The Marriage Mistake_A Billionaire Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  She's soaking wet and panting in my arms.

  We're both still climaxing and it's fucking incredible.

  She unleashes around my rock-hard cock. I feel her pussy tightening and I come into her at the same time. We're united in the most extreme way.

  The feeling of it, being with her is incomparable. It's just not fucking normal. This is what has me thinking about her all day and night.

  I know she's probably thinking about it too. It probably scares her. But it doesn't scare me. I just want to move ever closer to whatever this is.

  If that means having sex like this all the time, then count me in. I'm at the point where I will never even look at another woman. I won’t admit it, but I'm becoming obsessed with Jenna, possessed by her.

  This attraction is on a whole new level. I swear to God, if I see another guy flirt with her, I'll fucking explode. I need her. She better know it's gonna be all me all the time from now on.

  I pump what feels like gallons of cum inside of her. It starts to drip out the sides.

  "Jenna, that was..." I trail off.

  "Fucking intense?" she says.

  Her response makes me laugh. I set her down and she tries to compose herself. There's cum all over her dress and legs.

  I inspect her back and I see that there are red marks where the wall hit up against her.

  I touch them tenderly.

  "These are gonna bruise. I'm sorry, Jenna."

  “It's okay. I know you didn't mean to hurt me like that on purpose. It's just part of the..."

  "Intensity?" I say.

  Her eyes are dancing with laughter.

  "Exactly."

  I zip my pants and decide it's time to get away from the stairwell.

  "Let's get out of here," I say.

  "Fine by me."

  "Now the question is how do we get out of here?" I say looking around for an exit.

  I got her here so quickly that I can't remember where we are in the building.

  "This way," she says and she's already down a flight of stairs opening a door for me. "I don't know where this leads, but let's try it."

  I follow her out and we walk past some offices. We're probably not supposed to be on this floor, but it doesn't matter. I do what I want. And for once, I'm following Jenna.

  She finds an elevator and we ride down. Both of us have smirks on our faces, thinking about what just happened.

  It's nice to have some levity to lighten the emotional toll of everything that just went down. I'm connected to her in a way that is so intense, I don't know how to deal with it. So, for now, we'll just put that on the back burner until the need arises again.

  I lead her out of the elevator and into the main lobby. Hopefully, no one notices the cum stains on her dress.

  I call my guy with the limo and it's there waiting for us by the time we approach the front doors.

  We walk out into the crisp air and it feels good on my skin. It got pretty heated in there. While it's not yet Spring, it's not Winter anymore either. The perfect time to be in New York.

  My driver opens the door for her and we get in. I'm excited to take her back to my penthouse. It's my lair, where I like to bring women, but she's different.

  I really care about what she thinks, and though it is high unusual for me, I know I'm ready to share my home with her.

  The driver pulls away, and New York is exciting as ever. The city's always buzzing, and I love that.

  I offer to make her a drink from the bar in the limo.

  "I need a drink, do you?" I ask.

  "I definitely need a drink," she says. "Will you take a shot of tequila with me?"

  Okay, so she's feeling in that mood. Tequila shots can only mean one thing...more fun.

  I pour us both a drink of the most superb tequila on the planet. It's an expensive bottle that I keep readily on hand in the limo. Sometimes, it's nice not to be the driver so I could bask in the glory of being driven around the city.

  "Here you go," I say handing her the glass.

  "To stairwells," she says.

  "To glass balconies," I meet her in the middle.

  We clink glasses, and both take down the shot which goes down smooth like tequila should. I pour us both another. We need it after the experience we just had.

  "You know," she says, opening the sunroof. "I've never fucked in a limo."

  I smile at her. I've definitely fucked in a limo. But if she's willing to have a new experience, I'm willing to give it to her.

  I set the glasses down and come between her legs, so I can get to her properly.

  First, I kiss her mouth and then I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. Once I'm there, I remove the flimsy straps of her little silver dress so I can snake it down off her body.

  I gently kiss her torso, her taut beautiful stomach that trembles beneath my lips. And then I'm at her sweet goddamn pussy that I'm still aching for.

  I spread her legs wide and have the perfect view of her beautiful little cunt.

  I go down on her and suck out the juices of what's left from our stairwell experience. I have her spread so wide, that she's at my mercy. I imagine she's feeling most vulnerable here.

  I get so turned on going down on women, but Jenna tastes better than ever.

  I taunt and tease her pussy with my tongue. I circle her clit and make it open up.

  She's moaning, and her body stiffens as that she clutches at the seatbelts trying to get a hold of something.

  She's so warmed up already, this is gonna be easy. I focus on her clit and rotate my tongue in a thousand circles until at last, she's exploding beneath my mouth.

  I feel her tense up, and I feel the explosion as it passes along my lips. She's quivering.

  She breathes my name and I like to hear it as I drive her over the edge. It just turns me on so much, a taste would not be enough. Before she's quite come back to reality, I unzip my pants and slide my hard cock all the way in.

  Her pussy is sopping wet and that's the way I like it. She's wet for need of me. I plunge into her so deeply, that I feel entirely wrapped up. Her pussy's so tight as it throbs around my cock.

