Billionaire Twins: Two The Hard Way (3 page)

“Why not?” He asks as if it’s nothing and this is a usual occurrence. Maybe for him but not for me. 

“If you liked flowers you would have accepted them from me, so why not the earrings? I’m a rich man and those earrings are like giving you a box of candy.” He had a great point but it seemed too improper. It was as if he was buying me. But for what? “Miss Adams, can I call you Monica?” I shake my head. Of course he can call me whatever he wants.

Ross puts the box on his desk, and his desk is unusually full of papers, as a matter of fact, there isn’t anything on it now. He still hasn’t asked me to sit. I look around and there’s a dark brown soft leather tuft sofa against the wall. His eyes are following mine.

Then before I realize it he lifts me on his desk. “What are you doing?”

“Something I like doing.”

“Do you like having a woman sit on your desk?”

“Yes, that and other things. But I like seeing you on my desk, Monica.” His eyes are raking my breasts, and now he’s leering at me. “And I like much more.” I’m wondering what this much more is. He touches my shoulder. My eyes follow his hands. He’s waiting for me to say something, but I don’t.

He gently pulls off my jacket and lay it on the desk next to me. Then he glances at my silk blouse as if he is wondering how to get it off. If he wants it off, he will have to do it. I’m not going to help him but I’m not stopping him either.

Ross patiently watches into my eyes and one by one he unbuttons the pearl buttons on my off white blouse, as he glances into my eyes. They are fixed on his enticing seductive eyes. He tilts his head and slides his tongue lightly across my lips.

I feel his fresh breath brush my lips. He takes time and taste my lips. “Your lips are so smooth and I like the smell of your lipstick,” he says but he continues on his task like a man with a job to do and that job is to get me naked and do whatever. I’m intrigued at how he thinks and what turns him on.

Stepping back, he looks at me with just my bra on. And he kisses my bra. “You have great breasts, are they real?” He asks as his mouth curls kissing them through my bra.

“They are as real as you,” I’m saying breathing hard because he has his hands between my legs.

With his long fingers he slips the strap of my bra off one shoulder and then the next. He leans and reaches around my back, leans into me closer and unsnaps my bra, and pulls it over my arms and it now lays on the desk beside my suit coat.

I’m still not helping him and he reaches and pulls up my skirt and stands back as if looking at a painting. I see his mouth open and his tongue extend and swipe his lips. He’s breathing hard and I’m wondering what he’s planning on doing. I don’t see any whips, chains, and handcuffs, and butt plugs and I’m relieved because so far I like his slow and easy lovemaking. He hasn’t giving me any indication that he could be the stud the women are talking about.

Then he reaches for my panties and pulls them down. I’m wearing sandals and he pulls them off and toss them too. He takes me in his arms and I wrap my arms around his neck and he carries me to the sofa I had been eyeing.

I’m lying on the sofa and wondering when is he going to take off his shirt and pants. But that is not what he has in mind for me. I’m sitting on his sofa naked. I’m speechless when he goes to his knees and his breathing is loud. He takes my breasts in his hands and says, these are beautiful.

And he’s holding them in both his hands then his mouth wraps around my nipple. The tip is rising in his mouth until it is hard as a pebble. His moaning becomes loud. I’m hoping no one is coming into the office because I will be the next victim of the water cooler jokes.

He bends his head, trailing his kisses along my legs, and with his hands, he opens my legs. I break into a thousand pieces. And a hot tide flows through me and I’m burning from his touch. I can’t breathe. I take short breaths. He sits back looking between my legs. “Do you have protection,” I ask?

He looks up at me, I’m breathless, he says, “I don’t need any. You will see.”

On his knees leaning back, his hands extend to my mound and his long fingers passes over my mound of curly hair. “Your hair is soft but thick.”

“It’s black hair, go figure,” I say raking my hands through his silky brown hair.

“I like it. Something different. It turns me on.” He smiles and brushes his tongue across his lips and his head falls between my legs. And he raises my legs so he can get a better look or his mouth can fully cover my folds. In minute his mouth covers my folds I’m hot and I push myself into his face and he gets all of me. And I’m into him. He knows what to do to a woman. No wonder there are women ready to write books about him.

