Appetite For Lust | Billionaire Romance (2 page)

Chapter 5

  Shelby rolls over, snuggling into her pillow as her mind drifts off to sleep after her long, first day at work.

He wraps his fingers around her wrist, grabbing her as she places the plate down in front of him.

“So nice to see you again, Shelby.” He says to her, his ice blue eyes dancing with fire. “I thought about you all of last night.”

She gasps as he pulls her down onto his lap, feeling his stiff manhood through his slacks and against her thighs.

She slowly grinds her hips back and forth against him as she watches his nimble fingers quickly unbutton the buttons on her blouse, letting her breasts free, her nipples perking against the chilly air.

“Take me…” She whispers to him as she feels his fingers sink into the waist of her pants. “Fuck me right here…”

Chapter 6

  Shelby hums to herself, taking extra care of the skins as she peels the carrots before chopping them into one inch pieces and tossing them into a stainless steel pot.

“So you saw him, hey!” Victor says, interrupting her day dreaming.

“Yes, I guess I did.” She says, annoyed at the lanky dishwasher.

“And?” He asks, his eyes lighting up as he gets closer to her.

“And what?” She asks, placing her knife down at the counter as she tries to hide the blush as she thinks back to her dream from the night before.

“And…. How was he?” He asks. “Really tall? Really fat? Did he have a scar on his face? Did he look like a mafia guy? I always imagined him to look like a mafia guy…”

“Just a regular guy, I guess.” She says to him shyly. “Kind of tall. No scars that I saw.” She laughs. “But actually much younger than I thought he would be. Couldn’t have been much older than me.”

“Really?” Victor says, lifting his eyebrow. “I couldn’t be much older than you either and here I am washing dishes.” He begins to walk away. “Definitely should have done whatever it is that he done…”

“Shelby!” Chef Kyle says, approaching her. “I know I said prep, but you’ll be serving again tonight.”

“Someone else called in?” She says, puffing her cheeks.

“No!” The fat chef says as he lifts a big cardboard box of romaine hearts onto the stainless steel counter. “He requested you!”

“Me?” Shelby asks, feeling the heat on her face once again.

Chapter 7

“Mr. Yeshevsky…” She says, placing tonight’s dinner in front of him. “I hope you’re well again tonight.”

“Yes.” He says, his voice deep. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She says, giving him a soft smile before she turns around to walk away.

“Shelby.” He says, watching her stop.

“Yes?” She says, turning back around to look at him.

“Come and sit with me.” He says, lowering his gaze back toward his plate.

“Okay.” She whispers, blushing as she bites her bottom lip.

She walks back toward the table, pulling out the chair beside him before sitting down quietly.

  Shelby watches as he cuts his steak in half before separating the potatoes into too piles. He sighs out of his nose as he reaches for the salad plate and she gasps as he slides the salad onto the shining wooden surface.

“No one really likes salad anyway.” He says as he slides half the steak and potatoes onto the empty salad plate.

  He pushes the plate towards Shelby, also sliding her his fork and knife.

“Can we get another silverware set?” He asks another assistant  as he gently waves his hand in the air.

“Oh, no sir, that’s fine, you don’t have to.” She says, worried that she’s intruding on his meal.

“I insist.” He says, his voice low but not quite in a whisper.

  She sits in silence, her head down looking at the food placed in front of her before hearing a small “tink” on the table when the second set of silverware is placed down for Mr. Yeshevsky. She looks up, slowly picking up her fork as she watched the billionaire pin his meat with the metal prongs of his own.

  Shelby sticks the potato, flaking off a tender piece, smiling softly as she brings it up to her mouth .

“Well, thank you.” She whispers, never thinking she’d get the opportunity to eat with a billionaire.

Chapter 8

  She sits quietly at the table with him, listening to him softly breathe out of his nose as he reads his newspaper. She reaches for her glass, taking a sit of the clear, sparkling water and clearing her throat before placing the cup back on the table, clinking the glass a little harder than thought she was going to.

  She looks over to Sergey, who’s eyes have looked away from his paper and onto her.

“Sorry.” She whispers, as she brings her finger up to brush away the water on the side of her mouth.

“Not at all.” He says, flopping the paper on the table and leaning back into his chair.

“So,” She starts, trying to make conversation. “You have a very nice dining room.”

“Thank you.” He says, looking around the room, his eyes traveling all the way up to the ceiling. “But not really in my taste. It came like this when I bought the place.” He picks up his water glass, bringing the cool liquid up to his lips. “I’ve been meaning to redo it.”

“No, no!” She says. “It’s nice.”

  She bites her bottom lip, hesitating as her heart beat quickens before she decides to just spit it out.

“Are you alone?” She asks him in a whisper.

“Alone?” He asks her back, raising his eyebrow. “I don’t understand what you’re asking me.”

“I mean… You’re not married or anything?” She replies, the embarrassment beginning to show on her face.

“Yes…” He sighs, nodding his head softly as he clenches his sharp jaw before his face softens into a small smirk. “I am not married. I was, but now… I am in fact alone.”