  "Oh God, Braden. I can't take it," she says.

  "You have to," I say as I thrust into her.

  She feels so fucking good. It's a lot like last time but different. This is a little rougher as I can't hold back.

  I pump into her so deep, that she's crying out my name. I muffle the noise with my lips, my hands, anything to keep her quiet. She's gonna give us away to the limo driver.

  She's ready to come, I can tell, so I deliver it home. I explode at the same time as she does. Once again, I can't contain the streaming flow of cream that shoots out of me. What is it with this girl that she causes me to come like that?

  I'm addicted to this, and to her, that's for sure.

  She's absolutely spent, I can tell. Small vibrations are buzzing throughout our bodies. The limo drives up to my building. We're home.

  I zip up my pants just in time for the driver to open the door. It looks like we haven't been up to anything at all.

  I take her inside and show her off. Everyone knows me in this building and they know me as a womanizer, but never have I had someone like this on my arm. I take my trench coat and drape it over her shoulders to shield her cum-stained dress from prying eyes.

  "I want you to stay over tonight," I say.

  She looks at me nervously before saying, "Okay."

  I know this is a big step for her. She wants to keep her boundaries and all that shit. But I'm not having any of it. I'm done with the games. I want Jenna, and I'm not gonna be done with her for the entire night.

  Things are just getting started.

  We go to my private VIP elevator and ride it all the way up to the top. It opens to my penthouse.

  She walks in and smooths her hands appreciatively over all my leather couches and furniture. She inspects all the art and all the decorum. I can see Jenna's used to being in billionaire's ap
artments because she luxuries like this don’t excite her.

  I know she doesn't fuck them, but she works with them. Money doesn't impress her. She's so smart that she can make all the money in the world.

  I guess I'll have to find other ways to impress her, but that won't be hard.

  Everything in my place is a piece of me. With the help of a designer, we've established a smooth and luxe neutral feel. It's all blacks, grays, and whites. The epitome of chic luxury.

  It's safe to say my penthouse reflects my personality. All the art is handpicked. I put special care into this place. Letting her see it, and letting her stay here is a big deal.

  I know she recognizes that, and it makes her nervous. We're getting into this thing ever deeper. We're so far in that I'm not sure there's a way out anymore.

  "You have exquisite taste," she says.

  I go to the bar and immediately start shaking her up another drink.

  "No, you're just saying that. I know you've seen all manner of penthouses in this town."

  She walks up to me and takes a seat at the bar.

  "No really. It's beautiful in here, Braden."

  Well, I'm glad she seems to like it, but now I really don't care. My only motive at this point is getting Jenna into my bedroom.

  I make her cocktail and hand it to her.

  "We need to get you cleaned up."

  I'm dying to get her into a bath or shower. To see water cascade over her beautiful skin will get me rock-hard again. Besides, I know she's tired and a shower will rejuvenate her.

  "Come on," I say.

  She follows me through the master bedroom.

  Everything is exquisite, as she said. I have an oversized bed with the most expensive furniture you can imagine adorning any room. And the floor-to-ceiling windows look out over the entire city.

  But I shut it all out with one push of a button. The automatic blinds come down and we're alone, in the darkened room.

  She wants to lie down on the bed, feeling tired from all the intense sex we had. But I pick her up in my arms and take her into the master bathroom where I run a warm shower.

  "This will feel good," I say. "Trust me."

  I get her out of her dress and she steps into the shower, nude. I take a minute to just look at her. She's like a goddamn goddess that's for sure.

  I've never seen tits like those on such a beautiful body. Her skin is smooth, there's not a flaw on her. She stands under the rain-head shower and lets it flow over her pitch-black hair. I can tell it must feel good to her aching muscles and I'm keen to join her.

  I undress and get in. I hold her for a while in there. I just wrap my arms around her in intimate silence.

  What's happening to me? I'm not like this.

  I wash her down with my expensive soap, taking special care to stroke her pussy in gentle ways. I clean her up, and she cleans me up.

  Then we get out and she steps into one of my terrycloth robes.

  She's exhausted I can tell. So am I.

  I take her into the master bedroom and she curls up on my giant bed. She goes to sleep so quickly and comfortably that I wonder at it. I'm not necessarily one to have a woman sleepover. This is kind of new to me.

  I lay down next to her and just watch her sleep for a while.

  I want to fuck her again but before I can make good on that idea, my own eyes are softly closing and all I dream about is Jenna.

  Jenna

  There's a man in a suit, and he's trying to get me.

  He chases me around the building because I have the information he needs.

  I run and tuck myself in a darkened alley corner to get away.

  He swiftly moves past my position and doesn't find me.

  I breathe out a sigh of relief, but I know this is not over.

  They'll find me eventually.

  My heart pounds with fear.

  And then I wake up.

  A cold sweat covers my body.

  It was just a nightmare. My body is frozen in fear, and yet I feel his arms around me. His strong arms encompass every part of me, and I oddly feel safe.

