The Billionaire & The Barfly (Coming Home) (6 page)

Mike walked away, and Aubrey watched him disappear into his office. Bridgette turned and gave her a big smile with two thumbs up. Aubrey smiled and did a little happy dance right there in the hallway that lead to the elevators. With a smile on her face, she headed out to do the stupid errands knowing that the next day her real work would begin.

Chapter Six

Aubrey did her errands. She also did the third list that Jenna had waiting for her. And she did them all with a smile. Nothing was going to pull her down. She managed to impress the boss
’s boss enough for him to trust her with something as important as market research. Her plans on climbing the ranks in the company were working.

As the last light clicked off in the office, besides her own desk lamp
, that is, Aubrey looked at the clock. It was almost seven thirty, and she was still working. If whatever temp they got to fill her shoes for the next few weeks couldn’t decipher the notes or Jenna’s schedule, then she would be pulling double duty to do the research and get the damn coffee.

All she wanted to do was dive into the bright red folder that sat on her desk next to her water bottle. It had all the new games information. But she knew if she opened it, all current work would cease to exist
, and she would dive in. Aubrey stared at the folder for another moment before shaking her head and going back to work on scheduling for the next week.

After another hour
had passed, Aubrey was finally done. She stacked all the papers, all with color coded tabs for each day and activity, on her desk with a note to her temp explaining everything. Then she stood, pushed in her chair, and grabbed the file that could be the key to her future and hugged it to her chest. With a big smile, she clicked off the light and headed out to her car.

She should celebrate. It would be the last night she would get to go out for at least a week, if not longer. It was a celebration kind of night
. She did just get handed the key to a promotion, after all.

~*~

The dark bar was overflowing with people. Aubrey had no clue why a Monday night was so busy, but it didn’t matter. The more people, the higher the energy level, and high energy and loud music were the best ways to unwind. High energy, loud music, and a strong drink were perfect for celebrating.

Aubrey weaved in and out and around a hundred bodies to get to the bar.
Then she stopped dead in her tracks. Henry sat at the bar surrounded by women wearing half of what she considered decent. And that was saying something when she had clothing that left little to the imagination if the wind blew too hard.

No, she wouldn
’t let his presence, and the girls throwing themselves at him, deter her from celebrating. She wouldn’t wallow in the past. He didn’t want her, oh well. She could get anyone else in the entire place that she wanted.

Who wanted a geeky guy with a superhero fetish
who couldn’t even dance? Even if he were super hot and really fun to be around, it didn’t matter. She was going to forget about him. Even if the t-shirt he had on did say ‘ask me about my super powers’ and fit him so snuggly it showed off his muscular frame, making her think that his super powers could very well be making her horny as hell just by sitting there. She was going to forget about Henry. Period. No ifs, ands, or buts. He was out of her mind. She wouldn’t give him another thought.

Aubrey pushed her way to the bar and got the bartenders attention. He lifted up one finger, signaling her to hold on. She must be really off her game. First Henry
, and then the bartender. Was she losing her touch? Maybe it was because she wasn’t really dressed to be at the bar. She did come straight from work, but she knew she could pull off the sexy secretary look just fine if she undid the top two buttons of her blouse. She wore skirts most days anyway, and heels were her addiction. She had on a white blouse, black pencil skirt, and bright red heels that matched her necklace.

Popping her buttons on her blouse, she cleared her throat. The
bartender looked in her direction and his eyes widened. She took that moment to reach up and free her long dark hair from her bun. It spilled over her shoulders in waves, and she smiled at him, batting her lashes. She may be cliché, but she knew it. She owned it. Hell, why would she do anything different when it worked?

The bartender then gave the hold on finger to the half dressed woman in front of him, who went back to hanging all over Henry (not that she cared) and moved directly in front of her.
He was definitely cute. But she wasn’t into bartenders. At least not the ones at her usual places. It made things too awkward after the fact. She may be a barfly, but she wasn’t a bartender floozy.

“
What can I get you tonight?” he asked, already pulling a glass from the bar.

“
Tonight’s a celebration, so let’s go with a long island.”

“
What are you celebrating, gorgeous?” His hands moved quickly as he mixed her drink, the alcohol flowing from the bottles at the same time as the mixers. He gave her an extra shot or two, whether he realized it or not, his pour was strong.

“
A possible promotion at work. I do this assignment well, and I won’t be getting anyone’s coffee anymore.” Aubrey took the drink and handed over her credit card. It was an open tab kind of night.

“
Sounds like the perfect night to celebrate, but doing it alone isn’t fun.”

Aubrey took a drink and sure enough
, it was strong. The alcohol burned going down, heating her through to her stomach. She looked up and smiled at the bartender. “Don’t worry. I’m sure I won’t be alone for long.”

Prickles covered the back of her neck, making her feel as if she
were being watched. She knew it was Henry. She just knew it. Ignoring the impulse to turn in his direction, she grabbed her drink and walked off. She wouldn’t look back. She wouldn’t.

Aubrey found a table that was small and empty,
and surrounded by a group of people. The way it was placed in the room kept her hidden from Henry’s view, but if the stupid guy in front of her would just step to the right half a step, she could sneak a peek at him and his gaggle of girls.

Stupid girls.

The guy in front of her moved. She saw Henry. He had angled himself so he could see her, too. She locked eyes with him from across the bar, and even when people walked between them, she never looked away, and neither did he.

