The Greek Billionaire and I (3 page)

“You know it’s inevitable that we meet,
agape mou.
The chemistry between us is too hot and too rare to ignore.”

“You and I,” she said sweetly, “we’re like negative and positive forces. Ne’er shall the two meet.”

“Two words, my soon-to-be-lover: opposites attract.”

Velvet…grinned. She couldn’t help it. Practically every man who had tried to hit on her only had lame comebacks to give whenever she rebuffed them. But Mykolas was…different.
 

“I can feel you smiling, Velvet. My brain is a turn on, ne? You will find my body even more so, I promise you. And when I fuck you, I will fuck you so good you will wonder why you postponed our meeting for so long.”

“You are so full of it.” She wanted to sound haughty, but all she managed was to sound like she was running out of oxygen.
Damn.
“From my experience, men who talk big are just that. All talk.”

“How many times must I tell you, lovely Velvet? I am not like most men. I am Mykolas Sallis, and on the first day we fuck, I promise you. You will love my cock.”

Daaaamn
. Why was his arrogance such a turn on? “I bet you have a small one.”

“Sometimes, women do wish it’s smaller.”

She rolled her eyes. “You are just really so full of it…”

“It’s true.”

He said it so simply she couldn’t help but challenge him, “How long is it?”

Mykolas shrugged even though Velvet couldn’t see him. “I’ve never tried to measure it.”

An imp inside her made Velvet say naughtily, “Then do it now.”

He snorted.

“No, really. I want to know. Measure it. Now.”

“And what would be my reward if I do?”

She thought about it. “I’ll say something dirty.”

“Done.”

Mykolas had answered so swiftly it made Velvet laugh. She listened to him rummaging, probably going through his drawers.
 

“I never thought I’d do something like this,
agape mou
,” Mykolas admitted with a grimace as he finally found a ruler.
 

She asked curiously, “Would you be able to, umm, measure it if…”

“I don’t have a hard-on?”

Velvet coughed. “Yeah, that.”

He unzipped himself. “Do not worry about that. I’m always hard when talking to you.”

“Mykolas!”

Her embarrassed gasp had him smiling as he took out his cock, but a grimace replaced the smile as he brought the ruler next to it. If anyone found out about this, he would probably kill himself. Only insecure bastards cared to know numbers of this kind.
 

Unable to stand the suspense since she was genuinely curious, Velvet demanded, “Well?”

“It’s long enough to make any woman delirious.”

“Come on, give me a figure.”

Sighing, he said, “Eleven point five.”

Velvet’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“You heard me,” Mykolas answered patiently as he swiftly disposed of the ruler and put his engorged cock back into his pants.

“Maybe you measured it wrong?”

“
Velvet.
”

Eleven point five.
Surely that was an exaggeration? But…Mykolas didn’t seem to be the type to exaggerate. “I mean, if that’s true, you should have worked as a porn star.”

Something occurred to him at Velvet’s words and he asked, “I know you’re a schoolteacher, but do you have any idea what my job is?”

“It doesn’t matter what your job is.”

Mykolas’ brow lifted at Velvet’s unexpected answer. “Why is that?”

“Because I know you’re a Greek billionaire.”

Mykolas stilled.
 

Velvet smirked. “
Relax.
I didn’t check you out online. It’s just that I also know a certain Greek billionaire—”

Jealousy, an unfamiliar emotion to him but was nonetheless recognizable, flared up inside Mykolas and he asked coolly, “How well do you know him?”

She asked innocently, “Are you jealous?”

He returned silkily, “Would you like me to tell you that I also know a certain schoolteacher…”
 

Velvet grimaced. “Touché.”

Mykolas’ face softened slightly. He liked how Velvet was easily able to admit she was wrong. “As long as you do not refer to any other man when talking to me,
agape mou
, we will be fine.”
 

“He’s not like what you think. You see, my friend is engaged to a Greek billionaire. Maybe you know him. Damen Leventis?”

“I do,” Mykolas said, surprised. “We are not close friends, but we are on good terms and we have done business together in the past. I was under the impression he was engaged to a local girl though. The Kokinos’ only daughter, I believe.”

“Yeah, well, that was true then. But he fell in love with my friend so now they’re the ones engaged. Anyway, I don’t really know him that well, but Mairi never stops talking about him and that’s how I knew you were a Greek billionaire.”

“Are you implying we are similar then?”

Mimicking his quizzical tone, she said, “Begging to differ, Mr. Sallis, but it is my hypothesis that the two of you are of the same specimen as you share one integral characteristic, and that is the fact that you two are the most arrogant men who have ever walked the face of the earth.”

There was a moment of silence before Mykolas burst into laughter. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever dated a woman who knows the word ‘hypothesis’.”

She said sincerely, “That’s really sad.” She thought about it then added, “And we’re not dating.”

“Of course we are, Velvet. We’ve been dating the moment you decided not to put the phone down when I told you about the details of our little bet.”

