I was relieved when the team seemed busy and distracted as I walked in, setting my stuff down to sit in with them to discuss the plans. I was already having doubts, and I didn’t need judgment with it to make my veins any colder.
Part 4
A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
By Michelle Love
Damon
I knew that it wasn’t my day to work with Elisa and it was killing me. I chose her to work with me three days out of the five because I didn’t want to get addicted to her, but fuck if I hadn’t failed at that. I picked up my phone and pulled her up, staring for a moment before I set it down. I asked myself yet again why I was pursuing her and my cock answered me as I bit my lip.
Elisa would be my finest reward once I’d fucked her. I was going to turn her world inside out and hopefully move on with my life after that.
Still, though, there was something about her more than just the way she enticed me sexually. She seemed genuine and kind at heart, which was a trait that I was not used to in a woman. Most of the notches on my belt were after something much more than a night, knowing that was wealthy beyond my means and could them far in this city. She didn’t ask for anything and was even annoyed by the gift of her shoes. I’d never argued with a woman over a purchase before Elisa and wondered where her intense pride came from.
I heard my phone vibrate on the desk and reached over to see that it was Sharon. I hadn’t heard from her in a while, and I thought back to the last time that I’d seen her. I hoped that she wasn’t looking for a relationship still, but I could use a massage to ease my tense muscles. I sent her back a text making my needs clear even as something nagged at me in the back of my mind.
She was agreeable to a massage, and I agreed to meet her in a few hours at the hotel. That was it; just a massage. I was horny as hell, but it wasn’t just for anybody. I made an excuse with my managers about a doctor’s appointment that they probably saw through since I rarely went, but I didn’t have to worry about it since it was over email. I was the boss and could do what I wanted, though I didn’t feel that way right now.
I felt weak and resented the new emotion.
I locked my office and made my exit at three o clock, stepping out of the elevator as I started across the lobby and froze. Elisa was walking with Vince, holding a coffee as she laughed at something that he said. She looked sensational in deep purple pants and a clingy sweater, and I smiled as I looked down at the gray shoes that she was wearing. I knew she liked my gift.
Her face turned, and she looked at me with expressive eyes. I felt like shit going where I was, but I didn’t owe her anything. Still, her eyes beckoned to me before she looked forward and walked towards the elevators again. We had to play it off. I walked across the lobby, feeling eyes on me as I left the building and walked over to the car where Mark was waiting. “Early day?” He asked as I climbed into the back.
“I have a meeting. Drop me at the hotel,” I told Damon as I caught his eyes in the mirror. I almost always had the window down that separated us, unless I had a woman in here with me. Mark could probably listen if he wanted to, though I was confident that he had his own life to worry about. Mark was a good-looking man and kept himself in shape, seeing that he was something of a bodyguard if needed. It was a requirement for this job, even though I could take care of myself just fine. It was just reassuring to have back up since I was well-known in this city. Mark was a friend to me.
He pulled away from the curb and drove the few blocks to the hotel before he drove into the circular driveway to drop me off. I told him I’d call if I needed a ride later and he nodded as he gave me a look. “Are you okay, Damon?”
“I'm all right, Mark,” I assured him as I smiled stiffly and walked into the lobby. Inside, I felt torn up as I made my way to the elevator bank and pushed the button, staring at the ground. Something was different today. I unlocked the door and showered, slipping on some lounge pants as I poured a drink at the bar. I paced the suite restlessly before going over to my phone and picking it up, staring at the screen. I was just sending Elisa a text when there was a knock at the door, and I watched as it went before I put the phone down with a sigh.
I opened the door and let Sharon in, looking at her in the tight leggings and white shirt, looking more like a professional massage therapist today. “I didn’t know you owned clothes like that for work,” I told her as her eyes darkened and she walked by, her head held high. Perhaps she dressed like that in the beginning, but I couldn’t remember now. I sensed that she was going to have an attitude and I almost sent her away but remained silent as she covered the bed with her towel. “Why did you call?”
