Billionaire Playboy

by Terry Towers

  Or was this just another angle for him? Instead of pursuing me, he was holding back so I’d come to him.

  I didn’t know.

  “Once you’re done getting a shower and putting on fresh clothes, come downstairs and dinner will be ready.” I gave my daughter a kiss on the forehead before dismissing her.

  Chapter 17

  Abigail

  Dinner was already eaten, Isabella was in bed, and I was lounging in Devon’s personal hot tub with candles burning and mellow music playing from my phone when Devon arrived home.

  It doesn’t matter. Why does it matter? I told myself, closing my eyes and sinking back into the hot water. Even though I was in his bathroom hot, I hoped he’d simply go back downstairs after changing and get something to eat. The bathroom door was closed so hopefully he’d just leave.

  He didn’t.

  “Fuck,” he groaned to what he thought was an empty room, opening the bathroom door and stripping out of his boxer briefs, unaware that I was hunkered down into the water to my shoulders. Not even looking in my direction, he turned on the shower and was about to step in when he seemed to realize there was music playing.

  “What in the hell?” His scanned the massive bathroom until his eyes settled on me.

  “Hey.” I lifted my hand and gave a little wave, smiling timidly.

  Shit, I should have worn a bathing suit. I sunk down a little further, to my chin.

  My gaze dipped to his penis – I couldn’t help it, don’t judge me.

  This was the first time I think I’d seen him speechless. He just stared at me as I stared back at him.

  “I thought I’d relax. I wasn’t sure when you’d be home.”

  Slowly, a sly smile crept onto his face. “If you wanted to seduce me, there’s a lot of easier ways to go about it.”

  “I was not trying to seduce you!”

  “I see and so that’s why you’re naked in my hot tub. In my personal hot tub when you knew I was going to be home soon.”

  That cocky grin of his refused to fade; if anything, it grew even more smug. “You didn’t tell me when you were coming home. I cooked an amazing roast chicken by the way!” I was actually getting angry. How dare he! “The least you could have done was notify me that you were going to be late.”

  Crossing his arms over his chest, he seemed unperturbed by my tirade. “You missed me.”

  “I did not.”

  “You. Missed. Me. Admit it.”

  “You’re even more full of yourself then I originally thought. I’ll give you a round of applause, I really didn’t think that was possible.”

  He leaned into the shower and turned off the water.

  Good, he’s leaving and putting me out of my misery.

  Devon then began advancing toward the hot tub.

  Oh shit, is he going to get in? Oh shit, oh shit.

  “I’m naked in here.”

  “I’m naked as well. I can’t see that as a problem.” As he spoke, I couldn’t help it, I looked down the length of his body and inhaled sharply. His dick was beginning to rise.

  “And you seem quite interested in my cock.”

  I’m sure my face was flush from the heat of the hot tub, but I’m pretty confident it was lobster red. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, they were burning so hot.

  “What are you doing?” Panic began to rush through me. I couldn’t escape the situation. Not unless I wanted to get out of the tub and strut across the room dripping for him to feast his eyes on. If I were a different person, I’d show him he didn’t have an effect on me and that he couldn’t make me cower. But I wasn’t. I was me. And that person was currently to mortified to do anything but watch him slowly approach.

  He was enjoying my discomfort. Bastard.

  “I was going to take a hot shower to unwind, but you have me thinking the hot tub is a much better alternative.”

  “B-b-but I’m using it,” I sputtered.

  “It’s a four-person tub. There’s lots of room for three.”

  “Three?” I raised a brow. What in the hell was he talking about?

  Chuckling, he glanced down at his penis and then back to me.

  My mouth dropped open for a split second, not sure how to respond to that comment. Giving myself a mental shake, I scowled up at him. “Really cute, Devon. Seriously, I’m naked.” Despite my anger, I couldn’t help the warmness beginning to emerge between my legs. He was very well-endowed. It had both the thickness and length to be completely satisfying. Considering the amount of conquests he’d no doubt had, I would bet he was amazing in the sack.

  Of course, on the other hand, maybe he was one of those guys that got by on his looks and money and so didn’t feel he needed to satisfy a woman in bed. Maybe the women he’s slept with had left their undergarments behind not as a token of their night together, but because they wanted out of the situation ASAP, in case they ended up having to endure another round of mediocre fucking.

  As much as I wanted to believe the latter, I didn’t think that was the case.

  “Yes, so you’ve stated. Don’t worry, I’ve seen naked women before.” He stepped to the edge of the hot tub and gingerly dipped a toe into the water.

  “Right, but you haven’t seen me naked before.”

  He shrugged. “Close enough that my imagination can fill in the gaps.” As he spoke, his dick did a little jerk and rose a bit more.

  Time to pull out the big guns and maybe embarrass him as much as he was embarrassing me. “And you’ve got a hard-on!” I motioned to his cock. “It’s totally inappropriate. Is it that easy to get you turned on. Are you a sixteen-year-old boy?”

  “Just because I’ve seen a naked woman before doesn’t mean I can’t be aroused looking at you through the bubbles, pretending to be shy and sinking as far as you can under the water.” As he spoke, he lowered himself into the tub, directly opposite of me and leaned back, closing his eyes. “This is so nice, I’m glad you swayed me into doing this. Much better than a shower, and after the day I’ve had it’s much needed.”

