How to Marry Another Billionaire

by Elise Sax

“Army Rangers are pussies. Land developers are where it’s at.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I shriek. “Where’s that?”

  “Eureka! Finally, a sign.”

  “What does it say? What does it say?”

  “It says no smoking. Damn it!”

  “No smoking? No smoking?” I screech. “How can I smoke when I’m underwater? Think, people! Think! I hate the zoo. Hate it!”

  Rock pats my butt. “Don’t worry. We’re still alive, and we’ve got to be getting closer to the exit. Either that, or Tijuana. I’m terrible with directions.”

  “All the blood has rushed to my head. Can I die from that?”

  “Probably. Here we are.”

  “Where? Where?” I try to turn around, and Rock puts me down. He wraps his arm around my waist, so I don’t lose my balance in the storm. He points, and I follow it to see the exit sign. “We’re saved!”

  “Some would say I saved you,” Rock says.

  “That’s technically true,” I allow. “Should I thank you?”

  “Well… I don’t want you to strain yourself.”

  “Okay, thank you for saving me, Rock. Wait a second. What’re you looking at?” I follow his gaze to my chest. My blouse is stuck to me, and it’s turned completely see-through from the water. “Really? Now? When we’re going to drown and get eaten by tigers?”

  “When’s a better time?” Rock asks. “And besides, I told you that I saved you. We’ll be out of here in five minutes.”

  “You’re still looking at my chest,” I say. “You stared at my chest the entire time you said that.”

  Chapter 9

  Olivia

  San Diego is underwater. The roads are flooded, and Rock determines that it’s too dangerous to drive back to Los Angeles. We’ve managed to escape the zoo, and the driver is waiting for us. The limo is parked in the red zone in front of the zoo, a lone car in the parking lot, which has turned into a lake.

  “Are we going to make it out of here?” I ask Rock.

  “We’ll either drive away or sail away, I guess. I’m going to have to leave this guy a huge tip.”

  “Maybe you can build him a twenty-million-dollar house,” I suggest.

  “I might have to do that.”

  He knocks on the window, and the driver unlocks the doors. Rock opens the back door and lets me get in first before he gets in and slams the door.

  “Can you get us to a five-star hotel?” Rock asks the driver.

  The driver turns around. “My daughter wants a nose job.”

  “How much is that? Three gee’s?” Rock asks.

  “Six.”

  “A nose job is serious surgery,” I say. “She should focus on her inner beauty.”

  “She can’t see her inner beauty,” the driver tells me. “Her nose blocks out the sun.”

  “That’s some nose,” I say.

  “I’ll give you five thousand, but you have to get us to the Hotel Del Coronado,” Rock tells him.

  “Over the bridge? Are you kidding? We’ll be killed. The barriers on the bridge are shorter than my dick. The water will wash us over the side, and it’ll be lights out for all us. You want to die like that? Falling over the Coronado bridge and drowning in the ocean?”

  “I don’t want to die like that,” I interrupt. “I mean, I get a vote, right?”

  “Fine,” Rock says, ignoring me. “I’ll give you six thousand.”

  “You got a deal, pal,” the driver announces and starts the car.

  “Wait a minute,” I say. “What about us dying? What about the barriers being shorter than his penis?”

  “I got a really big penis,” the driver says and turns onto the street. At least we’ve made it out of the parking lot.

  The Hotel Del Coronado is a beautiful old, wooden hotel where Some Like It Hot was filmed. At least that’s what I find out from reading the brochure while Rock checks us in, and I pretend that I’m not dripping all over the expensive carpet. I called the children in the car and told them good night and told Rosalind that I wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.

  I’m shocked when Rock gets two rooms. Actually, one room and one suite. “Two rooms?” I ask him, while we take the antique elevator up to our floor.

  “I don’t want you to think I’m a pig and being presumptuous.”

  “Who gets the room and who gets the suite?” I ask.

  “Well…I am the billionaire, you know.”

  But when we get to my room, Rock pulls me across the hall into his suite. “What’s this about?” I ask.

