Billionaires Next Door : A Contemporary Romance Box Set

by J. P. Comeau

4

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  RICHARD

  I walked behind Annie as we made our way up to her apartment. Her red satin dress hugged her hips nicely, and it was hard not to admire her toned legs since the hem of her skirt went up about an inch above her knees. Even the way her black, open-toed heels clicked on the marble floors was turning me on.

  “My keys are in here somewhere,” she said, fishing through her elegant black purse.

  I was mere inches away from her gorgeous hair, and it took everything I had not to bury my face in it. All night long, she had been teasing me with it, brushing it near my face as she made some offhand comment about my age.

  Annie opened the door, and we walked into her loft apartment, which was directly above her yoga studio. It was an open floor plan with lots of space, which she made good use of with plenty of greenery. Annie carelessly flung her purse onto the white sectional, which I noticed had a clean laundry pile full of her panties, and made her way into the kitchen.

  “Nice place you got here,” I said, taking off my jacket.

  I tossed it on top of Annie’s laundry and sat down on a barstool in front of her counter. Annie grabbed a bottle of water for each of us, winking at me as she handed one over.

  “Thanks,” she replied, slurring her words a bit. “It’s easy getting to work in the morning, that’s for sure.”

  I laughed a little bit, and she leaned forward, her plump, delicate cleavage teasing me. “So, how long have you been a yoga instructor?”

  I listened to her tell me about her business, and how growing up, she knew that her calling was holistic health. Somewhere between her mentioning Crystal and discussing her plans for a comprehensive line of supplements, my eyes wandered down to her body. She caught me staring, but all I could do was blush.

  “You’re not so bad looking either,” Annie said.

  There was an awkward moment of silence as both of us felt the sexual tension in the room growing.

  She chuckled, turning her gaze away from me. “Anyway, it’s been great having my best friend back in town and helping me in the studio. Although, I am a bit jealous of some of her yoga moves.”

  “What do you mean?” I leaned back and folded my arms across my chest, eager to see more of her body.

  “For example,” she said, sliding off her heels and walking around to my side. “There’s a pose called Lotus in Tripod Headstand.”

  “That sounds difficult. Imagining myself in any position that had the word headstand in it sounds impossible.”

  Annie giggled and tipped upside down, surprising me. I turned my head to the side, watching as she carefully lifted her legs up into the air and slowly folded them above her. Her arms were tight and strong as she held herself in a handstand.

  “As you can see,” Annie said, folding her legs and lowering them down, giving me a sneak peek of her lacy g-string, “I have no problem going into a handstand. But I start to lose my balance as soon as I lower my legs. Crystal, on the other hand-whoops!”

  Annie’s legs fell, laying her flat on her back, and her supple breasts pushed up closer to her face. Both of us burst out laughing, and I decided to make her feel better.

  “I know you think that I’m just an old man,” I said, taking off my shoes, “but I bet that I can do this too.”

  I surprised myself by getting into a handstand, and I just about had it until I also lowered my legs. It didn’t take long for me to fall flat on my back.

  “Maybe it’s the booze,” Annie said in between bouts of laughter.

  “That doesn’t explain why Crystal does it better, though. Unless you’re an alcoholic yoga teacher.”

  “Hey now,” Annie giggled, trying to stand up. “I can do it too, but it’s just that she can hold it longer.” She reached her hand down and helped me to my feet. “And I bet that it’s not just the alcohol when it comes to you doing it, if you know what I mean.”

  Annie looked even hotter now that we were just inches away from each other. Maybe it was the sneak peek from her drunken yoga poses, or perhaps it was the memory of Jake repeatedly telling me to go for it with her. Either way, I couldn’t deny that the chemistry between us was magnetic.

  “I bet you can do it,” I whispered, lowering my mouth to hers.

  Annie closed her eyes and welcomed my lips to hers, letting out a quiet moan as I ran my hands through her hair. I reached underneath and scooped up her ass, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me as I made my way to the couch.

