EXES - A Second Chance Billionaire Romance Novel

by Aria Hawthorne

  He covered his face like he dared not dream. “Waxed?”

  She crossed her legs, obscuring his view of the peep show. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  Yep, he absolutely would, filthy little wench.

  Without another word, he pinned her beneath him with the strength of his body, and dominated her mouth with the urgency of his tongue. She pushed her hands against his pecs, gasping between kisses as he cupped her sex and invaded the secret opening of her crotchless panties with his fingers.

  He heaved an incredulous moan of bliss when he pierced her wetness and glazed the bare surface of her labia with it. “You never waxed while we were married.”

  “Consider it a benefit of not being married,” she whispered into his ear, arcing her back with a moan as he strummed her deeper and deeper.

  “That means we can’t get back together afterwards.”

  “I’m fairly certain we won’t be getting back together,” she replied dreamily, fumbling to unfasten the buttons on his dress shirt.

  He heaved out his arousal, absorbing the warmth of her gushing nectar, intent on tasting it. “You mean this isn’t make-up sex?” He skated his lips down past her belly and dipped his chin between her thighs

  “Make-up sex?” she echoed, shuddering as he exhaled his hot breath between the transparent white gauze, barely covering her crotch. “No, not unless we’re making up?”

  Puzzled, he slowly rose up from his descent. “You’re telling me that we’re not getting back together after this?”

  “I don’t think so. I mean…I dunno.” She seemed confused and overwhelmed by his question. “It depends on a lot of things, Harvey.”

  “Really? A lot of things?” he repeated, certain that wouldn’t be true if he got her to climax with just his tongue. He prepared to flick her clit, but she quickly sat up before he had the chance.

  “Yes, Harvey. A lot of things,” she insisted with a hiccup. “Because right now, there’s still all these feelings…” But she paused to consider her feelings when he pulled up from the bed to remove his pants and briefs.

  “Alma, I don’t have feelings right now. I have an erection.”

  He did have an erection. And it was magnificent. “But doesn’t it bother you that I did all this” —she waved her hand across her crotchless panties, insinuating everything beneath it— “expecting to meet someone else?”

  Of course it would have…he wanted to declare. It would have driven him insane with jealousy, if she had actually been sleeping with someone else. But the fact that she thought she was sleeping with someone else, and instead, was on the edge of choosing to sleep with him, more than made up for it.

  “Honestly, Alma—” he paused, considering the fact that she deserved to know the truth. “The only thing that matters to me is that you want to be with me—here and now.”

  Climbing onto the bed, he wanted nothing more than to smother his naked cock between her warm, supple thighs.

  “Tonight, yes,” she agreed and stroked his shaft with a slow, arousing rhythm that only she performed better than he. “But tomorrow is likely a different story.”

  “Then let’s not call it make-up sex,” he offered, wanting to say anything to shut her up, so she would just relax and feel as good as she was making him feel now. “Let’s call it something else.”

  “Nostalgic sex?” she suggested.

  “Nostalgic sex?” His voice ticked up an octave as she licked the top of his shaft with her tongue.

  Alma nodded, certain of it. “Like an ’80s nostalgia band. You know, the kind that still performs their greatest hits despite being together for thirty years.”

  She licked him again, this time with a longer stroke, almost like a challenge. He rolled onto his back, disarmed by the lush sensation of her tongue washing over his cock before clenching his jaw, refusing to be distracted from making his point.

  “So you’re telling me that having sex right now would bring you the same amount of pleasure as hearing Bon Jovi performing ‘Living on a Prayer’?” Wrapping his hands around her head, he guided her up to meet him face-to-face. “Nostalgic sex sounds more like something you’ll forget immediately after we do it.”

  She unclasped her bra and flung it across the room. “I just don’t want to put any pressure on it, Harvey.”

  Harvey gazed at her, then at her bare chest. If nothing else, she was a complicated woman made up of bewildering contradictions.

