eyes were wide and knowing as they held Chace’s.

  “Do I get my turn now?” she asked, with just the tip of her tongue running from one corner of her parted lips to the next.

  Chace’s eyes blazed, but there was no time for questions because Emily moved quickly to maneuver him on his back.

  Swinging on top of him, she gave a twisted smile. He wasn’t the only one with powers to tease and please. With the right man, a woman like her could be very inventive, not to mention provocative and daring.

  “Emily…”

  She knew he’d try to stop her if he could. Maybe he didn’t want her to feel she had to reciprocate. This wasn’t about what she had to do, though. It was about what Emily needed. And right then she needed to taste him, all of him. Have his maleness stretch her mouth the way it did her sex each and every time.

  First, Emily kissed Chace softly on the mouth to let him know she wouldn’t be deterred. This was for her. Then she worked her way down slow, real slow. Emily didn’t know where on earth she learned any of this. It certainly wasn’t out of habit. She hardly ever took the lead in the bedroom, even though she always did her best to be responsive and interactive. With Chace, she didn’t have to think it through; her mind moved on autopilot, telling her exactly what made him feel good.

  That and his deep growls of pleasure were her indicator as she snaked her way down his gloriously fit body, with those gorgeous chocolate abs as her friends liked to call it. The type that was perfectly ridged and looked as invitingly chiseled as a slab of chocolate – ready set for her to sink her teeth into.

  She grazed him with her teeth, loving the taste and texture of him. Her tongue roved around his nipples and slid down in a wet trail to his groin, his groans like music to her ears. Her hands circled his now impossibly hard shaft, and she couldn’t help but hum in appreciation.

  Chace sucked in a breath, but didn’t otherwise move as Emily licked lollipop circles around his tip and length. Her hands stayed busy stroking, cupping, and pumping, just as she wrapped her lips over his thick mushroom cap and sucked. Her mouth moved down on him in a wet glide of lips and tongue, her moan of delight echoing with Chace’s groan of pleasure. His pelvis rocked up to accept her bobbing head as her mouth slurped on his massive tool, her throat taking him deep.

  Emily would have gladly been lost in her own world of giving him pleasure, but something made her look up to hold his gaze while she sucked him. Her throat rippled around him, burying him in slick, eager warmth.

  Chace made a face that was part agony, part ecstasy. He was cupping her head in his hands, not so much guiding her but cradling her as she took him as deep as she dared. Her eyes told him she wanted him to lose control, her energetic lips and tongue giving him the go-ahead he needed if he wished to give her his come, right in her mouth.

  Reading her perfectly, Chace let out a raspy grunt and arched off the pillows, suddenly tugging her off his member and pulling her mouth to meet his. He smoothly shifted her down on her back, their lips never breaking. It could easily have turned animalistic, uncontainable. Emily was already brimming wet and she could feel his rigid staff probing against her slit.

  Instead, things slowed down and eased into a sublime advance, with Chace’s kiss initiating a butterfly effect to culminate in something neither of them had ever expected.

  Something real, something solid taking shape and building right before their eyes.

  Emily slid her legs and arms around Chace, feeling him slowly press his crown into her dripping slit. Her head rolled back and the flat of his tongue stroked the skin of her neck, her chest, and her breasts.

  This way was even hotter and freakier, feeling Chace just within the rim of her sex, having him tease the sensitive tissues and nerve endings there. Ooooh, he was good. He knew just how to make her cream. Wet, hot, and slick, her snug-fitting walls undulated to the rhythm of each plunge of that steel-like shaft.

  Soon, neither of them could hold back. Chace increased his pace…Emily’s moans grew louder, her hips rolling to get more and more of him inside her. She felt him roam his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts and tugging her nipples. But when he reached his hand in between them to rub her clit in time with his thrusts, Emily bucked and shook.

  Sounds of their passion thundered in the room, rugged groans and squeaking cries mixed in with the lush, lewd melody of flesh slapping on flesh, grinding in and out, sliding, and rocking.

  “Oh fuck,” Chace rasped, feeling Emily’s tightness pulsing around his length. Just watching his face as he looked down to stare at the point they were linked together was enough to take her over the edge. Crying out, she gave in completely, buried in that ultimate sugar rush that went straight to her brain.

