Decoding the Billionaire

by Meg MacRose

  “Come check this view out.” She invited him over to the far end of the room. He was still taking in her décor and hadn’t realised that her apartment also looked out on the street behind. He moved closer to where she pointed and noticed out the window an enclosed balcony that looked out on the heath behind her laneway. The footpaths that lead into the heath were lit up with old fashioned looking lamps, and the glow gave it a country feel. It didn’t feel like an urban setting at all.

  “This is great Elly. I can see why you love it here. He hugged her from behind with his arms wrapped around her body. He kissed her neck. The silence and the dim lighting relaxed him, and he savoured the moment. She looked back up at him and met his lips with hers. A groan escaped her lips before she pulled away.

  “I don’t know about you, I really liked kissing you, but I’m about to fall asleep on my feet. You’re welcome to stay over if you want. No pressure.” Alex nodded at her. He was knackered himself.

  “You’re right, I’m tired too. How about I sleep here, and we see where it takes us in the morning?” Elly suppressed a yawn but failed and let out a loud yawn.

  She pulled him by the hand and opened a door on the side, which was her bedroom. Without any hesitation, she kicked off her shoes, removed her clothes and grabbed a short cotton nightdress from a drawer. In his experience, most women were either worried about been seen naked, or made a show of it. But not Elly. With no sense of self-consciousness, she had pulled back the covers and hopped into bed.

  “Come over if you want to. There’s plenty of room. There’s also a spare room downstairs otherwise.”

  Alex didn’t wait. He had craved this closeness for the best part of a month and needed no further prompting. He removed his clothes under Elly’s tired gaze and lay down next to her. She rolled towards him as the mattress accommodated his frame. Cocooned with her in his arms, Alex was about to speak when he noticed that her eyelids fluttered open and then closed. She was asleep already. Her face looked restful and young as the stresses of the day fell away. He reached out and with gentle fingers stroked some loose strands of hair off her face. He was sure that he’d never sleep with her so close, but seconds later, sleep enveloped him too.

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  Alex stirred. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee awakened his brain. He opened his eyes with slow movements. Elly’s wide smile came into focus.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  Perched on the side of the bed, her hair was damp, and she cradled coffee in her hands.

  “Is that for me?” Alex asked in hope. A coffee was just what he needed before they returned to the office.

  She shook her head playfully. “Sorry this is my wake-up tonic, a shower doesn’t quite do it for me. There’s lots more; I made a whole pot. Hang on a sec.”

  She rose off the side of the bed after she planted a kiss on his forehead and smiled at him. Her robe was loosely tied around her midriff, and as she had stood up, her bare shoulders were exposed. What a way to wake up, Alex thought. It was only as she glided into the kitchen, that Alex realised she was naked under the transparent kimono style gown that she wore. He wasn’t normally so slow to react. A surge of electricity jolted through him. He groaned. If only he could put the time back by five minutes. He was hard as a rock, and desire ran thick through his veins. With the knowledge that she was almost naked and freshly showered, he was unable to just lie in bed and wait for coffee. Not while his mind raced around and his imagination went riot.

  He glanced around keen to see how Elly lived. Last night, he’d been too tired to take it all in. Her bedroom was bright and there was no clutter. The small statue of a fairy with a floral headdress intrigued him. It wasn’t the type of trinket he’d expect Elly to collect. The duvet was bright and feminine, with light purple swirls against an aqua background. He pushed himself off the bed and followed Elly’s footsteps.

  “A pot of coffee?”

  Without glancing back, she replied “yes, done the old-fashioned Italian way, on a pot over the gas. Nico’s Mamma taught me.”

  He waited until she had put the pot back on the stove top before he tiptoed up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She let out a delightful squeal and turned her face around to his, their lips meeting in an almost urgent and passionate kiss. She tasted like bitter coffee and smelt like roses. Alex lost himself as all he knew was that he wanted was to taste more of her.