  “Okay, but if we settle on nostalgic sex, I’m pretty sure I’m still supposed to make you come.” Dropping his mouth between her breasts, he consumed them as if they were the last delights on earth.

  “More than once,” she corrected him, sighing with a smile. “In case I forget it the first time.”

  “Deal,” he whispered back, stripping down her panties and exposing her beautiful sleek pussy. “But I promise you one thing. You’re not going to forget it.”

  With an impassioned kiss, he braced her wrists against the mattress and thrust his pulsating cock between her thighs, priming her for the moment he intended to shock and awe her prim and proper expectations of nostalgic sex.

  * * * *

  What was it about him that kept her coming back for more and more?

  She gasped and arched her tailbone into the mattress.

  Thisssssssss, she hissed with shallow breath as he dug his chin against her flesh and swirled his tongue into her waxed slit.

  “God, I could eat you up like this all day…” He lowered his mouth again and invaded her wetness with long, merciless strokes.

  Raising her hands over her head, she released her exhale and spread her legs wider. Things were always so easy between them. She never felt inhibited with him. He knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it, which made it possible to lose herself in the rhythmic rowing of his desire. He hummed his lips against her clit while flicking it with urgency. She shuddered as the vibrations resonated throughout her sex, rising and falling like peaks and troughs of blissfulness. It was all so different from her sexual encounter the other night, where she had allowed herself to be conquered by an unknown stranger—a dark erotic fantasy, never to be shared or repeated.

  With Harvey, she only felt closure. He didn’t hate her; she didn’t hate him. And everything she had been trying to escape—all those months of heartbreak and resentment—melted away with every exhilarating lap of his tongue.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, nudging him deeper and deeper.

  “Yes, there…please,” she moaned, knowing he loved it when she begged him for more.

  He obliged, rolling his tongue through her glistening slit, as if he craved every drop of her arousal.

  God, yes, yes, yes… She butterflied her knees against the mattress, letting him relish her.

  What was it about him that kept her coming back for more and more? The question resurfaced like a delayed echo through her inebriated mind.

  Because he knew her better than anyone else in the world, she admitted silently, gushing beyond her control. And it set her free...

  Delving deeper than ever before, he penetrated her to the brink. Another torrent of quakes undulated throughout her pelvis, promising to catapult her over the edge—if she was willing to allow it.

  But she couldn’t allow it.

  Not now.

  Not without him.

  “Harvey… I don’t want to come yet,” she petitioned him, almost breathless. He always selflessly gave her the time and attention she needed to reach her orgasm first, but tonight, she wanted even more…

  “Shhhh—” He pushed away her attempts to stop him. “Just shut up and enjoy it.”

  “Harvey—” her voice fluttered upwards, mimicking the sensation of his tongue. “I don’t want to come without you.”

  He heaved out a sigh, a mixture of annoyance and aching torture. “Alma, licking your bare slick pussy is going to do the trick for me. I promise.”

  “Harvey—” she insisted, lifting up onto her elbows and sh
oving her heel against his forehead before he could resume his conquest. “It’s been over a year since we’ve been together. I need to feel you. I want to feel you—inside me.”

  He locked eyes with her and prowled like a tiger onto the bed, fulfilling her request with his hard, naked body and forcing the heat of his cock between her legs.

  “Are you absolutely sure about that? Because I’m going to fuck you harder than I ever have in the past. You do realize this?”

  He nipped at her tits and fondled her tingling slit with his fingers.

  “I’m counting on it,” she confided in his ear, angling her pelvis into every nimble stroke. There was a reason why he always brought her to climax when so many others had tried and failed before him.

  It was because he never quit.

  He increased his rhythmic pace, stirring awake the most sensitive nerves inside her.

  God, yes… she bit into his shoulder, aching for relief. Reading her mind, he replaced his fingers with the tip of his hot cock, nesting it against her own slick heat.

