One Night With a Billionaire

by Jessica Clare

  And he wanted to prove it to her. If that meant giving her a wet, raunchy orgasm in a janitor’s closet? So be it.

  “So, Kylie,” he murmured, and then sucked on that juicy lower lip, since it was so invitingly close. He could feel the whimper she bit back, and it encouraged him to be a bit bolder. His hand now moved to her inner thigh, and she was silky smooth and soft. His fingers grazed her skin and he continued to tease upward. “If I touch your panties, am I going to find them wet for me?”

  Her eyes closed, her breathing shallow.

  “Are you going to tell me to stop?” he asked, rubbing his nose along hers again. “Tell me not to touch this sweet pussy of yours that’s just begging to be petted?”

  Her lips moved, formed a small circle as if she were dying to say no, but only a soft breath came out.

  “Then,” he murmured, “I’m going to touch you and find out for myself if you’re wet.”

  His fingers teased along the edge of her panties, where the hem met the inside of her thigh. Even from here, he could tell she was soaked. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You like this, don’t you?”

  She bit her lip but said nothing, her gaze focused on his mouth.

  She didn’t have to say anything. They didn’t even have to speak. Just as long as he could touch her, they’d both know the truth. That when she touched him, he grew wild with need, and when he touched her, she lost all control. Slowly, his fingers pushed aside the damp fabric of her panties, and he felt the curls of her sex. She was wet, all right—she was positively soaked. His fingers eased between the lips of her pussy, and then he began to rub back and forth, teasing her.

  Kylie’s head fell back and she moaned.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured, his own cock like a heavy brick in his trousers. “Show me what you like. Show me how you want to be touched.”

  Her hand went to his chest, her eyelashes fluttering. He was half-afraid she’d push him away, tell him no, but instead, she rubbed his chest. “Touch me, Cade,” she murmured, breathless and so fucking sweet it made him ache anew.

  “You want me to touch your clit?” he murmured, his fingers gliding through her slippery folds until he found the little sensitive nub. She arched against his fingers and nodded, then began to flex her hips, trying to move into a rhythm with him.

  And he wanted to give her what she needed. So when she moved her hips into a circular motion, he followed, circling the hood of her clit with the pads of his fingertips, and enjoying the way she arched against him, her mouth opening wide in a silent plea. Christ, she was pretty. He wanted to palm those big, heavy breasts of hers and tease her nipples. Hell, he wanted to touch her all over and intensify what she was feeling, but he knew if he lifted his hand from the wall, she might slip away.

  Which made him rub her a little harder, with a little more intensity, more speed.

  And she moaned again.

  “Spread your legs wider for me, Kylie,” he murmured, rubbing up and down her sweet cleft. She was so slick that when his fingers moved, he could hear the sounds of her flesh parting for his touch. He wanted to fuck her with his fingers, to bend her over, push that plump ass out, and ram his cock into her hot, snug warmth.

  But this was about proving a point, he reminded himself. This was about proving to Kylie that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. So he continued to stroke and slick his fingers against her pussy, circling her clit and rubbing against the entrance to her cunt, where her nerve endings were the most sensitive.

  Her hands went around his neck, and she suddenly gripped the collar of his jacket and shirt tight. “Oh God, Cade, I need . . . need you inside me.”

  Sweet words, but this had to be about her and her orgasm, not about him sticking his cock inside her. But he could give her a little something, at least. He paired his fingers together, gave her clit one last teasing rub, and then sank his fingers deep into her warmth.

  He groaned at the same time she did.

  “Ride my hand, Kylie,” he murmured, thrusting his fingers deep. “Spread your legs for me and ride my hand, sweetheart.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, clinging to him. “Push into me. Fuck me.”

  Ah, fuck. She was turning this around on him. Trying to make him lose control. He pressed his face against her soft neck and thrust harder into her sweet warmth, attuned to every quiver of her legs. And every time he sank deep, he ground his palm against her clit, trying to make her as wild as she made him.

