Sexual Healin': A BWWM Billionaire Romance (7 page)

"Well, my wife doesn't seem to mind it, but I don't like it, and I am so glad that I have you to change it for me so I don't have to live like that." He kissed her once more and then they went out to the cabin and buckled themselves in for the landing. The plane brought them back down to earth again, landing them on an island that was surrounded by white sandy beaches and pristine blue water, covered in green foliage everywhere and filled with quaint old houses and dozens of little shops and cafes.

They walked together through the little town, on cobblestone streets lined with old Victorian buildings and tall trees canopied together to make a shady promenade for them. They wandered through the little shops, sampling sweets and cheeses, stopping for coffee, admiring little items for sale, and enjoying the wonderful quality of each other's company as they walked hand in hand through it all.

"It's a little warm today!" Brandy said as she looked around them, feeling the heat and fanning herself a moment.

He looked around and nodded. "It is warm. Let's get some ice cream; I know a great little place on the next street over." He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, walking with her down the small side street to the next one. 

They turned the corner and found the humble little ice cream parlor with pretty scrolled chairs and little cafe tables out in front of it, and a striped canopy over the front window and door. Sweet light music was playing and together they walked in and ordered their ice creams, and then went back outside to sit under the umbrellas on the tables and enjoy their treats.

Nearly done with them, Kyle smiled at her and laughed a little. "You've got lemon ice cream on your lips. Come here. Let me help you with that." He leaned forward and with the tip of his tongue, carefully licked it from her, and then he leaned back and kissed her softly and sensually, the heat in their bodies growing warmer than the air around them. He slid his hands around her and pulled her close to him, rubbing her body and squeezing her with his fingertips as she slid her hands up his thighs.

"Brandy, I think we should go back to the house for a little while. Then we can wander around again later, after it's cooled off and I've had some more of you,” he whispered to her in a husky voice.

She breathed thickly and nodded with a smile. "I think that sounds like a great-"

"Kyle? Kyle Jamison?" a high pitched and thin sounding voice called out, and Kyle and Brandy turned suddenly and looked up at a slender woman with dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail behind her head. She was wearing a short little dress and carried a big expensive bag on her shoulder.

Kyle was quiet a moment and then smiled slightly and nodded at her. "Candice, how are you?" he asked disinterestedly.

She smiled and shrugged. "I'm great. I'm just out here for the weekend with some of my friends... and you? Where's Veronica?" she asked, looking pointedly at Brandy, narrowing her eyes.

"I'm not sure where she is,” he answered. "I'm showing an old friend around the island today. We're actually just leaving. Would you like this table?" He stood up and held out the chair he'd been sitting in. "No, we're headed to a tennis match in just a little bit." The woman’s eyes stayed on Brandy a few moments longer, and then she walked over to Kyle and touched his hard stomach, leaning in close to him, but not so close that she couldn't be overheard by Brandy.

"You know, Kyle, I thought you and Veronica were monogamous, but if you're looking for a little more... excitement and fun, you can call me anytime. I'd love to play with you." She gave him a seductive smile and a wink and then turned around to walk off, with a little wave of her fingers before she disappeared.

Kyle sighed and took Brandy by the hand, walking with her to their rented car.

Once they were in it and heading to the house, Brandy looked at Kyle, but he didn't say anything, he only looked out of the window the whole time. They reached the house and walked into it together in silence. But once they were inside, Brandy was shocked. There were flowers of different colors and varieties all over the home.

She walked to the first vase of flowers and breathed in their glorious scent, and then the second vase, and then the third, and then she turned and looked at Kyle in amazement.

"Where did these come from?" she asked with a huge smile on her face, turning to see nearly every surface in the house covered with vases of flowers.

He smiled at her and leaned against the wall, watching her enjoy them.

"I had them delivered while we were out today,” he said lightly.

She turned to smell more of them and then came back to him, overflowing with happiness. "I love them! Thank you so much!" she breathed happily.

He stood against the wall, staring at her with serious eyes and a small smile. His almost haunted look made her stomach tighten, and she leaned up to him and kissed him slowly.

With a moan, he pulled her tightly to him and then lifted her into his arms and walked her back to their massive bedroom overlooking the water. She gasped when she saw a thin layer of red rose petals laid out over the bed. He lowered her onto it and peeled her clothes from her, touching her and running his hand over her skin appreciatively.

"You are so beautiful," he told her. "Your skin shines like dark satin. I love it. I can't get enough of it,” he said quietly as he looked into her eyes. He pulled the last of the clothing from them and laid her back against the cool flower petals, kissing her hungrily as his hands fondled her body and made her moan with need and hunger for him.

In moments, he had her thighs spread open and he pushed himself inside of her, moving slowly as he took his time with her, pleasing her and enjoying every moment of it.