  “But what about the condom?” she reluctantly uttered.

  “Isn’t that a benefit of having sex with your ex?” he replied, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  “But I’ve slept with someone else,” she suddenly confessed, feeling the whispers of sobriety tugging on her conscience.

  “I know and I don’t care,” he asserted. “Because I’m sure he got the condom.”

  She paused, pondering his complete lack of envy. “Yes, he did…but…what about all your other harem girls?”

  Pulling back from her body, he looked down at her. “Alma, I’m both flattered and annoyed that you think I’ve slept with half the women in Chicago—”

  “But it isn’t true?”

  “No,” he declared, straddling her into his lap and supporting her ass with his strong, workman hands. “Believe it or not, it’s hard to meet other women when I’m still in love with my ex-wife.”

  She stared deeply into his clear, earnest eyes, wishing they didn’t have to face each other as adversaries in the morning. “How can you still be in love with me when I’m such a ballbuster?” She ran her fingers through his switchblade hair, layered on top, trimmed close on the sides.

  “Easy. You’re the only woman I know who can chatter this much during foreplay and my dick is addicted to it.”

  She broke into a smile. He returned it and nudged her for a kiss, a gentle breathy expression of reverence that quickly escalated into deep, endless exchanges of their entwining tongues. They had been friends as much as lovers, and tonight’s reunion recaptured that—his corny jokes and flirtatious banter, her inebriated trust and acceptance of whatever he proposed, their familiar camaraderie and unspoken connection—they were all characteristics of the man who had once been her closest ally, her best friend, and her soul mate, and they were all traits she had missed whenever she summoned the strength to reflect on the consequences of her choice to divorce him.

  He swept his desire throughout her mouth until he could no longer wait to reclaim her. Securing her in his lap and kneading the cheeks of her ass, he ground his pelvis against her clit, grooming her for the moment he would drive past all the boundaries she had placed between them. Bearing down on her knees, readying her stance, she hugged his chest and endured a series of shudders seizing her gushing slit, unlocked by his cock gliding against its slickness. Then, suddenly, she lifted her chin and parted her lips, overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of his first intimate thrust. A slow burn of pleasure diffused throughout her sex as he slid his bare warmth deeply inside her, radiating heat through her body. There had been so many nights when she had yearned for this moment—the raw, primal intensity of making love—boundless and unprotected—knowing it had only ever been something she had experienced with one man, and that man had been the only man she had loved with all her heart.

  “God, you’re so tight around my dick,” he said with a hush, fully aware that she loved dirty talk as much as she loved the way he lingered inside her while she quivered in his arms. “Like my little virgin bride. I can’t believe you’ve forced me to go an entire year without your warm wet juicy pussy.”

  She couldn’t believe it either.

  Shifting her higher into his lap, he fondled her rosebud with forbidden caresses. She lowered her forehead against his shoulder, disarmed by the masterful way he inspired her yearning to be his whore.

  “There you are,” he whispered, slowly withdrawing his cock as she slackened with arousal, relinquishing all her defenses. “Open and ready for me.”

  She was so very open and ready…

  He embraced her like his sacred possession, guiding her down onto the mattress and pinning her knees against his torso before driving into her with a determination to prove they were one. Tightening his clasp and jolting her upwards, over and over, until she crescendoed into an uncontrollable shriek as the full length and strength of his relentless cock dominated her completely. He soothed her cry with his kiss, deepening each lunge with a pace that she had come to depend on for her own climax.

  God, how she loved the way he set her free…

  The first spasm of ecstasy rose up from her pelvis and reverberated through her body, mimicking the pulsations of his throbbing cock pumping harder, faster, deeper…

  Oh, so very deep, deep, deep…

  She spasmed and screamed, scratching against his muscular arms and biting into his neck, but he had no intention of letting her go. Instead, he held her tighter and pressed his lips against her ear.

  “Tell me how many naughty ways you want me to pleasure you tonight...”