“I missed seeing you, Damon. You’ve been a client for a long time,” she replied as I realized that she was right. I’d been getting massages from Sharon for a couple of years now. She was a good girl, and as long as she knew her place, I’d keep her around. “I apologize for the last time we spoke. I lost myself for a moment, but I know what this is now.”
“What’s that, Sharon?” I asked as I strode forward and stood behind her.
“It doesn’t go past that door, and I’ll have no expectations,” she explained as she stared forward.
“Good girl,” I responded as I dropped onto the mattress and kicked my pants off. As far as a massage, it felt good. Sharon’s hands pressed into my muscles as I tensed a few times and my cock was even at half-mast, though I didn’t want to ravage her like before.
“You’re tense. Is everything okay?” Sharon asked as she stroked my neck firmly.
“Work stuff,” I mumbled as she continued to rub my skin. The oils were slick on my skin, and I closed my eyes, imagining Elisa doing the rubbing as I felt myself harden against the towel. Her hands on my body would be so hot, and I smiled as I felt Sharon move to my back, kneading as I relaxed into the bed. I was so into my fantasy that I believed it was Elisa that slid her hands over my ass and between my legs. “Fuck,” I groaned as fingers teased my balls and stroked my slowly, slick with oil.
“I knew you wanted it,” the voice was garbled as I lifted my hips and allowed access. The hand tightened around me as I moaned and rocked as someone encouraged me to roll over.
“Elisa, yes,” I moaned as I moved onto my back, ready for her.
“Who is that?” I opened my eyes to see Sharon staring at me with hurt eyes. “Are you seeing someone?”
“Get your mouth on me, Sharon.” My voice was firm, and she licked her lips before crawling over me and bobbing her head over my cock. She moaned with the movement, and I pulled the bun out of her hair to hold her still as I rocked against her. I heard her protest as I started to fuck her in earnest, needing the release. “Take it. Swallow my come,” I ordered as I stared at her, still moving over me.
I shot deep in her throat as she gagged slightly, pulling away to stare at me. “Is that all?”
“Finish the massage,” I told her, turning over on my stomach and closing my eyes. A part of me felt bad deep down inside, a place that I’d never had feelings before. There would always be a part of me that was dominant and got off women doing what I told them, but perhaps I was getting more selective now.
I’d come hard.
Sharon had finished the full body massage before she left, accepting the bills I slipped into her hand as she prepared to leave. She took her towel and stuffed it into the bag, closing the door behind her as I took a deep breath. I knew that she was still feeling the pain from before since I could see it in her eyes. I couldn’t find it in myself to care. I just wondered why I got so involved in the fantasy with Elisa.
I remembered the text that I sent her earlier and strolled over to wash my hands, grabbing the phone to take it to the bed. I knew that the oil was still on my skin, but I paid a lot for this room, and they could wash the sheets. I opened my messages and saw that she’d responded about fifteen minutes after my original message. Elisa was shy even with her words and I smiled as I glanced down to see my cock hardening again. I skipped the m
essage feature and dialed the number, smiling as I heard her voice on the other end. “Damon? Are you okay?” Her voice was filled with concern, and it filled me with something stronger than lust.
“Just thinking about you,” I responded as I heard her giggle. “Are you still at work?”
“We quit early tonight. Vince had a meeting,” she replied as I narrowed my eyes.
“Is he interested in you?” I asked her as she gasped on the other end.
“What?”
“You heard me,” I growled, suddenly angry as I sat up. “Has he shown interest in you?”
“I turned him down, Damon. Everyone thinks that I have a boyfriend at school,” Elisa told me as I ran a hand through my hair.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” My voice softened as I dropped back against the pillows. “Do you see it?”
“I don’t see what you see,” she told me softly as I longed to show her in every possible way. “I don’t know why you’re even pursuing me.”
“I want you, Elisa.” I didn’t call women on the phone. I didn’t have conversations with them once I slept with them, and rarely before. Elisa was different. “Where are you?”
