100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  6

  Athena

  Remember when I told you that Malcolm was being picky about the women I was sending? Well, tonight that pickiness comes to an end.

  If you’re wondering why I’m saying that, the answer is a simple one: tonight Malcolm has a date with me. Yeah, this is the first time I've ever agreed to go out with a client of my company, but what can I do? It’s not like I have any other option. If Malcolm doesn’t fall in love with anyone, the money I’ll owe him will be like a nail in my coffin. And then there are those fucking tapes … Yeah, if I don’t seduce Malcolm, my company is finished, and that, dear, will never happen under my watch. My company is my baby, and I’ll fight tooth and nail to protect it.

  We’re meeting at Masa and I’m already late—20 minutes, to be precise. That’s on purpose, of course, but I bet you already knew that. You see, even though most of the girls I sent to meet Malcolm were high quality ones, I bet they fell under his spell the moment they saw him. I mean, it’s not like I can blame them—wealthy, handsome, and charming? Yeah, I had to fight hard not to fall under his spell as well. Thing is, I had my heart broken before, and I know exactly what kind of man Malcolm is.

  I won’t be a fool again, and I have Ben to thank for that.

  I spot Malcolm sitting at one of the tables in the dimly lit dining room, his back turned to me. Stopping for a few seconds, I watch him check his wristwatch, and only then do I approach him.

  “You’re late,” Malcolm tells me, raising his eyes to meet mine, an easy smile on his lips as I sit across from him. “I thought you were the consummate professional.”

  “I am a professional, you’re right about that,” I start, smiling back at him. He’s wearing a Tom Ford suit, and God he looks amazing. Why does a man like him even need my services? Just look at those lips… they were made for kissing, and I can’t help but wonder what else they were made for. Okay, okay, I know … I have to take my mind out of the gutter right now. I need to keep my focus. “But I’m not here on work, am I?”

  “Depends on how you look at it, doesn’t it? I’m surprised, though. I wasn’t expecting you.”

  “Of course,” I merely say, grabbing the empty cup in front of me and raising it slightly. Malcolm grabs the bottle of sake and tilts it toward me, the fermented rice drink dropping smoothly into the glass. “I thought you’d enjoy the surprise.”

  “And you were right.”

  You see, Malcolm had no idea that I’d be the one showing up today. All he knew was that my company had booked a dinner date for him at Masa; he had no idea which woman he’d be meeting today.

  “Are you that desperate you have to go out with me?” he continues, his jab a well placed one. I knew that, by coming here, Malcolm’s guard would be up, but I came prepared for it. “Desperate? I’m just curious,” I reply with a grin, taking a sip out of my sake while I keep my eyes trained on him. “My girls tell me you’re insufferable.”

  “Oh, really? They didn’t behave like it, you know?” He doesn’t waste any time thinking of his replies, and I can’t help but allow a smile to take over my lips as I realize that Malcolm is a quick-witted man. I like men who are more than just a pretty face, you know?

  “Women know how to hide their true feelings. But I see what they meant now… You’re too full of yourself, aren’t you?” My question could be a rhetorical one; the moment I saw him walk into my office, I knew he had an ego big enough to fill a ballroom.

  “Maybe, I guess,” he tells me with a shrug, and this time he catches me off-guard. Is he really admitting it?

  “Are you trying to play the humble card with me, Malcolm? Because I’m not the kind of girl that falls for that.” This time I decide to play defensively, test how thick the ice is before I put both of my feet on it.

  “The humble card? I don’t even know what the hell that is, Athena,” he tells me, that innocent expression on his face. “I know I can be quite the asshole sometimes, but I don’t apologize for who I am.”

  Jesus Christ, is he opening up to me? Or is this how he usually gets inside a woman’s panties? Careful, Athena, I hear a whisper echoing inside my head, and I have to resist the urge to bite down on my lower lip.

