Dance with the Billionaire (43 page)

Oh God.

I took a sharp intake of breath.

It was Marianne, slumped like a ragdoll over the toilet bowl, her hair wild and crazy, her makeup completely ruined, her chin smeared with vomit, and her eyes half-closed as she tried to focus on me, mumbling and muttering something at me that came out as nothing more than a woozy, nonsensical slur. 

“Oh God,” I said, feeling my heart go out to her, despite everything. “Let’s get you up and out of here.”

It took all my strength to lift her away from the toilet bowl, helping her uneasily to her feet, letting her slump and lurch against me as I guided her first to the basin, where I helped her gulp down some water, before dabbing away the vomit from her chin with some paper towels.

“Oh, Jessica!” she said, her eyes finally focusing on me as I wiped away the lipstick that she’d somehow got all over her cheeks. “I seem to have got myself in a bit of a state. Be a doll and call me a cab would you? I don’t appear to have my purse but I can give you the money back in the office on Monday.”

I didn’t have the heart to remind her I’d quit, and she was clearly too far gone to remember any of this in the morning, anyway.

So instead I just nodded and guided her out through the function room and toward the reception, as quickly and inconspicuously as I could. But even so a few guests couldn’t help but turn round, whispering behind their cupped hands to one another, obviously remarking at the awful state she’d managed to get herself into.

“Can you order a taxi, please?” I said gently to the smartly dressed girl behind reception, telling her Marianne’s address; luckily I still knew it off by heart, from all the many errands and jobs she’d sent me on. “And you’d better put it on the Matthews expense account. My friend’s lost her purse.”

When the cab arrived a few minutes later, and I walked Marianne out to the street and helped her inside, I once more felt sorry for her, despite her obvious hatred for me and all the crap she’d put me through.

Because here was someone, I thought, who, despite all her success in the industry, despite all her many achievements, was still a sad, lonely old woman, going home to an empty apartment.

“Take care, Marianne,” I said, closing the door on her and waving her off as the cab pulled away into the busy downtown traffic. 

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Eventually the function room began to empty out, and as it did so, the thought I’d tried to distract myself from all evening flitted back into my head:

What happens next?

Because when I remembered our moment in the club, it seemed now like so long ago, almost like it had happened to two different people. And although Blake’s statement kept popping back into my head – that this wasn’t work, and that I was here as his date – I still found myself worrying that I was perhaps under some misunderstanding about this evening, that we might simply kiss goodnight and that would be that and we’d never see each other again.

“I’ve just realized,” he murmured quietly, once we were almost the last remaining in the large room, “that I’ve still not given you the tour. Follow me.”

He offered his arm, guiding me out toward the lobby, shooting the girl on reception a friendly smile as he led me confidently toward the elevators.

“How about we start with … the penthouse suite,” he said, as if this was a perfectly normal place to begin a tour.

He pressed the ‘call’ button and we waited in silence, the electricity increasing between us with each passing second. I found I almost couldn’t breathe, as I slowly realized what was happening: where he was about to take me. I kept my eyes fixed ahead, on the brushed chrome of the doors, as I felt my pulse begin to throb in my veins.

Finally the elevator chimed, its door swishing open, the polished interior sparkling. My breath shivered in my throat as we stepped inside, the doors closing, enveloping us once more in a heady, heavy silence.

Blake removed a gold keycard from his breast pocket, inserting it gently into the slot and tapping in a series of numbers, sending the elevator upwards, towards the penthouse suite.

In the mirrored walls, I could see our reflections, cast a million times over, Blake and Jessica and Jessica and Blake.

Is this really happening?

Just like in his apartment, the doors opened right into the penthouse.

“Oh, Blake,” I said, as I took in the sumptuous room; one wall was solid glass from floor to ceiling, the lights of Manhattan glittering below. “It’s beautiful.”

I felt his hands close gently around my waist and his breath hot on my neck from behind.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

I turned round, looking up into his cool grey eyes, feeling myself melt as he kissed me, his lips pressing hungrily against mine, our mouths parting, our tongues flicking.

I shuddered as his hands softly began to explore my body, and I pushed myself hard against him, feeling the intense throbbing of my sex. I wasn’t the only one getting hot either; I could feel Blake’s cock, pressing against me through the immaculately tailored cloth of his suit pants, begging for release.

