Tempted (The Dark Billionaire, #5) (2 page)

“He looks very sure of himself and confident. Apparently, he’s also competent so I guess it’s worth trying,” Jennifer said.

“He’s the best,” Victoria insisted. “Mr. Wilson, your decision?”

Bruce kept silent for a moment and looked at Jennifer. She couldn’t really say if it was a good idea or not, but they had to try something. Bruce needed more capital and a good trader could help him get what he wanted. At least, Jennifer felt grateful; Bruce wanted to know her opinion and she felt valued and appreciated.

“Go ahead, Bruce,” she said, nodding. “It’s your company. Do what you think is best.”

“I think we can trust Doyle Brothers to help me recover,” Bruce said. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m nobody to tell you what to do, Bruce. I don’t feel at ease with all these financial terms.”

“The technical aspect is our job,” Victoria said. “Don’t worry about it. All you have to decide is whether or not you want to do business with us.”

Jennifer glanced at Bruce but said nothing.

“You were right about Kenichi and I didn’t want to listen,” Bruce said. “I’ve learned from my mistakes. Your opinion matters to me.”

“All right,” Jennifer said. “I think we can trust them. Go for it, baby.”

Bruce turned to Victoria who was extending her hand with a large smile.

“Deal,” Bruce said. “A hundred million to get started.”

“And many more to come,” Victoria said, shaking Bruce’s hand. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.”

L
ater that day, Jennifer went home alone. Bruce had more work to do and had to stay at the office. They had agreed to meet at the mansion where Jennifer would spend the night. The whole team of security men was finally gone; Bruce didn’t judge necessary to have them around anymore and Jennifer felt much more comfortable spending time over there again. At last, they could have their
privacy
- even though there wasn’t such a thing as privacy in Bruce’s mansion with all his staff, but at least none of them were carrying handguns and sunglasses.

Jennifer had work to do as well. She still needed to cook more and more to regain her full confidence and create her own dishes. For the last two months, her main focus had been to follow other people’s recipes. Now was the time to shift gear and go to the next level. She had to think outside the box and become creative again.

After her fiasco with Bruce’s team of lawyers and accountants, Jennifer had decided to donate her food to local charities. There was no way she could eat everything by herself and even though homeless or struggling people would never criticize her food objectively, she was doing something good. At least, it made her feel better about herself despite the lack of feedback.

Jennifer hadn’t heard much about Enzo. She had decided to cut him out of her life after Bruce’s proposal. Enzo had insisted several times to meet her, reminding her that she had made a promise.

At first, Jennifer had felt guilty about it. She had made a promise that she wasn’t willing to keep anymore and couldn’t imagine how bad it made her look. Enzo probably hated her and she couldn’t blame him for it. She had been mean to him and had used him - and probably his feelings as well - to get what she wanted. It hadn’t been a selfish decision though: she had done everything for Bruce, not for herself.

The result of her actions had been received with lots of enthusiasm and gratitude by Bruce, who was finally willing to take her as his wife. Jennifer couldn’t trade that for anything in the world. If Enzo had to suffer in order to ensure her happiness with Bruce, she was willing to make the sacrifice. Her heart hadn’t hesitated one second. Enzo could no longer be part of her life and she had made it clear.

Since her last message, she hadn’t heard from him and started to wonder if he was still upset and hurt, or if he had moved on. From time to time, she still thought about that strange dream where both Bruce and Enzo were fucking her. More than once, she had succumbed to the temptation of touching herself, completely lost in a masturbation marathon. Now that she didn’t need to go out for work, she had plenty of time to take hot showers and fantasize about both Bruce and Enzo.

With time, the guilt she had felt at first about masturbating while thinking about Enzo was gone. Slowly and imperceptibly, she had allowed herself to push the limit further and further. Enzo had become a sort of obsession; a forbidden luxury that she couldn’t have and resented, yet that she craved and lusted for at the same time. He was the object of her wildest dreams and she started to wonder if she was missing something with him.