  “I’m not in the habit of apologizing for who I am, either. So that’s something we have in common,” I tell him, and this time I really mean it. Running the tip of my tongue between my lips, I try and remind myself that I have to keep my guard up—men like Malcolm are dangerous. Very dangerous.

  “And we both would like to see each other’s naked body, so that’s another thing we have in common,” he tells me, so casually that he could be commenting on the weather. I was taking a sip of my sake, and I’m so surprised by his words that I almost spit it all out.

  “Who says I want to see you naked?” I ask him, trying to keep a poised posture, and that while my heart pounds hard against my chest. The moment the words naked body fell from his lips, I couldn’t help but imagine him undressing in front of me, revealing his cut muscles and perfect body… I imagined my fingers going for his boxer briefs, pulling them down and revealing his large cock and—sweet mercy, it’s hot in here all of a sudden.

  “You told me. The moment I stepped foot inside your office, your eyes told me all about it… There’s no shame in it, Athena,” he smiles smugly, finishing his sake and refilling his cup.

  “Maybe I’m just curious,” I try to feign his jabs, but I’m a mess right now. My pussy is growing wet with each passing second, and that image of his naked body simply refuses to leave my mind. C’mon, Athena, focus!

  “Maybe … but, just like I said,” he continues, lowering his voice and smiling, “I’m curious as well.”

  I’m about to answer when the waiter comes to our table, notepad in one hand and pen in the other.

  “Have you decided on what you’ll be having for the night?” The young waiter asks us, and I realize that yes, I’ve already decided what I’ll be having tonight.

  And it’s not sushi—that much I can tell you.

  “Thank you, but I’m not hungry,” I tell the young guy waiting on us, but my eyes never leave Malcolm’s.

  “Me neither,” Malcolm whispers, standing up and dismissing the waiter with a quick nod. “Let’s get out of here,” he tells me, his words dripping anticipation. I simply nod at him, and my eyes wander down to his crotch, my imagination already working hard as it tries to decipher what kind of tool Malcolm hides under his pants.

  “Let’s,” I repeat after him, and I realize that my voice is even more loaded than his with anticipation.

  What the hell am I doing?

  7

  Athena

  I can’t believe what’s about to happen.

  It’s like a hypnotic trance as we both leave Masa and get into Malcolm’s limo as it pulls up to Columbus Circle. He’s staring at me. I’m looking at him.

  Hunger.

  Desire.

  Lust.

  But in the back of my mind, I remember what my mission is.

  I have to get him to fall in love with me. I can’t succumb.

  On the same token, if this man can do whatever he wants with women, then so can I with men And that means, of course, that it’s time to have some fun. What else? But even after I try to tell my brain all the reasons it needs to stay rational and not get caught up in Malcolm, I still crave him. How could I not? After our first meeting together, I can barely think of anything else.

  Yeah, that’s right.

  I’m telling the truth.

  I can’t get this glorious specimen of man out of my mind.

  Closing the divider between the driver, and us I move closer to him in the seat, my eyes on his. I can see it all there—desire, hunger, lust. Everything that I want to see in a man at a time like this if I want him to eventually fall in love with me.

  I’m breathing hard already, my cheeks flushing as I realize that I won’t be able to control myself if I don’t concentrate. Reaching for him, I lay my hand on top of his and s
queeze his fingers gently. We’re sitting side by side, looking at our reflection in the mirror that faces us.

  “Take me to paradise,” I whisper, turning into him and looking him in the eye; Malcolm’s lips curl upward into a slight grin and he’s ready but I need to explain myself further. “Just…no sex,” I tell him.

  He looks at me.

  “I can’t go all the way on a first date if I need you to respect me in the morning,” I tell him.

  Malcolm’s face falls.

  But I push out my chest and within seconds he’s thinking with the head that must be leaking precum.

  “We shall see,” he growls and I actually smile.

  The man is challenging me.

  Well, we shall see, won’t we.

  He leans into me; electricity pulsing between our lips when they press together. Both his hands are on my face, his lips brushing against me softly. “I want you to have me, but not now” I insist, as I pull back, looking into his eyes. There’s a mischievous expression on his face, one that tells me he already knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him.