  “I don’t want to be presumptuous, but as a gentleman, I must help you take off your clothes.”

  “You must?” I breathe, looking up into his handsome face. “I need help to take off my clothes?”

  “You don’t want to get pneumonia,” he says wisely, unbuttoning my blouse.

  “Pneumonia would suck. You’re right. I need help taking off my clothes.”

  He peels my shirt off and unclasps my bra with one hand. Freeing my breasts, he eyes them and smiles. “You are a beauty, Olivia. A true beauty.”

  I shiver under his gaze. “Let’s get you in the shower to warm you up,” he says, misreading the reason for me shivering.

  “That sounds good.”

  We walk into the bathroom, where true to his word, Rock takes off the rest of my clothes. He leans into the shower and turns the water on. He adjusts the temperature and helps me inside. Then, he strips down quickly and steps in, in front of me. He never breaks eye contact with me.

  “You don’t mind that I’m naked, do you?” he asks. His voice is deep and gravelly.

  “I’ve never been asked that before.” My voice comes out as deep and gravely as his.

  “Turn around,” he orders, and I comply. The shower is large with three shower heads. Two on the walls and one on the ceiling. The hot water brings out the chill from my pores, and I let it beat down on me and warm me up.

  Rock puts some shampoo in his hand, and he lathers my hair. “No man has ever washed my hair before,” I say.

  “You’ve been with the wrong men.” I tip my head back, and he rinses it clean. “Turn around,” he whispers in my ear.

  I never knew men could be like this. I mean, sure in the movies they’re exactly like this. Like Thor or Wolverine. But not in real life. Not in the shower with me, all naked in his perfect proportional hotness.

  I let my fingers trail up Rock’s strong arms and rest my hands on his shoulders. His eyes grow dark. “I like when you touch me,” he says.

  I want to touch him everywhere. Every inch. And his inches are increasing every second.

  Rock puts some soap in his hands and runs it down my body, stopping at my breasts. He glides the soap over them, caressing them in circles and then lets the water wash over them. I’ve never had a shower like this. It combines dirty and clean in a wonderful way. And I’m no longer chilled. I’m burning up.

  He drags his tongue over the skin, where his hands were. My body tightens with arousal, and my eyes close, even though I want to see everything. I force them open and watch as his tongue finds my nipples, teasing them into peaks, one after another. I comb my fingers through his thick hair, like I possess him, like he’s mine, when clearly, it’s the other way around. I’m his. Totally his. As he makes love to my breasts, my body pulsates, climbing to a place I’ve rarely been, I know I’ll do anything for him. Be anyone for him. And this devotion is brought on so simply. All with a kiss.

  But it’s the way he kisses me. It’s the way his clever tongue claims me. He’s attentive, and he puts my pleasure above his, which is new for me. My experience with men is limited to my husband, so that’s all I’ve ever known. And he never did this. Never pleasured me except in a rudimentary way to get me ready for his pleasure.

  But Rock is taking his time. His hands explore every inch of my body, fueling the fire of need and desire in my belly. As my arousal grows, so does his. I want to touch him, but I’m helpless to move under his ministrations. His hands, his
mouth, they are in control, now.

  “How about we move this into the bedroom?” he suggests.

  “There’s more?” I ask.

  Rock laughs. “There’s so much more Olivia. I want to bring you to ecstasy. I want to watch you writhe in pleasure under my touch. I want to hear you call out my name when you break into little pieces of bliss.”

  “Those all sound like really good things,” I say.

  He turns the shower off and he towels me dry and then himself. He takes a moment to study my body, and then he rests his forehead against mine. “Thank you for this,” he says. “Thank you so much.”

  Taking my hand, we walk into the bathroom, and he pulls the blankets down on the bed. He lifts me up and places me in the center of the bed. I feel ill-equipped for what’s going to happen next. He’s so confident and at ease in his nakedness, but I am so overcome from his presence that I don’t know how to act. I don’t know what to do first.

  He’s beautiful. There’s no other word for it than that. He has long, corded muscles on his arms and legs, his chest is broad, and muscles are etched on his abdomen. One, two, three… I lose count, as he settles his body over mine.