  His fingers started to caress the softness of her neck. He pulled back from their kiss, needing to taste more of her. His mouth lingered on the silky smoothness of her neck. She let out muted moans and inched toward him as if she too needed to sate her hunger. Her head arched back as his hand pushed away the kimono from its loose tie and settled on a pert hard nipple that he massaged between his fingers.

  Elly whimpered. “Alex, please.”

  He had the most exquisite agony, as she cried out at him under his slow a gentle touch, while wanting to be inside of her and be consumed by her heat. One hand remained cupped around her breast, gently massaging it. His other hand lingered before it trailed up to her unruly damp hair, combing through it until the clasp at the back had been dislodged.

  Alex was in both heaven and hell. Heaven, as every part of her body was as delectable as the next. For weeks he had dreamed about doing exactly this. He groaned in unison with Elly’s whimpers. This was perfect. To touch and smell Elly. To have her respond. To wake up in her bed.

  The coffee was forgotten about until a shrill sound erupted from the pot that bubbled with a ferocious force. The shrill turned into a whistle that pierced their ears.

  “The coffee,” she murmured against his lips. She squirmed around in his arms, but still they kept their body to body contact. She turned off the coffee and pulled out a tray that sat on the bench laden with cut up fruit and a creamy blackberry yoghurt that she had prepared earlier.

  “I’m sorry to be the party pooper, but we’d better take a rain check. It’s going to be a busy day.”

  Alex massaged her shoulders as she spoke. Woken up by Elly was very nice, very nice indeed.

  The time on her oven said that it was already 7:03. That couldn’t be right. He never slept past 5am.

  “Is that the right time?”

  “Sure is.”

  “Right. I must have overslept. I didn’t realise we were so late. We’d better go.”

  “Yes, well, time kind of became irrelevant for a while there. Although, we’re not late. Nina messaged through that we don’t need to be there before 8. There’s plenty of time to eat breakfast and get to your office. And that’s with walking. And we’d have even more time if your driver picked you up!”

  One thing he had rediscovered with Elly was that there was no point to arguing with her. She was too rational and measured. She made too much sense. The fruit on the bench looked great and he was hungry. And the aroma of the coffee had wafted over, making his mouth water. Maybe there was enough time to have breakfast and get dressed. Luckily, there were spare sets of clothes in his office as yesterday’s clothes lay crumpled in a mess on Elly’s floor.

  Last night was another first for him. He’d never stayed over at a woman’s house before and only slept. Nor had he ever slept in to nearly 7am. Or shared a late-night pizza with a woman. Now he sat in Elly’s kitchen, fresh coffee served as she stood at the bench with nothing under her thin robe. He didn’t dare touch her, otherwise they’d never get to the office on time.

  “Elly, can you please get dressed? Your naked body, as delectable as it is, and believe me, I really want to explore it, is becoming a distraction and could very well be the source of us getting to the offices late this morning.”

  Elly’s grin showed just how amused she was by his comment.

  “Did your Mum not tell you that patience is a virtue? Besides, I never get dressed before I eat breakfast. I’m likely to spill yoghurt or my coffee down my suit. Probably I’d spill both. So, all I can say is enjoy the view and eat up!”

  She pulled out
the stools at her breakfast bar and as she sat her very cute posterior down, she handed him a spoon and his coffee.

  “Right, big boss man. Eat up.”

  Elly scooped her own spoon into the yoghurt and after her first taste, rolled her eyes with bliss.

  “Seriously, this is the best yoghurt in London. If you don’t want to eat, that’s your problem. I however won’t be so shy.” Elly’s lips were pursed as if she tried to suppress a smile as she dug in for another spoonful.

  He enjoyed this humorous side to Elly. He leaned forward, and before she could get her next spoonful of yoghurt to her mouth, he redirected the spoon to his own mouth.

  “Hey …”

  “You did say to eat up, right?”

  Chapter 8

  Elly left work early. There was nothing more for her to do today. Alex was still held up on a teleconference, and there was no point just waiting around. She could have cleared her emails or something but hanging around the Hudson offices just for the sake of it seemed silly.