It was kind of weird. Jennifer was obviously thrilled and excited to become Bruce’s wife but somehow, there was a part of her that was scared. She was frightened by this new perspective: it was the unknown, a new adventure full of uncertainties and surprises. By accepting to be totally committed to Bruce, she was also accepting to turn her back on everyone else, including Enzo.

Jennifer had never thought about other men. In her mind, there was only Bruce. However, marriage came with a lot of responsibilities and serious consequences in case of a major disagreement. She wanted to be Mrs. Wilson, but she still wanted to be Ms. Stuart as well. She couldn’t quite explain the growing confusion and fear she was experiencing. She had always thought that being married was the ultimate achievement of any relationship, so why feeling so nervous and scared? What was she scared of?

It took her a while, but Jennifer realized that she was scared to lose her freedom. She wanted to be with Bruce but she didn’t want to belong to anyone. Her lack of progress in her business wasn’t helping: she definitely needed to have a way to provide for herself, no matter how much money Bruce had promised to give her. Her unstable situation was the source of many doubts and constant insecurity.

On top of that, her libido had seemed to go wild now that she had allowed Enzo to be part of her fantasies. Somewhere deep in her mind, she did want to know how it felt to be in Enzo’s arms, but it was an unspeakable thought that she didn’t dare to entertain more than a split second. The more she allowed him to be present in her mind, the more difficult it was to go back.

Now that she was going to get married, Jennifer realized that she had a problem: she had unfinished business with someone else. Enzo was a big problem. He could be a threat to her happiness with Bruce, even if he didn’t try to interfere. A fleeting thought came to her mind; what if Enzo was actually trying to interfere? How would she handle it?

She shook her head to get rid of that disturbing idea. Her imagination was really out of control. Enzo would not interfere: he wasn’t even aware that Jennifer was engaged and he lived thousands of miles away.

Jennifer took a shaky breath and closed her eyes. She was panicking; all these crazy ideas, her fears, her fantasies, her doubts, her hopes, her dreams - everything was flooding her mind and overwhelming her.

Stop... Stop!

It was late in the afternoon and Jennifer didn’t feel like working anymore. She didn’t want to stay home either. She was too tired and emotionally drained to workout. What could she do?

She decided to go out and simply walked around to clear her mind. She passed by a movie theater and remembered there was a movie she’d wanted to see for a while. It was a romantic comedy and she really wanted to watch it with Bruce. The movie had been out for a while but they had been so busy that they had completely forgotten about it. She took her cell-phone and called him to know whether he was available or not.

“Baby,” she said. “Are you going to finish late?”

“Not really,” he said. “I can be home in an hour and a half. Do you need anything?”

“Well actually, there’s this movie I wanted to watch for a while, do you remember?”

“The romantic comedy?”

“Yes, that one. It’s the last day they’ll play it, I think. It’s been out for a while now. Instead of meeting at the mansion, do you want to watch it with me?”

“Sure. What time?”

“Can you be here in an hour?”

“Humm... Yeah, okay.”

An hour later, Bruce joined Jennifer. They hadn’t gone to the movies for an eternity and it felt good to chill and relax after so much turmoil. It wasn’t crowded at all. The movie had been out for a while and most people had seen it already. Beside them, there were two other couples and a woman alone. Bruce and Jennifer were sitting at the back where nobody could see them.

After ten minutes, Jennifer felt a tingling feeling between her legs. She looked down and saw Bruce’s hand, his fingers rubbing her crotch in circles. She tried hard not to laugh, and looked at him.

“My God, what are you doing?” she said, with a huge smile.

“I had a rough day. I need to have fun,” he said with a grin.

Jennifer bit her lips and spread her knees, allowing him to caress her.

“You should remove your jeans,” Bruce whispered.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I can’t slip my hand inside.”

“No way, there’s too many people. Somebody can see us.”

“Too many people? There are five people and they’re all in front of us.”

“I know but this is too risky. I don’t want to have my butt naked in here.”

Bruce unzipped his pants and allowed his huge cock to spring free in the dark. Jennifer put her hands on her mouth and started laughing.

“Bruce, my God, what are you doing?”

“If you don’t want to do it, I’ll do it. Come on!”

“Jesus, you really want to do it now?”

