Everyone Deserves a Second Chance: A Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Tara Brent

  I smiled at him and before I could help it, I had glanced at his lips.

  Damn, Samantha, don’t do it, I warned myself, but my body didn’t seem to be listening to me. Instead of pulling away, if anything I was getting closer.

  The smell of his aftershave was spicy and pleasant against me and instead of kissing him, I turned my face and buried it into his neck. The feel of his stubble scratched across my cheek and I hummed in pleasure as I curled into him. I sank into his embrace, letting him hold me. It had been such a long time since I’d let anyone touch me like this. It felt intimate in a way, though it was not sexual in any way.

  He pulled me close to him, swaying from side to side and he started to dance with me again, rocking slowly as his hand reached for mine, gripping it tight and the other fell to my waist.

  “I missed this,” he whispered against my hair. “I missed you.”

  I felt like I was going weak at the knees. “I missed you too,” I found myself whispering and it felt like something inside me broke. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want this anymore. I couldn’t pretend that I hated him when I was only lying to myself. I was still in love with Rick and right now, this felt right.

  I leaned up and it was effortless, he met me halfway and our lips sealed together in a kiss. He felt the same, he tasted the same. Damn, I had missed him.

  We were interrupted by a loud wolf whistle and we broke apart and turned, surprised. Charlie was cheering childishly from where he sat at the bar and I laughed at being caught by Rick’s friend.

  Yes. Finally.

  Rick only shrugged, but his grin was splitting his face. He took my hand and led me away from the dance floor and with a silent agreement the two of us were drunkenly stumbling down the corridor and to the nearest place where we could get some privacy - which happened to be by the stairs.

  Like magnets, we moved together flawlessly and it was like a dance between the two of us. He pushed and I pulled. He gasped and I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop myself. Being with him just felt so good and the soft drag of his lips against my own felt addictive.

  His touch was burning me, setting me alight with a fire that I hadn’t felt in such a long time and I longed to know if things would be the same as they were. It seemed like a lifetime ago that me and Rick were sleeping together, quick fumbles in the back of his car, midnight meetings in my bedroom as he snuck from Josh’s room and down the corridor... It was making me hot just thinking about it.

  “Do you... do you want to?” he asked, muttering his words against my lips, unwilling to leave them for even a second.

  I found myself nodding. “Yeah,” I replied, deadly serious, “yeah I do,” I told him and he pulled me closer, his hands dipping lower, smoothing down my back and then cupping my ass.

  I grinned, memories of him doing the same thing came back to me. “Those hands still have a mind of their own,” I muttered, but I encouraged the touch. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted what we’d had before. I just wanted Rick.

  “Are you sure? You’re not too drunk are you?” he asked, looking down at me concerned and putting a little space between the two of us and peering at me suspiciously. I was glad of the gesture. I felt like he was respecting me, that he was taking care of me.

  “Of course not, could I do this if I was too drunk?” I asked, before stepping away from him and posed like I was about to do a handstand. It was an inside joke between us as a few years ago we’d gotten drunk at a house party he hosted when his parents were away and in our drunken state, we’d all had a handstand competition.

  “Oh no! Samantha!” he cried out with a laugh before grabbing me and pulling me back into a hug as I dissolved into giggles.

  “Don’t ask silly questions and I won’t do stupid things in return,” I stated as those used to be the rules.

  “Okay, I just wanted to be sure,” he replied. “Come on, I have a room here,” he told me, and I was instantly excited at the prospect of some privacy. After all, anyone could walk out here at any time and see the two of us together and that wasn’t an attractive thought. But being alone with him? That was something that excited a part of me that had been dormant for far too long.

  Chapter 18

  Rick

  The two of us ran like teenagers through the halls and to the elevator, we paused as we both tapped the call button repeatedly as we couldn’t contain our excitement at what was about to happen. We giggled, the alcohol contributing to the naughty excitement as we waited. As soon as the door was open we were falling forward and tripping over each other in our hurry to get inside and out of the public corridor. I reached forward and repeatedly hit the close button before pressing the floor to my room.

