The Billionaire’s Crush

by Tineka Brown

  They came together; their cries echoing over the sound of the waves crashing against the sand. Their bodies trembled with the aftermath of their passion and David captured her lips with his; his cries echoing with hers as he plundered her lips; his body shaking over hers. This woman was his and he thanked God for the privilege of loving her; of finding a love that was so encompassing that he felt wrapped around him like velvet.

  They heard voices in the distance and he pulled out of her and pulled the dress over her head and then pulled on his trunks. He balled up her wet swimsuit in the towel and the held hands as they made their way back to the hotel.

  They showered together and he helped her blow dry her tangled hair. “How about a night cap?” he asked as she slipped on her black see through nightgown.

  “What do you have in mind?” she asked as she climbed on the bed, tucking her feet underneath her.

  “Champagne and strawberries.” He reached for the phone. He had not bothered to put on any clothes but had pulled the soft hotel robe over his naked body.

  Okay,” she told him with a smile.

  Within minutes there was a knock on the door and he grabbed his wallet and went to answer the door. The bell boy wheeled in the trolley and on it rested a bucket with a bottle of champagne resting in it and beside it, a bowl of strawberries completed with whipped cream. He smiled charmingly and went away happy with the tip David gave him.

  They drank champagne in bed and David taught her how to eat the strawberry and drink down the wine. It was delicious. “You’re spoiling me,” Abby told him as she licked the strawberry juice from her lips.

  “I want to spoil you,” he reached out wiping the liquid that she had missed from her mouth.

  They emptied the bottle of champagne and ate the strawberries and later that night he used the whipped cream on her breasts and licked it off clean, showing her another way to drive them both crazy.

  Chapter 9

  “I have never been in a relationship before,” she told him as she put the butter soft lobster into her mouth. They were having dinner in one the restaurant’s the hotel had. She had protested that she did not own a cocktail dress and he had calmly told her that she was married to a man that had money at his disposal. He had gone to the swanky boutique inside the hotel and she had reluctantly chosen a black dress that hugged her breasts and waist and flared gently around her legs. She had peeked at the price tag and her eyes had widened incredulously.

  “Don’t do that,” he ordered, plucking the dress from her hands and marching them to the register. He told her to pick out shoes and she did; choosing black high heels that made her appear taller.

  “I was kissed once when I was going to school and it was horrible,” she said laughing. He looked at her lovingly. He loved looking at her; he had noticed the stares she had gotten as soon as they entered the restaurant and he felt on top of the world.

  “If you had enjoyed it I would have to find him and beat him up,” he said indulgently. He was away from his company for more than two months and he did not care. Usually he loved spending time in the massive building that housed his offices and to him it was more play than work but being with Abby he realized that all that meant little to him.

  There was background music playing softly and there was the tinkle of utensils and muted chatter and the ambiance was magnificent. David had chicken in lemon sauce and pumpkin rice.

  Her laughter tinkled out. “When are we leaving here?” she asked him.

  “When do you want to leave?” he countered.

  “Oh, so it’s up to me?” She teased.

  “Entirely,” he told her seriously.

  “Don’t you have a billion dollar company to run?” she asked him.

  “That’s the thing about employees; they tend to do the work and with the age of technology, I can run my company from pretty much anywhere.” He told her with a mischievous smile. “I want to spend quality time with you Abby and I don’t intend to put anything in front of you.”

  She reached out and held onto his hand that was resting on the table. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “You take my breath away.”

  “That was the plan,” he told her with a gentle smile. “I love you my wife.” He leaned forward and kissed her lingeringly on the lips.

  *****

  They explored and David took her into the various gift shops where she bought presents for everyone. She had hesitated at first but he had threatened to buy out the entire store if she continued to deny him the pleasure of spending their money. So she had succumbed. Their days and some nights were spent at the beach and he had insisted on buying her different bathing suits for each time; so now Abby had a ton of bathing suits. She was now confused but she had learned to give in to him and not feel guilty about him spending money on her. After all he was her husband.

  They made love every chance they got. In the sea far away from the rest of the people; he would pull aside her panties and slip inside her while she put her legs around his waist for leverage; his mouth crushing hers to capture her cries.

  “I want children eventually but not right now,” he trailed his finger down her stomach. They were in bed and had just finished making love and she had reached for her robe but he had stopped her. “I want to look at you,” he had told her softly.

  She looked up at him with a teasing smile. “How much time are we talking about?”

  “Maybe five or so years,” he said with a grin. “By then I figure I would know every single part of your body.”

  “Is that so?” she captured his hand as it ventured to her pubic area. He found every excuse to touch her and she was getting used to it.

  “Hmm,” he murmured, pulling his hand away to continue its journey. Abby gasped as he dipped a finger inside her. “I can’t keep my hands off you,” he told her huskily. His finger moved inside her and Abby arched her body upwards. “You drive me crazy with desire.” He slipped another finger inside and worked them rapidly, his eyes on her face.