  The time on her phone showed that Alex was not even five minutes late, and yet she sat watching each minute as it ticked over. She missed him like crazy. How can you miss someone who you only saw an hour or two ago? Never had she felt such anticipation to someone coming to her apartment. Judging by how they’d barely kept their hands off each other at breakfast time, she was sure that tonight would be a night in bed.

  Her phone pinged through. Alex.

  I’m just leaving now. I’ll be at yours in 15 minutes. I can’t wait. xxxxxx

  An impulsive idea shot through her head. And before sense took over, Elly raced into her bedroom, rummaged at the back of her wardrobe until she found a very risqué looking superhero costume, still in its packaging. She’d bought the costume online for a charity ball that the university sponsored but had not been able to make it as an urgent last-minute project had arisen at work. Just as well, Elly thought with a smile. The University Dean would have had a fit if she’d worn this miniscule creation.

  She breathed in as she slipped on the body tight red and blue costume, and then stepped into each of the bright red thigh-high stiletto boots that came with the microscopic outfit. She twirled in front of her wardrobe mirrors. As she saw her own reflection, she gasped in both surprise and intrigue. Was this really her own luscious looking cleavage? The fact that there was even any hint of cleavage was a surprise itself. She twirled a quick pirouette with her arms up in front of the mirrors. The sexy superhero bra-top rendered her breasts to look full, as if they would at any minute spill out. She’d always thought herself as having a rather unflattering flat chest, but this outfit accentuated all her curves in the right places! Just perfect, she thought.

  “Can I pull it off? Elly the sexy mistress? Who would have guessed?”

  She struck up a sexy pose with her arms up above her head and one leg bent at the knee. “Oh my.”

  Never had she done anything like this. The anticipation of Alex’s arrival sent her nerves all over the place.

  She glanced back at the time on her phone just as the front door security system pinged. Alex had arrived. She pushed the code to let him in. Where on earth should she stand for a full effect? How does one stand when seduction of your loved one is the only thing on your mind?

  She positioned herself against the bedroom doorway and stood with what she hoped was a seductive pose. Her lasso that came with the costume was in one hand, while the other hand rested on her hip. She watched Alex in silence and tracked his movements as he emerged up the stairs laden with his laptop and a small bag of shopping. The moment his eyes found hers, her entire body went up in flames as his shocked dumbfounded expression transformed into pure lust. The expressions that flitted across his handsome face gave her the courage to snap her lasso, wriggle her costumed clad hips in a manner that she hoped was both sensual and sophisticated.

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her voice quiet, slow and controlled.

  Elly of twelve years ago would never have dreamed to dress this way, let alone strike a pose for her lover. Her nerves were almost shot, until Alex looked at her with complete desire mirrored in his eyes.

  She strutted towards him, all sexy and sassy, and somehow, she stayed upright in the bright red stiletto boots that threatened to wobble over at any time.

  “This is my lasso of truth, and you will have to obey me.” Her tone still low, her eyes didn’t leave Alex’s face. She took his laptop and the bag of shopping from his hands and placed it on the bench. She leaned towards his face. “Are you ready to obey me?”

  “Whatever the lady wants,” Alex replied, his voice husky and low. She noticed the Adam’s apple in his throat protract, as his breathing became more rapid.

  “I want you. And I want you now.” Elly’s intonation changing ever so slightly to reveal the fun that she was having, as well as her desire, that had been kept in check.

  With a flick of her long mane, she turned her back to him and resumed her original pose in the doorway. She flicked her lasso again, and stood with her legs apart, in a dominant stance.

  Alex grunted back at her. His words unable to form. It seemed that he had been reduced to syllables, but Elly completely understood. She snapped her lasso again and motioned for him to pass by her and enter her bedroom door. As he walked past, the pupils in his eyes dilated looking like big black ponds, and the bulge in his trousers was unmissable. Her eyes did not leave his. She had no plans past wearing the costume. As his body brushed against her hip, she stopped him in his tracks as she put her red booted leg out in front of him, exposing the bare skin between the top of the boot and the micro blue superhero skirt.