  As soon as the doors slid shut, I crowded Samantha against the wall until she was trapped between the cold metal and my warm skin. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did, but I couldn’t help but feel a naughty thrill as I put my hands on her curvaceous waist, enjoying the feel of her.

  “Finally, I’ve got you alone,” I said playfully with a smirk.

  She looked up at me with a smile on her face that made something inside me burn hot with desire.

  “And what will you do with me now you’ve got me all alone?” she replied, just as playful.

  “You’ll have to wait and see,” I teased, before closing the remaining space between the two of us and capturing her lips again. Her mouth was hot against my own and she tasted like the champagne she had been drinking. I dipped my tongue inside, rubbing mine against her own and happily caressing the softness.

  My lips were on her neck. I couldn’t resist it as I smelled her sweet perfume. It was intoxicating. The scent was drawing me in and making her irresistible to me. Immediately, I felt myself craving for more. This wasn’t enough. Now I had felt the gentle curve of her body, and I had tasted her lips and had been reminded how delicious they were. I was powerless to stop my hands from wandering.

  “Rick,” she gasped out, and the sound encouraged me as arousal swirled in my stomach and I found myself growing hard. I found myself wanting to be impossibly closer to her. To be inside of her.

  “Please...” she gasped out again and I smirked at the sound of her so breathless. “More,” she begged.

  She gripped at me as the elevator began to move and we made the most of the short amount of time that we had with just the two of us in that small space, together for the first time in years. It felt like only seconds before we were forced to separate as the door pinged open, though it was probably closer to a couple of minutes since the elevator was so slow. But it didn’t. We had all night. I took her hand and led her down the corridor and to the suite at the end.

  I opened the door to the apartment with a swipe of the electronic key and we stumbled inside. My hand fumbled to find the light switch and I watched as Samantha looked around in surprise.

  “Okay?” I asked her as I watched her eyes flit around the room. For a moment I just stood and watched her, wanting to be sure that she really wanted this. I didn’t want this to be something that she regretted. This was my chance to show her how sorry I was, and it was what I’d been dreaming of for the past three years.

  “Of course,” she replied, “it’s just, I’ve never actually stayed at this hotel before. I didn’t realize how nice it was. This is a lovely room.”

  “It is, I like it too.” I had to agree, the room was very neat and nicely decorated, a large TV was mounted on one wall and the carpet was plush under our feet.

  I walked over to the minibar and grabbed some water for the two of us and then turned the TV on for some background noise. Samantha happily drank some of her beverage in what I guessed was an attempt to stave off a hangover in the morning, because although we were not completely sloshed, we had still drunk a fair amount over the course of the evening.

  We stood and looked at each other, smiles on our lips and I watched as Samantha’s eyes focused to the center of the room towards the king-size bed.

  She
stepped towards it, ready to dive on but I grabbed her wrist softly, and I spun her around before I gently pushed her against the door.

  “Eager, much?” I asked her cockily, pleased as I caged her against the door and prevented her from moving.

  She looked up at me, her eyes full of desire and her face already flushed. She arched into me. “Do I have to beg?” she asked prettily, tugging desperately at my jacket, "because you know I'm not shy." She spoke with a grin.

  I chuckled to myself. "Oh, I know. You’ve always had a bit of a dirty mouth. I like it."

  I smirked down at her, pulling away for a second to help her get my clothes off by shrugging off my jacket and throwing it to the floor. I began to untuck my shirt and then slowly, I pulled my tie off, letting it drop to the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt, watching her reaction to me as I pulled it off and stood half-naked in front of her, exposing my toned stomach and pecs to her. I had beefed up a lot in the last three years and I felt her eyes devour the sight of me.

