Breaking Point: A Steamy Billionaire Romance

by BAKER, J. B.

I giggle. It looks like a vanilla macaroon down there. I run my fingers over my sex. I can’t remember the last time it felt so sensitive. Small pleasurable shivers eddy up my spine. With a sigh of relief, I slide into the hot water in the bath again.

  With each passing second, I feel the itch between my legs grow with intensity. I can’t remember the last time I touched myself. There had never been the time, let alone the desire. Many things are different tonight. It is as if I recently rediscovered the art of living.

  Before I know it, I run my right hand down my abdomen. I spend a few seconds circling my belly button that is only slightly above the foamy and bubbly waterline in the bath. My other hand cups my full and weighty breast. In an instant, the small circular area of pink skin surrounding my nipple pulls together. The areola of my ignored right breast tenses in imitation of the other. Alternating between my tits, I start to finger, rub and tweak my nipples that are as hard as pebbles.

  Instinctively, my other hand slips below the soapy waterline, reaching the new silky area above my clit. In seconds, my right forefinger touches the clitoris lightly.

  “Jesus, that feels good.”

  With my eyes shut, I gradually start to circle the small bud that had been forgotten for so long. It takes me a while to find a rhythm that suits me. In seconds, the touch of my forefinger, the rubbing of my breasts and the warmth of the lathered water has her mewing mellifluously.

  I release the nipple I have been circling with my left hand, and with languid intent, it makes its way from my tit to my navel. I press on my abdomen, while my other hand still flicks and tugs on my clit.

  “Oh, my goodness! It can’t be.”

  I’m imagining a man doing this to me. I can feel him pressing on my belly, while he pleasures me between my legs – I moan cavernously.

  Removing the flat of my hand from my midriff, it continues to slide lower until it too, in imitation of the right hand before it, touches the silky and meticulously trimmed area of my pelvis. As if it has a mind of its own, one finger on my left hand enters, pretending to be a penis. I try to remember what it feels like to have a penis inside of me. I decide that one finger is not enough and insert a second one, spreading them a little.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s it. I remember…oh, that’s good.”

  Who am I thinking of while I masturbate? Who is this man who pleasures me so expertly? The image of a man’s body miraculously appears. He has expert hands and an even better tongue. On cue, my busily working hands strive harder to give me the release that I so need. With my eyelids pressed together, I cry out as I imagine his tongue circling my clit, while his eager and expert fingers move about inside of me.

  “Who are you?”

  My mind does not deliver an answer, not straight away. By the time, I see his face; it is too late to stop what I am doing. On sight of him, my nipples harden even more - I gasp as the convulsions of orgasm start to suck violently around my fingers.

  “No, no not him. I cannot think of him, anyone but him.”

  My words are unconvincing and usurped by my moans. Somehow, I created an image of Sean bloody Courtney sucking and fingering my pussy.

  “No, no, this is not right! He’s an asshole. I could never let him do that to me.”

  It’s no use. My body has a mind of its own and my imagination is no longer mine to control. My brief moment forces the embers of the climax to soften, but my hands and mind are quick to make up for lost time and pleasure.

  Before I know it, I have inserted the tube of shower gel inside of me. It’s Sean’s fucking cock! I moan with pleasure as the memories come back to me – it has been so long since I felt a man. I flick my clit with my thumb, like he did back on his yacht, while I ride the conduit like a limitless fuck-pony.

  Already, the space in my bathroom has filled with a snowy vapour. The heat and moisture on my skin makes me think that it is his sweat on my body while he fucks me. The hardness of the tube deeply lodged in my dripping cleft and my eager fingers are his cock and his fingers.

  “Sean, oh yes, Sean. That’s it, make me cum, Sean. Argh, fuck!”

  My orgasm rips over me like a tidal wave. I think my pussy is about to melt. My clit palpitated against the tips of my fingers, sending delightful throbs that radiate upwards and outwards. My climax is long and all-consuming until my squirming pelvis comes to a grinding halt.