As I let my hand stray down, softly stroking his hardness through the fabric of his pants, I felt him groan, his tongue pushing more urgently into my mouth, our breath coming now in soft sighs as we worked each other to boiling point.

“I need you,” I gasped between kisses. It was something I’d been wanting to say for so long. “Take me, Blake ... Please.”

And with a shiver of anticipation, I felt him scoop me up in his strong arms, carrying me effortlessly across the room towards the sumptuous king-size bed.

He placed me gently down upon the crisp, fresh white cotton sheets, climbing on top of me, his rugged face so perfect and handsome above me, his lips curled in a hungry, animal smile.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re just perfect.”

I kissed him hard in reply, feeling like I just couldn’t get enough of him now, my trembling fingers tugging eagerly at his shirt, not caring if I ripped its buttons, just wanting to get him undressed, as fast as humanly possible.

He too seemed to want the same thing, and he pushed himself up onto his knees, first tugging off his blazer, then his shirt, finally exposing his tanned, muscular frame beneath, so perfect, so beautiful.

I lay back on the pillows, unable to believe that this smoking hot hunk was actually undressing for me.

He pulled open his tan leather belt, then stood up to slide down his pants, the figure hugging white boxer briefs he wore beneath leaving practically nothing to the imagination: he was obviously just as excited as I was!

Before I even knew what was happening, he’d climbed back over me, positioning himself between my legs, his hands tugging my dress up eagerly around my hips.

“Cute panties,” he said, his eyes moving between my legs. “Now where have I seen those before ...”

Oh God.

Not those.

I peered down between my legs with embarrassment, realizing that I was wearing the very same pair – those girly black and white polka-dot ones – that I’d worn that first night at Blake’s party.

I was about to make up some excuse, but as I felt his lips softly touch my sex through the cotton, all that escaped my lips was a soft gasp.

“I think these had better come off,” he murmured, looking up at me, his eyes meeting mine, his handsome face there between my legs.

I lifted my ass up, allowing him to tug my panties down, over my thighs, off my legs, leaving me fully exposed before him.

As Blake turned his eyes once more to that tender, secret place between my legs, I felt my thoughts cast back for some reason to the painting in the lobby to his penthouse, of that green-eyed girl, her legs spread so confidently, her gaze piercing me with its intensity.

“I like this,” Blake said, giving the cropped little rectangle of my pubic hair a playful tug.

I was about to speak, but instead I shivered, my eyes closing, as I felt his lips close around my clit, his tongue brushing it softly and expertly, circling the sensitive little bundle of nerves, sending shockwave tremors of pleasure dancing out, all around my body.

And as he worked his kisses and licks a little way downwards, I felt myself spreading my legs wider, as wide as they’d go, arching my hips, grinding myself into him, giving myself up to him, registering with a shiver that his hot smooth hands were gently cupping my buttocks too, lifting me up off the bed as he worked shiver after intoxicating shiver from deep within me, simply with his slow sensual kisses.

I felt myself quickly approaching release, and in response Blake’s tongue began working faster and more urgently, circling my clit, before he actually sucked it lightly between his lips for a moment, and it was this that finally sent me over the edge.

I cried out as I came, my body bucking, my back arching, the electric shivers flashing all around me as I felt myself scatter into a million tiny pieces ...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Excuse me just a moment,” I said, pushing my trembling body quickly up off the crisp white sheets and dashing in what I hoped was the direction of the bathroom.

Luckily, I was right.

I closed the heavy wood door behind me, set the chrome taps splashing away into the basin, then finally I sat down on the toilet lid, feeling the rush of mixed emotions burble up in me: shock and excitement and sadness and confusion, all at the same time.

Because here I was, with the guy of my dreams, still shivering from probably the most intense orgasm of my life, and yet for some reason I still felt ...

What?

You see, I wasn’t exactly a one-night-stand kind of girl.

Greg was the only guy I’d ever slept with, and even then we’d been going steady for over six months before we finally took things all the way. 

Sure, I was grown up enough to know that one night didn’t make Blake my boyfriend. But what did it make me?

Don’t overthink this, Jessica, that strong, persuasive voice inside me said.

Just enjoy it.

Let yourself go and forget the consequences ...

And I knew, like so many times in the past, that the voice was right. After all, it had got me here, to the penthouse suite of The Grange, and that wasn’t bad for a small town girl from Glenbrook Falls, now was it?