She refused to move. She wouldn
’t chase him. But she found that the farther into her drink she got, the less she remembered why she wasn’t pursuing this nearly perfect man. Who cared that he turned her down? That just made it more fun. She should wear him down. She could just picture what he looked like under those clothes, what his hands would feel like rubbing against her skin, what his hot mouth…

She didn
’t finish her thought. She couldn’t, because if she did, she may combust into an orgasmic puddle of goo on the bar floor. Aubrey stood and marched across the bar. Henry smiled at her as she approached, and the stupid girls glared at her. Screw them.

When she stood directly in front of Henry
, she reached out and took his hand, ignoring the comments being spewed by the half dressed women around them, and led him away. She didn’t speak to him, or respond to the girls. She just took what she wanted.

And she wanted Henry.

Once again she found herself dancing on Henry, but that was fine. She managed to move and rub up against him in ways that had him start exploring her body with his hands. Finally, they landed on her hips, his thumbs kneading into her ass, pulling her tightly against his hardening length,

Aubrey stood straight, lifting her arms above her head to wrap around his neck
as she swayed back and forth. When his hot breath caressed the soft skin of her neck, she shivered in delight. When her earlobe was encased in the wet warmth of his mouth, the throbbing between her legs began. When his teeth bit down, she knew she had lost all control.

As soon as he released her earlobe from his teeth, Aubrey whipped around, pressing her body tightly to his, her hands wound into his hair, and she
crushed her lips to his. She was done being rejected. She was done walking away from this man a hot horny mess.

Henry did not disappoint. He responded with more fervor than she ever thought he would. His lips parted over hers, and he dipped his tongue into her eagerly awaiting mouth. He massaged her tongue with his own,
and then would pull back to softly kiss her and nip at her lips, and then deepen it once again. She had never been kissed that way before, and it was incredible.

When they parted, the two just stared into one another
’s eyes for a moment. Aubrey could see so much emotion and desire in his. He wanted her. She knew he did. But would he follow through or would he send her on her way like he already has too many times for her liking.

When Henry slid his hands from her hips, she thought for sure the night was coming to a crashing halt.
But then he took her hand in his, leading her out of the bar and toward what she could only assume was his car.

When a man exited the driver
’s seat and opened the back door, she looked at Henry in question. He just shook his head and motioned for her to get in. She did.

Henry slid in after her
, and that was when she noticed that the windows were all tinted, and there was a privacy glass separating the driver from the back seat. Whoever Henry really was, he was much more than Hot Geeky Guy, who she couldn’t get off her mind.

“
Can he see or hear us?” she asked in a breathy voice.

“
Not unless we push the button.”

“
Don’t push it.”

Aubrey moved to straddle Henry and slowly worked her hips, grinding her pulsating pussy against his lap. The friction did nothing to help the need that was growing between her legs. She needed more.

Henry ran his hands up her thighs and under her skirt, bunching it at her waist. Aubrey leaned down to kiss him, letting her mouth explore his. When his hands began guiding her movements, pulling her closer to him, her tongue grew frantic. She needed to feel his skin against her own. She pulled back and unbuttoned her top, revealing her lace covered breasts to him. His eyes glowed with anticipation as he reached up, freeing them from her bra. Aubrey watched as Henry leaned in and took her hard nipple into his mouth.

She moaned at the contact and jerked her hips
, and he bit down then sucked at her nipple, soothing the sting from his teeth. She could feel how hard he was beneath her. She didn’t want him under her—she wanted him in her.

When he let go of her nipple, she moved herself to the floorboard between his legs and undid his Spiderman belt and unbuttoned his jeans.
Henry lifted his hips slightly, and she gave his jeans a tug, exposing his large cock in one swift move.

Aubrey wrapped her hands around him and began to pump up and down. Then she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head of his dick
and then sucked it into her mouth. She moved back to his head and repeated her movements, all the while pumping the base of him that she couldn’t get to fit in her mouth. He groaned in approval and that pleased Aubrey. She wanted to make him feel good. She wanted him to fall apart, and she wanted to see him cum.

Aubrey looked up, without stopping her ministrations, to see his head thrown back and a smile on his lips. She worked harder, working him, humming around his member
, and sliding her hands up and down his length. When he looked to her, and their eyes caught, she felt a flutter in her stomach. His gaze held her captivated. He reached out and moved a stray hair from her face and pulled himself from her mouth. She wanted to protest, but he pulled her to the seat next to him and laid her down on the seat.

Slowly, his hands traced up from her ankle to circle the soft skin behind her knee. The heat his hands left in their wake
made her skin feel as if it were being scorched, even through her pantyhose. From her knee, he slowly, tortuously, moved up her thighs, running his thumb over her covered slit and up to the top of her pantyhose. Hooking his fingers in, he pulled them off her. Then he retraced the pattern, only this time he used his mouth. Each fiery kiss ignited something in her, more than sheer desire, but she pushed it away. She wanted to stay in the moment, the passionate moment where his lips and tongue explored every inch of her.

When his warm breath ghosted across her pussy lips, she shivered. Her skin erupted in goose bumps
and she waited, and waited, and waited to feel the warmth of his mouth against her, in her.

She lost all patience. When she looked down at him between her legs, he was smiling at her. Not the
coy, we are about to do it grin that so many men get, but a full on smile. He was waiting to see what she would do. She gave him a smile of her own, grabbed two fists full of hair, and placed his face exactly where she needed him.

His tongue traced her slit, once, twice, and a third time. Her hips jerked up to him, begging for more. She held tightly to his hair and tugged as he nipped at her lips, then her thigh. She yanked his hair, pulling him back to her center.
She could feel his chuckle against her, and she looked down, wondering what he found so funny.