  “Oh my God, it’s been like forever since I had one of those.”

  The words sort of squeak past my lips. I remove the tube from inside of me and rinse off the lather with the gushing showerhead.

  A short while later, I sit wide-eyed on my sofa. I am wearing fluffy pink PJ’s and matching fluffy slippers. I can’t get what happened out of my mind. Even though I am alone, I feel the heat assault my cheeks when I remember how feral I sounded. Worst of all is that I imagined Sean pleasuring me. How could I? He is the man who humiliated me four years ago.

  Wanting to rid my mind of what happened, I walk over to the kitchen area and recharge my glass with some more of the exquisite chardonnay. Taking small sips, I let everything play out in my mind. I deal with every thought with my habitual professional zeal. Even my bath episode is handled with robotic efficiency.

  “Yeah, there’s no other option. First thing tomorrow, I will talk it over with Michonne. This time, I swear I will heed her advice. There’s no need to think it over anymore. Tomorrow is another day.”

  I banish the next day’s discussion from my mind as I take the TV remote. Lately, I have been watching the Outlander. As the well-known music and imagery plays on the screen, I think of Sean and his daughter. Maybe we are just the same as Claire and Jamie in the series – bound together for life.

  Chapter 11

  RACHEL

  “You can’t be serious, Michonne.”

  “I think that his offer is very generous.”

  “Yeah, you would because you’re not the one who has to play his girlfriend.”

  Michonne smiles wanly.

  “Listen to me, Rachel. Did he mention that you would have to have sex with him as part of the act?”

  “No, he didn’t.”

  “See…”

  “But you can’t trust a snake to stick to its side of the bargain. And you once told me a fable about the snake in the forest. All the animals didn’t like the snake because the moment it got close, it would bite the victim, leaving it to die from its venom.”

  “Rachel, where are you going with this? I love a good story, and especially if it’s mine, but I don’t see how this has any relevance to the decision you have to make.”

  Michonne looks at her watch.

  “You have another two hours until you have to give him your answer.”

  “As I was saying,” I continue stubbornly. “None of the other animals liked the snake. So, when there was a massive fire in the forest one day, all of the animals started to run for their lives, yet, the snake was at a disadvantage because it wasn’t as swift as say the bear, the deer or the rabbit. The snake asked them all if he could hitch a lift on their backs, but they declined, saying that he would bite them if they did. Finally, a fox offered to take the snake after much persuasion. Playing along to the fox’s logic that he wouldn’t bite him lest he perish in the flames too, the snake had its ride to safety…not able to resist the temptation, the snake bit the fox, causing them both to die in the fire.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

  I ignore her interruption and finish the explanation as to why the snake killed the fox despite perishing in the flames because of it. “Usually, a person would ask why, but since it is your tale, I will answer. The snake had no choice but to kill the fox because it is in its nature to do so.”

  Michonne exhales. “Yeah, okay, I get what you want to say. You’re saying that Sean will never change his ways, and that if you give him any cause, he will use it to his advantage.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

  Michonne sniggers. “I still think you’re too old for him
.”

  I hit her playfully on the shoulder.

  “Hey, you were the one who said he had all of those young, twenty-something, hot blonde girls in his office.”

  “I’m still young.”

  “Of course you are, baby.” Michonne frowns. “So, what are you going to do?”

  I look around the office at my employees who are happily working on the various tasks even though there is not much to do. Most of them are doing backup work and filing.

  “I have no choice. I’m going to risk it.”

  The air hisses out of Michonne’s mouth.

  “You could always sue him again if he makes another move.”

  I laugh. “Yeah, I could. We could start all over.”

  “Miss Saunders, your appointment is here to see you. I will put him in meeting room two.”

  A third voice interrupted us. Michonne and I exchange glances.

  “Miss Saunders doesn’t have an appointment today,” says Michonne.

  “The gentleman was of a different opinion.” The young lady scrunches her brow. “I can’t help but think that I’ve seen him before somewhere.”