  My eyes were all over her, desperate to get a look underneath her dress but I took in the sight of her as she was now - her hair falling messily down her back, her face red from alcohol and the way her dress clung to her - I savored the sight of her as she looked so beautiful.

  I closed the space between us again, taking a slow step forward.

  I kissed her again softly, this time, shirtless as I ever-desperately tried to lessen the distance between us - to lessen the clothes separating us. I crowded her back against the door, the prominent bulge of my erection in my smart black slacks was pressing against her hip and unable to help myself, I rolled my hips, grinding it against her.

  My hands found their way to her breasts, rubbing at her already pebbled nipples through her dress. It gave me a deep thrill, but it only made me want more. Unable to stop, I roughly tugged her dress, pulling it down and exposing her bare tits to me.

  I groaned at the sight. She was just as gorgeous as I remembered. She stood, pressed against the door, her cute perky breasts exposed and I reached for her.

  “God, I missed your perfect little tits,” I admitted, before ducking down and kissing my way down her neck as I fondled her breasts.

  I groaned at her reaction, as she turned to putty in my hands, melting into me as I kissed and gently teased the sensitive skin of her neck. I ducked down, eager to touch more of her and I sucked one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, lapping the small bud with my tongue.

  She cried out at the sensation of my hot mouth on her, and I could feel my cock throbbing where it was trapped in my pants. I was already so hard and so desperate to connect with her.

  “Oh, fuck, Rick,” she moaned and I smirked against her skin at her hot response.

  I felt drunk on the sounds that she made, of the way she arched into me, she felt like a drug that I just couldn’t get enough of. I needed more and more and I felt dizzy with the power I had over her, pinning her half-naked and looking completely debauched against the door.

  “I can’t wait to touch you,” I told her because I couldn’t keep my thoughts to myself. I wanted her to know how desperate I was. How much I wanted her.

  She gave me a stunning smile before encouraging me by cheekily running her hands downwards and rubbing over my cock where it was trapped in my pants. The sensation of her small hand on my large cock was bliss, even through the material. I rolled my hips into her hand, letting her know that I wanted more.

  She rubbed at my hardness as I cupped her breasts, scattering kisses and playful nips across her chest and appreciating the feel of her.

  “Please,” she groaned, her touch becoming firmer. “I need more.”

  Her words made arousal burn inside of me. “Patience,” I replied with a smirk, before sucking a mark into her neck and making her gasp and moan. I pulled away slightly, feeling pleased with the lovebite I had left on her. Something possessive inside me was satisfied that she wouldn’t be able to forget this encounter and that she would look at this and be reminded of our night together.

  “Rick, stop teasing me,” she said, arching into me but I knew that she liked it. I knew that she liked to be touched and completely relished in me playing with her body.

  “Where’s the fun in that?” I murmured.

  I could feel how hot she was against me, her skin warming with every second that passed as my touches made her desperate for more. I teased her, stroking my hands over her plump ass and pulling her dress upwards until it rested just under her ass so my fingers could stroke across the back of her thighs.

  “Rick, I swear to God, stop teasing me so much!” she warned me and I let out a chuckle.

  “I can’t help it, I love watching you squirm,” I replied, before cupping her amazing ass and squeezing as I kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pressing her now half-naked body against my own.

  She felt amazing. She felt perfect and I couldn’t stop kissing her, amazed that this was about to happen.

  Chapter 19

  Samantha

  I felt like I was squirming against the door, pinned there as he touched me, playing with my body as he pleased and turning me into a whimpering mess.

  Damn, he knew just where to touch me. How to pull me apart.

  My face was flaming and my chest heaving and then suddenly, he was lifting me and walking me to the bed. He threw me down and I bounced, my tits were still exposed and my dress was riding upwards and exposing my panties to him.

  Rick came to stand at the bottom of the bed and he leaned forward, kissing my thigh before spreading them. He mouthed his way down my thighs until he was settled between my legs, his hot breath on my clothed pussy.