  She loved that Chace didn’t stop thrusting or stroking on her swollen clit till she’d reached her last tremble. Then he pulled his hand away and groaned as he rammed into her over and over, too close himself to sustain that maddening, rampant pace that made Emily’s eyes water. There was no mistaking the way he swelled and throbbed inside her, letting her know he was reaching the peak. There was no time to waste, thought Emily as her brain suddenly shot into action.

  “Chace, I want it in my mouth,” she breathed, right before she urged him on his back again. In an instant she wrapped her lips around his rock hard member. To her delight, Chace grabbed her head and thrust into her mouth one, twice, thrice. Before long he shot into her mouth – thick and ropey and so much she had to swallow quickly to keep up.

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  Emily smiled to herself, snatching the last droplet from his tip and swallowing the rest down her throat, feeling like a very satisfied Cheshire cat. She straddled Chace, and he cradled her head, leaning up to catch her lips with his. “Fuck,” he said again, along her lips as they kissed moistly and heatedly. The atmosphere still felt fogged up with their sweltering passion, and Emily closed her eyes in bliss thinking this moment held no definition.

  Even now, with her head clear of the fog and the morning light at full burst, Emily still had no words for how last night had culminated.

  And so far neither of them had had much to say since waking up side by side – until Chace finally spoke. “Breakfast?”

  Emily shook her head. “Shower.” She made a face because Chace hadn’t let her leave the bed even once since they had both jumped in it last night. Each time she thought of crawling out to at least wash, Chace dragged her back in again for another robust round of forbidden delights.

  Thankfully, Chace chose to relent this time – on the condition that they did it together. There was no hit or miss with that one, thought Emily as Chace’s sinfully sexy body joined hers beneath the shower. It was only the second time they were showering together and Emily could see herself getting used to this. Foolishly, she was getting caught up, but now she didn’t really care. Giggling as Chace kept busy putting his hands in places he shouldn’t, Emily tried to fight off his teasing touch again and again.

  She felt like a teenager again, at least her heart did. It was a long while since she’d been this carefree. Why did everything feel so comfortable with Chace? Could she really take the chance he seemed to offer?

  In these stolen moments with him, maybe it was time she stopped questioning every single element. There would be time enough to choose when they both went back to reality.

  She just never would have expected what she’d find waiting when they returned.

  Chapter 15

  It was barely three days later that Emily got the unexpected phone call.

  A voice she couldn’t recognize asked if they could have a little talk.

  “Who is this?” Emily asked with a frown. She’d only just got back from visiting Ciara at her shop, Pastry Zen. They’d needed to catch up after Emily’s impromptu trip to Vegas with Chace. They’d stayed for two days before returning due to important business concerns Chace had waiting to be attended to.

  The trip had been eventful to say the least, every hour spent with Chace a delight – both in and outside the bedroom. Emily finally got to enjoy more of Vegas and it had nothing to do with gambling or designer shopping.

  Emily had particularly enjoyed them visiting an award-winning resort and both being pampered with the most luxurious spa treatment imaginable. She’d definitely needed to be revived and replenished considering the nightly exertions she indulged in behind closed doors with her masterfully insatiable companion.

  But it wasn’t just sex. They did check out the best restaurant and clubs, and Emily had to admit, folks sure knew how to get down in Vegas.

  Now finally home, Emily had planned on a quiet evening soaking in a scented tub and catching up on her reading. Maybe she would even update her blog, which was going along great.

  Then she got this strange call out of the blue.

  “Who I am doesn’t matter for now,” the voice, which Emily noted was female, said. “What does is how much information I have about your involvement with Chace. And what will happen if the whole torrid romance goes public.”

  Emily went still for a moment as those words sank in. “What makes you think you can call me up and threaten me with something like that?”

  She had that feeling again like she was in a really bad melodrama.

  “I wouldn’t exactly call it a threat. Just a warning,” the woman said airily. “I’ve got photos, and I’ve done some background checking. You’re just a waitress who happened to have caught the attention of the Chace Hammond – billionaire business mogul whose family is one of the most respected in the country. How would it look getting his name dragged in the mud when the story of your relationship with him comes out?”

  “What makes you think we’re in any kind of relationship? And what gives you the right to cook up stuff about other peoples’ personal lives?” Emily was fuming so hard she could barely see straight. If she had the person right there she’d…Emily clenched her fist and strove for control.

  “It’s not like I’m making things up,” the woman said carelessly. “You have been seeing Chace Hammond. I’ve got proof. Both of you together outside a club and even coming out of his home the morning after spending the night with him. Then a few nights ago, he picked you up from the restaurant where you work and you both took a trip on his private jet. I take it you’re back now, which means you both spent those days in some hideaway and now you say nothing’s going on?”