  After placing her down on top of my jacket, I started kissing Annie’s neck. She arched her back. “Don’t stop.”

  With every touch of my hand, she rewarded me by calling out my name, telling me to take off her clothes. I reached around and unzipped her dress, pulling it down her curves until she shimmied it off. Annie’s perfect, round breasts hadn’t been in a bra all night, and the thought of her supple body tempting me even when I didn’t know it was, aroused me even more. I leaned down and pulled her breast into my mouth.

  “Richard,” she moaned as my hands traveled south.

  With one quick move, I slid her panties down until they were a ball at her feet. She put her hands on my head and pushed me down, encouraging me to place my mouth on her swollen folds. As I lowered my head, I used one of my hands to unzip and pull off my pants. At that point, my cock was throbbing, desperately aching to be inside of her.

  Annie was one of the most passionate women I’d ever been with, continually bucking her hips back and forth as I made love to her with my tongue. I slid two fingers inside, rubbing and twisting until she submitted to me, her juices dripping down onto my lips. It only made me want her even more. I didn’t want to stop. There was something about her that called to me, pulled at my very soul. And feeling her, tasting her, made it all feel so right.

  Slowly she sat up, reaching her hand beneath my chin and tilting it up toward her eyes. “Now it’s my turn.”

  Standing, she pointed to the couch, pushing me down with her hands. She lowered onto her knees and practically ripped my tight black boxer briefs off. Even if it was done solely for my ego, I appreciated the fact that her eyes widened considerably upon seeing my swollen cock. She licked her lips before placing my throbbing head into her mouth and then slid it down.

  “God, woman!” I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back of the couch, enjoying every blissful moment of her mouth, sending me into ecstasy.

  Annie even cupped my balls and massaged, which not every woman knew how to do. It was perfect. The way her hands moved on my body. Not too forcefully. Just enough to hit the right spots and drive me wild. She seemed insatiable, as though she couldn’t suck it hard or fast enough. Realizing that I wouldn’t last much longer, I lifted her arms and moved forward, raising her to her feet. I grabbed her hand and glanced around until I found her bed.

  After placing Annie on her back, I climbed on top and positioned my cock against her pussy. She tilted her head up and put her lips on mine, kissing me a bit softer and gentler than before. Unlike in my past one night stands with women, I enjoyed the intimacy and closeness between us. In fact, I almost yearned for it.

  But that gentle nature only lasted a moment. Before I could even sink deep into her the passion between us exploded all over again. I put my hand on the back of her neck and plowed into her with all I had.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Annie’s voice was loud as I pumped in and out of her.

  The bed shook so hard that I pictured it falling into the yoga studio below, and I was sure that her neighbors could hear us. I didn’t care, though. Between the alcohol and all of the flirting, all that mattered was me being inside of Annie.

  We rolled over onto the floor, neither of us stopping to laugh at our drunken mistake. Annie climbed on top and lowered down, riding me like a cowgirl. Her slender yet curvy body bounced back and forth, and I ran my hands up and down her smooth skin.

  I watched her body dance over me, the pleasure swelling inside of me. Annie closed her eyes and moaned as
her hips swiveled, and her body ground against mine. The lust in her breathless screams pushed me to my edge. It wasn’t long before we both climaxed simultaneously, our voices combining as we coated each other in our juices.

  The passion was so deep and strong that my body wailed and shook beneath her. By the time the climax receded, her body was pressed to mine, her head on my chest. I could feel her roll from me, snuggling up beside me, but after that, everything went dark.

  I woke up on the floor next to her the following morning. Annie was on her right side, quietly sleeping as the sun shone through the window. My head was hurting, but nothing that some aspirin and water wouldn’t solve before the wedding. I watched her for a moment, recalling the hours before I fell asleep. She looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to wake her up.