He rolled over and pulled her on top of him, his hands canvassing her breasts as she rode him, sending him all the way into the depths of her, her body moving against his until they both came and held each other close in the sweet moments of ecstasy afterward.

"I love you,” she said softly, looking up at him and not knowing why she told him. Her heart had gone so far over the edge with him that there was no turning back, and no good reason not to share her feelings for him.

He stared at her with a surprised expression, silent, his eyes taking her in. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his softly, moving her mouth over his and touching her fingertips to his cheek.

She wanted to tell him again. "I love you." She whispered against his lips, and again he just watched her, his hands still on her body as she began to move over him, kissing him and licking at his body, turning him back on again.

As the minutes passed and she made her way over all of him with her tongue and her lips, repeating it over and over to him, telling him that she loved him. He watched her, until she slid his erection down her throat and he closed his eyes and let his head fall back into the pillows. Moments later, she was riding him again, hard and wild and his hands gripped her tightly as he helped move her body over his hips.

When she came again, and then he followed her in his own orgasm, she fell onto him and kissed him deeply once more. "I love you,” she said, and he rolled her off of him, kissed her, and went to shower.

It was in the moment that he left her, that she realized that she had just taken things too far. He hadn't said it back. He had been kind, and he had loved her just as passionately as he always did, but he did not say it back. He walked back into the room after his shower and reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a stack of bills, he laid in on the nightstand beside her, and then pulled his clothes on and walked out of the room.

She saw him through the window a while later, walking alone on the beach, and she watched him, and then looked back at the cash on the nightstand.

She was paid pleasure. That's all she was. There was not supposed to be any emotion between them. Nothing but pleasure, fun, and laughter. No real emotion, no depth of feeling. No love. Just sex and a good time.

Brandy felt down about it the rest of the day, but later that night when she had on her slinky little dress and they were out dancing, he could not keep his hands off her. So many times, she felt his fingers in between her thighs or through the low cut sides of her dress as he touched and played with her nipples, just for the briefest moments when no one was looking.

Three times that night while they were out, he found a dark corner and pulled her into it, entering her from behind her as they secretly joined their bodies just out of sight of others passing them by.

He made her breakfast and brought it to her in bed on Sunday morning. He kissed her and let her eat before he moved the trays and laid her back on the bed, thrusting himself into her anxiously, moving swift and hard in her and clenching his hands firmly on her body until they both came and he was weak with release.

That afternoon, they headed back to his jet and she looked out of the window of the car with an unreadable expression.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked curiously, watching her. "Did you have a nice weekend?"

She turned to him, smiling and nodding. "I did have a nice weekend. It was one of the best I've ever had, just like you said. I loved it. Thank you so much,” she answered him. He pulled up to the plane and got out of the car, walking to her and taking her in his arms, his hand holding her close.

"I had a great weekend, too. Thank you so much,” he told her, kissing her gently.

"I love you." She looked up at him and he nodded a little, and then turned and walked up into the airplane.

When they got back to New York, he was in the car with her looking more and more miserable.

"I don't want to take you back, but magic moments have an end." His frown turned into a light smile. "Still, it was one of the best weekends ever.”

She felt his sorrow and moved to him, sliding her legs over his lap, facing him as she leaned down to kiss him. "It's not over yet," she whispered as she lowered her hand to his crotch and pulled his pants open, stroking him until he was hard and panting, and then she slid him into her and rode him hard until they both came.

She kissed him just as hard, and when it was done, she looked in his eyes and said once more, "I love you." Then she moved off him, and he watched her. The car pulled up to her home and he kissed her before she left, thanking her for the hot weekend, and then she was gone.

He got back into the car and wondered as he was whisked home, how he was going to deal with her. She had told him countless times that she loved him. He had hired her to be his lover, not to fall in love with him. He was certain that this might lead to problems he had not counted on, and problems that he didn't need.

When he got home, Veronica wasn't there, and he went straight to his room and to bed, exhausted and happy, and a little concerned for the development between him and Brandy.

The next day at his office, he was sitting at his desk working when his secretary buzzed him, telling him he had a guest. He hadn't been expecting anyone, so he was surprised by it.

The door opened and Candice walked in wearing a trench coat that was buttoned up. He looked at her in surprise.

"Candice, what are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you on the island this weekend, but this is a big surprise. Is there something I can do for you?" he asked in confusion.

Candice wasn't one of his friends. He knew her because she was a friend of Veronica's, but the two of them had only ever had casual conversations at social events, and neither one of them had ever really gotten to know one another.

She smiled widely at him and walked around his desk to the side of his chair, leaning on his desk and looking down at him.

"You know, it was so good to see you on the island this last weekend, that I thought to myself, we don't see each other often enough." She ran a hand through her dark shiny hair and laid it back over her shoulder.

"I don't think this is a good time to get to know each other. Perhaps you could arrange a visit with Veronica and then you two can let me know when we'll meet,”  he said, leaning back in his chair and giving her a serious look.