“There’s a lonely woman over there. I’m pretty sure she’d be happy to play with my dick,” he said, grinning.

“Fine...”

Jennifer raised her arm and grabbed Bruce’s pole in her hand. She could feel the pulsating veins of his massive cock beating against her sweaty palm. She started to stroke his velvet skin and a burning feeling quickly grew inside her belly. After three minutes, she couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Bruce, let’s go,” she said.

“Go? Where?”

“Restrooms.”

They stood up together and discreetly left for the women’s restrooms. There was nobody inside and Jennifer led Bruce inside an empty stall. She locked it and Bruce crushed his lips against hers. A passionate and loud kiss followed. Bruce was panting and Jennifer was moaning. She had never done it in a public place. She unbuttoned her jeans and removed them completely. She faced the wall and arched her back, offering her naked ass to him. Bruce fell on his knees and buried his face inside her glistening crotch. He flicked his tongue between her swollen pussy lips, drinking her thick nectar and grabbing her firm ass cheeks.

“Aww... Mmm... Yeah baby...”

Jennifer felt weak and her knees started to shake with pleasure. Bruce’s mouth was deliciously caressing her pussy while his nose was rubbing her tight hole. She could feel the warmth of his breath inside her wet channel.

“I want you... Fuck me now...”

Bruce stood up and in one smooth move, he slid his cock, coated with his own pre-cum, deep inside her. The shock of the penetration made the stall shake and Jennifer screamed out loud. “Yeah!”

Bruce’s hips continued to rock vigorously, his balls clapping against her clit and his lower abs started to turn red from the repeated ramming. He took her arms behind her and Jennifer was now resting her face against the wall, trying to keep her balance on her toes. Her face was covered with her hair, mixed with sweat and make-up. He grabbed her head and pulled back, exposing her throat, still banging her hard. She was in heaven. She loved it when Bruce was so brutal and in beast mode.

“You like it? You like it when I fuck like that?” he said in her ear, licking her earlobe and breathing loudly.

“I love it when you fuck me like a bitch... Aw yeah!”

“You like to be my bitch? Huh?”

“Oh yeah, I love it when you talk dirty to me...”

“That’s because you deserve it,” he said, banging her so hard that they heard a crack in the wooden wall.

“Yeah, I’m your fucking bitch! Fuck me harder, harder!”

Bruce immediately followed her orders and gave her exactly what she wanted. He fucked her so hard that she climaxed and squirted. A clear liquid gushed from between her legs and dripped on the floor as she jerked and planted her nails on her ass, spreading her cheeks for him. Bruce slapped her booty and ejaculated deep inside her, his sperm mixing with her cream and her squirting fluids. Jennifer used her hand to rub her clit frantically and cummed a second time, releasing even more liquid on the floor.

They were both soaking wet and exhausted, but Bruce dropped to his knees again and licked her, sucking her pussy and drinking her delicious nectar.

“Oh my God,” she said, leaning against the inside of the stall when he was done. “It was incredible.” She cupped his face with her wet hands and kissed him. “You made me cum so hard!”

“I love to see you so horny. You’re so hot and beautiful.”

“I love to be horny for you, baby. Do you want me to suck you?”

“How about sucking me while we watch that movie?”

“You want to go back?”

“Yeah why not.”

“Humm... Okay, sounds fun. But I want you to make me cum one more time before. I feel that it’s still there.”

“How?”

“I want you to lick me.”

Bruce, once again, dropped to his knees and sucked Jennifer’s swollen clit, caressing her pussy with his slick tongue. With one hand, he inserted two fingers inside her satisfied channel and crooked them, reaching for her G-spot.

She felt the pressure of his fingertips against her spongy trigger and climaxed a third time, squirting in Bruce’s mouth. She looked down, panting, and saw him masturbating vigorously. She felt him scream against her pussy and saw his white cream propelled in the air like a rocket, then falling on the ground as he ejaculated.

“All right,” she said. “Let’s watch that movie now.”

A
fter the movie, Jennifer expected to go to the mansion with Bruce but he seemed to have other plans.

“Honey, I received a call on my way and I forgot to tell you,” he said.

“A call from whom?”