  Annie mumbled something in her sleep that I couldn’t make out, but it sounded pretty funny. I laughed a little bit and then nudged her. She opened her eyes and rolled over, a little surprised to see me staring back at her.

  “Ugh,” she said before rolling back over.

  I couldn’t blame Annie for wanting to go back to sleep. Between the alcohol and drunken, rough sex, both my body and head were pulsing in pain.

  “Come on, sleepyhead. We have a wedding to go to.”

  Annie pulled the blanket over her eyes. “I don’t want to. And I can’t believe this happened.”

  “It was bound to happen eventually,” I said with a big smile on my face.

  Annie and I had been flirting with each other for a little over a year. It was only a matter of time before we slept together.

  “No,” she said. “I turned you down, remember?”

  I playfully kicked Annie from underneath the covers, then ran my feet up her legs.

  She gasped and grabbed onto the blanket. “Stop! Your feet feel like miniature igloos!”

  I laughed and then pulled back the blanket, propping myself up on my arm and forcing her to stare at me. Annie rolled over and let out a sigh.

  “And yet here we are,” I said before kissing her on the lips.

  She let out a slight moan that was starting to turn me on.

  “I will say that last night was impressive,” Annie replied with a smirk. Her mascara was smudged, and there was lipstick on her cheeks. Yet somehow, she seemed even prettier than before. “Especially given how drunk we were.”

  I ran my hands through hers before standing up, completely naked, wondering where my clothes were. I made my way into the main living space, suddenly remembering they were under a pile of clean panties. As I got dressed, Annie walked up with nothing but the comforter wrapped around her body.

  “Is that what you’re wearing today?”

  Annie laughed and then leaned against a wall. “Where are you heading off to?”

  After sliding on my shoes, I walked over to her. “We both have a wedding to go to, remember?”

  She nodded and ran her hands through her hair, all the while admiring my body. I loved all of the attention. After being nothing more than an older man that she didn’t think could even perform in bed, to making her climax more than once in one night, I had proven her wrong.

  “Well, thank you for last night. That sounds weird to say, though.”

  I could tell that Annie was feeling a bit insecure, as though she had let her guard down by sleeping with me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in for a long, passionate kiss. I knew she could feel my hardness through my pants and the comforter, too.

  “Thank you, too,” I whispered.

  “Are you going to leave right now, though?” Annie glanced down at the erection protruding in my pants.

  I shrugged and let out a chuckle. “I don’t have a choice. Besides, these things go away on their own.”

  She casually rubbed her hand along the outside of it. “I’ll see you at the wedding…and I’d love to do this again sometime. And I do mean that.”

  As I opened her front door, I grinned and gave her nothing more than a wink.

  I smiled the whole way home, knowing perfectly well that I’d left her speechless.

  5

  _____

  ANNIE

  My mom and I were all smiles when we arrived at Julianna’s and Jake’s mansion to help my sister get ready for the big day. I carried our dresses, and Mom was in charge of my makeup kit. By the time we got our dresses hung in one of the guest suites and the lighting for our makeup sessions set up, Caley was taking a shower. At her age, she was able to do the essentials, but when it came to her makeup, it was all me.

  Julianna had been hesitant about letting her wear even a little bit of lipstick, saying that she was much too young, but Mom and I reminded her that we started wearing makeup around the same age, and this was a special occasion.

  “I’ll never forget walking in on you two trying to put on mascara,” Mom, reminded us as she fluffed out Julianna’s dress. “Annie looked as though she might poke your eye out, and I’m surprised she didn’t, pointing the end straight toward your eye.”

  She shook her head disapprovingly and laughed at the same time.

  “It’s your fault for not hiding it better,” Julianna said, giggling.

  I rolled my eyes while contouring my sister’s cheekbones, remembering the look of horror on our mother’s face. She had let out a scream, which caused me to drop the mascara and leave a permanent stain on the rug.

  “Back when I was a child, I knew better than to go poking around in my parent’s bedroom. You two were always getting into trouble!”

