Farewell to Lust (Falling for the Billionaire #3) (2 page)

As she adjusted herself in her
seat, her ass started to sting a little, a reminder of just how free Bradley
had made her. 

She smiled and wished the driver
would drive faster.

When the limo turned down Anderson Street, the street that held HB-Ley’s main office, Becky found herself sliding to
the right side of the limo, her face pressed against the blackened windows,
seeing the darkened world outside.  Her heart started to jump in her chest,
pumping hard and fast, thinking about Bradley’s powerful sexual command.  The
way he looked naked.  The size of him.  The way he touched her.  The way he
handled her.  The way his hands were always on the move, always pleasing – even
his fingertips.  The way he could snap at a moments notice and turn from a
gentle love making feeling to a hard thrusting
fuck
. 

Becky moaned and her legs started
to bounce.  She told herself she would need to control herself when she saw
Bradley.  She would need to express her thoughts about last night, force him to
hear her and force him to let her have control, even for just a minute.

But as she thought about him, the
way he stripped her dress off last night, the way his eager tongue cut between
her legs…

No, she would need him first.

In case it wasn’t meant to be.

In case fate did show up but in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

The first thing Becky needed was
Bradley to have her.  To hold her.  To make love to her.  To fuck her.

The building came into view and Becky
quickly noticed the limo wasn’t slowing down.  The limo didn’t slow down and
soon the building appeared and was gone.  In all of two seconds, it was gone,
and the limo continued to drive.

“Hey,” Becky said.  “No.  No, no,
no…”

She moved from the seat and made
her way to the dividing window.  She knocked on the completely blacked out
window but the driver didn’t respond.

“Hey!” she cried out.  “Put this
down!  Now!”

Nothing.

The limo continued it’s journey to…

“Open this!  I command you!  On
Bradley’s behalf, I command you!”

No response, no movement, nothing.

Her body, just a minute ago had
been filled with erotic thoughts and her own passionate needs.  Now it was
replaced with her nerves starting to shake, her mouth running dry, and a sense
of regret already building. 

All she wanted was Bradley, one
more time, one last time, whatever it was.

She didn’t want another adventure.

But Becky was under his control and
command.  He was the billionaire and she was his.  His say, his rules, his
games, they were all more important than anything she wanted.

Becky succumbed to the limo ride
finally and returned back to her original position. 

All she could do was wait.

To her left, a small refrigerator
had bottles of water and a small bottle of scotch.  The scotch looked tempting
for a few seconds but she didn’t want to turn into a blubbering drunk in front
of Bradley.

When the limo came to a halt, Becky
waited for the driver to open the door. 

He did and put his hand out for
her.  She took it and slid from the vehicle.  At the very last second, she
looked at the hand holding her and at first she wasn’t sure why she did so. 
Then her body forced her mind to make the connection.  She knew that touch and
she knew that hand.

By the time Becky was out of the
limo and standing next to him, she realized who had opened the door for her.

Bradley.

5.

“G
ood
morning, dear Becky.”

The words could have been most
romantic thing ever spoken. 

Becky opened her mouth but nothing
came out. 

“Are you going to fall again?”

Becky shook her head.

She knew what Bradley meant; when
she fell right before the Halloween party.  But Becky didn’t need to fall
again, she had already fallen for the billionaire the moment the elevator doors
opened that morning of her first day of work and she saw him for the first
time.

“Good, good.  I’m glad you’re
here.  I feel we left last night… open.  I don’t like leaving meetings open.”

“Do you realize what you…”  Becky
couldn’t say it.  She wanted to but couldn’t.  “I had to go home alone.”

“You were never alone,” Bradley
said.  He placed a hand to her cheek and looked into her eyes.  Becky saw all
the sexy features she loved, but she still saw that empty stare, a stare that
told her he was already working on his next deal.  But he still had her, right
in that moment, she was his.  “I’m always with you.”

“Why do you say things like that?” 
Becky’s bottom lip started to quiver.  She didn’t want to cry in front of
Bradley but her body felt as though it was out of time and ability to control
itself.

