Second Chance on St. Patrick's Day: A Billionaire Romance

by Mia Ford

  “I got us a room,” he whispered.

  “Presumptuous of you, sir.” I laughed.

  “Hopeful,” he said with a chuckle.

  I followed him past the bank of regular elevators and to the golden elevator at the end of the hall. He pulled out a thick black key card and put it into a slot where there would normally be buttons. We stepped inside and turned, holding our breath as Jordan walked around the corner with his date. He didn’t see us, but we saw him, and he looked really pissed. The doors closed in the nick of time, and we let the air out of our lungs, laughing the entire time. As soon as we turned toward each other, it was hopeless, and I broke all control that I had been preserving. In two seconds, we were in each other’s arms, our mouths pressed against each other in a heated entanglement and our hands running over each other’s bodies. Immediately, we were breathing heavily, and I was pulling at the bow tie, as his hands reached up under my skirt and grazed the top of my thigh-high stockings. He grinned when he felt the garters and moved his hand over to brush the outside of my panties. I moaned into his mouth, wanting more and feeling his fingers pry at the edges, looking for the prize beneath the satin fabric. He pressed his hips toward me, his long hard shaft rubbing against me.

  I reached down and grasped his cock through his pants, listening to him groan loudly. I pressed my body hard against his, pushing him against the wall. He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass, lifting me up in the air and biting at my neck. He sat me back down and pulled my skirt up to my waist, switching positions and pushing me up against the wall. He stepped back, pulled my panties to the side, and slipped his fingers through my juices. I spread my legs apart and let him glide his fingers inside of me, holding tightly to the railing around the elevator. I screamed out in pleasure as he fingered me, forceful and fast, pulling his fingers out and sticking them in my mouth. I sucked them and then leaned my ass against the railing as he pushed them back inside of me, pressing his firm mouth against mine and licking the taste of me from my lips. I moaned as his fingers slammed into me, and he wiggled the tips of them as he pushed deep inside of me.

  “God, I want to fuck you so hard,” I growled.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered breathlessly as he pulled his fingers out and pulled my dress down. “You’re going to get it, but first, I’m going to blow your mind.”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the suite as the elevator doors slid open, our bodies gliding into each other as he led me toward ecstasy.

  Chapter 17

  Jason

  Everything about this woman was the sexiest thing I had ever encountered. From the moment she had walked into the ballroom, I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her. It took everything in my body not to stay as close to her as I possibly could, but I knew I had political responsibilities at the event. Staying close to Tiffany would have kept me distracted, but still, looking out over the crowd and seeing her standing there, her legs going on for days, the lace top of her silk stockings peeking out every time she leaned into the bar, and her dark sultry eyes staring back at me, I couldn’t help but try to find a way to get close to her. When I saw her bored face and Jordan’s arrogance across the dance floor, I knew I needed to get in there to intercede and at least play referee. I was shocked at what she had said to him, but I was so proud when she replied that she had upgraded. She at least let him know she was no longer sitting around thinking about him. Instead, she admitted she was, without a doubt, with someone, a someone she thought was even better than him. That, in itself, made the intrusion all that much better.

  Now, standing in the dark comfort of the hotel’s penthouse suite, looking down at this amazing woman, I had to kick the night’s thoughts from my head. We were finally alone, and I wanted to experience every part of her body in detail. It was like being on a small vacation away from the stresses of real life, surrounded by lush blankets and unfamiliar furnishings. I looked at Tiffany in the dim lighting of the penthouse, the city lights shining through the windows giving her a surreal glow. She reached up and unzipped her dress, pulled it from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. She stood in the wavering shadows, her black lace bra and matching panties instigated the tenting at the front of my pants. Garters held up her soft silk, thigh-high pantyhose, and her black, impossibly-high heels glistened. I walked forward, pulling my jacket off and tossing it to the side. As my hands slipped around her waist, she pulled the bow tie from my neck and dropped it to the floor, following with her hands manipulating the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, she undressed me, taking time to kiss my body as she removed each piece. My muscles tensed as her lips rubbed down my neck and as her soft skin pressed against mine.

  She pulled back and looked at me with her sultry eyes, a patient wanting covering her face. She took my hand and turned, leading me back to the bedroom. As we entered, she let go of my hand and turned around, reaching back and unclasping her bra. I watched as her large, perky breasts spilled out of the fabric, bouncing lightly as she reached down to unclasp her garters. I reached forward and grabbed her hand, wanting her to leave them on. She smiled mischievously as she hooked her fingers into tiny ribbons on either side of her black silk thong and lightly tugged, letting them fall away like gift wrap before stepping out of them. I pulled my boxers down to the ground and let my hard, raging cock spring free, watching as she back up and scooted up on the large, king-sized bed. Her body almost disappeared into the billowing blankets and pillows covering the surface, and I walked forward, crawling across toward her, our eyes locked in lust.

  My hands moved up her legs and onto her warm thighs, and she wriggled and gasped at my touch. I watched her face as I moved her thighs apart and looked down at her bulging, wet mound. I licked my lips, wanting to taste her juices and lowered my head toward her. She reached down and stopped me, shaking her head.