  Julianna started to laugh but quickly composed herself so I could apply the makeup without smearing it all over the place.

  “That stain’s still there,” I said, getting a kick out of pushing Mom’s buttons.

  After trying to remove it with rug cleaner, she had finally given up and just rearranged the furniture to hide the spot.

  “Your father never even asked why I moved the bed,” she said.

  Our father was an extremely intelligent man who never cared about home furnishings. Our parents had a very traditional marriage. He worked to put food on the table, and our mother took care of our home.

  As we reminisced about our childhood, along with how quickly Caley was growing up, my mind kept trickling back to the night before. I was far too drunk to remember all of the details, but a few stood out in my mind. Namely, the moment that Richard had backed up into me while we were playing pool.

  That’s when I knew we’d spend the night together.

  Waking up next to him was such a mistake.

  I listened to our mom talk about Caley while at the same time, thought about how good Richard looked naked. I was actually dreading having to see him at the wedding today. We’d have to stand next to each other for pictures, make small talk at the reception, and be expected to dance together since we were part of the wedding party.

  “Are you okay?”

  I snapped myself back to reality, then nodded at my sister.

  She lifted a brow. “You’ve been applying the same stroke of highlighter to my forehead for a while now. I think we’re good, sis.”

  “Sorry.” I wiped some of the product off, careful not to get it into her eyes.

  I was starting to highly regret sleeping with Richard. If he had been any other guy that I didn’t see a future with, I’d have been over him already.

  While I applied fuchsia lipstick to Julianna’s lips, I thought about how not only I would be seeing him again, but my sister was marrying his brother. I’d be seeing him all the time. Eventually, he’d be dating some woman who only wanted his money, probably some young trophy wife-type, and I’d be replaying our night over and over in my mind.

  “That shade seems a bit bright, honey. I think something a bit more muted would be better.” Our mother walked over to my makeup kit and picked out a nude lipstick.

  Julianna shook her head. “I’m not going for an all-natural, virgin-white look, Mom.”

  I suppressed a chuckle as our mother let
out a gasp. “In that case, I’ll go check on Caley. Maybe it’s better if I do her makeup, Annie.”

  I rolled my eyes and looked at her. “I know what I’m doing. Tell Caley not to get dressed until I do her makeup.”

  After setting her face with some finishing spray, Julianna stood up and went over to her wedding gown. She started telling me about the moment she knew it was the one and how excited she was to recite her vows. I stopped listening less than a minute into her speech.

  Richard’s wink was eating at me. I didn’t know what it meant. Pretty much every guy I’d ever hooked up with said we’d see each other again. There was no polite way of saying ‘thank you for the one-night stand’.

  On the one hand, I wanted Richard to want me. Yet, on the other hand, getting involved with a guy like him was too risky. I could see myself falling in love, only to get my heart crushed. It had happened far too many times before.

  “Annie?” Julianna was standing there, hands on her hips, just staring at me.

  Once again, I had to snap myself back to reality. “Yes?”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I lied. “I’m just listening to you talk.”

  Julianna walked over and sat down on a chair in front of me. “Then why didn’t you answer my question?” There was no hiding the look of confusion on my face, so I just let out a big sigh. She shook her head at me. “That’s what I thought. I’ve always known when something was wrong with you. Spill it.”

  “I slept with Richard last night.” I just vomited out the words without restraint.

  Julianna let out a gasp so loud that our mother came running back in. “What’s wrong? Is it the dress? Did you spill something on it?”

  Julianna turned around and looked at her. “Nothing, Mom. Can you give us a few minutes?”

  She nodded and left, no doubt curious as to what we were discussing.

  “I am so happy! Just think, if you two start dating, then we can go on double dates! I know Richard’s so happy to have Jake back in town, and-“

  I shook my head and held up my hands. “I can’t date him, Julianna. And who knows if he even wants to date me.”