The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance (8 page)

13
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I hoped to see Jace at breakfast the next morning, but they were dashed when I entered the dining room to once again only see one plate on the table. I ate quickly and then retreated back to my room. Feeling at odds with myself, I spent the day alternating between reading and playing on my new phone until I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

Feeling a bit of cabin fever, I decided I would treat myself to dinner out for a change. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my book. On the way out, I let Sophia know I’d be absent for dinner.

The humid air hit me like a wet blanket when I stepped outside. I was glad I had chosen the hot, pink sundress and sandals. I don’t think I could’ve stood even shorts in this heat. It wouldn’t get much better when the sun went down either. It would just get muggier.

The scent of an assortment of flowers filled my nose. With the large amount of flowers, ornamental bushes, and trees, stepping outside always made you feel as though you were in a garden. I guess in some ways, I was. The entire grounds was one large garden.

I brushed away a strand of hair that had blown down over my face in the slight breeze and headed across the paved path to where my car was parked. When I reached the garage, I stopped dead in my tracks. My car was nowhere to be seen.

In its place sat a shiny, red Mercedes. I stared dumbfounded. Where was my car? I entered the garage and heard clanging coming from the other end. When I reached the source of the noise, I found Stephen changing a tire on a gleaming, black SUV.

“Oh, hello, Miss.”

He swiped a trickle of sweat from his brow.

“Stephen, where is my car?”

“Gone.”

I frowned at him.

“Gone where?”

“To be overhauled. When Mr. Weatherton left the other night, he had a good look at your car and said it didn’t look safe or reliable, so he sent it off for repair.”

“He did what?”

Okay, so my car was truly a piece of crap, but did he not think to at least ask me first before sending it off?

“The Mercedes sitting in your spot is for your use until your car is returned.”

He dipped his head, and I heard him mutter under his breath, “If it is returned.”

“What do you mean,
if it’s returned
?”

He looked up at me and shrugged.

“Come now, Miss. You and I both know that car is in bad shape. My best guess is that the shop will say it will take more to fix it than what it’s worth.”

“But it’s my car!”

“Mr. Weatherton takes care of his employees.”

He wrestled the tire back onto the SUV.

“The keys are in the Mercedes. Feel free to use it. That’s what it’s there for.”

I stomped off in the direction of the car that had taken the place of my own. Stephen’s words haunted me. Was that all I was to him? Just an employee? Did I mean anything to him at all?

I jerked open the car door and threw my purse and book onto the passenger seat. Suddenly, I was no longer in the mood to go out. However, I’d already told Sophia I wouldn’t be dining in for dinner, so I started the car. I would at least hit a drive-thru somewhere and pick up some food.

With a squeal of tires, I roared out of the garage and down the curved drive. A remote to the gate was hardwired into the car, so I hit the button and the huge, iron gate slid open as I approached it.

It was a good thing too because with the mood I was in, I might would’ve crashed the car into the gate just to spite Mr. Jace Weatherton. The nerve of him to send my car off without consulting me first! I know it was a piece of junk, but it was my junk!

***

By the time I’d reached town, I’d cooled down, so I decided to go with my original plan. I did a little shopping, allowing myself to not look at the price tags. I rationalized it by remembering that I was an employee of Jace Weatherton, and I was supposed to look the part. I couldn’t buy my clothes at Wal-Mart anymore.

I had to trek over to another department to find a dressing room. Curvy women got their own area for clothing, but apparently, we didn’t warrant our own dressing rooms. As I tried on my first outfit, I heard voices coming from the dressing room next to mine, and one of them seemed familiar. It took me a minute, but the condescending tone and the content of the conversation allowed me to pinpoint the owner of the voice as Tiffany.

I grimaced, and my mood—which had evened out—plummeted again.

“So what’s he like now that he’s filthy rich?”

“Amazingly the same. Personality wise, of course. However, he’s got the rich guy act down to a tee. He has his own chef, maid, butler, driver—and get this—he hired some poor little college student to come live at his house and work as his personal assistant in exchange for tuition.”

“Seriously?”

The other girl tittered.

“Yes! You should have seen her! She ate dinner with us that night. Obviously, he told her to dress up because she came down wearing some fancy dress. The problem was, the dress was too small for her! Oh, it was pathetic. It clung to her and showed off all of her fat. I mean, why would a bigger girl wear something like that? It was horrible!”

“I guess some girls are proud of their curves,” added her friend.

“Well, it was disgusting. I don’t know how Jace could even to stand to look at her. Oh, and the poor thing is obviously smitten with him.”

The two women’s raucous laughter echoed off the partitions in the changing room.

“Why would he have anything to do with the likes of her?”

“Right? Especially when he has me?”

I’d heard enough. More than enough, really. I quickly yanked my dress back on and ran from the dressing room, tears streaming down my face. I left the store and jumped back in the car and drove straight home, no longer having any appetite for dinner.