I can’t wait to see his dick.

I grab his silky hair and comb my fingers through it as his mouth is grasping my bud. His tongue runs across my clit over and over and then he goes into the sucking motion and again his tongue is brushing back and forward on my clit and when my legs quake and quiver I’m having an orgasm and he is draining the life out of me.

“I’m having an orgasm. It’s amazing what you do,” I say breathless. My body rising up and down.

“I know,” he says. He’s cool after eating a woman’s pussy which to him is a walk in the park. I’m on fire and ready for him to take me fuck me hard.

When does he get his or is this his thing; eating a woman and making her weak for him, and then he can have her when he wants her. I will see. He appears to enjoy my body as much as I enjoy him doing that to me.

“Clean up and get dress. The bathroom is over there. I will have my driver take you home.” Now he is all business. My body is screaming for more and shattering waiting for the infamous cock. I want what the other women got.

I thought he would give it to me. I waited for the next round.

W
hen I rushed out of the bathroom Ross wasn’t there. The phone rang and I picked it up. It was security saying that since I was working late that Mr. Westlake’s driver would bring me to my door. I picked up my jacket and hidden inside my pocket was that blue box from Tiffany. I opened it and setting in there glittering were those pear shaped diamond earrings. “What the hell.” Lost a job, had my pussy eaten by a handsome rich man and got a pair of expensive diamond earrings all in the same day. What a fucking day. Now what happened to him I wondered.

I didn’t expect much from him but he could have waited until I was out of the building or escorted me to the limo. Now there I go thinking I’m a girlfriend. He only ate your pussy and gave you earrings. It’s not like he gave you an engagement ring or a promotion. But he did give me flowers. Now there I go getting ahead of myself.

The driver took me home, I slept soundly and wake thinking I need more days like that. It’s Saturday morning a good day to lounge in bed. I think I will stay in bed longer and dream about that handsome man. I’m turning over hugging my pillow when Zoey knocks on the door. “I need you to help me hang some paintings, Monica.”

She’s standing pleading. “I know you’re tired and you work your ass off but I promise if you help me, I’ll make it up to you.”

“No need.” I was in a good mood. No. I was in a great mood. I had an orgasm and I was ready to face the world and get over not getting the position I wanted.

“One more thing.” I knew that was coming. “Could you come with me to the opening tonight?”

“You know how I hate those things.” She’s standing there with her hands squeezed together begging. “All those rich guys most of them ugly and the rest are dorks. They always think I’m the artist. Maybe it’s because I’m black and every black person can either sing or draw. When I tell them I’m an attorney and hand them my card they say, “Oh.” Like I have the plague.

“Please, Monica I need a friend. There’s going to be some really hot men there.”

“You said that last time. They were all in their sixties and eighties.”

“They were hot once. I didn’t lie.”

“Alright. Again just this once.”

We spent all day unpacking and hammering nails and placing paintings around the room for people to look at and then purchase. We were exhausted and only had time to take a shower and catch a cab and get to the Museum.

When we stepped out of the cab in our little black dresses, we didn’t look as if we had been working all day. I managed to get my curly Afro into some kind of curls and it was so large it hung at my shoulders. If I straighten it which I plan to do, it would be down the center of my back. Zoey appears to like my hair that way as well as Ross. Well he did seem to admire the curly afro between my legs. I smile when I think of him with his handsome white face between my brown legs.

That thought is enough to sustain me for a month.

We were an half an hour late but that wasn’t a problem. People were gathered in circles drinking, gazing, and discussing the paintings.

I tried to act as if I knew something about the abstract paintings hanging along the walls. It was all confusing and I stood with a glass of Champaign and every time a waiter passed I took a fresh glass. I was drunk or close to it when I heard a familiar voice. “Do you like abstract art?”

I turn to the right. He’s here. I’m not nervous any longer. Anytime a man has his head and face, lips and tongue between your legs what is there to fear? “As a matter of fact I do Mr. Westlake. Fancy seeing you here,” I said as calm and relaxed as you please.

“Do you have a date?”

