The Deal : Billionaire Romance

by Rose Cody

  “Look, I won’t lie to you. I know you’re too smart for that…” He starts, rolling his head towards her. “But we’re small town. We open our branches in areas the bigger gangs want but don’t care enough to be stationed in. We’re not murdering people left and right. No shootouts here. We’re just… a place holder.”

  “A place holder for the bad guys…” Alia whispers, gazing into his blue eyes.

  “Now come on, Alia…” Leon whispers. “Do I look like a bad guy to you?”

  “Yeah, you do.” She smirks, blushing as she looks his tight body over.

  “But you kind of like it, don’t you?” He says, biting his bottom lip.

  She squints her eyes at him, going bright red as she tries to hide her smile.

  “Maybe a little…” She says, giggling as she watches him roll onto his side. “I just don’t want to get in trouble…”

  “I’ll keep you safe…” He whispers back to her, wrapping his fingers around her hand as his thumb brushes the back of her hand, over her soft skin. “And besides… there’s no trouble here for you to get into.

  She nods her head as he pulls her in closer, his hands brushing up the side of her waist before gliding up her neck, his fingers holding her chin, lifting it up as he presses his lips against hers.

  Alia relaxes into the bed, resting her head on the pillow as she watches Leon sit up from under her heavily hooded eyes as he gets to his knees, the muscles in his shoulders contracting as he crawls towards the middle of the mattress.

  He kisses her knees over her jeans as his hands trail up her thighs before he hooks his fingers into the waist of her pants, pulling them away from her hips before sliding his fingers over to her button down fly and unbuttoning her buttons.

  “Lift your bum up…” He sighs, his voice quiet as Alia pushes herself up from the bed, the butterflies in her stomach tumbling as Leon slowly pulls her jeans and panties over her bottom and down her thighs.

  She gulps deeply, swallowing hard as Leon lifts up her legs as he pulls her jeans down her calves and over her feet before tossing them away, over into the corner along with his shirt and jacket.

  “Yeah…” He whispers, as he pulls her knees apart, before laying on his belly between her legs, rubbing his hands up and down the outside of her bare thighs as he closes the gap between them.

  Alia gasps, quickly inhaling, as Leon gently brushes the very tip of his finger over her protruding lips, his hot breath tickling them as he gently parts her folds, spreading her lips apart and revealing her soaking center.

  She shifts her hips, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip to ground her as she feels Leon’s finger begin to slowly rub up and down against her entrance before pulling his soaking finger up against her sex to pull back her delicate hood to reveal her tingling pearl.

  She gasps as he presses against her clit before slowly swirling his finger around, rubbing back and forth as the heat begins to rise deep inside her belly.

  “I’m gunna make you cum…” Leon whispers as he pulls his finger away from her aching clit before placing it in his mouth and sucking away her flavor.

  She nods, moaning out, her fingers pulling on the sheets below them as Leon brushes his lips against her pussy, his nose pressing against her tender skin as he drags his hot, wet tongue against her entrance.

  He laps at her wetness, his fingers pulling her pussy lips apart as he sinks his tongue into her entrance, swirling it against her walls before licking up to her sensitive, tingling clit.

  Alia holds her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels Leon’s lips wrap around her pearl before she lets it out in a gasping moan as he sucks her clit into his mouth, pulling on it and nibbling on it gently with his teeth.

  “Oh… don’t stop…” She moans out as she feels the tip of Leon’s finger on her entrance, slowly circling around her hole before pressing inside, sinking it in deep.

  She moans, letting her head fall to the side as Leon pumps his finger back and forth, in and out, as he sucks on her sex.

  “I’m…” She gasps, her words falling away as she feels her body begin to stiffen, a heat eradiating from her center as electrified tingles make their way to the tip of her fingers and toes as she lets out an unintentional grunt, the sensitive walls of her pussy spasming around his finger as her aching pearl tries to bounce up and down between his lips.

  She moans out in protest as Leon smiles, letting go of her sensitive clit and slowly sliding his soaking wet finger out from between her folds.

  “Don’t worry…” He whispers, his voice hush and harsh as he gets to his knees. “We’re not done yet.”

  Alia watches from under hooded eyelids as Leon unbuttons his fly before pulling down the zipper and pushing down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion, his stiffness standing at attention between them as he rubs his soaking wet finger against the underside of his cock, sliding it slowly up and down before wrapping his finger around his shaft and pumping it up and down against his palm.

  She smiles softly, moaning for him as she watches his head slowly tilt to the side as Leon pleasures himself, readying his meat, before he clears his throat and closes the gap between them.

  “Come here…” He says, coyly smirking, his eye blue eyes twinkling as he grabs her by the hips, sinking his fingers into her flesh before pulling her up onto his lap.

