Filthy Rich: The Billionaire's Baby (A Bad Boy Romance) (4 page)

Naked and wet, I stepped out of the shower and walked towards the bathroom mirror and stared at my blurred reflection. TJ’s words bounced around in my head: the taunts and the put-downs and the bile.

Boys like him hide behind a fake smile. Using sweetness to mask their insecurity. Every girl wants to be wanted, but by someone worth the effort of a relationship. TJ beat me up, but the scars healed. All but the one on my face. And make-up covers that.

I reach out and wipe the mirror until I can see my face clearly. There’s none of that in Louis. He had me in the alleyway. He could’ve had me and had me and had me again. But he didn’t. He told me the truth and laid it all out there. It was a little crazy, but honest crazy: good crazy.

He went to his office as I wrote and he went to his bedroom before I jumped in the shower to wash off the bad day.

I know how I want this day to end; no maybe about it.

Plush cotton towels sit on the counter. I’d probably need to skip a couple months rent to afford just one of them. It’s soft and comforting and big enough to cover my naked body. I don’t want to hide anything from Louis. I want him to see me. Every inch. He’s already seen more than most, but I want him to see the rest.

I dry my hair with the towel before dropping it to the floor. ZHis apartment is beautiful. A penthouse suite on the good side of town. I’m not sure where exactly, I was too busy crying in the back of his limo to enjoy the ride.

The living room is gorgeous. Magazine gorgeous. I march towards the large cream cabriole sofa and smile when I notice the footprints on the new-looking Persian rug.

I wrote down everything I could think of. Where he used to live and where he used to hang out. My lips curled, and I chuckled when I noticed some of the notes in the margin of the page.

Small dick.

Bad in bed.

It probably won’t help Louis find him, but it certainly made me feel better. I picked up the paper and walked to the end of the hall, stopping just in front of his door.

Can I really do this? Can I marry a man I barely know? Carry his child?

Earlier, when we were in the alley, it felt like a business proposal and an insult. But that wasn’t a sterile hug that Louis greeted me with. There’s no fakeness in Louis. I’m sure he has his secrets—what man doesn’t—but there is an honesty to him that is rare in the era of Twitter and Facebook and Instagram.

My knuckles dance along the expensive oak of his bedroom door, and I push it open when he whispers
come in.

He sits up on the bed and stares at my naked breasts. His gaze drags up and down my body. Want and need and desire is etched on his face. The thin sheets on his lap started to twitch and grow.

Louis leaned over and reached for the top shelf of his nightstand. His eyes were locked on me the entire time. It took him a couple of tries, but he managed it eventually.

“What’s that?” I asked as hand reappeared with a flickering square of foil.

“You know what it is.” He smiled.

The light from the hall hit my back and cast a shadow over the bed I kicked the bedroom door with my heel until I heard it slam.

“And what’s that?” He asked as I neared the bed.

I took the paper in my teeth as I placed the palms of my hands on the end of the bed. Crawling forward, I dragged my naked body along Louis’s massive frame: close enough to touch but not near enough to have.

“His name. Old address. Everything you asked for.”

Louis grabbed the paper and chuckled.

“Eyes: urinal-cake blue. Hair: dingleberry brown. Penis: Small. Well, Allie, he can run, but he can’t hide.”

We smiled.

Louis took the paper and placed it in what I can only assume is his condom drawer before slamming it shut.

“And this?” I asked, taking the condom from his hand.

Leaning back, I rest my ass against his crotch and bit my lip as I felt his cock harden.

“I sat on a stool all week thinking about how I’d pop the question, and I ended up doing it in a piss-soaked alley, Allie.” His boyish smile beamed at the play on words. “But you’re better than that. You’re worth more than that. I see that, and, until you see what I see right now, we’re going to use protection.”

His words shake me.

“What if I’m never ready? What if a girlfriend is all I can ever be?”

“Then a boyfriend is all I’ll be.”

He hooked his arms around the back of my knees and rolled me over in the bed. The sheets spun with us and fell to the floor.

His body looks so much better without the suit; an improvement on perfect. His muscles are hard and toned and flawlessly proportioned: Louis Kingsley doesn’t skip leg day. The muscles of his broad chest pull as his hands explore my legs. I place my hand on his navel and glide my finger along the black ink on his chest.

“You don’t seem the religious type,” I whisper as I inspect his tattoos.

“I’m not,” he whispers as his lips dip towards mine “I just thought they looked cool.”

The kiss is deep and passionate. His tongue pushes into my mouth and twirls around mine. A hand moves from my thigh to my hip to my breast. His large finger circles my nipple before gliding towards my neck.

Our eyes lock as he gently grips my throat. A single finger crawls along my face before stopping at the base of my scar.

“Please, don’t” I whisper with a little shame.

He rubs the mark gently before moving in and kissing my cheek. My cheeks flame from the mixture of want and excitement. I glance down his body until I find his cock; which is at least nine inches long (judging by the impressive shadow it’s casting on the bed) and thicker than thick.