“Because things like that are
true,” Bradley responded with confidence.  “You walked away and I made phone
calls.  The cab that took you home was one of my company’s drivers.”

“But it was a cab…”

“Of course it was.  I use a cab
sometimes to blend in.  A private cab, if you look at it that way.  And I made
sure someone confirmed with me that you were inside your apartment, sleeping
and safe.”

“Did they see me sleeping?”

Bradley smiled.  “Of course not. 
That would be intrusive.”  He moved down towards Becky, their noses touching
for a brief moment and then in typical Bradley fashion, his lips were tickling
Becky’s ear.  “I wouldn’t want anyone besides me to see how you sleep… that
dress couldn’t have been comfortable to sleep in…”

Becky’s cheeks reddened.  She
couldn’t even lie if she had one to tell, her face would have given her away.

“Please, let’s go inside, it’s
freezing out here,” Bradley said.  His hand was wrapped tight around Becky’s
waist and he walked.  “Feels more like January right now.”

“Seasons change,” Becky whispered. 
She watched as her breath scattered out in front of her and then dissipated.

“Yes, they do,” Bradley said.

The rest of the walk up to the
luxury apartment building was silent.  A man opened the door for them and the
building had the same aura as HB-Ley.  The open floor design, the hints of
gold, the way it shined and smelled.  It didn’t have the cozy feeling of a
place to live.  It had the portraying feeling of wealth and power.

Becky had never been in a luxury
apartment, so she wasn’t sure what it was supposed to look like.

“This looks like…”

“I own the building,” Bradley said,
“that’s why.”

He took Becky to the elevator and
it gave her chills because the elevators were in the same spot as the office
and the elevators themselves were the exact same.  The only slight difference
was when the elevator stopped at the eighth floor, the top floor of the
apartment building, they didn’t get off straight into Bradley’s apartment. 
They had to exit the elevator and walk left to the corner apartment. 

But when he opened the door, Becky’s
jaw dropped.

The apartment was the exact same as
Bradley’s office… with a few minor changes.  The biggest being a large bed with
tall bedposts and black silk sheets and pillows all across it.  The bed was
next to the fireplace and everything else about the apartment was close to the
same.  The large window on the side wall wasn’t quite as big as the window in
Bradley’s office, but still, the resemblance was amazing.

“This is my working apartment,”
Bradley said.  “Keeps me close to work even when I’m not at work.”

Becky had seen one of Bradley’s
other apartments, away from the city.  This was the first time seeing his
working
apartment
.  The awe of the apartment disappeared because Becky then
realized that if he brought her here, it was meant for work.

Nothing else but work.

Becky walked to the window.  She
wished she had wings to fly.  When Bradley walked up behind her and placed a
hand on her shoulder and a hand at her hip, she did feel like she was flying.

She closed her eyes and moaned.

“You were amazing last night,”
Bradley whispered.  “I understand your pain towards me right now but just know,
you were amazing…”

“Because I helped close your deal?”

“Not only that.  Oh Becky, your
taste has lingered in my mouth, my mind, even my heart all night.  I could
barely sleep, wishing you were with me.”

“Why didn’t you command me to come
back?”

“Because I care.”

The words, coming from Bradley,
were as impactful as him saying
I love you
. 

“I care about you Becky,” Bradley
said.  “I can’t believe I’d say that to a woman, a woman who was supposed to
work for me.  When you left, I felt different.  Lost.”  Bradley backed up and
spun Becky around.  “I felt unsatisfied.  I don’t like feeling that way.”

Becky stared into Bradley’s eyes. 

It was her chance, her opportunity,
perhaps her last moment to take advantage of her life and these moments.

She put her hands to his chest,
pressing to feel his hard muscle. 

“Why don’t we get you satisfied
then?” Becky asked.

6.

