Chad kept up his pace, riding the wave of pleasure, then he stilled, pressing into my back as his release erupted within me.
We were both breathing fast and covered with sweat. My hair was wet with it. He slid out of me and pulled me against his chest.
“That was amazing, baby.”
“Oh God, it… was.”
I didn’t know how, but I giggled when he placed hot kisses all over my shoulders. Slow and sensual, sizzling and searching. Kisses that enraptured me. Kisses I felt deep in my heart.
God, my heart.
That thought made reality creep in, and I feared what I was getting my heart into.
“I can’t get enough of you, Billie.” Chad leaned close and whispered into my hair. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. I want you. I want more.”
Those words…
They were enough to wipe my brain clean once again.
I turned to him, pressing my breasts against the hard walls of his chest, and slid my hands around his neck, standing on the tips of my toes to kiss him.
His large hands took my face and held it gently.
“You have me,” I breathed.
He pulled back just far enough so he could look into my eyes.
“You have me,” I repeated, and he captured my lips again, kissing me.
The possessive touch of his hands, firm and inviting, showed me how much he wanted me.
And… I touched him like that too.
Chapter 11
Chad
God. I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
God damn. I couldn’t get enough, no matter how much I touched her, no matter how many times I had her.
I can’t get enough.
She had me hooked. I lost count after the sixth time, and that was when it was still dark outside. It was late morning now, and yet the indulgence continued.
She was something else. Something special I never thought would hit me this hard, and I felt like the whole of last night was an extended play of me being hit by a speed train going a hundred miles per hour.
Billie giggled as I sucked hard on her right breast and curled my tongue around the hard nipple. This was the intermission, so I could get myself ready to go again.
She tried to move away from me, but I caught her and held her still.
I had her propped up against a stack of pillows, so I could feast on her.
Indulge on her fine body until I died.
Yes. I’d decided that this was how I wanted to go. And it was fine if today was the day.
Last night had been phenomenal, and this was the part where I got to savor her. It was a breath, the pause after the storm blew through and left everything in its wake upside down.
Hit by a train and turned upside down.
That was the best way I could describe what she did to me.
And still I wanted more.
I pulled back and followed the curves of her body from the massive globes of her tits to the tapered lines of her hips. The irresistible way her long golden-brown legs invited me to stare, stroke, do something.
Anything.
My hungry eyes took her all in and noted the innocence, purity, and sweetness in hers.
“You’re not going anywhere today,” I teased, but yet it was true. Even if I had to tie her to my bed, I was keeping her with me.
“I have to go home at some point.”
“No. I can’t let you, baby.”
“So, I should stay here in bed with you all day?”
“Good answer.” I knew she was asking, but this was me, spinning everything into a play. Into the game I’d started and couldn’t break free from.
I didn’t want out. No way. Not a damn chance.
I lowered my head to continue sucking her. She allowed me to for a few seconds, but then she moved. Her heavy breasts bounced as she tried to straighten up.
“My nipples are going to be sore, and how come you get to indulge on me more than I get to on you?”
I laughed and caught her again. “I read somewhere that sucking helps sore nipples, and as for indulgence, we have all day for you to have me.”
“So, if I stay all day, I get to have you all to myself?” Her large brown eyes that reminded me of chocolate sparkled with delight.
“Yes, and all night too.”
She started to laugh. “All night? Chad, today is Sunday.”
“So it is.”
“I have work tomorrow.”
“I drop you back home early, so you can get ready. Easy. Then…” This was the fun part.
“Then what?”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening and bring you back here. Make sure you pack a bag and book some leave from work. You’ll be gone for at least the week.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re joking.”
I raised a brow. “Sweetheart, I think you know by now that I don’t joke around like that.”
“Chad—”
“No.” I pressed a finger to her lips. “You come back here with me tomorrow. Besides, tomorrow is our anniversary.”
Her beautiful lips parted. “Anniversary?” She smirked in the cutest way, and her little nose scrunched up.
“It is. The day we first met.”
“Yes, at the civic center, where I went to expose your family business?” She pressed her lips together, and the laughter left her eyes. It wasn’t funny, not by a long shot, and I knew there were a lot of hurdles I had to jump over. I just didn’t want to do it now. Or any other time I spent with her.
“At the civic center, where we met by chance under the most bizarre occurrence. Anyway, it’s our anniversary, and there’s no way we should be apart, right?”
“You’re right.”
“In fact, we should go somewhere. Leave the country.” We could pull it off. I would do it. We could take off and leave all the shit that was happening behind us.
What a great plan.
“Can we save the leaving the country part to at least the tenth anniversary?”
I held her gaze. Tenth anniversary. At least she was thinking ahead. And I was still in the picture.
“Anything you say, baby.”