  “Need more,” she said breathlessly. One of her legs went up and she propped her foot on a nearby shelf, spreading herself wide for him. “Oh, God, please. I’m so close.”

  “You want me to bury my face there, Kylie?”

  She shuddered in response, her eyes tightly closed.

  “You want me to put my lips on your aching little clit and suck on it until you come?”

  She trembled and nodded.

  “Then beg me to, sweetheart. Tell me what you need.”

  “I need to ride your face,” she told him, arching her back and pushing against his hand.

  He swallowed back his groan of pleasure. The visual of his face between Kylie’s legs as she rocked her hips, feeding him her pussy? It was the hottest thing he could imagine. “You want me to lick you out?”

  She shuddered again and nodded once more. “Please, Cade. I need you.”

  His hand left the wall and he cupped her chin. “Look at me. Kylie, look at me.”

  Slowly, those gorgeous eyes fluttered open. Her pupils were dilated with need, eyelids heavy. Sexy. Beautiful.

  His.

  “You need to watch me,” he murmured, and then leaned in to kiss her, stroking his tongue along the seam of her mouth like he was about to do to her pussy. “You’re going to watch me as I make you come, aren’t you?”

  Her head jerked in a nod.

  Cade slid down to his knees, kneeling in front of her spread legs. He pulled his hand from her slick warmth, hating to do so, and then with both hands, carefully tucked her skirt into her belt until her entire front was exposed to him. Then, he put his hands on her silky little panties—wet with her need—and tugged them down her rounded hips. When they fell to the ground, he put them in a pocket, claiming them for himself. Kylie was beyond noticing, though. Her eyes were closed again, and her breathing was rapid, her body tense with anticipation.

  So he leaned close, the scent of her arousal in his nostrils, in his lungs, and she smelled incredible. His mouth watered with anticipation. “Are you watching, Kylie?”

  She moaned again, but he didn’t move. Her eyes fluttered open and then she looked down at him.

  His gaze locked onto hers and then he leaned in, pushing his tongue between her folds and flicking it against her clit.

  Her breath hissed out of her, and he felt her thighs quiver.

  “Keep watching me,” he told her, not lifting his mouth from her slick, delicious pussy. “I’ll keep doing this if you keep watching me.”

  He saw her bite her lip, felt the whimper echoing through her, but her gaze remained locked on his. She was going to watch. Good. His hands bracketed her soft thighs and he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking. With one hand, he pulled her pussy lips apart, forcing her clit to poke out further, and he took the little protruding nub and rolled it against his tongue.

  Her whimper grew louder.

  He kept her spread for his mouth, enjoying the sight of her pink, gleaming wet flesh pulled open for him to explore. And he sank two fingers into her core and began to thrust again, licking and sucking at her clit as she watched.

  He felt her thighs tremble moments before another burst of wetness hit his lips, and then her breath caught on a sob as she came. And damn, she was sexy as she did. Her gaze remained on him even as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, his mouth full of her juices and his tongue on her clit.

  When she finally came down, she sagged against the wall and drew in a deep breath.

  Cade gave her
one last swipe of his tongue and then he, too, reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed there for hours, pleasuring her, but his point was made.

  “That . . . wasn’t . . . fair,” she panted.

  “I’m no longer interested in fair,” Cade told her, getting to his feet. His cock ached and throbbed, reminding him that he hadn’t had a chance to sate himself, but that wasn’t why he’d pleasured her. He’d done it because he wanted her to acknowledge that she wanted him.

  Still, it was going to be awfully difficult for him to walk out of the janitorial closet with a massive erection. He leaned back against the door—blocking her from leaving—and closed his eyes, trying to regain his control. The scent of Kylie’s pleasure was still on his lips and in his mouth, though, and it was damn hard for him to focus.

  To his surprise, a warm hand slid across the front of his trousers, cupping his length. “You might not be interested in fair,” she murmured, leaning in to him. Her breasts pushed against his chest for a moment before she slid down his front. “But I’m a firm believer in it.”