  “We’ll see how long you keep that line,” he whispers. “You’re already crumbling. It went from no sex ever to no sex just for now.”

  “I want to do things right,” I whisper back.

  “If that’s what you want,” he smiles then, his hands going to my lower back as his mouth presses against mine once more. I grab his jacket and, with all the patience in the world, take it off of him; my fingers then go to his collar and I start unbuttoning his shirt, anticipating how it will feel to brush my fingers over the smooth skin of his chest.

  “You want me to fall in love with you?” Malcolm asks, breaking the spell.

  “It’s what I need,” I tell him as I come up for air. Sliding his hand under the opening in my dress, he rests the tip of his fingers over the dimples in my lower back, in that narrow patch of naked skin just before my thong. A shiver goes up my spine at his touch, my mind burning as I succumb to desire. So what if it’s wrong? Maybe I can make an exception just this once. Particularly if it involves someone as young and handsome as Malcolm.

  His fingers go around my hips and he rests them over my waist, tracing the contour of my thong as he goes. My heart is already beating fast, and it’s not because of lust and desire. Sure, there’s that too, but somehow it’s different now. It’s something more powerful, more… wickedly sinful. As we touch, the alchemy of our bodies turns wrong into right, forbidden into mandatory.

  I finish unbuttoning his shirt and brush my fingers over the hard lines of his abs, tracing their contour as if I’m taking measures. I let my hands climb up to his chest and then they go to his neck; his own hands go up my side and, grabbing my face gently, he parts his lips and slowly brushes his tongue against mine.

  How is it even possible to crave someone so much?

  His hands go up my body, settling on my shoulders as he hooks his fingers on the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, the front of the dress drooping over my breasts and baring my bra.

  He looks at me, licking his lips unconsciously as he looks at my almost naked chest, and then pulls me back into him once more. My naked skin brushes against his, and I can feel it prickling, goose bumps all over me. Trapped in his embrace, I feel his fingers on my back as he unhooks the velvety bra I still have on. I let it slide down my arms, my hard nipples sending a ripple of electricity down my torso as the cool air of the air condition from the limo laps at them.

  I sit still, letting Malcolm take a good hard look at me. He isn’t smiling or grinning; he just sits there, by my side, looking at my body as if I’m the last woman on earth.

  “You can’t imagine how much I want you. How much I need to feel my cock inside of you,” he says as I grab at his shirt and take it off his body, running the open palm of my hands down his arms. I smile at him, and without taking my eyes off of his, I let my fingers trace a slow and tortuous line over his chest and abs, and then down to his belt. Hooking my fingers around it, I pull Malcolm into me, our foreheads resting against each other. I reach for him with my mouth and tenderly bite his lower lip.

  “I can imagine it,” I say, “But not today.”

  His hands go down over the curve of my backside and he grabs me there, our bodies pressing against each other. With my naked breasts against his chest, I swear I can almost feel his heart drumming away.

  I unbuckle his pants and then I pull the belt out from its loops. My heart’s louder now, almost racing.

  This is a dangerous fucking game I’m playing. As softly as I can, I brush the tip of my fingers over his crotch, feeling the shape of his erection straining against his pants. To feel his desire for me is almost magical.

  Taking my time, I unbutton his pants, his length pressing against the back of my hands as I do it. My body is already aching to have him in me.

  Why am I holding back?

  Good question.

  I want to take my time. I deserve this. In time. Not now. There’s a bigger picture on the line.

  His pants unbuttoned, I brush my fingertip from the base of his cock to his tip, over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s pulsing with desire, but he has no other choice but to let me take the lead, allowing me to drive him insane before he finally snaps.

  I keep on brushing against his cock just like this, the tip of my finger going up and down, up and down in an endless loop. I look at him and he’s gritting his teeth, hunger flashing behind his eyes. He’s under my spell... as much as I’m under his.