I moved her back into the position she’d been in. Her nipples were completely erect from my wild suckle and still pointed toward me, begging to be sucked more.
I lowered back down and indulged. Circling the hard points of her nipple with my tongue. She ran her fingers through my hair and held me in place as she moaned and reached out to run her hand over my chest.
That simple touch made me rock hard, and I was ready. I moved back to look at the beautiful woman laid out on the silky navy sheets all for me.
Beautiful Billie was in my bed.
I wasn’t lying when I told her she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life. She really was. Beautiful inside and out, and I’d never seen a sexier woman either. I loved her body, every inch of her gorgeous body. From the way her sexy lips pouted to the tips of her toes that curled every time she orgasmed.
I flattened my palm against her stomach and pinned her to the bed. It was time to go again.
She smiled as I bent down and kissed my way from the valley of her breasts down, down to the slick opening of her pretty pussy.
That was where I stopped and licked at the sweet nectar that reminded me of fine honey. I savored the flavor and the way she gasped and writhed beneath me.
I almost came right there from watching and hearing her moan.
With a deep breath, I gained control of myself. Enough to grab a condom and sheath myself.
She watched me with satisfaction, which made me harder. Before I embarrassed myself, I took hold of her legs and pushed up her knees, so I could wedge myself between her thighs.
I smiled down at her as I teased her entrance with the head of my cock, rubbing without entering, teasing the folds while coating myself in her wetness. I then pressed in and slid in comfortably, unlike the first time. She’d adjusted to me.
I thrust deeper into the heated core o
f her body, then deeper, filling her right up.
Her passage quaked and trembled, and she gasped, but then she got that half-pain-/half-pleasure-filled look on her face that told me she was enjoying it.
As I began to move inside her, she arched her hips and met my movements thrust for thrust. I took her with pounding need and driving hunger, riding her, fucking her, making her mine. Soon, I became lost in her wet warmth and the hunger that took us. Pleasure racked my body and intensified as I watched her come undone in my bed, and I hammered into her in a hot rush of pure need.
It was ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. And I wanted more.
I pulled out of her mid-thrust, and she sucked in a breath. I wanted to take her from behind like last night.
I flipped her over, so she was on her hands and knees, squeezed the firm cheeks of her firm ass, and plunged back into her from behind.
It was sexy as hell, and watching her hair fall forward and the pert nipples of her tits bouncing as I pounded into her drove me insane.
I tightened my grip on her waist, holding her still, and bend down over her to whisper against her skin.
“Billie, I’m going to fuck you hard now.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I drove into her faster, harder, deeper. Hitting her G-spot over and over again until the first tug of her orgasm gripped me.
Fuck. It grabbed hold of me, starting deep inside, then radiating outward and through me. She cried out, and I did too as we climaxed together, sharing the pleasure where passion burst and fused us in one hot blast of a release.
We both fell onto the bed, and I pulled her into the safety of my arms.
She turned into me and reached up to cup my jaw.
We were both trying to steady our breathing.
I looked at her. My beautiful Billie.
That was it. I wanted her to be mine. Just for me. Only for me.
The thought awakened my mind and allowed reality in. I wouldn’t hide my relationship with her. I didn’t want to.
A look of worry washed over her fine features, and again, I felt like she was reading my mind.
“I’m going to keep seeing you, Billie.”
“How? Your family will go crazy when they find out you’re seeing me.”
“I don’t care. I don’t. I don’t care. I want you.”
“I want you too.”
That was all I needed to hear.
Billie
True to his word, Chad took me home this morning.
We had one wild weekend, and I couldn’t wait to see him later.
It was utter madness. Crazy.
But I wanted crazy.
I couldn’t believe it. I’d signed up for crazy, and I couldn’t wait to add insane to it.
I got to the office on time and grabbed today’s paper with my story. There it was on the front page. I’d had a few front pagers before, but this was a big story.
I didn’t know what the follow-ups would be like because I felt bad now to practically attack Chad with my questions. It just didn’t seem right somehow. Especially since I knew he wasn’t in support of what was going on.
But I supposed I had to do it. I’d promised Miranda.
I’d just grabbed a skinny latte when I got a text message from her asking me to come to her office.
Of course, the first thing that popped into my head was that she wanted to talk to me about my raise. So, with a bright smile on my face, I dashed to her office.
My smile fell though, when I saw her face.
When I saw the look of intense disappointment on her face, my stomach squeezed, and I knew something was wrong.
She held up a copy of the Chicago Times and pointed at the picture on the front page.
The picture of Chad and me locked in the embrace of a hot kiss outside the Glass Globe on Saturday night.
Across the top of the page was the headline.
The Billionaire’s Girl
Chapter 12
Billie
My mouth…
My…
Everything stilled, and my heart stopped beating as I looked at the picture of Chad and me.
