The Big Billionaire

by Lexi Aurora

  “You want me? But how come? You think I’m so uptight!”

  “It’s an opinion I’m considering amending.”

  “Your father can’t know about this, Tyler, you know that, right? He can’t have any idea or else I’ll lose my job.”

  “Promise. He won’t hear a peep.”

  “Of course he won’t. It isn't like this means anything, right? You don’t do that kind of thing. It’s one-night stands or nothing at all, right?"

  “Hey, Keira?”

  “What?”

  “Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?”

  Her face flushed a bright red, and Tyler laughed, a giddy feeling he couldn’t quite understand spreading through him. He’d been with plenty of women, enough to be completely appalling to most people, and not with one of them had he felt this kind of electricity running through him. Not even with Camilla, who had been the only woman up to this point that truly excited him. If he’d been a man with even a small amount of caution, that realization might have given him pause. He wasn’t thinking with his head now, though—he was thinking with his dick, and any thoughts of doing anything other than plunging himself inside her were completely overshadowed. He stopped her embarrassment with another kiss, taking her face in both hands and pulling her in toward him so that he could smell the honeysuckle of her hair. The scent enveloped him entirely, everything about her so intoxicating he thought he was going to lose his shit completely. He could feel himself growing hard, so hard that it almost hurt, the way his cock was pushing against the cage of his jeans. And just when he was sure it was the limit, the absolute limit, her tongue slipped into his mouth, and he heard himself groan. He took one of her hands, dimly aware that she might slap the shit out of him for what he was about to do, and placed it lightly on top of where his prick was throbbing—throbbing for her. She hesitated for a moment—he could feel the hesitation—but then she did something he would hardly have allowed himself to hope for. Her hand began to move, slowly at first, uncertainly, but picking up both speed and confidence with the sharp intake of his breath.

  “This? Is this what you want?” she asked breathlessly, pulling back from him so that he could see her face flushed with something other than embarrassment for once. “Is this it?”

  He spoke no answer, instead letting his hands do the talking. They slid up the silky black dress she wore, snaked across the front of it until they found the full weight of her breasts, his hands tingling with the more he wanted of everything he was allowed of her. Again he waited for her to pull away, to tell him he was going too far, but instead, she sighed, arching her back so that he held her more firmly. The movement was enough to push him all of the way over the edge, and he pulled her toward him, meaning to have her on his lap if it killed him.

  “Hold on!” She laughed, a breathless, sexy sound that made his cock jump in his pants. “Take these off first.”

  He was so surprised to hear this from her that for a minute he didn’t even know what she was talking about. It wasn’t until she began to fumble with his zipper that he understood what she was after, and then he started to laugh, too, whether because he thought it was funny or because it was either that or lose whatever cool he still had left, he wasn’t totally sure. Either way, seconds later his pants and boxers were thrown across the floor where they would remain forgotten until the next day. After this was done, Tyler clutched at Keira’s waist again, pulling her toward him with a need that was almost scary. She came willingly enough, panting and ready for him, slinging one leg over him so that she straddled him where he sat.

  “This?” she breathed, her eyes bright and her skin hot to the touch. “This?”

  He nodded, his hand sliding up the soft skin of her inner thigh so that she trembled beneath him. When he found the mound of her sex, she let out a cry, then shuddered as his fingers slid inside the wetness already waiting for him. As he moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster as her hips caught his rhythm, he watched her face. Her hair was down and everywhere, just the way he had imagined it the first time he’d seen her, and her eyes were shut tightly. She bit her lower lip in a way that turned him on even more than he was already, and through her mouth, she let out a series of moans that were growing more intense with each flick of his talented fingers.

  “God! Oh my God, Tyler, I’m going to come! Oh God, I’m going to come!”

  And then her body was clamping down around him, her hands using his shoulders to brace herself so that she didn’t fall over with the force of it. He grinned, his fingers still moving quickly, riding out the waves of her orgasm, until she kissed him deeply and pulled his hand gently away. In one fluid motion, she moved her hand from his to his painfully erect member, holding it steady as she lowered herself onto it. He sucked in his breath, his own eyes shutting then, and took in the sensation of her delicious wetness closing him in. He pulled roughly at her dress, tugging it up so forcefully it was surprising it didn’t rip right up the middle. She pulled it the rest of the way up, and when he opened his eyes again, her perfect tits were right there in his face. He looked up at her face and saw her watching him, taking in his reactions as they came.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She smiled at that, and then her hips began to move. They moved slowly at first, driving him more deeply inside of her—and driving him fucking insane. He pulled her in closer to him, taking her nipples into his mouth one by one, running his tongue over them until they were hard enough to cut glass. He cried out, her arms twining around the back of his neck and using his body for leverage to help her speed herself up. The rocking motion of her hips pulled him deeper into her and then further away, made him feel as if he was made to be inside of her, as if he was made to fuck this girl. He could feel a trembling growing inside of himself, and his hands dropped down to her waist, signaling to her to go faster, something she did without having to be told twice. She rode him like a horse, until he felt her stiffen beneath his fingers, and she let out another cry that was basically a scream. The walls of her cunt closed in on him more tightly again, and he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. He let out a yell and spilled himself inside of her, coming harder than he had ever done in his life. After it was over, she rolled off him and the two of them lay there together until they both fell asleep in the early morning light.