  “David,” she moaned; her body moving against his fingers.

  “Tell me,” he said huskily. “Tell me you love me.”

  “I love you,” she was beside herself; her body feverish. “I love you.”

  He removed his fingers and placed them in his mouth, her eyes never leaving hers as he licked his fingers. With a deliberate movement he took his erection in his hand, moving his hand up and down its length; his eyes still on hers.

  Abby tore her gaze away from his and fastened it on the movements he was making. He pulled her on top of him; guiding his penis inside her. Abby moaned and braced her hands on his chest. He held onto her bottom and moved her hips as he pushed himself inside her. Abby cried out and started riding him furiously; her control breaking. David watched her through narrowed eyes as her breasts jiggled each time she moved. His hips arched off the bed as he shot his load deep inside her; his body shaking uncontrollably.

  *****

  They left Jamaica a week and a half later and went back to the islands. Pastor David and the rest had already left. They would be staying at the church cottage for two days and then they would go home.

  Deacon Williams met them at the airport and remarked that it was lovely to see them. “We accomplished quite a bit since you have been gone,” he told them with a beaming smile. Abby gave him a hug, very happy to see him.

  “Have you been to the children’s home?” she asked him as soon as they settled in the car. David had asked his father to return the rental for him.

  “My wife is very concerned about her pet project,” David told Deacon Williams in amusement.

  Abby felt a jolt as he called her his wife, she still had not gotten used to it.

  “Everything is okay Sister Abby. Moira wanted to know when you were coming back.” Deacon Williams said with a smile.

  “Oh goodness; Moira!” Abby had quite forgotten about the little girl. “How is she?”

  “Quite well actually, Sister Edith has her over at th
e house in the evenings.”

  “Oh that’s wonderful.” Abby said happily, settling back against her husband’s arms and enjoying the rest of the journey to the cottage.

  Sister Larkins was there to greet them when they arrived at the cottage and she told them that it was good that they had come back. She had prepared something for them in case they were hungry.

  “I want to see the work done on the church since we left David,” she turned to him. “Can we go over and I need to see Sister Grant and how she is doing.”

  “Of course baby,” he kissed her softly on the mouth. “Deacon could you be so kind as to take us?”

  “No problem Mr. David,” the Deacon said and went out to the car to wait for them. David put away their bags and they headed back out.

  The work on the church was practically finished; there was only the painting left to be done and there was even a small church office, well furnished with a desk and chairs and a filing cabinet. They would be coming by later in the week to install a telephone and a computer was on the desk.

  Next they went to visit Sister Grant who was delighted to see them and insisted that they be served lunch of curried chicken and rice. Abby gave her what she had bought for everyone at church including her. They spent two hours there and then went to the children’s home.

  Mrs. Hill gave them a report about the various things that were done and Moira came and launched herself into her arms.

  She told Abby how much she loved spending time up at the Williams’ place and how much she was enjoying school. They got back to the cottage at five thirty and Abby went into the kitchen to heat up the lasagna Mrs. Larkins had left for them. David was in the living room making arrangements for their travel for the day after tomorrow and catching up on some emails that were sent to him.

  He came in as she was setting the table. “I love this picture,” he said coming up behind her and wrapping his hands around her waist. She had showered and changed when they came back in and was wearing a wraparound skirt and a halter top white knit blouse that he had bought for her in one of the boutiques in Jamaica. Her skin shone golden against the white top and glowed with good health.

  “What picture?” she leaned back against him and cover his hands with hers.

  “This look of domesticity,” he told her teasingly, nipping her ear with his teeth.

  “Oh I see,” she said with mock gravity, a shiver running up and her spine as he touched his tongue to her ear. “So you expect me to be slaving in the kitchen while you go to work is that it?”

  “Unfortunately, I happen to have someone who comes in and does the housework so that won’t happen.” He told her. He let her go to pull out a chair for her to sit.

  “I am not having someone wait on me hand and foot David, I hope you know that,” Abby told him as he sat down beside her.

  “And I won’t have my wife slaving over housework when I am perfectly able to pay someone to do it.” He told her stubbornly.”Besides Martha has been with me for years and she has two sons to take care of; you would not want to deprive a single mother out of her well needed salary, would you?” his look was innocent as he stared at her.

  “That was low,” Abby said with a sigh. “She is not washing my underwear.”

  “Of course not baby,” he told her soothingly. “You are going to love her, you’ll see.”

  They finished the rest of the meal in companionable silence and they did the dishes together before going into the living room to watch a late night movie.

  They made love quietly and without haste and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Very soon it was time for them to leave and they said goodbye to all the friends they had made since they had gotten there. Sister Grant and the others had insisted on giving them a gift. A huge basket filled with tropical fruits. Abby told Moira that she would keep in touch with her and after a talk with Deacon Williams and his wife they had decided to let the little girl come and live with them.