  Emily dragged a hand through her hair. “You know what, I don’t care what you think you know about me and Chace. And you can go ahead to do whatever the hell you want. I don’t care. But if you call me up again with your shit, then you’ll better be ready for the consequences.”

  With that, Emily cut the call hurriedly before she said anything else she’d regret – like threaten to break every bone in the woman’s body if they came across each other.

  It took a lot for Emily to calm herself down and think things over rationally. Obviously, some scumbag trying to start up a scandal was simply fishing to hear what Emily had to say. Something incriminating or note-worthy to add to the bag of lies they’d already cooked up, thought Emily grimly.

  She spent the next hour pacing the four corners of her small living room, weighing the situation in her mind. When her phone rang again and she saw it was Chace, she hesitated somewhat before finally answering.

  His deep, warm and confident voice brought up the topic of dinner after asking how her day had been. They’d last seen only that morning and hearing his voice on the phone brought an ache to her chest. Somehow she found her voice and made some excuse about not being available for dinner.

  “What’s wrong?” Chace asked after a moment’s pause. His light tone had grown sober, as if he sensed she wasn’t herself.

  “It’s nothing,” Emily said on a heavy sigh. “Look, Chace, I don’t think it will be possible for us…you know, to continue. For now, let’s just take some time off to…”

  “I’m coming over.”

  The darkened tone of his voice was filled with authority, that no-nonsense side of Chace that made Emily want to stamp her feet like a child. “Chace, now is really not the time…”

  “You’ll stay put at home and wait till I show up, Emily. We have a lot to iron out.”

  We certainly do, Emily thought in resignation as she heard Chace hang up amidst her protests. She couldn’t deny they had some talking to do, but she’d rather not have to face him while they did it. But of course, Mr. Bossy was having none of that.

  She saw him pull up in front of her apartment, in a midnight-black Bentley this time, which he drove himself.

  He crossed the street in quick, measured strides to the front door where Emily was waiting in the open doorway. His expression didn’t look like his mood had improved since their phone call. Emily stepped to the side and allowed him in silently.

  Moments later, they were in the living room, Emily’s arms wrapping around herself as she made herself meet Chace’s unreadable gaze.

  “Now will you tell me what’s going on?” he asked in a gentler tone than she’d expected.

  “Chace, it’s pretty simple. I’m having second thoughts about…this whole thing we have going on. I feel like we should step back a bit and consider if we really want to go further with this.”

  “How about how I feel? Does that get any consideration while you make drastic decisions for both of us?” Chace had a dangerously soft tone to his voice now.

  “I have to think of what’s best for me,” she told him imploringly. And what’s best for you, too.


  Emily didn’t want to complicate life for anyone. Whoever the reporter was trying to stir up a mess, she wanted no part of it and certainly didn’t want to put Chace in a position that would bring him embarrassment.

  She’d seen what a scandal could put two people in love through when something similar had happened to Ciara and Zane. Emily viewed her relationship with Chace as too fragile to risk facing a storm so soon. They’d barely just got back together, hadn’t even properly defined what it was they shared, and now this.

  “Is this ten years ago all over again?” Chace said, his brow snapping together in an angry line. “You suddenly decide we’re through because of something you think I did? What is it this time, Emily? What unforgivable crime do I have to feel guilty for now?”

  “That’s not how this works,” Emily fired back heatedly. “No one’s blaming you for anything. And can we please not bring up the past?”

  “I think it’s about time we did. Because I can’t keep fighting shadows, never knowing what I’m really up against,” growled Chace. “All those years ago, you chose to end things and I made the mistake of thinking I had to respect your decision. I knew my family was giving you a hard time and perhaps we were both too young to stand firm against the challenges…”

  “Your family and how they treated me had nothing to do with our break up,” Emily said, her own anger flaring. “That was all on you, Chace. And I knew you’d deny everything or try to make me see reason if I told you the truth about what I saw.”

  There, she’d finally let it out, thought Emily with grim finality.

  For so long she’d sworn never to let Chace know the truth, to feel his pity or see the guilt in his eyes when he realized Emily knew he’d betrayed her. That would cut her in half more than anything else.

  Emily would never forget the pain she’d felt. It came back clear as ever, bringing a fresh stab of agony to her heart.