Billionaire's Lies: A Novel (9 page)

"You remember every conversation we've ever had?" His eyes bored into me intensely, and I squirmed in my seat nervously.

"I remember a lot about them," I responded shyly, looking away from him. That familiar yearning in my body was beginning to stir up and I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd need to feed my other appetite. Blake had this incredible way of bringing that side of me out. I needed to change the subject. "But now I'm going to gain all this weight if you keep feeding me all this incredible food."

"I know a way we can burn it off."

***

"This is stupid," I yelled over at him.

"Come on, live a little!" He was smiling and laughing. "When was the last time you had fun?"

"Uh-oh, the last time you said that, I was walking towards a helicopter."

"Let's not think about my helicopter right now."

"I feel so silly."

"Don't you worry, no one can see us."

"Alright. Just don't hit me in the face."

"Well, I am a gentleman by nature," he laughed.

"When do we start?"

"As soon as you throw the first snowball."

I cannot remember the last time I had a snowball fight. Earlier, when he mentioned that he wanted us to go outside burn some calories, I pictured myself skiing or maybe even on top of him, not playing with balls. Unless they were his. But somehow, here I was, all decked out in snow gear, with Blake smiling a ways down from me. I
especially
didn't expect Blake to be the one to instigate the snowball fight--it seemed so out of character for him!

My hands gripped some snow and rolled a shape between them. I flailed it over at him and I missed horribly.

"Oh, come on! You're not even trying! Put everything in it. What's the worst that can happen?"

I shrugged my shoulders.
Fuck it. Snowball fight he wants, snowball fight he gets.

Chapter 10

The snowball fight was fun in a way that only Blake can make me enjoy myself. I can't remember the last time I giggled like that. It started out as a regular snowball fight but then it gradually became a game of stealth. We would try to hide and dump snow on each other. No matter how much I tried to find out where he was hiding, he would always be one step ahead of me. He would find me, throw me into a pile of snow, and was off before I could even think about throwing snow at him. We chased each other around like a couple of kids.

"Aren't you glad that you let loose a little bit?" He was peeling out of his clothes by the front door.

"Yeah, I guess it was pretty cool." I chuckled. "No pun intended." He helped me take off my boots. "Thank you."

"I told you I was a gentleman."

"Wish there was something I could do for you to show my appreciation." I lowered and raised my eyebrows suggestively.

"You can do plenty." He winked. "But for now, how about you make some hot cocoa while I set the fireplace?"

I came back with cocoa, marshmallows, and a few other treats I found in that massive kitchen of his. He was lying on the floor, staring at the fire. I handed him the cocoa, put the rest of the tray on the table, and sat next to him.

"It is really beautiful out here," I said softly, looking out the French windows at the powder-covered trees illuminated by the moonlight.

"I love it. I bought this place after my grandfather passed away. He was a big outdoors man. He was also the one who got me into the outdoors. We would often go on fishing trips or camping together. When he passed, a chunk of me died with him. My father was always more interested in his company than in raising me after my mother passed, so my Grandpa was the closest thing I had to a father. I'm just happy that he lived long enough to see me succeed. He didn't give me much, but with his patience and the lessons he put into me, I was able to become who I am today."

We sat in silence watching the flickering of the flames. I didn't dare ask him about his father; the way he spoke of him made it sound like there was a lot of tension and strain in their relationship. A part of me hurt for Blake, too, because it was obvious that he was still seeking his dad's approval even after all of these years of neglect.

I leaned back on my elbows, keeping my eyes on the fire. I glanced over at him and saw that his eyes were glossy and my chest constricted for his pain. I scooted closer to him and nuzzled his neck before kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"You're a good man, and I bet he was proud of you even before you became the huge success you are today. How could he not? You have a heart of gold."

Blake's face lit up at that and he began to nod slowly. "You know, you're the only person I've ever told that story to. Usually, when people ask about this place, I don't even mention that at all." He looked over at me. "What is it about you that has such a powerful effect on me, Christina?" he murmured, his voice low and thick.

"My winning personality!" I grinned jokingly. "My infectious charm."

"Yes." The corner of his lip twitched in a small smirk, but his hand affectionately reached up and stroked my cheek. "All that and more."

When his lips touched mine, my body heated up in a way that must have been impossible for the fire to match. Blake's rock hard body was on top of me within seconds, snatching off my clothes and pulling them up and over my head. Within moments, I was stripped bare and being warmed by the flames and Blake's scorching flesh. His own clothes came off seconds after.

My heart was pounding for him, even though we'd done this several times before. The way his eyes burned into mine, the way he was looking at me like I was the most desirable woman in the world, and the way every inch of me felt loved by him was making me incredibly shy and incredibly sexy at the same time. Blake's large hand cupped the back of my head and he pulled my face to his before kissing me deeply and passionately. Our tongues danced with each other and I closed my eyes, giving into this alluring, gorgeous man.

His other hand tickled its way down my neck, down my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps all the way to my already throbbing clit. Blake's kisses became harder and more desperate, and I could tell he was losing control and giving away to his lust and emotions. I spread my legs for him, my own hand reaching down to find his lengthening cock that was already dripping for me.

Blake's fingers taunted my clit before stroking the length of me, fingering expertly placed circles on my wet pussy. I moaned and thrust my hip towards his fingers, willing him to finger me harder, but it was just then that he withdrew his hands. Wordlessly, he circled my hips with his arms and tucked his hands under my ass cheeks.