  He completely brushed off my jab. I was slightly disappointed. I could make a run for it right now while he’s relaxing. But who was I kidding. I’m about as clumsy as they came. If I rushed from the tub, I’d probably fall and split my damned head open. If I thought this was humiliating, then being hauled out of here by EMT’s with a bloody concussion would be doubly so.

  “I didn’t invite you, remember.”

  He opened a single eye as he addressed my comment. “You were in my private hot tub, naked, when you knew I was arriving home.”

  “As I said, I was just borrowing it. I didn’t know when you were getting home.”

  He opened his other eye to gaze directly into mine. Those grey eyes of his pierced right through me, sending a jolt of desire through me. “Denying your desires can be hazardous to your health.”

  “You’re so full of it.”

  “It’s entirely true. There’s been studies. Sex can help with high blood pressure. Strengthen your immune system. Look it up, you’ll be surprised.”

  I sat up straight in the tub to address his comment, momentarily forgetting I was naked and displaying my breasts for his eyes to feast on. “Let me get this straight: you’re saying you fuck random women nightly for the health benefits?”

  Chuckling, he shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

  Why not, indeed.

  When his gaze lowered to my chest, I immediately became aware how exposed I was to him. As much as I wanted to sink back down into the water, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. They were just boobs; whatever, he’d seen them already anyhow. I was a little annoyed at how rock solid my nipples were, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. He had a near hard-on, so if anyone should be embarrassed it should be him.

  But he wasn’t. He was proud of it. Which was making me even more uneasy. No matter how hard I tried to turn the tables on him, nothing worked. The man had no shame.

  With a sigh, I sank back into the tub.
What could I do? He had me over a barrel and at his mercy.

  Suddenly, he frowned. “What is this music you’re playing?”

  “It’s easy listening.”

  “Sounds like waterfalls? And birds?” His frowned deepened. “Do you listen to anything besides nature sounds.”

  Giving my head a shake, I rolled my eyes at him, hoping I could demonstrate my annoyance without words. Closing my eyes, I tried to drone him out.

  I couldn’t. Just when I’d thought I was safe, I felt his foot rub against my inner leg. The gesture gave me such a start that I gasped and sat up again, my eyes going wide as my breasts burst forth from the bubbly water.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked staring at him.

  “What do you mean?” There was that damned, wicked grin of his again. It may work on other women, but not me.

  “Your foot.”

  “Sorry, I was just getting comfortable.” As he spoke, his foot moved again, further upwards, almost to my crotch.

  This time I was prepared for it. There was no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of a gasp or any indication that he was affecting me in any way. In fact, I was tempted to give him a piece of his own medicine. Maybe brush my foot against his balls. What would he think of that? Would that crack his smug façade?

  As I contemplated my next move his foot reached the apex between my legs. I jumped. I couldn’t fucking help it. All my effort to remain cool, shattered as the ball of his foot cupped my mound.

  Foot fucking me? Seriously. He was one class act.

  But I would give him one thing. He’d gotten to me. If I shifted out of his reach or kicked up a fuss, he’d win. If I gave him a taste of his own medicine, he just might like it, or be encouraged by it. I was ten days from the finish line – just ten days.

  I would not allow anything to get in the way now. Especially, not the temptation of Devon Townstead!

  I’d just leave. I’d smile, make like what he was doing to me wasn’t a big deal. Stand, get out of the tub and leave. Yes, he’d see my naked body, but then again, what did it matter? If anything, it would empower me.

  Yes, let him feast his eyes on what he’d never get. He might pull in a lot of women, but I was not on the menu.

  As casually as I could, I said. “I’m starting to prune up.” I showed him my hand, which had indeed wrinkled from being in the water to long. “Time to get out.”

  “Uh-huh.” He was blocking my exit and didn’t even attempt to shift to get out of my way. Well, damn. Since my half of the tub was against the wall, I’d have to suck it up and exit next to his head.

  Whatever. No big deal.

  Standing, I kept my eyes straight ahead, not wanted to see his eyes drinking in every inch of my exposed body from the thighs up. “Excuse me.” I murmured as I stepped on the first ledge next to him.

  But in my hasty retreat, my foot didn’t get proper grounding and slipped. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself tumbling forward and down. I clutched at thin air as a scream escaped my lips.

  As I fell, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my hips. Before I even knew what was happening or how it could even happen, I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with Devon, my lips mere inches from his. But there was something even worse than being within kissing distance to his lips, that being the fact that when he “saved” me, I became repositioned so that I was straddling him, his shaft settled between my legs.

  I was in serious trouble now…

  Chapter 18

  Devon

  This wasn’t exactly my intention. She slipped and fell on her own accord. I had nothing to do with that. I will admit, however, that I seized the opportunity to turn the situation into one that would benefit me.