  And she knelt in front of him and began to undo his belt.

  And holy fuck, that was like something out of one of his nighttime fantasies, to see Kylie’s red mouth hovering near his aching cock, her kneeling in front of him to service him.

  At the same time . . . he didn’t want her to put her mouth on him simply out of obligation. He shook his head. “I didn’t touch you so you would be forced to touch me.”

  “Don’t you think I know that?” Her full mouth tugged into a seductive smile. “Don’t you think I can tell when a man wants to eat a pussy and when a man’s trying to get reciprocation only? It’s all about enthusiasm, and you are a very enthusiastic man.” She smiled up at him. “It makes a girl want to reciprocate for a variety of reasons.”

  “Is that what this is? Reciprocation?”

  “Mmm. That, and I don’t like holding grudges. And I think something like that orgasm I just had should be rewarded.”

  “If you’re sure—”

  “I’m sure. Now hush.” Her fingers tugged at his zipper, and then she was pushing the fabric of his slacks down, followed by his boxers. Then, his cock was exposed to her, erect and inches away from her mouth, the head beaded with pre-come and purple with need. As he watched, she took him in her hand, gripping his length, and rolled the head of him along that red, red mouth. “Are you going to watch me?” she said, her voice low and practically purring.

  “As if I could look away,” he said hoarsely. He’d be dreaming about the sight before him for years to come.

  She painted her lips with his moisture, and then licked them in a wholly sinful fashion. His own mouth parted as she took the head of his cock into her mouth and her tongue began to swirl around the crown, tickling and teasing. His balls tightened and his hands clenched against the wall, determined not to shoot his load immediately. Not when she was pleasuring him so prettily.

  Kylie popped the head out of her mouth and rolled it along her lips. “Keep watching me,” she murmured, then took his length into her mouth again. Her cheeks hollowed and he felt the suction increase as she tugged him deeper into her mouth, her glorious tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. Fuck, she was good at that.

  Then, she began to work him with her mouth, keeping the suction tight as he shuttled in and out, her hand gripping the base of his cock and her mouth working him so hot and wet that it was almost as good as being buried balls deep inside her. Almost.

  “Kylie,” he murmured, wanting to run his fingers along her jaw, wanting to wrap his hands in her hair and fuck her face so badly that his hands shook with the need of it. “Pull away, sweetheart. I’m going to come.”

  Her eyes lit with satisfaction, and she released him from her mouth. But instead of pulling away, she began to roll the head of his cock along her full, red lips, teasing him with only the tip of her tongue.

  What she was offering him was clear—and it was the most obscene, most incredible thing he could imagine. He took his cock in hand, stroking himself toward completion while she let her lips toy with the head of him.

  Then, he came, spurting, on the tip of her tongue and her lips. His semen painted milky ropes on her chin and her lewd red mouth and her tongue slipped out and licked and licked even as he groaned and came for what felt like forever.

  Panting, he watched as her fingers moved over the streams of cum he’d left on her face, delicately wiping them away. Then she licked her fingers clean. And . . . God. He’d never seen a woman do that.

  The image would be burned into his mind forever. Her savoring him. Savoring his spend that he’d spread all over her gorgeous mouth and tongue and chin.

  “Jesus,” he murmured.

  There was no fucking way he was divorcing her now.

  THIRTEEN

  Okay, janitor closet was going to officially go down as the weirdest place Kylie had ever had sex. She shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have gone down on Cade, because it was going to send him mixed signals. And yet . . . she was feeling pretty damn good at the moment. Her mouth tasted of Cade and sex, and her pussy was damp and she was feeling replete down to her bones.

  Feeling like the queen of bad decisions? Absolutely. But replete? Definitely.

  Kylie dragged her skirt out of her belt and straightened it again. She glanced around the floor but couldn’t find her panties. “Do you know where my underwear went?”