Velvet’s mouth opened and closed.
There was nothing to say
, she realized grumpily,
because it was damn well true
. “Change of subject please.”

Chuckling softly, he took pity on her and changed the subject to something just a little bit less disturbing. “What kind of cock do you like the most, Velvet?”

Velvet groaned. “Are you seriously asking me that?” Her face turned completely red as Mykolas’ question made her wonder what
his
cock looked like, what
type
it would be, and how it would
feel
to have his cock inside her.
 

A wicked smile curving on his lips at the sound of Velvet’s acute embarrassment, Mykolas slowly leaned back against his chair. “You now know I’m bigger than most men. I want to make sure that you were okay with that.”

Silence.

Mykolas’ smile disappeared. “Velvet?”

She said finally, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had sex before.”

Silence.

Velvet blinked. “Mykolas?”

“Tell me you’re fucking joking.”

“I-is it a problem?” Damn, but she hated how her voice shook as she spoke. It was as if she cared too much. If he had a problem with it, then so what? Right? His loss if he didn’t want to do her. Right? And not that she wanted him to do—oh, God, she was so confused and it was all his fault!

“I’ve never fucked a virgin before.”

“Err…oh?” His voice didn’t give anything away, and she couldn’t be sure if what he said was a good thing or not.

Mykolas closed his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re a virgin.”

“Yeah, well…” Her voice trailed off, her mind drawing a blank as to what she should say.

“Why are you still a virgin?”

She didn’t answer for a long while. But in the end, Velvet was too innately honest to lie, and so she said gruffly, “I’ve never met a man I wanted to have sex with.”

The words had him groaning and his cock hard and throbbing like it would die if it didn’t find its way to Velvet Lambert’s pussy soon.

Velvet’s eyes widened at the groan. That was definitely a sound of pleasure, and that meant he was…aroused.
 

Mykolas Sallis was aroused.
 

She
had aroused Mykolas Sallis, and just like that, her breasts started feeling a little heavier, her nipples more sensitive, and her panties becoming slightly damp. She wetted her suddenly dry lips, the silence from the other end of the line torturing her, making her feel restless. “Mykolas?”

“You make me want to touch myself, Velvet.”

Velvet bit her lip hard.
 

“I haven’t touched myself – haven’t had a need to since I first fucked a girl at thirteen, but I have a feeling,” Mykolas confided tautly, “it’s going to be a daily habit until we meet.”

She asked unsteadily, “Does this mean I’ve won the bet?”

Doing his best to ignore his aching cock, he said flatly, “It means, my beautiful Velvet, when
you
lose the bet and find your way to my bed, you will have a lot of making up to do.”

Slowly, quietly, Velvet squeezed her legs together. She had never felt like this before, and she just didn’t know what to do.

“Are you alone right now?”

She almost didn’t want to answer the question. She wasn’t stupid. She knew where that question was leading.
 

“Answer me, Velvet.”

The commanding note in his voice should have made her bristle, but right now, all it did was make her squeeze her legs more closely together as she whispered shakily, “Yes.”

“Lock the door if you haven’t yet and make sure you’ve got your curtains drawn shut or the blinds down. I don’t want anyone seeing you while I make you come.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to do what you say.”

“Yes,” he said thickly. “I’m crazy with desire for you, and so what you’ll do for me is make this ache inside my pants a little more bearable by doing what I say.” In a steely voice, he ordered, “Do it, Velvet. Do it before I decide not to play our little game and just storm into your place and take you and to hell with what everyone says."

She wanted to put the phone down. She wanted to hiss at him that she was not his to be ordered about. She wanted to end this, once and for all, before she did the worst thing possible. But what she wanted was different from what she
needed.

And right now, what she needed…

Oh God, what she needed was to follow him.

Velvet locked the door. Drew the curtains shut.
 

And when she was back on her seat, she snapped, “It’s done.”

Mykolas let Velvet’s bitchy tone pass. Both of them knew it was just her way of hiding the desire burning inside her. “Do you have a mirror in your room?”

“Yes.”

“Can you see it from where you’re sitting?”

Velvet’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“I want you to see how I can make you come, Velvet.”

She shook her head. “This has gone too far. I’ve never even…”

“Touched yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Then it only means we should start now. When I fuck you for the first time, it will be too painful if we don’t make your pussy a little less…tight.”

“Stop assuming we’re going to fuck.”

“Stop pretending we aren’t. Now, be a good girl and face the mirror as you undress yourself.”

Velvet strove to resist the command in Mykolas’ voice.

“
Now
.”

Her eyes squeezed shut in utter mortification at the way her body literally swayed as if wanting to be closer to the voice. Slowly, she felt her fingers moving, undoing buttons. Her clothes fell to the floor.

“Everything, Velvet.”

Gulping, she unclipped her bra and pulled her panties off. She turned pink all over when she saw her naked reflection on the mirror. The image she created was so blatantly carnal it should fill her with shame. But now, all her inhibitions had left her. Now, all she could feel was a yearning to feel more…by doing what Mykolas Sallis wanted.