  Leon lets out a shaking breath as he rubs the tip of his cock against her clit before slowly dragging it down through her soaking pussy lips. He rests his silky head on her entrance gently pressing the very tip inside of her before pulling it back out and dragging it once again along her slit.

  “Fuck me…” She whispers, biting her bottom lip as she smiles softly, watching Leon’s face flush as he slowly sinks back inside of her.

  She spreads her legs wider as he leans forward, pressing his body against hers as he slides his arms under her, holding her and pressing his palms into her back to lift her even closer to him.

  She moans, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her fingers threading through his dark hair as they rock back and forth as Leon bucks his hips.

  “Oh, God…” She moans, gasping as she feels his cock begin to swell inside of her as he moans into her shoulder.

  “Gaaaah…” He grunts, his body trembling and his manhood twitching as he spills his seed against her walls.

  Alia sighs, her eyes closing as she feels Leon slip out of her before rolling off of her and onto his side beside her.

  He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he brushes his nose against her neck, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.

  “Spend the night with me…” He moans into her ear.

  She rolls onto her side to face him before pressing her cheek against his hard, bare chest.

  One night couldn’t hurt.

  Chapter 7

  Alia relaxes her grip on his waist, testing the waters as they rumble steadily down her street before squeezing him again tightly as he comes to a slow crawl in front of her house.

  “God this is loud…” She says, her voice barely audible above the engine. “I hope it doesn’t wake my parents up.”

  “Unless they’re already awake…” Leon says, pointing towards Alia’s house.

  She turns around, her heart stopping as her eyes connect with the woman’s in the windows as she stands in front of the closed blinds, her face looking stern.

  Alia gives her mother a little wave before turning back to Leon, her face white as a sheet as she debates in her head just getting back on his bike and leaving.

  “Someone’s busted.” He chuckles, smirking as he waves at her mother before revving his engine.

  “No, not funny!” She says, her eyes wide as she places his hand on his quickly before pulling it away.

  “I better go.” He says, reaching out to her and grabbing her arm before dragging his hand up her shoulder.

  Alia smirks nervously, her eyes completely lit up and her heart beating roughly in
her chest as he leans in, pressing his lips against hers as his hand travels up into her hair.

  “Get outta here…” She whispers as he pulls away, shaking her head playfully as she bites her bottom lip before stepping back.

  She watches, her head swimming, as he rides off, the rumbling of his engine getting quieter the further away he goes.

  Alia, takes a deep breath, trying desperately to calm the fluttering in her stomach as she turns back around.

  Her eyes dart to the window, her mother long gone, as she nervously walks up the front path to the porch, stepping up the recently stained wooden stairs before pulling her keys out of her bag and unlocking the door.

  She pushes the front door open, clearing her throat as she steps inside her parents living room before slipping off her shoes.

  “Morning…” She says, as she walks across the carpet and steps onto the tiled floor of the kitchen before repeating herself. “Mom,” She says, watching as her mom stirs the cream in her coffee. “Good morning.”

  “Out all night, I see.” Her mom says, walking past her with her coffee before sitting down at the kitchen table.

  “It was getting late, so I spent the night with a friend…” Alia says, her face flushing as she brushes her hair behind her ear.

  “The same friend who dropped you off?” Her mother asks, taking a sip from her coffee. “The guy on the motorcycle? Don’t tell your father, he’ll nearly have a heart attack.”

  “Don’t tell me what?” Alia hears from behind her as her dad enters the kitchen from the hallway.

  “Good morning.” Alia whispers, turning to walk quickly out of the kitchen, her dad putting his hand out to stop her from going down the hall.

  “Don’t tell me what?” Her dad repeats, guiding her over to the table before breaking away as she sits down in a kitchen chair and getting himself a cup of coffee.

  “Alia was out all night.” Her mother says, shaking her head.

  “Mom!” She says, her mouth hanging open, shocked. “I’m an adult! You can’t tell on me!”

  “Oh, I know she was out all night.” Her father says, leaning against the counter as he sips his black coffee. “I know.”

  “I’m allowed to go out.” She protests, folding her arms over her chest.

  “Who was that guy?” Her mom asks, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. “At the very least I want to know who that guy was!”

  “What guy?” Her dad asks, walking over to the table.

  “Don’t worry about it!” Alia interjects.

  “Some guy on a motorcycle dropped her off just now.” Her mom says, shaking her head. “What kind of guy is that?! Drives a motorcycle at eight o’clock in the morning down a quiet street…”

  “A motorcycle?” Her dad asks, his eyebrows furrowing. “Where’d you meet this guy?”

  “Oh, my God!” Alia says, her eyes widening. “What’s with all the questions?”