The mere thought of him stretching me sends a wave of heat through my body: from the now-clean soles of my feet to my still-damp hair. I writhe and moan on the bed as I silently beg for his cock, but Louis has other ideas.

His lips find my neck again. I smile as the hairs of his beard tickle my skin. I take a handful of his ash-blond hair and wrap it around my fingers.

He continues to move.

He reaches my collar bone. Louis’s lips part and he licks my fresh skin.

“You taste so good,” He whispered, “I can’t wait to try more.”

He slinked down my body, and his mouth opened again when he reached my nipple. His body rests on mine and pins me to the bed. It’s impossible to escape his size, and I don’t plan on going anywhere.

He takes my nipple in his mouth, and, even without the brisk New York breeze, it hardens to a point. My head tilts back, and a moan pours from my lips. I try to say more, but
Mhhmmhmmm
is all I can manage.

Louis bites me softly, hard enough to feel but soft enough that it doesn’t hurt. I wriggle with pleasure until my legs are free from the weight of his torso. I wrap around him and link my feet together gently.

His hands travel my body. From my neck to my navel. A finger moves past my chin and presses against my lips. I accept it without a second thought. I suck on the tip of his finger as if it were the head of his cock.

Slick and wet, he pulls his finger from my mouth and presses it against the tight, freshly-shaven hairs down south.

I’m sure Louis won’t mind that I borrowed a razor.

I want to say
Fuck me. Finger me. Lick me.
But, once again,
Mhhmmhmmm
is all that I can muster.

He draws an eight on my smooth skin as he continues to lick and flick and bite my nipple. Soon, his finger is pressed against my mound.

There’s no point trying to speak. Words are lost is Louis Kingsley’s bed. The man doesn’t need directions.

I close my eyes and curl my lip as I wait for him to enter me, and I didn’t need to wait long.

I grind against his finger, but my hips stop moving when I feel him inside of me. His mouth moves from my nipple, and his head turns. I look to him, and he looks to me.

Our necks snap towards his wondering finger at the same time.

His finger slides in slowly. We watch together. He groans when he feels my heat and my wetness. The slurping sound makes him smile.

Eyes can lie, but bodies cannot. You can’t fake that kind of desire: that warmth. His finger glides in and out, and he’s quickly gathering pace. Soon I feel another finger begging entry.

Yes, please.

His two beefy fingers are thicker than the only cock I’ve ever taken, and they can reach places that TJ couldn’t find with a map and a guide. The thought makes me smile, and I think to share my joke, but it would only come out muffled.

“You’re so wet,” Louis whispers as he moves down my body.

His fingers retreat and I scoot down to find them again. I open my eyes just as he rests his beard on my freshly shaven area.

Our eyes are locked. We’re talking without speaking, but his lips are moving. His ash-blond beard drags along my skin as he lowers his now open lips towards my mound. I tilt my head, but my neck tightens when I hear his sharp words.

“Not going to watch?”

I’ve always been a lights-out-and-under-the-covers kind of girl. Then again, I’ve never been with a man worth watching. I smile as our eyes meet again. Louis grins right back before jumping from the bed.

Louis walks towards the back of the room. His suit, the blue Italian-cut wool two-piece that he wore in the bar, is draped across the back of a chair.

Now that’s an ass.

I didn’t know men could have a great ass. It’s muscular and tight and apple-shaped. I wouldn’t mind biting into that.

He turns around and marches towards the bed. His massive cock sways with each step, and I only look away when I notice the tie in his hand. 

Louis climbs up my body until his knees are underneath my armpits. His wide nine-inches hover just above my face. A thick, throbbing vein runs underneath and beats with excitement. I stick out my tongue, but he pulls it away before I can sneak a taste.

“No, not yet.” He said mischievously.

I look to the tie and smile. I raise my hands above my head as I stare up at Louis Kingsley; only his nine inches and a whole lot of desire between us. He gently bounds my hands to the silver headboard, and I don’t even try to hide my excitement.

Gripping his cock at the base of his shaft, Louis presses the swollen head of his dick against my forehead and whispers:
stick out your tongue.

No marks for guessing what I did next.

He dragged his cock down my forehead, over my nose, and stopped at my lips. I tasted him the entire journey. I opened my mouth until my jaw locked and Louis pushed inside, gently stroking the length of his shaft as I suckled on the tip.

I sucked and sucked and sucked for not nearly long enough. Louis pulled his cock from my mouth and smiled as he felt the slickness of his head.

Louis reached across the bed and picked up the condom that he took from the drawer.

The heat from my face travels down through my body before settling in my core as I watch him roll the latex over the throbbing head of his cock.

Louis slithered down my body. Teasing me. A taste of my own medicine.

His chin rested on my mound. The soles of my feet are resting on the bed, and my knees are stretched as far as my non-double-jointed body will allow.