  The flight was uneventful and they made good time getting home. David’s secretary had reserved a car for him and they went straight to the office. It was a towering building made almost entirely of reinforced glass and his office was on the top floor. They had left their bags in the car except for the package he had brought with him of little mementos brought back for his staff. His suite of offices were luxurious with expensive white carpets that you sink into and the reception area was manned by a tall sleek blonde that looked as if she had just stepped from a fashion magazine.

  The girl came towards them as soon as the elevator stopped as if she had been expecting them and maybe she was Abby thought. She felt a twist inside her as she stared at the flawless girl and wondered how many late nights she had spent with her husband. “I never sleep with members of my staff. It’ a rule.” He whispered in her ear, correctly gauging her expression. Before she could respond, the girl was upon them; lips parted to reveal impossibly perfect white teeth.

  “Mr. Wade welcome back and Mrs. Wade very nice to meet you.” She held out a hand to Abby who took it hesitantly.

  “Good to see you Jenna, how is your daughter?” David asked her with a brief friendly smile taking the messages she handed him.

  “She is doing well Mr. Wade thanks for asking. They are all in the board room waiting for you.” She went back behind her counter to answer the phone.

  He took her hand and led her to a massive door that led to the conference room. They all stood up as soon as they entered the room and Abby felt a jolt as she noticed the respect David’s presence commanded by these people, some of whom were much older than him.

  “Guys I would like to present to you my wife, Abigail Wade,” he said proudly.

  There was a flurry as they came over one by one to be introduced and the women to stare at her rings. Even if it was almost five o’clock and the end of a work day, no one seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Abby doubted that she would remember all the names but she just smiled and made the necessary comments.

  “Caroline would you take my wife into my office while I discuss some things with the board please?” David said after a few minutes. “Baby I won’t be long. Caroline is my personal assistant and thinks she is my mother you’ll be safe with her.” He grinned at the middle aged woman and kissed her on the lips before turning to go and take his seat at the head of the table.

  She followed the woman who although she was maybe in her late forties, was very stylishly dressed. She pushed open a door that led off the main lobby and Abby’s eyes widened as she took in her husband’s office. The room made her office at the church looked like a broom closet. There was a massive semi circular desk and on it were several late model computers. A highly glossed table was in the far corner with several decanters and wine glasses on it. There was a deep white leather couch in one corner and leading from the room was a bathroom and a changing room. The paintings on the wall looked very expensive and the lights in the ceiling were muted.

  “Would you like some coffee?” the woman asked in her very cultured voice and Abby guessed she had probably been to the best schools there were.

  “No thanks Caroline,” she said with a small smile.

  “Mrs. Wade don’t allow this to scare you, David does not put much stock into material things,” Caroline came into the room and placed a document on the desk. “We had to bully him into getting his office redecorated.” She added with a smile.

  “Thanks Caroline, and please call me Abby. I am just getting used to being called Mrs. Wade.” She told the woman with a slight smile. She wished she had dressed into something less casual than the floral dress she was wearing and the strappy sandals. The woman made her feel frumpy.

  She nodded. “I have to go and take the minutes for the meeting. Are you going to be okay?” she asked pausing by the door.

  “Yes, don’t worry.” Abby reassured her.

  “There’s a television set right over there,” she pointed to a large flat screen in direct line of the desk. “The remote i
s right there beside it. And Abby, don’t worry, you are the first woman to ever cause David to be out of his office for more than two months. You obviously are someone very special.” She left immediately.

  She sat around his desk, twirling the chair around; her hand caressing the smooth finish of the desk. This was luxury she had only seen on television and it was overwhelming. She had turned on the T.V. and had switch channels until she had gotten tired of the many channels and had turned it off. The only picture on David’s desk was a picture of his parents, smiling out at the camera.

  Her phone rang and she jumped; answering it on the second ring. “Hello?”

  It was David. “Hey baby, you okay?” he asked her.

  “Yes I am, just trying to get accustomed to all this luxury.” She told him; taking up a crystal paper weight in her hands and weighing it.

  “Don’t let it bother you,” he told her briefly. “I’ll be with you in another half hour. If you’re hungry or need anything just ask Jenna and you will not be taking advantage of her Abby; it would be her pleasure. See you shortly Mrs. Wade.”

  Abby hung up the phone, her cheeks glowing at his mention of her married name.

  She was playing a card game on one of his computers when he came in.

  “I hope you have discovered a new computer game for the company,” he drawled in amusement as he came behind the desk.

  “Not yet, give me another couple of minutes.” She told him teasingly. “All finished?”

  “Just about,” he plucked her from his chair and sat, pulling her onto his lap. “I just need to sign some papers and then we are out of here.”

  “David what if one of your staff comes in and sees me on your lap,” Abby gasped, trying to wiggle off.

  “My wife, my office, my staff,” he murmured. “So in essence there is no problem.” He bit her neck gently.

  “Stop!” she told him huskily. “David we are in a public place.”

  “I don’t care,” he told her; his tongue reaching out to soothe the tiny bite mark on her neck.