“Do you?”

“I very seldom have dates. I’m what you call a confirmed bachelor. I wouldn’t want to give a woman the wrong impression. But I could make a consideration for you.” His voice soft and smooth. I could feel my thong getting wet. The waiter passed with his tray and I was on my fourth glass of wine.

“Can we go somewhere besides here?” I asked.

“What about my apartment?” That sounds great to me. Ross didn’t bring a date. Well I needed him to finish what he had started. I looked for Zoey but she was busy. I planned to text her and tell her I had gone home with Ross and I would spill my guts later. He raised his arm and I put mine under his and he led me through the door and to his limo.

Because I was tired and drunk at the same time, I took a snooze in the limo. When I woke, Ross was looking at me. The car was parked in front of this ritzy apartment building on the most expensive street in Manhattan. “Are you ok? If you need to sleep it off I have several rooms in my apartment and I promise you I won’t bother you until tomorrow.”

His voice relaxed and pleasant. I could get to like this guy, I thought.

“I’m good. I’ve been working my ass off on my day off.” He doesn’t react but helps me out of the car, and before I can blink my eye, I’m standing in his penthouse apartment. “Wow. I’ve never seen anything quite like this. Windows everywhere. “Can anyone see in here?”

“I hope not. The things that go on here would make anyone blush. Do you need to eat first?”

“No. Is there some reason why I should eat first?” He looks at me and tilts his head and laughs. His laugh broke and his blue green eyes smoldered.

“I plan on fucking you hard,” he says to me. I give a small smile but I’m all game. After yesterday, I wanted him to give it to me as hard as he could. My pussy was ready for him. “The shower is in the next room and if you like, I can come in there with you,” he says. His voice smooth and seductive. A little less abrasive. He appears different but I can’t put my finger on what made Ross unlike last time. Maybe it’s his manner of dress.

He wore a casual suit, and this time, he’s dressed in a tux and bow tie. He is so appealing in his expensive suits and the way he smiles. I marvel at how tall and handsome he is with his blue green eyes, strong jaw, and that hair. That light brown hair that is full. It gives me chills thinking about a return of what he did to me on his sofa.

I’m thinking that I should get out of his law firm just to have a relationship with him. But what kind of relationship can I have with a man who has women falling over him day in and day out? I shake my head and come back to earth.

Take what you can, and don’t get ahead of yourself, take it slow for god’s sake, Monica.

“I think I’ll be ok. I can handle the shower alone,” I say to him.

“I’ll take my shower and I’ll meet you in my bedroom. It’s straight ahead. Don’t take too long.” I’m in the bathroom checking the cabinets to make sure no women left their sanitary napkins or other items. Women like to mark their territory like men. I breathe with relief when I find nothing. He is a confirmed bachelor. I’d like to change that.

My body is screaming for a repeat of what Ross gave me on the couch. Just thinking about it is making my juice flow. I hurry from the shower and grab a towel and wrap it around me, and pick up my little black dress and thong. Take off my diamond earrings and place them in my bag. Place my shoes by the door. I leave everything on the vanity bench so I don’t have to look for my items.

Tiptoeing down the hall, I pass rooms to the right and left of me, but straight ahead is a light and he’s there. That sexy magnetic alluring man is waiting for me and I wish I could be the only one to rock his world. But maybe I can. I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want me. I try to justify his desire for me. Or it could be that he’s a horny bastard and looking to fuck any new pussy that gets near him. Who am I fooling? I’m just here to satisfy his needs and maybe because he wants to add one more trophy to his wall.

This black woman, just another trophy, along with all the other women he has bagged in his thirty years.

I open the door and he’s standing there naked with a pair of handcuffs in his hands. I glance at him. “Are those for you are me? I mean are you going to put them on me or am I going to place them on you?”

“They are for me.” My body relaxes. Then he says, “These are for you.” He’s holding up rope. “Don’t worry, this rope is soft and the finest I can order. It comes from India.” That made me feel better. To be tied to his bed post with rope from India. I couldn’t run because I had no clothes on. I knew what could happen if I followed a man to his apartment. A man so handsome that I would follow him off a cliff.