SAFEHOUSE (A BWWM BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE)

by Mia Caldwell

  His words filled me up with something indescribable, something similar to hope but more.

  He reached over and wiped away one of my tears with his thumb, giving me a sad smile. "I don't like to see you cry."

  I giggled, obviously hysterical at this point. Who laughs and giggles at the same time, anyway? This crying, dummy of a girl, that's who.

  "Can we just go back to before? Pretend like you didn't just give me an insanely expensive piece of jewelry?" Hey, I had to ask, right?

  Julien smile faded as he took in a deep breath. "I'm sure you have your notions about me, I do not generally have such intense feelings for other people. I try not to let myself have them. Especially after what happened with Danica. I'm rambling, I apologize.”

  Intense feelings? Oh God…

  “I met you and everything changed. I’ve seen you smile despite everything that has happened… You have a sense of wonder that I thought I’d never experience again. You’re not just my maid… And that bracelet isn’t some meaningless trinket. If I had a coin for the well, do you know what I’d wish for?”

  For the second time that day, I was speechless.

  “You… I’d wish for you…”

  “Take me home and I’ll grant that wish,” I replied, a fire burning hot inside me.

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  Chapter 17

  We parked the car in front of the château’s front entrance. Half of me wanted to bolt, to give myself time to properly go over what had happened back in town. The other half was curious. Oh so curious.

  I unbuckled my seatbelt, calmly picking up my handbag before turning towards Julien, facing him right on. I could see it in his eyes... He really did care about me, and I knew for a fact that I cared about him, too. So there we were, two people who cared about each other, just sitting there looking at one another.

  This needs something more, I thought. Let’s change it up a bit.

  I leaned forward, happy to see Julien meeting me halfway as our lips gently pressed together. I had to force my eyes shut—all I wanted to do was look at him. His hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me even closer to him. I opened my mouth slightly, and felt his tongue graze against mine, waiting for permission. I deepened the kiss, pulling my arms around his neck, wanting to get closer to him, and wishing the damned gear-shift wasn’t holding me back.

  Even though I wasn’t able to fully process it yet, my mind was catching up second by second. I was really kissing Julien. This was really happening.

  What had started out as a slow and tender kiss, was starting to pick up more heat. I pressed myself up against him even tighter, knowing there would be no complete satisfaction until nothing was between us. He pulled back in surprise, his eyes darting between mine, trying to figure me out.

  Oh no you don’t, I thought, leaning over further until I was practically in his lap, kissing him again. I always wondered why people made out cars, they were so cramped and there is nowhere to put anything. Never had that imagery in my head been clearer than now.

  He ran his hands up the sides my arms, sending goosebumps all down them, among other places. When I ran my hand through the thickness of his hair he hummed, dragging his hands down to firmly settle on my full hips. His hands bunched the fabric so that my sundress was slowly riding up my thighs.

  Everything was happening so fast, and it was taking my mind a few seconds to catch up with my body. I knew where this was going to lead, I wasn't that much of a dummy. But I had only done this once before, and I was afraid that I wasn't very good at it. And I damn sure wasn't going to do anything more in the small car.

  "Maybe we should head inside?" I asked, pulling away to clear my throat and get some air. I had to drag my eyes away from Julien's lips — they were pink and swollen from me kissing them. I just did that to him. I smiled and reached up to touch my own, grinning even wider when I felt them.

  Julien was in a daze, and when he snapped to he shook his head trying to clear out whatever was going on in it. "Perhaps you're right."

  It took a moment for either one of us to finally move, but when we did we moved fast. I was practically sprinting up the front steps, my heart beating fast in my chest. Julien grabbed my hand on the way into the foyer, pushing me up against the nearest wall and cupping my face in both his hands. I looked into his soulful brown eyes, wishing that the moment would never end.

  "Maybe a little further inside?" I breathed.

  Julien chuckled to himself. "Like my room, perhaps?"

  "That will do," I said, smiling up at him.

  The look on his face… I could see the want he had for me, something I had never really seen in man's eyes like that before. All I could think about was how much I wanted him.

  He pulled away and grabbed my hand again, leading me up the first flight of steps to the second level where his bedroom was. The wind was catching up my hair as we walked faster and faster, both chuckling at our silly selves. Just the fact that I could laugh with him like this was so enthralling to me. I had never had a relationship with someone like this, where I half wanted to yank their clothes off and half wanted to have a late night conversation with them.

  When we got to his door, he quickly fumbled for the key.

  "Do you really have to lock your door? Is all that necessary?"

  Julien shrugged his shoulders. "I guess not, but it makes me feel more secure. Especially with all the confidential information I keep inside of my room... Are we really going to discuss the security of my bedroom? Or are there more pressing matters to attend to?"