  Chapter Six

  “You sure you want to do this? You look pretty uncomfortable if you want to know the truth.”

  “Truth? I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this. I do, Keira. I think it’s about time I started acting like a halfway decent human being.”

  Keira laughed and took Tyler by the hand, still feeling a little thrill over the fact that she was able to do something like that with the elusive, too handsome to live Tyler Evans. She had fought her attraction to him as best she could, but looking back on that fight, now it was painfully easy to see that it had been a lost cause. It seemed almost as if their first night on the couch together had been inevitable, only a matter of time, and now three weeks later she was more than glad about it. She had spent almost every night with him since that first one, and as far as she knew his dad was still none the wiser. All of this sneaking around—that and sleeping with a man like Tyler, to begin with—was totally unlike her, which was probably part of why it was so terribly enticing. In the end, she supposed it didn’t really matter. There was much more to Tyler than she ever gave him credit for, and she actually felt sort of guilty when she thought back on how nasty she had been in the beginning. Now she knew that Tyler was a lot more than what he allowed the tabloids to see, and she was lucky enough to be one of the few to see it. Not only that but now he was coming with her to the hospital to read to the sick children, something she’d been doing for years and hadn’t really thought he would be willing to do with her. He was nervous, that much was painfully obvious, but as she led him by the hand, she thought she also detected a h
int of excitement. He was glad to be doing something for somebody else, she was sure of it.

  “Here we are. This room is Delilah’s. She’s one of the girls I always make sure to read to.”

  “How old is she?”

  “She’s eleven.”

  “And she’s been here for a long time?”

  “Unfortunately, yes. Certainly longer than any child would want to be in a place like this.”

  “And what’s… what’s the matter with her?”

  “Cancer. I know it’s awful, and I can see from the look on your face that you think so too, but try not to let her see it. She only wants what most of these kids want.”

  “Which is what?”

  “To be treated like a normal child. That’s all. Not a major request, right? It can be super difficult, more difficult than you would believe sometimes, but it’s worth it to see them smile.”

  “Hey, Keira?”

  “Yes?”

  Her face burned when he said her name that way, made her think of that first sweaty night on his impossibly expensive leather couch, but she did her best to shrug it off. There would be plenty more time for that kind of thing after the hospital was over, but for now, they were going to do some good. Tyler’s father was beyond thrilled about it, assuming it was about an opportunity to have his son photographed doing something good for once, but for Keira, it wasn’t about that at all. It had ceased to be about the job and had become about him, about wanting him to be the man she knew he had inside of him. She reminded herself of this and then looked levelly at Tyler, waiting to see what it was he wanted to say to her.

  “You’re amazing, did you know that? You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

  And so the two of them entered little Delilah’s room and sat beside her bed, reading her whatever stories she asked for but, more importantly, just talking with her. Keira did most of the talking at first, but she gradually became quieter and quieter, giving Tyler the opportunity to understand the man he really was underneath all of the bullshit he’d allowed himself to believe was important. Sitting back and watching was the best part of the whole outing, and it allowed her to see for herself all of the best parts of Tyler Evans coming to the forefront. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t hear when Delilah asked Tyler if he was her favorite reader’s boyfriend. She almost missed the question, but she was pretty sure she couldn’t have missed Tyler’s answer, not in a million years. She couldn’t have forgotten the answer, because it was yes.

  Chapter Seven

  “Sir? Sorry to interrupt.”

  “Rosie, come on! No sir, okay? No more sir!”

  “Yes, sorry, sir, but it’s your father. He’s here to see you again.”

  Tyler groaned and rolled his eyes, moving his hand away from his intercom without bothering to respond. So that was where the return of the word "sir" had come from. It might as well have the code word for “Dad's here,” seeing as it was the only time Rosie ever felt compelled to use it. It had been almost two months since his dad had come to pay him an unexpected visit at the office, and as far as Tyler was concerned, that time had been blissful. When it came to Charles Evans, no visit was a good visit, and he was sorry to see the streak broken. Yet when his dad came striding into the office, he wore a very different expression than the one he’d worn the last time he’d been there, and before he even spoke he laughed loudly and genially.

  “Son! Good to see you. I can’t stay long, hope you don’t mind.”

  “Um, no, I don’t mind at all. What brings you here?”

  “Why, you do! I was driving by the office and thought it would do well to stop in and congratulate my son, who finally stopped acting like a jackass and got his shit together.”

  “How do you figure?”

  “That story on the front of Us Magazine? You with the cancer kids? That was priceless! Keira was worth every penny I paid her, that’s for sure. I may even keep her on indefinitely, so long as you think you can stand it.”