“Home. I have to study,” she replied as I slid my hand down my stomach.
“Are you alone?” I could hear the rise in my voice as she went silent on the other end.
“For once, yes,” she replied as I closed my eyes. “I don’t know how long.”
“Are you in bed?” I asked as I heard her shuffling around.
“Yeah,” she said as I gripped myself.
“Touch yourself, Elisa. Tell me how wet I make you,” I said as I stroked myself slow and hard.
“I…Damon. I’ve never done this over the phone,” Elisa sounded nervous as I listened carefully. There was some shuffling and then a breathy moan. “Oh, God.”
“There you go,” I murmured, not wanting to scare her. Elisa was new to a lot of things, and I needed to take this slow. “I’m so hard right now. I wish I could slide my cock up and down your wet pussy.” I heard her cry out and smiled, knowing that I was getting to her. “It is wet?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered as I heard her moan again. I kept the talk going as I stroked myself, timing it to the orgasm that I knew she was close to having. “Oh, Damon. I’m…oh!” I clenched my hand tighter around myself and shot into the air as she moaned uncontrollably on the other end. This was so easy, and I jerked as my heat dropped on me.
They’d have to wash the comforter now.
CHAPTER 2
Elisa
I felt heat wash over my skin as I pulled my slick hand away from my body, listening to Damon come on the other end of the line. It was incredible, and I closed my eyes in the room as I wondered what the hell was happening to me. I wanted to come again, and my fingers moved over my sensitive nub as I dropped my head back. I was lost in Damon, and I stroked myself as I let out another soft cry, timed with his moan. “I can’t stop touching myself. I can’t get enough, Damon.”
“I want to taste you, baby. I want that sweet clit in my mouth,” Damon told me as I moaned again. “I want your legs spread wide before me.”
“Uh…oh,” I stammered as I felt another wave wash over me before I jerked my back and bit my arm to keep quiet. “Ouch!” I whispered as I stared at my pale skin.
“Are you okay?” Damon asked as I laughed.
“I bit myself. I was so into that…oh my God,” I marveled as his low chuckle filled the phone.
“I’ll kiss that all better tomorrow in my office, unless you want to join me tonight,” He teased as my eyes widened. “I can have Mark come and get you and then me. I just finished a meeting.”
“What kind of meeting can you do…that at?” I asked as I blushed.
“One that is over. Should I send him?”
“I have class,” I told him as my mind raced.
“Bring some stuff. He’ll take you to school,” Damon suggested as I agreed and told him the address.
“I know where you live,” he said as I blushed. “I’ll see you soon.”
I rushed around the tiny room, cleaning up in the bathroom before I rushed back into the room to pull on some jeans and a pink burnout t-shirt with a hoodie over it. I threw a pair of leggings and a tunic into my school backpack as well as a few things that I’d need after a shower.
What was I doing? I couldn’t spend the night with my boss when we’d be working together the following day. This was too risky, and I dropped on my bed as I took a slow breath. Everyone would find out, and I’d be talked about all over the building, which was the least of my worries. I might lose the internship.
I heard his voice inside of my head and stood again. “I just need to get him out of my system, and I’ll be okay. This will end.” I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and left the apartment, locking the door behind me before I approached the curb. I saw the Bentley parked and running as I approached and a man stepped out of the driver’s seat and held the back door open for me. “Hi,” I told him nervously as he looked me over.
“Miss Moore. We’ll be picking up Damon and then be on our way,” he said to me in a professional voice even as I saw the concern on his handsome face.
“Thanks,” I replied as I slipped inside and let him close the door. The seats were soft and buttery, and I sank back with a sigh. There was a bar in the car, as well as a music system that was better than anything I’d ever seen in a house, let alone a car. It was an absolute luxury, and I buckled the seat belt as we pulled into traffic.