  “Lie down,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip.

  I turned over on my back and laid into the soft blankets, watching her turn over, facing down my body, and scoot back toward my face. She pulled her legs across me and straddled my lips. The smell of perfume and lust pushed desire through my chest. I reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto my face and rubbing my mouth through her folds. She sat up straight, grasping her breasts and moaning as I pushed my tongue out and licked every inch of her sopping wet pussy. Slowly her hips began to grind, her body giving in to the pleasure of my mouth. She reached her arms back and grabbed the heels of her shoes, crying out in pleasure as I moved her back and forth over me. For several minutes, I lapped at her clit, the taste of her taking me over, wanting more and more of her. I pushed my tongue inside of her and listened to her low, growling moans. She let go of her heels and bent forward, taking my cock into her mouth, licking up and down the shaft, before plunging down. I groaned into her pussy as her desperate cries were muffled by the long shaft deep in her throat.

  She pushed her head down, deep throating my cock and holding steady at the base as she clutched and retracted the muscles in her throat. She bobbed up and down at short intervals for several seconds before retracting, sucking her the entire way up my cock. Heat spread through me, and I pulled her down, reaching around and rubbing my thumb over her ass. She screamed out in pleasure feeling me taking all of her in, her hips still moving slowly against my face. I wanted so badly to taste her come, to feel her writhing and shaking on top of me. I pushed my face in harder wildly moving my tongue over her clit. She pulled up to a sitting position and cried out as I pushed her toward the edge of orgasm. Her hands moved up her body and grabbed at her tits, and her muscles began to tense. I slid my hand under her and pushed two fingers in, watching her start to fuck my mouth. I loosened my grip and allowed her to take control, watching as she eclipsed, her body clenching and shaking on top of me while she screamed out, throwing her head back and climaxing. Her warm juices trickled from her body, and I continued to lick, even after she had come down. Her body twitched as I flicked my tongue against her nub, and
she moaned and giggled at the same time.

  I pushed her down my body, still facing away from me and she looked back, her finger hanging from the edge of her lip. She reached down and grabbed my cock, pushing down slowly through her juices until I was deep inside of her. I growled loudly at the feeling of my hard cock sliding deep inside and watched as she bent forward and began to move her hips up and down my cock. I could see her moist pussy glistening with wetness as she slapped her body up and down, taking me deep then pulling up slowly before thrusting back down again. Her round ass bounced in front of me, and I reached forward, grabbing her cheeks and digging my fingers into her skin as she rode me reverse cowgirl.

  I pulled myself to my elbows and then to a sitting position, running my hands over her back and pulling her up against my chest. My hand ran up through her tits and I lightly grasped her neck, feeling her head lean back ward and her hips begin to grind. She whimpered as my right arm moved over her thighs and my fingers began to dance over her clit. I held her still, feeling her wiggling as I rubbed her pussy, my cock stuck deep down inside of her. She reached around my hand and massaged my balls as I pushed down on her clit and moved my fingers in a circle. My hips thrust forward slightly, and I could feel my wet shaft moving just slightly inside of her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, her hand sliding from my nuts to my hand. Together we massaged her nub, my fingers slipping inside of her just above my cock. Her hips moved forward and back again, amplifying the feeling of my cock sliding in and out just enough to send heat to my belly.

  “Fuck,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”

  I choked down the urge to push her flat on her belly and slam into her hard and, instead, continued to fuck her with my hands. She sat up and leaned forward a bit, pushing her ass further into me, but I didn’t let her get away. Instead, I leaned forward, my hand still on her pussy, and held her there while I pushed her closer to another orgasm. She screamed my name as she clawed at the bed in front of her, her body twisting and turning, trying to feel my long shaft sliding in and out. Just as her screams reached a fevered pitch, I pulled my legs back and slammed her down against the bed, picking her up at the waist and slamming my cock inside of her. She reached her hand underneath and continued rubbing her clit.

  “Yes,” she screamed. “Harder.”

  I spread her ass and slapped her cheek before grabbing her hips and thrusting fast and hard inside of her. She moaned loudly to the rhythm of our skin slapping together, the sound filling my ears and pushing my orgasm to the brink. She began to meet my thrusts, pushing her body back as I pushed forward, creating a deeper and stronger force. She scratched at the bed in front of her, trying to grab hold. I growled loudly, plunging over the cliff of ecstasy. I slammed into her deep and hard and pulled her close, watching her hand rubbing her wetness faster and faster. I closed my eyes as she erupted and allowed the orgasm to take over. My cock pulsated and pushed as her pussy vibrated against my shaft, our juices swirling around inside of her. She screamed out as I groaned loudly, thrusting short bursts until, finally, my body began to relax.

  I rolled over on the bed and looked over at her as she laid down on her stomach, breathing hard and smiling. She leaned over and kissed me sweetly, pulling the pillow under her head and watching as I recovered from my orgasm. My heart began to slow and my breathing returned to normal as I turned onto my side and ran my fingers up Tiffany’s back. She smiled at me, her eyes looking sleepy.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course,” she whispered.