When I made it back to the mansion, I ran into the house and up the stairs to my room, grateful that I didn’t run into anyone on the way. I didn’t want to explain to anyone why I was crying. I collapsed on my bed in a heap and sobbed uncontrollably until I’d worn myself out and drifted off to sleep.

14
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I awoke when a warm body climbed onto the bed and pressed against me.

“Katie.”

My heart tripped in my chest.

“Jace?”

“Yes, baby.”

He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, and I could just make out his handsome face framed in the moonlight streaming through the window.

For a moment, happiness filled me, and then the events of earlier in the evening sprang into my mind, and I pushed him away.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. We’d never had any kind of discussion about what was going on between us. Was I just his employee? Was all of this just “meeting his personal needs” as the contract I signed had stated?

Again, he pulled me into his arms, and this time, I couldn’t bear to push him away.

“Talk to me, Katie.”

“What am I to you?” I blurted. “Am I just your employee?”

“Of course not, how could you think such a thing?”

“I don’t know. We never talked about it. About what happened in your rec room.”

“Oh, Katie. I’m sorry. I had every intention of us sitting down and talking about it that next morning, but then I got called away on urgent business. One of my companies was in trouble, and I had to go sort things out.”

“You never texted me while you were away, and you only called me once…and it was for—well you know what.”

“Katie, that wasn’t why I called you. I wanted to talk to you. To see your face.”

“Among other things,” I muttered.

He laughed.

“Okay, so that’s true. I wanted to see the rest of you too.”

I smacked him in the arm.

“You’re not helping!”

He brushed an errant strand of hair from my face.

“What, you don’t like the fact that I want to look at you?”

“Do you really? Like to look at me?”

“Of course, I do! You’re beautiful!”

“You mean I don’t disgust you?”

“No! Whatever would give you that idea?”

I struggled with how much to tell him, but finally decided he needed to hear it all.

“Tiffany.”

I relayed the entire conversation that I’d heard in the dressing room. The more I talked, the harder his face became.

“First of all, I don’t ‘have her’. She’s just an old friend. Second of all, you looked amazing in that dress. I loved the way it clung to your body, and I thought you were sexy as hell in it.”

He trailed his fingers down my cheek.

“On the ride home, all I could think of was taking you in my arms and making you scream like you did the other night.”

My body immediately responded to his words. I didn’t know what it was about him, but just one look, word, or touch could instantly turn me on.

He grasped my chin and held my face up so that our eyes met. The intense hunger radiating from his ice blue eyes took my breath away.

“Is that what you want, baby? You want to scream for me?”

“Yes…sir,” I whispered.

“Tonight, I’m just Jace,” he murmured as he bent down and kissed me gently. The soft press of his lips against mine transformed into a heated clutch with his tongue darting between my lips to probe into my mouth.

His tongue danced in my mouth, twirling against my own, and increasing my excitement. He gripped the side of my head with his powerful hand, pulling me toward him. Our bodies became tangled together as we kissed. My breasts mashed against his chest, and I could feel the hardness of his muscles beneath them.

Rolling me onto my back, he lay on top of he, and I could feel the hardness of something else. His desire for me was evident from the bulge that pressed against my mound. He continued to kiss me, scattering kisses around my cheek and jaw. I gasped when his teeth nipped at my earlobe.

I began to lose focus on anything but the arousal ramping through me and the touch of his flesh against my own. My mind spun out of control with feelings of lust and love. I tangled my hands in his wavy locks as he kissed a line down my neck to my collar bone. I shivered as his lips left a trail of pleasure.

He moved down the swell of my breasts, his lips pressing soft kisses on the fleshy globes. With a hurried tug, he yanked my dress down to reveal my large breasts. He sighed with pleasure and swirled his tongue over a rosy peak, eliciting a moan from me. His mouth on my nipple felt exquisite, and my pussy clenched in response.

Licking and sucking, he spent a few tantalizing moments on my nipples until they both throbbed and ached. Each stood hard and erect from the ministrations of his mouth. I arched my back, pushing more of my nipple into his mouth and cried out when his teeth nipped the sensitive bud. I felt a rush of electricity straight to my pussy, which pulsed with pleasure.

Slick juices gushed from between my puffy lips, and I could only imagine how wet the crotch of my panties were becoming. He released my nipple with a wet plop and moved lower, laying soft kisses over the curves of my belly as he zeroed in on the promised land. Settling between my legs, he placed sizzling kisses upon both of my trembling thighs, his lips leaving a hot trail of fire on my skin.

I sucked in as breath when he placed a kiss on the crotch of my panties. I felt the sodden material press against the soft folds of my outer lips. He moaned upon discovering just how wet I’d gotten for him.

“Oh, Katie.”