B
ecky
pushed away from Bradley and backed up until she hit the wall.  She then went
for her sweater, lifting it up over her head, cutting straight to the chase. 
No need to waste any time talking or thinking about things.  She wanted to lose
herself in lust and in Bradley’s commanding arms.  His satisfaction was now the
only thing she cared about. 

She threw her sweater at Bradley. 
He caught it and brought it to his nose, groaning at the sweet smell of Becky. 
She was already unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling her hips, pushing them
down.  At her knees, she stopped and looked up to Bradley, knowing that her
breasts were flooding from her bra.  She could feel her nipples at the top of
her bra

“Beautiful,” Bradley said.

His eyes looked lost and confused.

Becky stood back up and stepped
from her jeans.  Her fingers ran along her legs and up, her fingertips running
along the lines of her panties, around the bottom and then the top.  She
slipped one of her hands into her panties, going straight down to her soft
slit, her middle finger not stopping until she felt wetness.  She moaned and
took her hand away. 

She removed her bra before her
panties, and then she stood before Bradley fully naked.  She touched her chest,
cupped her breasts, and let her fingers graze by her smooth skin, and then
stood there, arms at her sides, waiting for Bradley’s command.

“Come here,” he said.

His hands touched her arms and then
around to her back.  He pulled her in for a tight embrace that last only a few
seconds before he started to kiss her.  Starting at her neck, the tip of his
tongue was like a razor, moving across her neck and back.  The second time
across, he came up, moving over her chin and finally to her lips.  Becky closed
her mouth on his tongue and hurried to engage in a kiss.  Bradley slid one of
his hands up to the back of Becky’s head and he held her, taking over the
kiss.  His tongue was in control and Becky followed his lead.  There was
something very hot about being naked, having Bradley fully clothed, and just
kissing.

The kiss lasted a minute or so
before Bradley broke the kiss, took a step back, and began to kiss down her
body.  He made it to her chest, one of his hands cupping one of her breasts,
his tongue leading down to her erect nipple.  He flicked her, ran his teeth
along her sensitive skin, and then kissed her nipple. 

She moaned as he groaned and a
second later, the switch was flipped in Bradley’s mind as he pulled Becky close
and lifted her. 

Becky let out a cry as Bradley
hurried her to the bed.  She wrapped her bare legs around him and started to
grind herself, wanting him to feel her warmth and wetness.  She could help him,
satisfy him, give him everything he wanted and needed.

He dropped her to the bed and
climbed on the bed, picking up right where he left off.  Wearing a buttoned
down shirt and a tie, Bradley’s tie touched Becky’s stomach, tickling her.  She
started to breath heavily, fighting the urge to giggle as the ticklish feeling
started to mix with the pleasure as Bradley’s tongue switched between her
breasts. 

She didn’t just kiss her, he tasted
her.

His licks were deep and flat and,
slowly, he started to move down on Becky again.  His hands went for her
breasts, holding them in his strong hands as he got to his knees between her
legs again.  Becky opened her legs and brought her feet to the bed.  She had
never been so exposed and open for a man before, and not just in a physical
sense. 

Bradley was as aggressive as the
night before, his tongue going straight to work.  The tip of his tongue began
at her smooth skin and came down, the first stop pleasuring her sensitive
clitoris.  He rolled his tongue along it, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. 
The constant change made the pleasure intensify within Becky. 

He focused on her clitoris, leaving
the rest of Becky’s slit aching for his tongue.  She began to thrust at him,
her hands clawing at the silky sheets.  Her heels were planted on the bed and
she lifted herself. 

Bradley refused to move, staying at
her most sensitive spot between her legs.  As his licks grew faster and his
tongue pressed harder, Becky realized that he was going to make her climax with
his mouth.  She started to lose herself into her body and Bradley’s flicking
tongue.  She could feel the deep pleasure mounting and as she rocked her hips
up and down, trying to go with Bradley’s motion, she felt herself reaching
climax.  Bradley was so eager to taste Becky, his lips kissing her sweet
tasting skin, his tongue cutting everywhere all the time, non-stop, it left
Becky with her back arched, her eyes closed, and her body starting to shake.