  I bit my lip. He was totally right, there were definitely more pressing matters to attend to. In fact when he practically shoved me inside of the room he really did press his matters up against me, and I definitely wanted to attend to them.

  Our hands were all over each other—one minute he was pushing me up against his wall, the next I had pulled him around and pushed him up against the wall instead. We both laughed and kissed each other, then laughed some more as we fumbled for each other's clothes. I was so excited I could hardly stand it, and judging by the growing bulge in Julien's nice slacks… he was pretty excited too.

  My dress went up over my shoulders and off into the corner. Julien let out a growl, unhooking the front clasp of my bra and tearing it free.

  "Is that better?" I asked, my voice husky and low. He did that thing that I loved where he narrowed his eyes at me with that wicked smile on his face.

  I couldn’t believe I was here with Julien in his bedroom... While the rest of the château was covered in darker colors, Julien's room was white with dark trim all around. His bed was even larger than the huge bed in the room I was staying in, with matching satin covers in a cream color. It just screamed sexy and relaxed at the same time, sort of like Julien was himself…

  Although nothing was relaxed about him now.

  He pulled me up against himself and began kissing down side of my neck, his mouth covering my skin with force and desire.

  "I just, need to… get this damn… thing off of you!" I grumbled, quickly becoming too impatient and yanking all the buttons off of his shirt. Whoops, I thought.

  "That was a $400 shirt, Amira," Julien mused, that wicked grin of his cutting across his face. I shrugged, still smiling as I quickly moved my hands down to the next part — his pants.

  "I’ll make it up to you," I replied.

  With a quick pull and snap back I was able to open his pants, pushing them down. I don't know why we were in such a rush – ideally I wanted to take my sweet, sweet time with him. But my bones felt like they were jumping in my body, my blood was boiling hot, and I could think about was what was going happen next. The rush… all of it was starting to really get to me, and I knew that I was probably soaked through between my legs. I couldn't help it, he was just so damn hot!

  He sighed as I stood back and pulled down my underwear as well, leaving me completely stark naked in front of him. All my inhibitions had just been thrown out the window, and
whoever this new person was who had taken over my body for the time being, she just didn't care. She wanted it all.

  "You are so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his words a slow interlude to the crazy flurry of activity going on in the room. Even as crazy as I was feeling inside, my heart squeezed at his words, and I teared up.

  "You aren't supposed to say things like that right now," I said, wiping at my face. "Save that for later, okay?"

  Julien smiled at me, and nodded. "Come here."

  I did, and with the last piece of Julien's clothing tossed to the side, I truly saw what he had been holding back for me this whole time. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

  "Jesus, Julien!" Okay, maybe it was silly to shout, but when I saw what he was packing… He just grinned knowingly.

  I slowly made my way back over to him, biting my lip as I did. I wanted to slow things down, just a little bit. It had only taken one minute for us to get to this point from the door opening, and I didn't want the next part only take two minutes. Forget that.

  Julien seem to get the idea, and brought his palm to my cheek, trailing his fingers down my jawline until he brought them up to my mouth where I kissed his fingertips, taking each one of them and pulling them into my mouth to gently suck at them. There were those lustful eyes his, again. They sent a chill right down to my core.

  "God, I love your lips, Amira. They're so full, so pretty, like little red pillows for me to kiss whenever I want," he muttered in my ear, his hands gliding down my sides until they reached my hipbones.

  My skin was almost buzzing underneath his touch, and I could almost hear my blood singing in my veins. How could his words do such crazy things to my body?

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  Chapter 18

  I put my finger up to his mouth, to quiet him, before replacing my finger with my mouth, kissing him full and long. I pulled my arms up around his shoulders, standing on my tiptoes until we were almost at equal eye level.

  He smiled at me, but it was a different kind of smile this time. There was something deeper there, and I knew that in one quick moment everything is going to change between us. I liked it.

  I could feel him… feel his hardness against me, feel him stirring. I let go of my hands from around his neck, and reached down between us to stroke him softly.

  I had never really done that before, but even so I wasn't nervous. This was Julien, after all, and I wanted to map out and kiss every part of his amazing body. I wanted to claim him as mine. If only for tonight.

  He sucked in a breath, slowly letting it back out as I picked up the pace, feeling the soft skin of him over his hard length. He was so big, I really wasn't sure if he was actually can fit everything inside of me, but I knew it was going to be fun to try.

  He cupped one of my breasts in his hands, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers, and rolling my nipple between them. The stark contrast of his skin against mine was beautiful, almost like a piece of art. I was obsessed, and I wanted to see every inch of him next every inch of me, and see how our skin would melt together as we finally made love.