  “I think we need to talk,” Cade told her in a low voice, tucking his cock back into his pants and then adjusting his belt.

  “We can talk later. I should probably dress and get back out there before anyone knows I’m missing. But I really need to find my panties.” Had she flung them off when he’d offered to put his face between her legs? It was entirely plausible. Which meant she needed to find them before some poor janitor uncovered them later. She stepped around Cade and peered into one of the buckets nearby. No panties.

  “Kylie,” Cade said, and his hand grabbed her wrist. “Look at me.”

  She frowned and looked over at him. “What?”

  “We need to talk about you and me.” His eyes were bright in his face, his mouth full and red from going down on her. And his gorgeous blond curls were mussed. He was frowning at her, too.

  “What do you mean, talk about you and me?” She pulled her hand free from his grip. “There is no you and me, despite . . . this.” She gestured at the closet, her face hot with a blush.

  He stilled. “You’re really going to start that again? After what we just had? After you begged me to put my mouth on you?” He grabbed a fistful of her skirt. “You want me to show you again just how much there’s a you and me? Because I’m quite willing to plant my face between your thighs again and not come up until dawn.”

  She had to clench her thighs together to keep from shivering at the thought. Instead, she jerked her skirt out of his hands. “Stop it.”

  “Or what?” His mouth was harder than she’d ever seen it before. “You’ll break up with me? You’re already trying to ditch me. Your threats hold no weight. But I’m tired of trying to be nice and play by the rules with you, Kylie. I tried to give you space. Except the more space I give you, the further you push me away. So I’m not giving you space any longer. I’m taking space from you.”

  Oh no. “What are you talking about?”

  His smile was cold. “Apparently I only get my way with you if I’m a bastard. So I guess I’ll be a bastard.” He leaned in. “You’re going to finish work tonight, and then you’re coming home. With me. And we’re going to fuck until dawn and I’m going to make you come a dozen times, and then we’re going to sleep in the same bed like a married couple does.”

  “No.”

  “You don’t get to tell me no anymore, Kylie. I want you. And if I want something, I get it.”

  “Really?” she retorted. “You didn’t get Daphne.”

  He stilled, and for a moment, Kylie wondered if she’d pushed things too far.
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br />   “I didn’t mean that,” she amended swiftly.

  “You did,” he told her, and his mouth flashed in a brief smile again. “Here’s the thing, though. Maybe I’m starting to realize I didn’t want Daphne half as much as I thought I did, because the thought of her brushing me off doesn’t bother me. The thought of you brushing me off makes me go crazy.” His gaze raked over her, and she felt scorched. “So. Tonight, you work. Then we leave together.”

  “Absolutely not.”

  He shrugged. “Then I go out and announce to everyone that we’re fucking. You think I care if Daphne gets mad at me? More than that, you think Daph will be mad at me or at you?”

  She knew the answer to that. “That is so freaking unfair.”

  “It is. And I don’t even care.” He grinned. “And it’s going to work, isn’t it? Because one of us cares very much if this information gets out, and one of us does not.”

  Helpless, Kylie could do nothing but glare at him.

  “We’ll continue this little charade if you want,” he said, his voice silky and low. His fingers brushed over a lock of her hair, and then his thumb smoothed over her lip. “I’ll ignore you until we leave, but when we get in that limo, you’re coming with me.”

  She was fast running out of options. “Daphne will see—”

  “No.” His thumb ran over her lower lip again. “She won’t. She only sees what she wants to see, and I’ll play nice until we’re alone.”

  Until they were alone? She shivered. “And then what?”

  “And then I’m going to fuck my wife,” he murmured. “And I’m not going to rest until she’s screaming my name.”

  “And if your wife says no?”

  “She won’t,” he said softly, and he moved in to kiss her. And she should have moved away from him, but instead, she turned her mouth up to his for his kiss.

  “How do you know she won’t protest?”

  His lips moved over hers in a delicate caress. “Because,” he breathed against her, “her mouth is going to be too full of my cock.”