  “You meet this motorcycle guy at work?” Her dad asks, placing his coffee on the table.

  “Sure, he’s a regular…” Alia says. “Yes, he drives a motorcycle, but he’s not causing problems for anyone…”

  “They all cause problems, Alia, all of them.” Her dad says, his voice hissing. “Ever since they came to our town they cause nothing but problems. Drugs. Violence. Recklessness all around!”

  “They’re regular customers! If you had a problem serving them you would have kicked them out long ago!” Alia says, squinting her eyes at her father.

  “There’s a difference between being a paying customer and being out all night with someone’s daughter.” Her father says, getting up from his chair. “I forbid you from hanging out with those guys ever again!”

  “Dad!” Alia says, getting up and following her dad as he walks across the kitchen. “You can’t forbid me from people, I’m not a little girl.”

  “If you keep hanging around with them, Alia, you are going to get hurt.” Her dad says, stepping into the hallway. “Guys like that don’t care about you, they only want one thing. Keep away from them!”

  “How am I supposed to do my closes if you want me to keep away from half of our customer base, huh?” Alia asks, crossing her arms.

  “Serve them. That’s it!” Her dad says, turning around one last time. “Do not get involved with those bikers.”

  Alia huffs before turning around and walking over to the counter before reaching into the cupboard for a mug. She pours herself a strong, black cup of joe before bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip.

  “He’s right you know.” Her mother says, lightly shaking her head from side to side as she, too, sips from her mug. “They’re rowdy and nothing but trouble, Alia. Find yourself a nice boy, sweetheart…”

  “Oh, please.” Alia says, pouring the rest of her coffee down the sink as she cuts off her mother’s lecture.

  She sighs, rinsing out her cup before placing it on the rack.

  “I’m not going to get in trouble. He’s a good guy, mom. It’s fine.” She says, before turning around and beginning to step down the hallway towards her bedroom. “I’m having a nap before I have to go back to work. Please, quit worrying about it.”

  Chapter 8

  “Yes. Things are fine.” Alia says into the phone as she cashes out an order, placing the bills into the cash register drawer as she holds the phone with her cheek against her shoulder. “I know, dad.” She says, pushing the drawer shut. “Yes, I’ll be home right after work. And yes, I’ll make sure Jason remembers to keep the light above the sink on…”

  Her heart skips in her chest as she watches the heavy wooden door to the bar swing open, six of seven leather vested men walking through the door before making their way over to a table in the back.

  “I got to let you go, dad.” Alia says, unable to contain her smile as she watches Leon walk through the door and split away from the rest of his group. “Some people are waiting. Okay. Love you, too.”

  She hangs up the phone before resting it down on the counter beside the till as she hurries back behind the bar.

  “Long time, no see.” Leon says as he leans on his elbows against the bar top.

  “Look who it is…” Alia smirks as she reaches into the cooler and pulls out enough beer for their entire group before beginning to uncap the bottles.

  She slides them over to him, holding her hand longer than usual against the neck of the bottle as Leon’s hands brush against her fingers.

  “You got me in trouble, you know…” She says, biting her bottom lip to try and hide her smirk as she pushes over more uncapped bottles. “That stunt you pulled… You didn’t have to kiss me with my mom watching, you know…”

  “Why not?” Leon says, his voice hushed. “Your parents don’t let you kiss boys?”

  “They say you’re up to no good.” She says, turning around and looking over her shoulder at him with sexily hooded eyes.

  “Well, they’re right, aren’t they?” Leon says, standing up straight as he grabs the beers from the bar before turning around and walking away to give the bottles to his group.

  The butterflies in her stomach tumble as she watches him walk away, his jeans hugging his muscular thighs as he walks.

  She watches out of the corner of her eye as places the bottle on the table before he slides his jacket off of his shoulders before laying it over the back of a chair.

  “Two more!” He says, jogging over, his bicep contracting as he lifts his two fingers into the air.

  “Alright.” Alia says, as she pulls two more beer from out of the cooler before opening the bottles.

  She slides the bottles across the bar towards him, tingles running up and down her arms as Leon slides his fingers up her wrists.

  “I get to see you again tonight, right?” He asks, his voice husky as he leans over the bar top, his breath tickling her ear.

  “I told you…” She says, feeling the heat in her belly rise as she shakes her head. “You got me in trouble. I have to go home right after I close.”
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br />   “Well, then I guess I’m coming over.” Leon says, winking as he walks away with the bottles.

  “Yeah, right.” Alia says sarcastically, giggling as she shakes her head. “See you there.”

  Chapter 9

  She walks up her front path, the dim solar lights illuminating the sidewalk as she steps up the front porch.

  “Hi.” She says, looking up from her feet as the door opens in front of her, her father standing in the doorway before stepping out of her way.