  I’ll be honest. I was rock hard and as horny as hell, and I needed to fuck worse at that moment than ever in my life. She was driving me to insanity. I didn’t even have any interest in other women at this point; the only one I wanted or needed was her. By joining her in the hot tub, I had planned on teasing her a bit. I loved seeing her blush and pretend she wasn’t at least a little bit curious and interested. Come on, we’d been living together and spending a large amount of time in each other’s presence over the past few weeks.

  When she slipped, I grasped both her hips to keep her from hurting herself, but also so I could position her exactly how I wanted her, straddling my hips.

  So now what? I had her ruffled. I could see it in her expression when she looked down on me. But there was also something else, desire.

  She wanted me. I’d suspected the feelings growing within her, but now I was finally seeing it.

  Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she continued to stare down at me like a deer trapped in the headlights. An extremely sexy and desirable deer.

  As much as I wanted to fist her locks and pull her lips down to mine, I held back. I suspected that, like a deer, any wrong move in this precarious situation would have her rushing from the hot tub, and I might not have another chance like this again.

  My jaw clenched as the raw desire within me burned stronger than ever. My cock felt so good against her mound. One shift and I’d be in her. Oh sweet Jesus, one shift and I’d finally feel her taking me in, something I’d been jacking off to for some time now.

  But if I did nothing, she may decide to bolt and then the opportunity would be over.

  Shit…

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Abigail

  Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…

  I was torn. I’ve never been so conflicted in my life.

  His hands felt so fucking good on my hips. His dick was enticing me. I wanted him in me more than anything else I’ve wanted in my life.

  What would it hurt to give in anyhow?

  And his lips… It would take someone with much more strength and willpower than me to resist those lips.

  It was at that moment that I realized that my hands were on his shoulders. His hard, muscular shoulders. I loved a man’s shoulders, strange I know, but I do. His shoulders were wide, with defined muscle. Stunning. My hands slowly slipped down his chest.

  “Devon…” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure what I planned on saying beyond that. The word just came out.

  It took a moment for him to respond, as if he were as uncertain of the situation as I was. But he couldn’t be uncertain. Could he? He was always so sure of everything.

  “Yes.” His response was soft, but I could hear the lust in his voice. Or perhaps it was just my imagination – hard to say.

  His lips were so close to mine. So very, very close.

  Just. Once.

  Before I could give what I was about to do a second thought, I closed the remaining inch of distance between us, my lips ghosting across his. They were soft and tasted faintly of whiskey.

  Pull away. Just get away, a voice in the back of my mind screamed. But the moment my lips touched his, any ounce of reason went out the window and my body and pent up desires took over. I couldn’t pull away and didn’t want to anyway, even if I refused to admit it to myself.

  His hips slipped down to my buttocks, gently squeezing. As he grasped my ass, he pulled me down onto him, making me gasp against his lips as the head of his dick threatened to breach my entrance. My heartrate accelerated at the thought of him entering me.

  My hands slipped back to his shoulders, my fingertips digging into the hard muscle. The muscle flexed under my fingertips. No one could ever have guessed how ripped this man was under the layers of clothing he normally wore.

  Lowering my lips to his, I kissed him again. Fuck the consequences and aftermath. This was for me. I needed him and I was going to take what I wanted. No guilt. No fault. Just him. This time, my kiss was more demanding as I rubbed my mound against him. I was temped to just take him – I doubted he’d protest – but no, I wanted to savor this feeling of anticipation for just a little longer before diving in for the main course.

  Our tongues began an erotic dance that sent chills of antici
pation through me, and I moaned against his lips. His hands began their journey up my back and then slipped around to my breasts.

  Tearing his lips from mine, he began a trail of kisses along my jawline and to my neck. God, I loved it when a man kissed my neck, it was like an pleasure button that was attached directly to my pussy.

  And then he was there, his lips and teeth gently nipping at the tender flesh. I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access as I gripped tighter to his shoulders. “Devon. Oh, God.”

  My body began to move on its own, gyrating against his hips, the head of his dick working its way between the folds of my pussy and gently rubbing, causing delicious friction against my throbbing clit.

  His hands moved to my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs circling my hardening nipples. Closing my eyes, I cleared my mind and allowed the feelings to wash over me. Tonight, I’d have tonight. I deserved to feel good for once.

  His lips began travelling downward to my collarbone. I knew where he was heading and the knowledge made the fire between my legs burn hotter than ever. And I was right, his hands left my breasts as his lips reached the center of my chest.

  There was hesitation and my body went rigid as I waited for him to move lower. After what felt like an excruciating long time his head dipped and he began moving lower down the valley between my breasts. Anticipating what he intended on doing, I arched my back, giving him better access to my breasts, while holding tight to his shoulders.

  He kissed the inner side of each of my breasts, the warmth of his breath sending shivers through me as I continued to gyrate against him. All I had to shift just right and he’d be in me, my core taking his full length, but I refused to allow this to end so quickly.

  Lips choosing a breast, his tongue lashed out, swirling around one large, dark hardened nipple. His tongue moved in circular motions around the bud, making me groan out in frustration, while his hand teased the nipple of my free breast.

  Just as his lips finally closed around my nipple, his fingertips pinched the nipple on my other breast. Oh god, the jolt that raced through me was exquisite, sending me almost to the brink.