  Oh, fuck...

  I groaned, pleasure curling through me at his teasing touches.

  Fuck, I wanted him to touch me more, I wanted it so badly. I had forgotten how this had felt. I had forgotten the way he managed to know exactly what I wanted. And like the mind reader he was, he placed a kiss over my panties and I let out a shaky exhale.

  His fingers gripped at my hips, sliding up and then grabbing my panties. He pulled them down and then off, shoving them into his back pocket. I squeaked at the force, turned on by his sure touches and demanding nature. There was nothing sexier than a man taking control.

  “Hey!” I exclaimed. “Those are my good underwear,” I said with a playful pout, my face flushed.

  “Mine now,” he said with a wink, before his eyes glanced back down, devouring the sight of my pussy on display for him.

  For a moment I thought he was going to put his mouth back on me, but no, that wasn’t Rick. He had always enjoyed dragging things out and making me beg.

  “Tell me you want me to lick your pussy,” he requested, not giving me much choice because I knew that if I didn’t do as I was told then he would only tease all the more.

  I stared down at him, taking in the sight of him between my thighs. Wow, he looked gorgeous, like some kind of Adonis looking up at me.

  “P-please,” I stuttered, “please l-lick my pussy,” I mumbled and I felt as red as a tomato as the dirty words fell from my lips but I knew that asking him would urge him to get on with it and give me what I needed.

  He looked right at me, locking eyes with me and he leaned forward and softly licked the length of my hot, wet slit.

  “Ohhh, fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back into the pillows and relaxing back as I let the feeling of pure bliss run through me.

  It had been such a long time since I’d indulged in something like this, since someone had wanted to do this to me. I could hardly believe my luck. I had kind of expected that we’d come back to the room and then he would just fuck me, but he didn’t seem interested in that right now. He looked like the cat that got the cream as he began to kitten lick at my pussy.

  Fuck, his tongue was so hot and wet and slick as it pressed against me over and over, softly swirling against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy and making my whole body ache in need.

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p; I could feel myself growing wetter by the second, his saliva soaking me and my pussy hot and slick from his touches. He licked my clit and fucked with his tongue inside my hole until I was trembling and I could feel my legs trembling.

  “Rick,” I gasped out as pleasure curled in my stomach. I couldn’t help it, my hips rocked upwards and my hands slipped in his hair, holding him in place as I rubbed my pussy against his mouth and encouraged him to mouth at my clit over and over.

  Moans and gasps started to fall from my lips and I couldn’t keep quiet. It was impossible with such precise and insistent touches.

  “Please,” I begged and then finally, I let out a long satisfied moan and he pressed just a little harder, lapping at my needy clit until I couldn’t hold it together anymore.

  Orgasm rushed through me and I shamelessly rubbed my throbbing pussy against his mouth, eager for more of the delicious feelings that he was spoiling me with.

  I sat up onto my elbows and peered down at him, a dazed smile on my face. I watched as Rick wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before falling back onto the bed beside me.

  Instantly, I was eager to return the favor and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. I took a moment to shuffle out of my dress where it was still half on me and I laughed as I realized it was stuck.

  “Need a hand?” Rick asked with a laugh and I nodded and turned around. “I hope this wasn’t expensive,” he joked as he struggled with the zip but after a few moments, he managed to fix it and I felt my dress loosen.

  I took the dress off and dropped it over the side of the bed before turning back around to Rick, completely naked in front of him for the first time in years. I had gained a little weight after having Benny, but I had kept my curves and his eyes on me made me flush as he gave me a pleased look, dragging his eyes down the expanse of my exposed body.

  Rick’s hands went to his pants and I couldn’t stop my eyes following the movement as he unbuttoned his pants and then in one swift movement he removed the remainder of his clothes. He fished out his wallet and pulled out a condom with a knowing look before chucking it down on the bed to the side of us.