I pushed myself confidently to my feet, taking a final long look at myself in the huge oval mirror, registering with surprise that my make up was still pretty much intact, that my hair wasn’t too rumpled, it actually looked kind of ... sexy a little bit messy, and that, yeah, I was still looking rather collected, all things considered ...

§

“Everything okay?” Blake asked from his lazy sprawl on the bed, a few moments later.

I felt my eyes travel hungrily over his perfect body, his sculpted chest, his muscular thighs, his six-pack abs, to the prominent bulge in his white cotton briefs, and I felt a powerful lurch of desire, wanting nothing more in that moment than to give him the same kind of pleasure he’d just given me.

Now it’s my turn ... 

“Everything’s fine,” I said with a smile, slinking towards the bed, feeling the fabric of my dress swishing against my bare ass, as I crawled onto the bed and over Blake, breathing in the soft yet heady musk of his skin, letting my hungry lips touch against him, my tongue first flicking over one of his rock-hard little nipples, before trailing my kisses slowly downwards, down towards my prize ...

I nuzzled him first through the cotton of his boxers, enjoying his soft murmurs of pleasure as I teased him, my fingers gently massaging his hot firmness through the tight white fabric before I could take it no more.

I tugged his shorts down, just as fast and eagerly as he’d torn off my panties, my eyes darting once more between his parted legs, feeling my stomach flash with excitement when I registered just how big he was down there.

Like the rest of him, Blake’s cock was perfect. Pink and smooth with just the slightest curve, his shaved balls so silky to the touch, his manhood twitching a little in expectation as I ran my eager tongue, slowly and sensuously, all along its length.

I felt him tense a little as I teased the velvety head of his cock with soft kisses, before taking him fully in my mouth, eliciting a pleasurable gasp as I sucked on him, at the same time working my hand up and down his shaft and kneading his balls, first softly and slowly, but then increasing in intensity, just like he’d done to me.

I felt his breathing grow shallow as he swelled in my mouth, and I wondered for a moment if this was how he might come. But as if in answer to my thoughts, I felt him softly pull me upwards, leaving him wet and glistening, my tingling little nipples grazing his chest as he pulled my face towards his for a long and hungry kiss.

As our bodies writhed, I could feel his hardness between my legs, and I wanted him so badly, wishing I could just reach down and guide him inside me, knowing I was so wet and ready for him, yet at the same time worried that soon I’d have to bring up that awkward issue of ‘protection’.

But luckily, Blake must have been having exactly the same thoughts. He pulled away from our kiss for a moment, leaning over towards the night table, pulling open one of the draws to access a package of condoms.

But wait.

How did those get there?

Surely The Grange doesn’t provide them in every room?

He must have been hoping for this just as much as me ...

I felt him turn back towards me, lifting himself up on top of me, his mouth kissing my neck, his fingers moving for a moment between my legs, slipping so easily inside me.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Jessica,” he murmured, and I kissed him hard in response, my moans muffled as I felt him guide himself inside me, his thickness stretching me wide open, wider than I’d ever experienced before, fresh shivers of pleasure flashing through me with each soft motion of his hips as he pushed more and more of himself inside me.

I suspected I was tighter than he was used to, too, and I gasped, grabbing his muscular buttocks, urging him to fuck me, harder, faster, wanting finally to feel what I’d been fantasizing about for so long: wanting Blake Matthews to plunder his pleasure from my willing body.

His motions grew faster, his cock plunging deep inside me, his hips bucking as he fucked me, and as he did so, I could feel my second orgasm quickly approaching, even more full-on than the first.

“Oh Blake, that’s it,” I gasped, the final words I was able to form before the first shivers hit, my nails digging into his back as I spasmed and quivered, throwing my legs tight around him, my whole body consumed by the force of my orgasm, once more dashing me into a million electric pieces.

This must have sent Blake over the edge, because with a final deep groan, he pushed himself deep inside me, his whole body tensing, his muscular frame trembling as I felt his thick cock twitch and pulse deep within me.

We stayed like that afterwards for I don’t know how long, our hot wet bodies tangled together above the covers, our breath shivering, our hands lazily tracing over each other’s tingling skin, our mouths occasionally meeting in soft, sensual kisses.

And it must have been how we fell asleep, too ...