  “So very many,” she said, almost like a plea.

  He didn’t wait for the end of her trembling quakes before he rolled her onto her belly and pushed her onto her hands and knees, forcing her to accept the taboo stimulation of his tongue, invading her without restraint.

  “Good. Because I want your beautiful curvy ass and your luscious bare pussy kept high in the air until you I make you scream out my name.”

  Forcing her into submission, he extended her arms out longer and spread her knees wider before steadying her hips with his assertive grip. She released an inaudible moan as he slipped the tip of his shaft beneath her, glazing himself with the rewards of his conquest.

  She twitched through her tingling ache, rising up from a secret cavern of gratification.

  “Please…I need you inside me,” she dared to confess, bowing her head down onto the bed.

  “Not until I pleasure you from behind and release every drop of myself inside you.”

  He worshiped her smooth, chaste backside and teased her tautness. Her thighs quivered, barely able to support her own weight as he unleashed every sacred stroke.

  God, how she loved the way he owned her, mastering her into obedience and taming her instincts to challenge him at every turn.

  She no longer wanted to fight anyone. She only wanted to give into her desperate yearning to be dominated by him…just…like…this…

  With one powerful lunge, he breached past the initial folds of friction and drove his hard hot cock upwards, striking the chords of her most sacred spot. She panted out an orgasmic cry, an incomprehensible series of syllables, mirroring the thunderclaps of ecstasy that contracted her sex with every accelerating thrust. He was ravaging her, savaging her, raiding all her defenses while simultaneously commanding her trust until she could no longer feel what it was like to be separated from him—only what it was like to be united with him until eternity.

  God, yes, yes, yes…

  She released a frenetic cry, fueling his acceleration and heightening them toward their mutual ascent. At the very last fragile moment, he returned her into his impassioned embrace, kissing her with fury, challenging her every conviction that they would not be a couple again in the morning. Sliding inside her for his final series of thrusts, he pumped and pumped and pumped until she gyrated with soaring, breathless convulsions that initiated his own climax a
nd oozed his warmth and tenderness deep inside her, reminding her of what it felt like to be completely vulnerable, but still protected—and what it felt like to be unconditionally loved by a man she had attempted to cut out of her life.

  Chapter Twenty

  She awoke to the faint sound of splashing water in the distance and the sensation of heat warming her naked body.

  Morning.

  The rays of sunlight streamed through the French doors that separated the master bedroom. Alma opened the doors and followed the seductive sunlight passing through a soaring art deco glass atrium and reflecting geometric patterns across the aqua waters of the palatial swimming pool. But it wasn’t the imported marble pillars surrounding the oval-shaped room or the stone dragon fountain recirculating water through its six heads and tongues that caught her attention. It was the sight of Harvey’s powerful, muscular body torpedoing beneath the surface of the heated pool, coming up for air only when he reached its opposite end.

  Steam wafted off his smooth bare chest. Slicking back his hair, he prepared to submerge himself for another lap when he detected her presence.

  “Well, good morning there, sunshine…” His jovial voice ricocheted off the enameled ceramic tiles. “Nice to see you smiling and well-rested. But you’re overdressed.”

  He nodded to the white velveteen robe that she had found in the master bathroom in contrast to his tan, naked body undulating beneath the water.

  “I’m not certain I’m prepared to swim,” she called back. “That was supposed to be part of last night’s agenda.”

  “Last night’s agenda took a fabulous detour.” Stretching his long sculpted arms across the edge of the pool, he let his feet float to the surface.

  She knelt down and dipped her fingers into the water to test the temperature.

  “Heated,” he noted. “But if you prefer something really scorching, the hot tub is right over there.” He smiled mischievously at the raised Jacuzzi, bubbling with a low inviting murmur. “But you’ll have to leave your robe behind.”

  The underwater lights glinted off his blue eyes as he watched and waited, daring her to strip down in front of him.