“But why?” She asks, resting her elbow on the dark wooden table, her cheek in her palm. “You could have any woman you want, so why are you still only getting one plate made for dinner every night?”

“Things get complicated when people walk out on you.” He says, standing up from his chair and smoothing the wrinkles in his pants. “But thank you for keeping me company this evening. I appreciate it.”

“Mr. Yeshevsky…” Shelby says, feeling the burning regret of her inquiry. “I’m sorry.”

  He turns back toward her, breathing deeply through his nose as his eyes zero in on her before he sighs and softens them.

“Stay with me tonight, then.” He says.

She blushes as he holds out his hand. Shelby grabs it and stands up beside him.

“If you think my being alone is your business, then stay for a while.” He says gruffly.

“Okay.” She whispers. “Okay, I will.”

Chapter 9

  Shelby walks behind him, following him down the wide hallways to his bedroom.

“Just in here.” He says, pushing open a heavy, dark stained wooden door at the end of the hall.

  The room is surprisingly white considers the dark décor of the rest of the mansion. She walks quietly over to his bed and sits down, resting, her calves aching and knees weak as she watches Sergey loosen his necktie and pull it off over his head, messing up his hair.

“Your bed is very comfortable.” She says, clearing her throat as she watches him begin to unbutton his white, pressed, button down shirt.

“Yeah.” He says, pulling his arms out of the sleeves and walking over to the master bathroom.

He flips on the light switch before turning to her and leaning his body against the doorway.

“You can stay sitting on it if you like, or you can come in here with me.” He says, slowly backing into the bright light of the bathroom.

  She blushes, looking down at her black slacks before looking back up into the empty doorway. She gets off the bed, hearing the hiss of water as Sergey turns the tap on his shower. Shelby hesitates, her breath shaking as she tries to breathe.

  She nervously unbuttons her blouse as she enters the large bathroom, noticing Sergey’s thick, muscular shoulders “V” down into his thin waist through the frosted glass of the shower doors.

Shelby lets her blouse fall behind her before unclasping the hook of her bra, peeling it off her chest and placing it on top of the pile that is her blouse. She unbuttons the top button of her slacks before unzipping the zipper and pushing them and her panties down to the ground.

She steps out of her pants before walking over to the occupied shower nervously, running her hand over the frosted glass before shyly sliding the door open and stepping in.

“Hi.” She whispers, looking down at their feet, watching his step to turn around and face her.

“Hi.” He says, bringing his hand up to her shoulder before gently sliding his palm down her soft, pale skin.

  He wraps his arms around her waist, stepping backwards and pulling her under the steaming water. Sergey rubs his palms up and down her back as the water flows over her before slowly leaning in and pressing his lips against the crook of her neck.

  She gasps as she feels his lips suck at her skin as Sergey drags his hands lower, one of his hands falling to her round bottom and his other sinking down past her belly and over her smooth pubic mound.

  He gently brushes his fingers over her protruding lips, sending a shiver up Shelby’s spine before pressing into her slit and spreading them apart. She leans into his shoulder as she feels one of his thick fingers find her wet entrance and sink in, stretching her as he dips it in and out.

“You want to see how comfortable my bed can really get?” He asks her, whispering into her ear.

Chapter 10

  She holds his hand, her whole body trembling as they walk back into Sergey’s bedroom. He gently pushes her down onto his mattress, her body sinking into his soft comforter as he kneels before the bed.

  Shelby watches as Sergey spreads her knees apart, letting her rest them on his shoulders as he gently brushes over her pussy lips. He spreads the little butterfly flaps apart using his finger to brush her silky wetness over them before sliding the tip of his finger up to her little, swelling pearl.

  He swirls over her bead as he kisses the inside of her pale thighs before he gently pushes back between her lips, sinking his finger back into her.

“You have such a pretty pussy.” He moans, getting his face close enough that she shivers as she feels his hot breath tickle her lips.

  Shelby blushes, closing her eyes as she feels Sergey’s hot, wet tongue press against her bead, lapping at it. 

  She moans as she feels him add a second finger to her entrance, feeling the stretch as he slowly scissors his fingers apart, opening her as he lick. Her back arches up from the mattress as she feels Sergey’s lips wrap around her swelling clit as he pushes and pulls his fingers in and out of her wet entrance.

  She sits herself up on her elbows as she feels Sergey pull away from between her legs, letting them fall to the mattress before he grabs them behind the knees and pushes them back, spreading her wide.

  Shelby moans out as she feels the tip of Sergey’s stiffness brush up and down between her soaking wet pussy lips before resting at her entrance. She gasps as she feels Sergey enter her, stretching her open with his thickness.

  She bites her bottom lip, listening to him moan as he finds the pace of his pumps, thrusting his cock in and out of her sex.

  Shelby moans as she gently drags the tips of her fingers over her stomach and down over her smooth pubic mound before dipping her fingers into her wetness as she feels Sergey’s stiffness pull on her pussy lips as he pulls back and forth against her tightness.

  She closes her eyes as she swirls her fingers over her sensitive bead, focusing on her billionaire lover’s pumps, the very thing she’s spent her nights dreaming about.