We hadn’t cared who was watching us because all that mattered was that we were together. We’d been so wrapped up in each other that nothing else existed.
I didn’t care, and nothing else mattered to me beside being with him. Going home with him and the prospect of being his.
My heart squeezed.
“Well, say something,” Miranda intoned. “Is it true?”
I didn’t know what part of the truth she was asking about. I needed to read the story. I needed to see what the story reported about us.
“I can explain,” I managed and pulled in a breath past the constriction in my chest.
“Explain? Billie, what can you possibly say? They’re calling the whole thing a publicity stunt on Arnauds’ part. More eyes on them makes them popular.”
“No, that’s not true.” I walked over and took the newspaper from her.
I read the first paragraph and almost heaved.
It said:
The Billionaires girl, the Chronicle’s very own Billie Harrington, had us all fooled when she shocked us with her exposé last week. Our hearts went out to the residents affected by Arnauds’ latest project, but it looks like it was nothing but a publicity stunt. Pictures don’t lie, and as we can see, this here is one happy couple.
God.
Shit. I’d been completely reckless and so wrapped up in Chad that I’d never seen this as a possible risk. It was reasonably foreseeable that he was being watched like a hawk, and I’d fallen into the trap.
I was such an idiot.
Fuck. I was such an idiot.
Mom. Oh God, Mom would have seen this paper. She had The Times delivered to her door every day. She had a subscription.
My heart dropped further than it already had when I opened the paper to the second page and saw a full picture of myself and Chad. Our faces were clear in this one, and we did look like a happy couple.
The caption under this image read:
Another one of Chad Arnaud’s women. The man with exotic tastes doesn’t have to do much to have women falling in his lap.
How long will it last?
I tried hard not to let that get to me, as well as the picture underneath with him and a blond woman who was an ex, then him with a model I knew was a Victoria Secret’s angel. I couldn’t remember her name. It was Brazilian.
Didn’t matter. They were both beautiful.
“Miranda, it wasn’t a publicity stunt,” I stated, bringing my thoughts back to the current situation.
“From where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that. He got you to broadcast the plan in a way to spread popularity and get the word out that Arnauds is building this luxury complex, and you used the popularity and the weight of such a story to try and get a raise.” She folded her arms and stared me down.
“No.” I shook my head. “Please no. You know me, Miranda. I wouldn’t do that. I would never do that, or anything like that. What happened is exactly what happened. I just happened to …” What did I say? “I just discovered he was a nicer person than I thought along the way. I can fix this. My piece that went out this morning should fix it.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late to talk about fixing anything. This morning was the last of this story. No more of it, and if we need to do any follow-ups, I’ll assign someone else. You now have a conflict of interest, and you’ve embarrassed our paper and made our integrity questionable.”
What could I say? She was right. I did do all those things.
“I didn’t mean to. You have to believe me.”
“Billie. Believing you is not the issue at work here. It’s the damage done and how it looks. I revoked my request for your raise, and I’m moving you to the lifestyle section.”
“What?” I gasped.
“You heard me. You’re lucky you still have a job. If you want to keep it, you need to sever your ties with Chad Arnaud.
I won’t allow you to damage the reputation of this paper. I won’t.”
“You want me to stop seeing him?” My heart hammered in my chest going a hundred miles an hour.
How could she tell me that?
“Yes. Billie, it’s ridiculous. You act like you’re in an actual relationship. The man is a billionaire playboy, and you were nothing but a toy. It’s pretty simple, but if you want to complicate things, then you know where the door is.”
That was it. All my years here, and this was the ultimatum.
I’d always respected Miranda for the strong woman she was, but this made me lose all my admiration for her.
And there it was again. That hopeless feeling that came with being a loser who had to do what she was told.
But how could I do it?
How would I tell Chad I couldn’t see him anymore?
I couldn’t believe I was even contemplating it.
Chad
“Chad, tell me, please…” Dad stared me down hard and cold, face set and firm like he was ready for war. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He threw the newspaper at me. The Times hit me straight in my face before it landed on the ground, flopping open to the second page that showed Billie and me and images of me with other women.
I’d seen the paper in the newsstand near the office just as I was about to step in for work. I would have called Billie, but Dad had been waiting for me. He was waiting to chew me out and call me out on my part in this story.
I didn’t doubt that Billie must know what was going on by now. What worried me was the fear of losing her.
I was used to being in the public eye. Not recently because I’d been away, but growing up, yes. Mostly because of Dad, so it was ironic that he was chewing me out.
“Chad,” he snapped at me.
“Dad, I told you it’s not what you think.”
“Okay, let me tell you what I think. Things were all set before this girl came on the scene. You went to the civic center and delivered your speech and happened upon her. How many guesses should I take to figure out that you wanted to get in her pants, so you tried to slow things down on our side to please this woman?”
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