I shuddered as he whispered against my skin. His fingers grasped the waistband of my panties and pulled. I lifted my hips to help as he drew them down my legs and tossed them aside.

My back arched and I grabbed at the bed covers when I felt his breath blow hot on my exposed lips. The scent of my arousal was thick in the air, and I knew if I could smell it, so could he. He pressed another kiss on my flesh, this time against the slick folds of my outer lips. I drew in a ragged breath when his tongue flicked between them to find my clit.

My fingers curled into fists when he licked across the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh god, Jace!”

He licked harder, sending a bolt of pleasure running rampant through me. When he plunged fingers into the slick depths of my pussy, I came undone. The orgasm hit me unexpectedly, and I thrashed on the bed as Jace attacked my clit with his tongue. He pumped his fingers and out of my clenching pussy as my cries filled the room. The waves kept rolling over me, the orgasm seeming to never end.

When the release finally faded away, Jace climbed back up my body and kissed me possessively.

“Mine,” he breathed.

“Yours,” I agreed. “Take me, Jace. Take what’s yours.”

We both reached down and quickly unfastened his pants and shoved both them and his underwear down, which he kicked off. My entire body felt more alive than I’d ever felt. I couldn’t think of anything but being joined with him, of having him inside me.

He rubbed the fat head of his cock against my cum slick lips, and I rocked my hips, pressing against him, urging him to take me.

“Jace, please!”

But my pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to torment me by rubbing his cock all over my pussy.

With my arms wrapped around him, my nails dug into the flesh of his back when he finally pressed the tip of his cock against my virgin entrance and pushed forward. The quick sting of my innocence being taken lasted only seconds, and then I was lost to the sensation of his thickness filling me like I’d never been filled before.

“Fuck, Katie. Your sweet, little cunt is so fucking tight.”

My heart pounded in my chest as he began to move inside me, and I felt every delicious inch slide out and then plunge back in once more. He tried to go slow, but I couldn’t stand it. I needed him to move, to take me hard and fast. We could do slow later.

“Harder, Jace. Please!”

I urged him on with the rock of my hips and the clench of my pussy around his shaft. He groaned and increased his pace, and soon the room filled with the sounds of our arduous love-making as our bodies slapped against each other in fevered passion.

His fast, pounding strokes sent me soaring higher and higher and a second orgasm slammed into me. This one was even more violent than the first, and I screamed as the pleasure overtook me. My pussy throbbed and squeezed around him.

“God, Katie, I’m coming,” he groaned, and I felt the hot splash of his seed inside me. He jiggled his hips, thrusting his cock deep between my soft walls as he emptied his cum into me. Collapsing on top of me, we held each other as we fought to breathe, our bodies slick with sweat.

He rolled of me, and I snuggled up to him. We lay quiet for a few moments before a question that had been nagging at me for a couple of days came to mind.

“Jace, just how
did
you know I was in the rec room the other night?”

He laughed.

“I have an app on my phone that’s tied in with the room. If someone goes in, it notifies me. There’s also a camera feed, so I can see who’s in there.”

I propped my head up on my hand.

“So, in other words, if I wanted to umm—play, then I could just walk in the room?”

“Yes. Or you could just come find me and tell me.”

He brushed his fingers across my face.

“I won’t push you into doing anything you don’t want to do, but my needs do tend to fall outside of the ordinary.”

Seeing the frown on my face, he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, I loved every minute of what we just shared. I just often need a little more than that.”

“Does that mean that if I don’t want to continue my experience inside that room that you’ll find someone else who will?”

My heart pounded against my rib cage as I waited for his answer. Had I made a huge mistake giving away something I could get back to him?

“No.”

He shook his head.

“No. That’s not what it means.”

He grinned up at me.

“Besides, I think it’s pretty obvious from your reaction the other night that you are very interested in continuing your experience in that room.”

Well, he had me there. I was more than a little curious…and excited, about what he would do to me inside that room.

“We’ll talk more about that later. For now, I vote we get some sleep.”

As much as I wanted him to stay in my room, I half expected him to gather his clothes and leave for his own quarters. Instead, he surprised me by getting out of bed only to pull back the covers so we could get under them.

“Wait, I have one more bone to pick with you!”

He looked at me with confusion in his face as he climbed into bed beside me.

“What?”

“My car!”

“What about it?”

“How could you send it off without even consulting me?”

He gazed at me as if I’d lost my mind, and he had no clue what he’d done wrong.

“Your car is a piece of junk. I just want to make sure you’re safe when you drive.”

“Oh. Well.”

How could I be mad at him when he put it like that?

“Okay, just do me a favor and check with me next time on decisions about my personal property.”

“Done.”

He lay down and pulled the covers over us and curled up behind me, putting his arms around me. I drifted off to sleep in the warmth of his embrace, and I didn’t even care that I was still wearing my sundress.