  “He wouldn’t happen to have black hair, muscly and be rather good-looking?”

  “Yes, but I wouldn’t say rather good-looking – he’s gorgeous.” The young employee has dreamy eyes, as she blushes crimson.

  “Mr Sean blood Courtney is fucking here in NYC. What the fuck!” We say in unison.

  “Yes, that’s it. His name is Sean Courtney,” says the young aid.

  The words are lost on us, as we race down the hallway to meeting room two.

  “Good afternoon, ladies,” says Sean, getting to his feet. “Michonne.”

  He elegantly walks toward his former senior communications manager.

  “It’s wonderful to see you again after all of this time.”

  He shakes her hand.

  “And, Rachel, how are you doing since our little chat in London the other day?” Sean shakes my hand, holding on to it for a moment too long. “I’m assuming you’ve had ample time to discuss my little proposal with Michonne?” Sean sits back down as if he already owns the offices and looks at us expectantly.

  “Yes, we did,” says Michonne.

  “Good. So, what’s your decision?”

  “I’d like a little more information and proof that you won’t try to take advantage of me like the last time.”

  Chapter 12

  SEAN

  “I can’t guarantee that. You may be a little on the mature side for my usual taste, but you are still worth taking advantage of.”

  I chuckle when I see her bristle. Fuck, she is so easy to tease.

  I see that Michonne is having trouble controlling her mirth. A hostile glower from Rachel settles her down soon enough. It appears to be a little joke between the two of them. Even though Rachel is over thirty, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and by God, I have had ample experience and consider myself an authority on the matter. She looks particularly good today in her tight-fitting designer suit with a white blouse - a real ass-hugger and my favourite attire for women around the office.

  I swear there is something different about her though. I think it’s her hair. Yeah, she definitely washed it. But that’s not it. It appears that she has a newly acquired confidence about her, some sort of glow on her face. Yeah, that’s it; Rachel has some kind of perma-rouge on her cheeks, sort of like she just orgasmed. It suits her. She already looked great in London, but this is better.

  Mm, I wonder if she self-pleasured like I did the other night? And if she did, did she think of me? Was I the guy fucking her hard? I bet I was; I know it. I stare at her as if I am trying to pull the answer to my question from her brain with the force of my glare. On cue, her cheeks flush a darker shade. I know she flicked the bean. I can taste it in the air. My feral sneer unnerves her some more. Fuck, it is so hot playing with her like this. I just wish I could take her to her office and fuck her. Seeing her like this gives me one hundred percent certainty – I want you, Rachel Saunders.

  “As for guaranteeing to not take advantage of you…I will not put that in writing.” I chuckle as I resume the conversation. “Who knows, you might take a liking to me and seduce me for a change. We wouldn’t want to deprive ourselves of such fun now, would we?”

  “I very much doubt that,” snaps Rachel, sitting down as she tries to recompose her errant blood vessels. She interlinks her fingers and waits for Michonne to join her at the table. “Sean, you told me that you want me to pose as your date, girlfriend or whatever, but you never mentioned why? I think if I had that information, I would be able to make a better and more calculated decision based on the facts.”

  “I agree. I wanted to tell you back in London, but we somehow got lost in translation – I’m sorry about that. But we did have a lovely chat.”

  Rachel nods at me reluctantly. I know that she loved it as much as I did. We connected from the word go. I could have let it roll, but I didn’t want to push it too fast too soon. I don’t know why. This time is different. I feel that if I do something wrong again, she will never forgive me. Not that she has forgiven me for walking out on her two years ago.

  “Anyway, how are those people you support? You know, the ones that were poorly.”

  “They’re good. My daughter and my staff made all of the arrangements before I got there. My little girl sure knows how to manage stuff.”

  “A trait she surely inherited from her father.”