  Julien's fingers rubbed over my sensitive nipples one at a time, eliciting moan after moan from me. My eyes flashed open wide, as he bent down and took one of them in his mouth. He flicked his tongue against one, before sucking on it, drawing it between his teeth. No one had ever done that to me before, and I was finding out very quickly why women liked it. The sensations that were flowing through me as he sucked and bit at me, they flowed down to my core, making me even wetter than before.

  I could feel my eyes rolling in the back my head, completely feeling blissed out already. But I didn't stop what I was doing to him, no, I wanted to keep him hard for me. It didn't seem like that was problem as I squeezed the head in my fist, a groan bubbling up from his throat, making me grin. I loved that I was causing him to make all these noises. I felt powerful. And at a time when I was constantly feeling paranoid and unsafe… it was a worthy feeling indeed.

  I squeezed him some more, before reaching down further and gently rubbing his balls, feeling the weight of them in my hand.

  "Fuck," he whispered, standing back up to look me straight in the eyes. "I need you on the bed. Now."

  I wanted to say something cheeky, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I did exactly what he wanted to, exactly when he wanted me to do it—right now. The way his voice changed when he was being demanding of me during this intimate of time… it was so damn sexual that I could barely stand it. If he would've made me wait any longer, I was sure to be begging for it.

  I laid back on the bed, my legs open wide and waiting for him. He slunk across the bed toward me, taking his time as he did, reminding me of some sort of prowling jungle cat the way his muscles moved in his back and shoulders. He never took his eyes off of me, and I swear I could almost see flames burn within them.

  Julien put his knees between mine, looming over me with a sexy look. I reached up and dragged my hands down his abdomen, grabbing on to his hips for good measure, before trailing down the hard 'V' that was indented above his hip bones. I took him back in my hand, stroking him a few good times, his cock so hard for me. He groaned, knocking away my hands before putting one hand on either side of my shoulders, lying right above me.

  His hair swung into his face, and all he could see was the intensity in his eyes. "I want you to say it. I want to hear you say what you want." His voice was low and dark, meant only for me to hear in this very moment.

  "Fuck me. Please fuck me, Julien," I moaned, my hips beginning to move on their own accords. I couldn't control my limbs, they were writhing, and I arched up against him trying to get him to touch me. I felt like I was about to burn to ashes without him.

  My words set something loose inside of him, because the next thing I knew Julien had shoved his huge cock deep inside me, not bothering to say another word. And the scream that I let loose at the same time, I had to quickly cover up with my hand, scared that everyone would hear.

  But Julien didn't care, obviously not with the way he was thrusting himself inside of me. I had to keep my hand over my mouth, moaning and whimpering against my palm as I did, my breasts bouncing all over the place as he fucked me even harder. I think he liked making me make those noises, too.

  I could feel the sweat already dripping across my forehead, matching the perspiration on Julien's forehead. He closed his eyes momentarily, looking as completely filled and satisfied as I felt inside.

  He paused only to roll me to the side, hitching my leg up as he hit new spots inside me from the new angle. I shook from the oncoming orgasm, unable to believe that it felt this good, that anything could feel this good. And when he reached down between my thighs and started slowly rubbing my clit, I felt myself explode and fall apart all at once. I let out a scream that I could no longer contain behind my hand, tears rolling down the side of my face as every emotion bubbled up to the surface.

  Oh God… It’s so fucking good!

  Wave after wave of satisfaction tossed me about, and the realization of my feelings for him were like aftershocks. I loved him, and he… I didn’t know how he felt... But at the moment, none of that really mattered.

  Again he flipped me over, until I was on my knees bent over, my full ass in front of him almost looking as if it were on a silver plate ready to be served. He gave each ass cheek a good hard slap, before diving in for another go at me. My heavy breasts swung as he shoved himself into me over and over, my last orgasm threatening to spill over into another one. I wasn't sure if I could even handle another round, and Julien was still going right at it, looking as though he was never going to stop. At least not anytime soon…

  He grunted, getting louder and louder each time that his balls slapped against my sex. I reached down and began to touch myself, feeling the slickness of me coating his cock as he pushed in and pulled out.

  "Oh, oh God. I'm going . . . I'm going to come!" He practically roared behind me. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he
fucked me even harder, slamming home one last time before spilling himself into me, deeply.

  I wriggled myself around him, milking him for everything he had. I don't know why I felt that was a good idea… But it didn't matter in the heat of the moment. I wanted every tiny piece of him I could get.

  I collapsed onto the bed below, panting. Julien crept beside me, spooning me from behind. As he wrapped his arms around my stomach I looked over and smiled at him, still completely shocked that all this had transpired.

  "So do you think you're just my maid?" He asked, his words ticklish against my ear.

  I laughed, shaking my head no. "God, I hope not. I'd hate to see what happens when you're alone with Marie."

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