  “How are we doing, my beautiful, sweet Olivia?” he asks.

  Finally, my body reacts. My knees lift, allowing him to nestle between my legs, and I trace the sharp planes of his face with my finger.

  “I feel like I’m dreaming,” I whisper. “Like this isn’t real, and I’m going to wake up any second.”

  “That’s not good. We need to make your dreams a reality.”

  Without another word, he travels down my body, kissing and sucking as he moves downward. He gently pushes my legs apart and rubs his rough jaw over the sensitive flesh between my legs. I feel his warm breath between my legs, and I squirm under him.

  “What are you doing?” I croak.

  “I’m making love to you.”

  “But you’re going down there. With your mouth.”

  “Yes,” he says. His voice is so deep that I barely recognize it. “I’m making love to you with my mouth. After, I’m going to make love to you with my other parts. Olivia, I’m going to make love to you completely and fully. I’m not going to hold back at all, because that’s what you deserve. You deserve to be made love to like a worshipper at church. With total devotion. Enthralled from start to finish.”

  “But…”

  “What? Are you afraid that I’m going to do it wrong?”

  “No. It’s just I’ve never… you know… before.”

  Rock lifts his head. “And I’ve never been with a woman like you before. You are a unique treasure, Olivia. So, we’re both experiencing firsts tonight.”

  He crawls back down my body, and then his mouth is on me, teasing, kissing, and sucking between my legs. As his mouth drives me mad with pleasure, he slips one finger into my wetness and then two. I writhe under him, and my head dips back as he pumps his fingers and licks and sucks my most sensitive spot. I’m far away, a shell of a woman made up of nerves and ecstasy, climbing to a place of total relief and release.

  And then I’m undone. My body shudders and clenches around Rock’s fingers before settling back down on the bed. I’m dimly aware of him settling himself between my legs and guiding himself inside me. I help him, wrapping my hand around his velvety, rigid shaft. I lift my knees to accommodate his size, desperate for him to be inside me.

  Once he is, I snake my arms around his neck and pull him down for a long kiss. He moans into my mouth, as I push my hips up and down ever so slightly. He begins to thrust slowly, never breaking our kiss. Then, he breaks it. He supports his weight on one arm, and he puts his other hand under my thigh, pushing it up.

  My mouth drops open, and I’m overcome with the feeling of him so deep inside me. In my life, I’ve been a girl, a daughter, a wife, a mother, a friend, but for the first time in my life, I truly feel like a woman. I feel wildly sexy. Wanton.

  Rock’s face is serious and intense. He staring at my eyes so intently, as if he’s daring me to look away. But I can’t look away. My arousal is fed by his, which is playing across his face like a movie. He thrusts deeper and harder. My body is rocked, and I put my hand up on the headboard to brace myself. My other hand is on his ass, my fingers digging into his hard flesh.

  He’s driving me mad as he relentlessly drives into my body. I feel the now familiar sensation of my body rousing to his, my excitement heightening, my insides tightening as I rise and rise and rise and finally fall apart, giving myself completely. I clench around his shaft with my release, and Rock puts his head in the crook of my neck between my neck and shoulder, while his powerful body shudders with his own release.

  I snake my limbs around him, desperate to stay like this forever. Intertwined. Connected. Sated but wanting more.

  “You blow me away, Olivia,” Rock says into my neck.

  I knead his flesh, letting my fingers travel up and down his body. I’ve had two orgasms back to back, and I’m satisfied, but I’m over-the-top sexy right now and feeling my oats. I push slightly on Rock, and he rolls off me. He removes his condom and wraps it in a tissue. I urge him to lie on his back.

  Finally, it’s my time to explore his body. He clasps his fingers together and put his hands under his head as he watches me inspect him. I straddle him, in order to get better access.

  “What happened here?” I ask, tracing a long scar on the right side of his chest.

  “I fell off a tree.”

  I find another scar close to the first. “And here?”

  “Angry mustang.”