The windows were dark as I already knew from previous sightings, but it was exhilarating to know that nobody could see me in here. I’d stare at this car and wonder who was inside of it if I were driving beside me if all the windows were up, making me look around to see if anyone was doing that to me. It was too dark to see. I wondered what else I could do in this car, noticing the blackened window that separated me from Mark. My imagination ran wild, and I leaned against the glass to see as we pulled into a driveway and parked in front of what I knew to be one of the best hotels in the area. I wondered again about his meeting and how Damon would be able to do what he did over the phone here.
God, I hated my insecurity.
I heard voices and then the door opened before Damon slid inside. His eyes were hot on me as he moved over and kissed me hard, taking my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he nestled closer to me, kissing me into a state where there was no rhyme or reason, just want. A part of me knew that the car was moving as I wrapped my legs around Damon and moved over him as our tongues danced together wildly, moving over his body. He pulled away and stared at me with crazy eyes before he withdrew my hands from around his body. “Which arm?”
I held up my right arm, and he slipped the sleeve up, staring intently at my pale skin with the clear mark of my teeth. He leaned in and kissed it, as promised and I stared at him as my heart tumbled loosely in my chest as I fell a little harder for him at this moment. “You did this for me.” His words were soft as he stared at me before kissing the skin again. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” I replied with wonder as he slipped a hand into my hair and kissed me again. We made out the entire way to his place, and I jumped as the car stopped, embarrassed by what I’d been doing. My lips were tingling, and I laughed as he smiled and kissed me again.
Damon opened the door once I was put back together and I glanced around at the apartment complex that we were at. “Is this yours?”
“I live in another place, but I wanted to show you something,” he said as he took my hand and led me into the pretty courtyard that featured a waterfall and small pond with a lot of plants, turning right and pulling a set of keys out of his pocket. He opened a door and pulled me inside as he turned on a light. It was a spacious apartment with a sunken living room and modern kitchen. The furnishings were modern and clean as I glanced around in confusion. “Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful,” I replied, confused. There was
no possible way that I could afford something like this unless I worked several years at the firm.
“I want you to live here,” he told me as I stared at him in shock. “It can be included in your wage, and it’s already furnished.”
“Damon, you must be insane. This is too nice for me,” I protested as he pulled me closer for a slow kiss.
“You live in a shit hole right now, Elisa. It isn’t safe whereas this apartment is. You could live on your own and have privacy, and it’s close to work,” he told me in between soft brushes of his lips.
“I can’t afford this. I only work part time for you and intern the rest of the time,” I protested as Damon lifted me and carried me down the hallway. He kissed me the entire time until my ass hit a mattress and I looked around. The bedroom was gorgeous with a big picture window and a big bed centered against the wall.
“This is one of two bedrooms. The other is upstairs with a balcony and slightly bigger.” I felt his lips crash against mine as I pulled him closer, lost in his mouth. I knew that I was in trouble as he first removed my sweatshirt before kissing my neck thoroughly.
“Why are you doing all of this?” I asked as he pushed my shirt up and found my nipple under the lace of the bra with his mouth. “Oh, Damon.”
“I don’t know,” he admitted as he unhooked the front and pulled it to the side as he sucked her hard into his mouth. I dropped my arms, and he pinned them as he worshiped my body, edging me closer to a release with long draws of my skin between his teeth in between kisses. When he finally let my hands go, I ripped my jeans down myself and spread my legs open as I stared at him. “Do you want this?” Damon asked me in a husky voice as he moved to stand, staring at me.
“I want this more than I’ve wanted anything,” I promised him as I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I knew that he couldn’t see it since there was only a little light coming from the living room and some moonlight shining through the bedroom windows high on the wall. All sense of logic left me as I struggled to breathe, all concern over my job and future void. I just wanted him, buried inside of me as deep as he could go as I came around him. He lifted his shirt off, and I stared at his muscled abdomen in awe before lowering my eyes to see him slip his pants down slowly. God, he was so hard and thick making me remember the moment that I was on my knees before him.
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