  “Thank you, Rachel. I don’t believe I can remember you ever paying me a compliment.” I crack the joints on my fingers. “Anyhow, you want more information and I’m willing to give it. As I mentioned yesterday, I need you, Rachel. You may ask yourself why – well, let me tell you. You’re a beautiful woman with a great brain and unbelievable presence. I need somebody like that by my side if I’m going to complete the acquisition of Sunbeam.”

  Again, Rachel and Michonne look at one another.

  “You see, the whole deal has fallen under a certain degree of antitrust scrutiny. It has already been okayed by Congress and the President, so that’s fine.”

  “Sean, I still don’t understand how I can help you. And besides, isn’t that all that matters? It’s a done deal if you got it through Congress.”

  “Oh, you can help me more than you know, Rachel.” I smile. “Many people in this country and in Europe are against the two companies merging. Small-minded bureaucrats worry that the newly formed entity will have too much market share. Assholes like that never see the bigger picture…”

  “…That economies of scale and the technological synergies coming from the merger will catapult this country and many in Europe to the forefront of new energy in the next decade,” says Rachel.

  I arch my eyebrows. “See why I want you?” I throw back my head and hoot laughter. “You hit the nail right on the head.” I move my head closer so that it hovers above the table. “Now, if you can sound just as convincing to the French President, then all will be good.”

  “The Vice President?” cheep Rachel and Michonne simultaneously.

  “Yep, the good old Président de la République Française.” My gaze skirts the room. “Got any coffee in this place?”

  “What?”

  “I said do you have any coffee?”

  “Yeah, we got coffee.” Michonne rings her assistant for some coffee.

  “So, what do you say, Rachel?”

  “It sounds as if this really is a no-bullshit request, Sean.”

  “No, it isn’t bullshit. I really need your help with this. A lot of work, money, jobs, research and development have been put into this merger. It would be a disaster if it couldn’t go through because of a bunch of pencil-pushers in fucking Paris.”

  Rachel and Michonne nod. “When do you need me to start, Sean?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?” Rachel can’t hide her shock.

  “Yeah, is that a problem?”

  “It’s j
ust such short notice. Why didn’t you come to me earlier with this?”

  “Because I only received the news that my deal was close to collapse the other day.” I scratch my stubble. “You were the first person who came to mind. I always remembered you to be smart, ambitious and very sexy – if you don’t mind me saying.”

  “Cut the sales pitch crap, Sean. I’ll do it.”

  I watch Rachel wait for the assistant who just came in with the coffee to do her thing. Once the coffee is served, Rachel clears her throat. “Sean, why do you need a date for this?”

  I sip on my coffee. “Why do I need a woman with me for the negotiations?”

  “Yeah – it just seems strange, that’s all. Wouldn’t a team of lawyers be more aptly suited for such a task?”

  “Usually, yes, but not in France. Those guys love beautiful women, especially if they speak French. You do speak French, don’t you?”

  Rachel nods. “Yes, I do.”

  “Perfect…”

  I place the palms of my hands on the table. “The potential synergies from this merger are huge. We will have a combined new energy market share in the US of over sixty percent, but we’d also have the biggest R&D department and budget. In just a few years, our country could overtake the Germans in this technology. In Europe, the company would control a very large chunk of the French new energy market. That is the part that bothers them. Usually, I would say fuck it. Let’s dump the division, but the Frenchies have the best R&D in the world. We can’t lose that because they think my company is too big for their liking.”

  Chapter 13

  RACHEL

  I love his passion. The way he talks about the deal is just how I remember him before he behaved so horribly to me. I read up on him last night before going to bed. He was married to his wife for six years before she died. Sean is not a bad guy, just lost, but not bad. I guess he tries to hide his grief by not opening up his heart to another woman.

  “We are going to have to arrange a meeting with the French President at a very good restaurant or something. The French love that kind of thing. We will wine and dine him and the both of us will convince him that no jobs will be lost in his country. After having a mistress, wine and food, that is probably the most important thing to French politicians. I hope you didn’t plan on firing any personnel there?”