  “Are you really over Jordan?”

  “Yes,” she said, her eyes opening wide. “The only reason I took that jab at him tonight, besides it being hilarious, was to let him know that I had moved on. I wanted it to be very clear I had someone else in my life. It was closure for me and, hopefully, for him as well. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he is wandering around like a lost dog with a crazy gutter rat trailing behind. He needs to get himself together.”

  “Very true,” I replied, feeling so much better after her response. “I’m glad you let him know you're taken. Now, when do I meet the lucky guy?” I laughed and poked her nose with my finger.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she said with a smile. “Maybe in the morning. He’ll probably come looking for me.”

  “I should be ready,” I said with a serious face before tickling her sides.

  I reached down and pulled the blanket up over the top of us, snuggling in next to Tiffany. She kicked her shoes off the edge of the bed and rested her face on my neck. It felt so perfect having her right there with me. Knowing she was mine and I was hers was incredibly liberating, and now all we had left to do was wait for the right time to tell the rest of the world.

  Chapter 18

  Tiffany

  The bed was the most comfortable thing I had slept on in weeks. The soft Egyptian cotton sheets wrapped around my naked body and the warmth of the down comfortable were so inviting, I couldn’t even start to think about moving from my position. The daylight seeped in through the blinds, but I didn’t move a muscle, thinking about the night before and everything that was ahead of me. Waking up was so hard to do when you were exactly where you wanted to be. Though, with my eyes now open, I realized Jason was no longer asleep in the bed next to me. I groaned, reaching my arm out and stretching my body, not concerned at all at where he was. I knew he was close. I could hear his footsteps outside of the room. As he approached, I rolled over and looked at the doorway, smiling as he walked inside carrying a tray. I pushed myself up onto the bed as he set the tray down on the fluffy surface and leaned in to kiss my lips. I had thought I heard someone at the guest door. It must have been room service.

  I scooted myself up in the bed, the sheet wrapped around me, and looked down at the large tray. There were two plates on the tray, one for me and one for Jason, but they were both empty. I looked at Jason with confusion and he smiled, walking back out of the room and wheeling in a large tray with all kinds of food on it. There were pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, syrup, butter, and pretty much everything else you would ever want for breakfast. I laughed as he stood with a towel draped over his arm, ready to serve me breakfast in bed. I was so glad Mr. Banks had given everyone the day off since he knew between the hangovers and the fact that it was Friday, no one was going to get anything productive done. Jason piled food high on both plates and handed me mine, setting a hot cup of coffee on the night stand. He walked around the bed and plopped down next to me, smiling as he shoved a pile of eggs in his mouth. He looked like a child that had found the secret stash of candy.

  We sat quietly scarfing down our breakfast. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the smell of bacon hit my nose. I was absolutely starving, which made sense, since I’d been too nervous the day before to eat anything. When our plates were cleared, Jason took mine and stacked it with the rest of the dishes back on the tray, wheeling it out into the living room so it was out of the way. I stretched and looked around the room, not wanting to put my dress back on, but I hadn’t thought ahead to bring a change of clothes.

  “I thought you might want some fresh clothes,” Jason said, as if he were reading my mind. “So, I took the liberty of having some sent from the shop across the street.”

  I smiled and hopped out of the bed, still wrapped in the sheet, and took the fresh change of clothes from him. I reached up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek before turning and taking off the garter and stockings I had fallen asleep in. I put on the white satin panties and bra and pulled on the jeans and sweater. I looked adorable as I stood in front of the mirror pulling my hair back in a ponytail. On the dresser was a new pair of Chuck Taylors, and I smiled remembering how much I loved wearing them in college.

  “The first time we all went out to the bar, you were wearing something similar.” Jason sat on the bed behind me, watching me do my hair. “I thought it was the most beautiful you had ever looked.”

  “You are so sweet,” I said with a wide g
rin. “Thank you.”

  “There is something we need to talk about,” Jason said pulling out his phone. “I woke up to a text from Jordan this morning.”

  “What did it say?”

  “It said, ‘I know who she is,’” he said, looking up at me.

  I reached down and grabbed my phone off the dresser, pushing the button to open the home screen. I winced when I saw that I had one new text, and prayed quietly that it was Mona checking in and not Jordan. My stomach dropped when I saw his name and read the message.

  “’I know who he is,’” I read out loud. “What do we do now?”

  Jason opened his mouth to say something but stopped, hearing a loud knock on the guest entrance to the suite. He looked up at me and shook his head, taking in a deep breath and pulling himself from the bed. I followed closely behind him but stopped in the middle of the living room, nervous that if it were Jordan, it would be a fight and not a civil conversation. Jason opened the door and stood back as Jordan barrelled through the door and into the living room. His fists were clenched and his shoulders tight as he stared back and forth at the two of us. I didn’t know what to do, I was frozen like a kid caught sneaking out of their parent’s house.

  “I knew it,” he shouted. “You two think you are smarter than everyone else. I saw you kissing at the top of the stairs last night. I acted like I didn’t notice you getting into the elevators because I was with my date, but I knew it. You lied to me, both of you.”