He only took a moment massaging them before he pulled my body on top of his, tossing me on top of him like I weighed a feather. I stared at this wonderful man, totally mesmerized and captivated by his aristocratic handsomeness. While I was distracted by his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw, he guided his cock to my entrance and teased my opening. Blake had this sleepy look to him, his lips were fuller. He looked like pure sex and I wanted him right then and there. I tried to ease him into me, but I could tell from the burning emerald of his eyes that he was the one in control tonight. He took me roughly then, and he took my breath along with his hard thrust. A gasp escaped me and I hugged his body close to mine, digging my red-painted nails into his back and kissing his neck to muffle my moans.

"Spread your legs wider for me," he coaxed me, his voice low and husky.

Immediately, I spread my legs as wide as they'd go and he drove deeper within me, forcing me to cry out in pleasure. Blake wasn't pulling any punches: he was slamming his body hard against mine and the sound of my wetness filled the room, competing with the roar of the blaze. I was relishing in the ecstasy he was providing me. His hands were gently around my neck as he pumped in and out of me. He held a tight grip around my face and our eyes remained locked. With every unforgiving thrust, he looked right into my soul. He wanted to see how his actions were giving me pleasure. And by the slick smirk on his face, I could tell he wasn't disappointed.

My climax caused my body to jerk around and he pushed me onto my back. One of Blake's arms propped him up beside me while the other smoothly reached down for my clit. His strokes were slow and luxurious, in direct contrast with his merciless pounding of my pussy. He pressed his weight down on me more, his speed slowed and he closed his eyes. I started biting his ear and squirmed underneath him, my body not knowing how to react to all of the pleasure he was giving me. The combination of his teasing fingering with his aggressive thrusts was driving me closer and closer to the edge. Blake grunted and collapsed on top of me. The look on his face was slick and wicked.

He withdrew from me and lowered his face between my legs. Blake didn't hesitate before he began licking me with slow, steady, sure strokes, and I was creaming over and over again. He didn't slow down despite the fact that that I was almost closing my legs on him. He just pinned my legs back, opened up my lips, and sucked hard. I couldn't even speak full sentences. I just kept gasping for air while my heart was beating ten times faster than normal. It felt like it was going to stop any minute.

"Please..." I wiggled more, craving his cock and his tongue at the same time.

"Take it," he instructed. "Take a deep breath," he said in between tongue laps. I breathed in deeply. "Now hold your breath." Two seconds later, I exploded again, crying out Blake's name repeatedly.

He picked me up and kissed me passionately. Moments later I was flipped onto my stomach, and my pussy was being spread by Blake's fingers.

"Look at how wet you are for me," he whispered in my ear, breathing hot air on my neck that covered me in goosebumps.

Another finger was added, stretching me even further and making room to accommodate his thick member. His other hand wrapped around my hair and he pulled my head back. The smack against my butt was sudden because after he did it, his fingers were right inside of me again. My juices were sliding down my lips and covering his fingers. "I know you want to explode again."

"Mmm" was all I could manage.

He spanked me again and pulled my hair back harder, sending a delicious shiver through me.

"You going to have to hold onto that thought."

He thrust inside of me again, filling me up in a way that his fingers never could. Blake teased and toyed with me, pulling out a little bit and hovering at my entrance before he pounded me hard again with deep strokes. Every time he pulled out of me a little bit, he yanked on my hair.

"I can't hold it in any longer," I breathed, willing him to keep his rhythm so I could have my release. He spanked my ass again and then grabbed me by the hips.

"Yes, you can. And you will," he told me. He pulled himself completely out and tasted me again. He was moaning and lightly spanking me every few licks. "Get on top of me."

The fire was starting to go out but we were still ablaze. His green eyes could light up the whole room. I slowly slid down and held on to his chest. He grabbed my ass and moved my lower body up and down on his shaft. It was fast and wild and becoming harder and harder to not reach my peak. I closed my eyes and our bodies continued to collide without my help. His grip was firm and his face showed me that he was in the zone. We locked eyes and not only was the rhythm the same, but we even breathed in unison.

"I'm almost there." I moaned, reaching out for him. He took his hand and grabbed my chin. Then he sped the rhythm of his hips up and down faster than any of the times he's ever been inside of me. "I'm about to--"

"No. Hold on," he said firmly. His eyes were getting brighter. I rolled my hips as much as I could. In all honesty, my knees were getting incredibly weak and I was only propped up because of the effect Blake had on me. If he wasn't here, I would have collapsed ages ago. "Kiss me," Blake ordered. Our lips met, and we finished at the same time, our bodies colliding into each other as we writhed passionately.

The room was dark. The fire had went out a long time ago. I used my hands and propped up against his body. I could feel him. His body was wet with perspiration as was mine. I traced my fingers from his hard chest to his rippling abs. I was shocked to feel a part of me wanting more out of him again. I was tired, but I couldn't get enough. It was like an electric spark that shot straight through my center with every touch.

"Christina?" His voice was groggy. "Are you okay? I can't see you." I could feel his body shifting around.

"But can you feel me?" I asked. I allowed my fingers to trace their way down his muscular chest, abs, and then finally to his cock.

"What are you doing?"