  Warmth rises to my cheeks again, and I feel flushed, full of life.

  The nightmare fades, but the meaning doesn't. I will have to answer to the FBI at some point. And it could mean jail for me, for Braden, and for everyone. What will I do?

  The impossible choice looms its heady shadow over me once again. I can't do this anymore. I have to do something one way or another. Either I tell Braden what's going on, or I get the information I need.

  I can't live in limbo anymore.

  For a moment, I let myself relax into the fact that Braden's body surrounds my own and that together, we make a cozy nest in his large bed. The grey sheets and duvet cover us and keep us warm. Not a shade of light enters the room as he has the automatic blinds drawn shut. It's black in here.

  I feel his chest rising and falling. I listen to his breathing. He's all I want, all I've ever wanted.

  I have no idea what time it is because of the darkness surrounding me. I reach for my watch ever so gently on the night table. It's 5:30 AM, my usual waking hour.

  Images from last night cross my mind. The balcony, the stairwell...it was magical.

  We fucked several times more in this bed. It's like he couldn't get enough of me, nor I him. There's this pull between us, this ravenous desire to be together―and last night finally fulfilled some of that wantonness.

  While I feel like it means that something more is growing between us, and while I feel more intimate with him, I'm also unsure about the future. Nothing can be decided as of now.

  Braden may not be a one-woman kind of guy. I have yet to determine that. But my feelings haven't changed; they only grow deeper every second that I'm around him.

  I've never let someone penetrate my soul the way I’ve let him in. I hope I'm not opening up too far too fast.

  Though I could stay here, curled up with him forever, I recognize the fact that this could be my one opportunity to make a move towards finding the information I need.

  I'm sad to leave the warm bed and the feeling of his arms around me, but slowly I extricate myself from his grasp. I am ever so careful not to wake my sleeping man. He's so hot, even when he’s in dreamland.

  I place one foot on the floor and then the other. It's freezing in here, and I'm naked.

  I seek around in the dark for my dress, or better yet, a sheet, just something to wrap myself up in. My cum-stained dress from last night will not do.

  I go to his master bathroom and into his closet where I find all manner of cashmere sweaters. I pull on a heather grey one and a pair of his sweats. Warm at last.

  Then I splash some water on my face and once again judge my own eyes, wondering if I'm the type of person who could do something like this. Can I betray the person I'm growing to care about? Can I betray the rest of the league just to save myself and my team?

  The answer evades me, and I look away from myself in disgust. I'm used to having a stronger moral compass than this. Usually, I know exactly which way to turn.

  This could be either my undoing or his. I have to decide soon.

  I tiptoe around his room and leave to sleep, hopefully dreaming for me and not having nightmares like I had.

  I walk the length of the hall and admire his place in the very early light of day. The guy really has good taste.

  In the kitchen, I quietly find a glass and pour some orange juice. I make an espresso out of the machine in the wall, and that's enough to get me going, to clear my foggy mind from everything that happened last night.

  It's time. No more stalling. I have to seek some information about the technology he's developing.

  A part of me hopes that it's so well hidden, I won't be able to find it and then that'll be my answer.

  I find his office in the palatial pad. It's a book-lined room, chic and modern as ever. His desk is right there in front of me, the essential Promised Land.

  I can do this.

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sp; I don't have to do anything with the information. I can keep it under wraps, and no one has to know I have it. But this is my only chance to get it. So until I make my decision, I at least need to know that I have what the FBI wants.

  Maybe somehow I can leverage myself out of this. Make a deal for Braden.

  Or maybe I can replicate his technology and take the blame for him. I don't know. But there has to be a way.

  For now, I sort through his desk looking for my answer. I'm curious to know his secret. I've been wondering for ages what he's implemented to make his car go so fast.

  I wish this was a personal mission of uncovering knowledge, but unfortunately, it might be a government one.

  I rifle through all the paperwork. For such a tidy guy, his desk is a mess. I sort through the drawers of his desk and find that one of them has a lock on it but it's open. He didn't bother to lock, probably thinking his information was at least safe in his own penthouse.

  And now I feel worse than ever, because I know before I even look that the information I need is in there. I feel so bad for doing this to Braden that I almost want to turn away, but to back out now would mean that I no longer have a choice in what to do.

  I've got to get the information to at least hold my options open.

  I open the drawer though my head pounds. Then I see the blueprints. I pull them out and spread them across the desk.

  It's all here in front of me. Oh, my God, I see how he's done it. He's using an afterburner technology that is out of this world. I never expected he's be tuned into this kind of thing.

  What he's doing is highly illegal, and it makes sense now that the FBI would want him locked up for it. But I can tell by the plans that Braden's also on the cusp of something new, and that the FBI will also want this information to use for their own engines. They probably need a person as much of a genius as Braden on their side.

  He's accessed a far greater breadth of knowledge than they were aware of. Maybe he refused to give it to them or refused to work for them? I don't know, but looking at the plans makes it all apparent as to why Braden's in so much trouble.

  They probably want these blueprints more than anything. More than putting him or the other crew members behind bars, they want the info.