  “And here?” I ask, tracing a mean looking scar on his shoulder.

  “Angry girlfriend.”

  I sit up. “Did you deserve it? What did you do to her?”

  “Not what I just did to you, so maybe that’s why she came at me with a paring knife. My paring knife.”

  “You own a paring knife?”

  “I did. This was back during the summer after high school graduation. She came over to my house while I was building it. I was sitting back, taking a break. I was using the knife to skin an apple. I like apples.”

  “And she grabbed the knife from you and stabbed you?”

  “Not exactly,” Rock says, smiling. “She came over loaded for bear. She was wearing a tiny skirt and practically no blouse. Kind of like what you were wearing a couple days ago, but she didn’t fill out the outfit quite like you do.”

  I worry that he means I’m fat, but I let the comment slip.

  “And then what happened?” I ask. “Were you a gross teenage boy who did something wrong? Did you #MeToo her? Please tell me you did.” Obviously, I’m trying to find something wrong with him, something that I can hold on to so that when this all ends, I won’t fall apart totally.

  “No, I didn’t Me Too her. I’ve never #MeToo’d anyone, for your information. I’m a good guy, Olivia. If you don’t know that already, I guess I have to prove myself to you a little more. Anyway, she came over loaded for bear, and she literally threw herself on me. The end. There. That’s the whole story.”

  “What do you mean, ‘that’s the whole story’?” I ask. “What about the knife?”

  “I was holding the knife, and she literally threw herself on me. On. Me. She knocked the knife and it sliced me all the way across the shoulder. Eighteen stitches. I never saw her again, but I heard she married an accountant in Boise. Funnily enough, I’m craving an apple, now. How weird is that?”

  “That’s pretty weird.”

  I kiss his navel and then kiss lower. Kissing the head of his shaft, I cup him underneath. Rock sucks in a breath and stirs in place. I take a tentative lick, like I’m tasting an ice cream cone. We’ve only just made love, and it’s probably impossible that he can get another erection so soon after, but a couple more licks later, he begins to rise and grow hard.

  I take him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him. Rock moans, fueling my own arousal, which has never left me since I met Rock, only ebbing and flo
wing like the tide. His hand reaches out for me and cups my breast, as I cup him lower down. My head thrusts up and down, and he grows longer and harder. Moments later, his chest rises and falls with effort, as if he’s trying to control the situation, but I know that I’m in control now. I’m the one who brings him pleasure, who ruthlessly brings him to the edge of ecstasy and beyond.

  Rock rises up on his elbows to watch me just as his body clenches forcefully, and he spasms in my mouth. He falls back, panting, and I plop down next to him, resting my leg over his belly.

  “Where’d you learn to do that?” he asks me out of breath. “No, don’t tell me.”

  “I never thought I was good at that before,” I tell him. “It’s like I was hit with a sudden spark of inspiration.”

  Rock wipes off a coat of perspiration from his forehead. “It was unbelievable. I really like when you’re inspired.”

  “And I didn’t stab you, so that’s a plus.”

  He grabs me and slips me underneath him. “Not quite, beautiful. You’ve stabbed my heart. You made your mark and wounded me forever. I’ll never recover from my Olivia. Never. You’ve ruined me for all other women.”

  I hold my breath and wonder if he’s telling the truth about being his Olivia and being ruined for all other women. But wondering makes me sad, and I want to hold on to this euphoria for as long as I’m able.

  Happy for now, Olivia, I tell myself. Just be glad you’re here.

  Chapter 10

  Olivia

  I feel like I’m a kid in a candy store, who’s been told that she can have whatever she wants and as much as she wants. I’m gloriously happy. Rock and I have not stopped touching in twelve hours. We’ve been in constant physical contact. He wants to spend the day at the hotel, but I miss my children, and I want to see them, no matter how much I want to spend the day in bed with Rock, make love, and order room service.

  Outside, it’s a gorgeous day. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the air is fresh and clean. The hotel has done an amazing job, cleaning up after the storm. It’s like nothing happened the night before. In front of the hotel, a brand-new Aston Martin is waiting for us.