  “I don’t think you understand. I want you in here, but not with these on.” Her raspy voice whispered into his ear. Her confidence grew as she saw him gulp, his erratic pulse throbbing under his ear. Using her lasso to stroke his torso, Elly stood in defiance in front of Alex, her eyes bright and wide as they challenged him.

  Alex pulled away, and with harsh breathing unbuttoned his designer suit jacket with clumsy fingers.

  “I believe you are taking too long. Here let me help.” She leaned towards him, and with deft fingers, unbelted and unzipped his trousers. Her hand rested on his solid and throbbing manhood. With awkwardness, he let his trousers drop to the floor, stepping out of them.

  Their eyes met. In addition to the feral desire that consumed them, there was something more mirrored. Elly saw her soul in Alex’s eyes. Her heart belonged to the man who could look at her in this way, with primal appeal.

  She grabbed his hand and directed it to under her costume skirt. He groaned as he realised where his hand was intended for, and on cue started to rub her with gentle precision.

  “You know this is rather a surprise. I was thinking of a bottle of wine and taking it slowly.” He didn’t remove his hand as he spoke.

  “Shhh. There’s no need to take it slowly. It’s not like it’s our first time. Anyway, enough words!”

  He was rather exquisite at doing this, and Elly would have been quite happy to succumb as she had many other times. But she hadn’t gotten all dressed up for only this, and she had a feeling that it could get even better.

  “You’re a difficult man to resist, but not yet. You’re still overdressed. I need you naked. Now.”

  Elly pointed with her lasso to his expensive tailored work shirt, which was no longer bound by his trousers. Alex unbuttoned his shirt, he still had not averted his gaze from Elly’s. Excitement, combined with lust and tenderness, radiated from his stare.

  “I like this. Wild, domineering superhero.” His comment made her laugh and she was unable to resist a smile back to him.

  “Shhhh. That’s better.” She looked down at his tanned and muscled body in appreciation. In twelve years, his body had only improved. He was hard and rippled.

  Her lasso cracked next to him, and she stood in front of him and pushed him against the wall. As she rubbed her latexed body against his, her mouth sought th
e pulse under his ears, and she kissed it. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, she wriggled her body around. She surprised both of them as she grabbed his bare arms and placed them against the wall.

  “Uh uh.” She muttered, reduced to caveman sounds. “You have to obey me.” She could barely hear her own hoarse words.

  The top of her boot glided up along his thigh and brushed at the sensitive swell of his manhood. Her leg rubbed slowly up and down, and she held on to his strong hands against the wall. She leaned forward, still on one leg, and kissed his cheek, his chin, and then bowed, using her lips to peck his nipples, one at a time.

  Alex tried to swoop his mouth down firmly on hers, but she ducked her head, and returned to give his nipple a gentle bite. She released one of his hands and skimmed her hand down the length of his body until she connected with his manhood and proceeded to pump it up and down.

  “Elly. Please. Now. I need to be inside you.” Alex’s voice sounded tormented as she continued to seduce him.

  With a gentle shove, she pushed him over on to the bed. Elly lost no time lying on top of him, still fully costumed.

  “Just lie back and enjoy!” Elly’s mouth returned to his nipple and gave it another gentle bite before she reached up to peck the soft column of his neck. Alex tasted manly and sweaty. Elly loved the smell and taste of him.

  “Your hands above your head.”

  Alex obeyed her order. Her mouth found his, while her hands joined his above his head. As her tongue slipped into his mouth and stroked him, her body started to move in rhythm with him. He was hard and strong against her panties and costume. Elly savoured every second of pleasure. At first, the rhythm was measured and slow. As the intensity built, Elly rubbed her body against Alex, and moved with his body as one, meeting the frantic rhythm that he set. Elly let go of his hands and grabbed onto his shoulders. She threw her head back as waves of pleasurable tremors ran through her body. Alex’s body responded with jerked motions as he reached his own climax. He was strong and rhythmic.