  “I’m pretty sure I can manage. Do you want a drink or something? We’re getting close to six o’clock.”

  “No, no, I can’t stay. I’m on my way to dinner. Just wanted to tell you that you’re doing a good job. I’m glad to see it, Tyler. Glad to see you got on board with the way of the world.”

  Without even giving Tyler the chance to reply, Charles Evans turned and strode right back out of the office. Tyler just sat for a minute, just sat and shook his head at how utterly bizarre the turns of the world would be. He pressed the intercom again when he finally came back to himself, finding that he’d been sitting there for more than an hour. He pressed the intercom once more, grimacing a little when Rosie promptly answered.

  “Tyler? Do you need something?”

  “No, but you do. Go home, Rosie. I’m sorry I kept you so long. I’ll be on my way out in a couple of minutes, so go home. Make me feel like a little less of an asshole for keeping you so late.”

  “All right, Tyler,” Rosie answered with a laugh. “If you say so. But only if you promise me you won’t stay too long after I’m gone.”

  “I promise. Go on now.”

  Rosie said that she would do just that, and pretty soon Tyler could tell that he was probably the only one left in the whole building. There was a feeling an empty building gave you, a certain feeling that he used to hate but that over the last two months he’d come to sort of like. He poured himself a glass of scotch and watched the clock, killing time until it was time for him to go and pick Keira up. He allowed his thoughts to get caught up in the anticipated feel of Keira’s skin beneath his hands and became so wrapped up in it that he didn’t even hear the sound of his office door opening. He only became aware of another person in the room when he smelled perfume. It was a very familiar perfume, one that he had come to hate and would still recognize anywhere.

  “Tyler, my love.”

  “Camilla? What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Come now,” she pouted, her thick dyed-blonde hair pulled up into a knot on top of her head and her lip poking out at him like a sulky kid. “Is that any way to greet your wife?”

  “Ex. You aren’t my wife anymore, Camilla. You made sure of that when you spent our whole short marriage messing around behind my back.”

  “But that’s why I’ve come! It was a mistake, love. I’ve come to beg your forgiveness. I’ve come to get you back.”

  Before he had time even to form the words needed to tell her to go fuck herself, Camilla had crossed his office and planted himself firmly on his lap. He tried to push her off, but her arms were tight around his neck, and she pulled herself closer to him despite his protests.

  “Come on, Tyler, you know we’re meant to be together.”

  “Bullshit, we are.”

  “We are, and you know it. Kiss me and tell me you don’t feel it anymore. Kiss me, and if you tell me you don’t feel it I’ll go away—brokenhearted, but I’ll go.”

  And she leaned forward and kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth and kissing him with an enthusiasm he didn’t think she’d ever used when the two of them had been together. For a minute he was terrified that he would feel something, that despite all of the crap she’d pulled, he would still feel something for this woman. When there was nothing, he could have thrown a parade of celebration. He pulled away from her, ready to tell her to get lost and to do so for good when a broken, strangled voice spoke from the office door. He knew who it was immediately, just as he knew that he was in a whole world of trouble he hadn’t asked for at all.

  “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m happy for the two of you.”

  Then, before he could stand up and insist it wasn’t what it looked like, Keira was gone, fleeing his office as if she was fleeing the devil himself.

  Chapter Eight

  “Keira? There’s someone here to see you.”

  “Tell him to go away. Tell him I don’t ever want to see him again.”

  Kei
ra spoke from around the pillow she had her face firmly planted in, a pillow that lay on the bed that had pretty much been her home for the last two weeks. Ever since she’d walked into Tyler’s office, intent on surprising him a little early for their date, she’d been sure that she would never want to leave her bed again. What a fool she had been to think that Tyler really cared about her, that he could ever change the kind of person he was. And now he had the nerve to show up at her front door? To act like nothing had ever happened? Well, screw him, she thought bitterly, trying very hard to pretend not to notice the tears that had again begun to flow down her cheeks. Screw him and his stupid promises, his claiming of her as a girlfriend. She’d never fall for somebody like him again, not for as long as she lived. She was never going to leave her room again if she could help it.

  “All right, that’s enough of this shit,” Christie said hotly, actually stamping her foot so loudly that Keira could hear it. “It’s time for this to stop. I’m going to read you something, and if you still don’t want him to come in, I’ll tell him to get lost. Deal? Good.”

  And so Christie began to read an article from a magazine, which Keira tried to ignore at first, then sat up and listened to it feeling as though she had lost the ability to breathe. It was Tyler—Tyler’s words given in a letter he’d sent to her by way of every magazine and paper that would take it. He said all of the things a woman hoped to hear but mostly never did. He told her how sorry he was, how much less of a man he’d been before her. He told her that his life would never be as good without her in it, that he would never again be so happy. In the end, he told her that he loved her, and it was those words that finally got her to her feet.

  “And he’s here? He’s here right now?”

  “He is, looking like a puppy that got kicked.”