  I grab the hem of his boxers, and careful not to touch his cock, I lower them. His massive erection springs free, pointing up and straight at me as if accusing me of tortuous teasing. Just like I love it.

  Still without touching it, I grab the hem of his trousers and slowly start pulling them down his legs as I go down to my knees on the limo’s carpeted floor. I look up at him, a grin on my face, and I know he’s bursting with anticipation.

  He kicks off his shoes hurriedly, and then I pull both his pants and boxers off, my hands then brushing against his lower legs and up. It’s almost as hard for me as it is for him. I want to tease, yes, but with his naked body so close to me, I’m teasing myself as well.

  My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock is throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. It’s almost impossible to resist.

  My fingertips go around his waist, and then I lower them to his inner thighs, feeling the warmness of his skin as his breathing starts to grow anxious. I lean into him, his cock just one inch away from my parted lips; but I remain in place, still not touching it. His body is tensing up, and I know how hard he’s resisting the urge to simply grab my head and thrust his hips at me.

  I open one hand, and with my open palm, I caress his balls, feeling their weight. They’re full with his seed, and I can barely wait to have him panting, his cock shooting his load deep inside me... Just by touching him there, his cock starts pulsing, thickening even more than what I thought would be possible. I let go of his balls and let one single finger brush over his cock all the way from his root to his tip; I then take it off and go back down to the base, repeating the process over and over again. I’m actually surprised by the way he’s resisting his own wild urges. I know I wouldn’t be able to.

  I tilt my head sideways, and leaning down, I plant my lips on his shaft. My kiss is soft, my mouth barely touching him, but even so I can feel the warm blood that runs through his cock furiously.

  I part my lips slightly, feeling more of his flesh on me, and I suck gently, kissing his shaft on a downward line all the way to his balls. I then go back up, stopping just one inch away from his tip. Pulling back, I look at him and let my tongue slowly escape my lips and reach for his tip.

  His hands go to my head when my tongue touches him, but he simply lays them there, not moving at all. I start tracing circles around his tip, smoothly brushing my tongue over his glans. I k
now he can’t wait for me to start sucking on him, and I just love how the anticipation is almost palpable.

  “It feels so good…” He whispers, his voice loaded with anxiety.

  “It does, doesn’t it?” Without even grabbing his cock with my hand, I open my mouth and carefully engulf his whole tip, pulling back slowly over it. He tangles his fingers in locks of my hair, and when I look up at him, I notice he has his eyes closed.

  “I just love how you handle my cock…” He says, breathing harder than before. I do it again, his glans inside my mouth, and then I slowly start lowering myself, his cock rolling over my lips and deep into my mouth. I press his thickness upwards with my tongue, and the moment I feel him exhale sharply, I grab his cock with my right hand. His hands on my head jerk a little, almost as if he has been shocked, and I can’t help but feel my pussy becoming moist and dampening my thong.

  Pulling back over his cock, I accompany the motion with my hand, and when enough of his cock is out of me, I grasp the rest of it with my other hand. Like that, I slowly start bobbing my head; I close my eyes then, his flavor and scent completely taking hold of all of my thoughts and pushing me toward a frenzied state.

  I start going faster, grabbing and caressing his balls with one hand while I suck him. I never imagined I would take so much pleasure out of sucking a man, but then again, I have never been with a man like Malcolm…. God, who would have imagined that having your mouth filled with a cock this massive would be one of the best feelings in the world? And I’m just talking about having him in my mouth, because when his cock is sliding deep into my pussy… How much better can all this possibly get?

  But not tonight. Not if I want to win this game.

  I’m going as fast as I can now, and I’m not even using my hands. His fingers on my head guide me as he thrusts, my mouth working with complete abandonment. I go like this until I feel the muscles in my neck starting to hurt; I pull back, his cock popping out of my mouth, but I don’t allow him any rest. I immediately start to stroke him, moving my hand so fast I’m surprised I can even do it at all.