I walked into the lobby and up to the front desk. There was a lump in my throat and I swallowed to try to calm my voice before speaking to the clerk.
“Hi, um, there’s a key here I’m supposed to get, um, I mean, you have it for me and I need it.”
“Your name?” the man asked.
“Abbie.” He looked at me and smiled. “White,” I added. “I’m Abbie White.”
He typed something on the computer, nodded and passed me a key card. “Here you go, Ms. White. Room three-eighteen, third floor. The elevators are to the left.”
“Thanks,” I said, snatching the card before he could notice my trembling hand.
When I reached the door, I inhaled sharply and tapped my card to the sensor. I stepped into the room, lit only by the dim light of a desk lamp. The door closed behind me.
With my hand on the doorknob I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Jay walked to me, the light at his back casting an eerie glow around his frame.
“Abbie, are you okay?” He took my free hand and pulled me from the door and into his arms.
My heart pounded in my throat, preventing me from speaking. I nodded my head. He hugged me tighter, and I felt at home, back where I belonged. I took a few deep breaths, trying to rationalize with myself. Bargain with myself over the issues. If he could explain Calvin, then I would allow myself to sink into his embrace. And only if. But I’d already sunken into his embrace.
I kicked myself. I couldn’t forget the reason I was here or allow myself to forget all the strangeness of the past week – the no contact, the note, the bar. Jenny’s voice echoed through my head, ‘be careful,’ ‘don’t be gullible.’ I swallowed hard and cleared my throat.
“What’s going on, Jay?” I tried my best to sound strong.
“Tell me what happened.”
“Calvin came into the bar and yelled at me, saying I’m a whore who slept her way to a promotion, and that my boyfriend isn’t offering enough money.”
“Is that it?”
“He said you’d better pay up.”
“But that’s all he said?”
“Yeah, isn’t that enough? He was screaming right in my face, banging his fist on our table.”
“You’re fine now. Safe. I would never let anything happen to you.”
I looked up at him, my eyes wide. “But how does he even know who you are?”
Jay tucked my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek with his thumb. “He doesn’t.”
“But…”
Jay swallowed the rest of my words into his mouth with a kiss. Though everything in my head was screaming not to, I kissed him back. His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing my worries out of me. Forcing them up through my body and out of my throat. Except I turned my head away, determined not to lose myself in him.
“I need to know what is going on. Something isn’t right. This isn’t normal.”
Jay sighed and loosened his grip on me. “It’s difficult to explain, and it doesn’t matter anyway.”
“It does matter. It matters to me,” I said, my jaw taut.
He moved to allow some distance between us and held the tops of my arms, positioning us face to face. In the back lighting I found it difficult to read his facial expression but I was facing the lamp, and the light shining on my face allowed him to see mine. I felt on display, bared for him to know everything about me but I couldn’t see deep into him.
“I didn’t expect this to happen. Calvin saw me with you on our hike — that’s how he knows we’re together.”
“But how does he know who you are?”
He shook his head. “I honestly don’t know.”
“And why did he accuse me of sleeping my way to the top?”
Jay took a sharp inhale of breath, sucking the air from between us. I waited for an explanation, my heart pounding. Nothing about this made any sense. I had to be strong and not let him dismiss my concerns.
“Well?” I demanded.
He drew me back into him, and his heart thumped against my ear. “It’s all okay. Everything is fine.”
“How does Calvin know who you are, Jay?”
“I don’t know.”
“Who are you, Jay?” My voice was breaking with a mix of anger and tears.
He kissed the tear that had escaped my eyes, kissed down my cheek to my mouth. I tried to resist, tried not to kiss him back, but his mouth forced my lips apart and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. It took all my willpower, but I did little to return his kiss.
Jay tightened his hold on me and lifted me from the ground. First he only lifted my feet off the floor. I tried to make myself heavy, to ground myself to the earth, but he scooped me up and carried me to the bed, laying me on it.
“Don’t do this, Jay,” I rolled off the bed and stood beside him once more. “Why aren’t you answering my questions?”
“What questions?”
“What questions? Seriously? My old boss just sought me out and verbally assaulted me in a bar, saying I needed to tell my boyfriend to cough up more money. And you don’t think I deserve an answer for that?” The words rushed from my mouth.
“I think the answer is your ex-boss is insane. You know that already. How am I supposed to have the answer to why he said the things that he did?” The calmness of his voice helped to slow my heart rate. It made sense. But I still had Jenny’s voice in my head.
“Fine. But what about all the other questions I don’t know the answers to? You know everything about me and I barely know anything about you.”
He sat on the bed and patted the space beside him. “Okay, what do you want to know?”
I thought for a second. “Where do you live?”
“I told you I live in the burbs. Not all that far from where we went for a hike.”
“Do you have a dog?”
He laughed. “No.”
“Why do you have so much money when you don’t have a job?” I was almost afraid to ask because I was so scared of what the answer might be.
“I don’t have much money. You’ve seen my car.”
I searched his eyes. “Jay, I know how much the lingerie cost.”
He leaned away from me and looked to the window. I kept quiet. This was the biggest question of all and I had to have an answer.
“If I tell you, you have to promise not to hate me,” he said, his voice quiet.
“Why would I hate you?”
He turned back and our eyes met. The sorrow in his eyes melted my heart and I kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arms around me and held me.
“For lying,” he said.
Lying. That word again. No man could be trusted. My insides caved in, crushing my heart and lungs in the process. I gasped, trying to take in air. The dam burst and tears rolled down my cheeks.
Jay moved closer and wrapped his arms around me. I tried to resist, to move away. In my mind I was already running down the hallway. But he held onto me and I had no chance of overpowering his strength.
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“Listen, hear me out.”
“No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head.
He put his hand on the side of my head and pushed it tight against his chest, immobilizing it. My heart thumped madly, and I needed escape.
“I can’t lose you, Abbie. I did something stupid, and I can’t lose you for that. I love you.”
My caved chest exploded outwards. He loved me? Matt hadn’t told me he loved me until we’d been living together a year. And even after that, I could remember each time he said it, so infrequently did those words pass his lips.
I let the feeling wash over me, into every dark, long-forgotten crevice.
Jay kissed the top of my head and said, “I have a lot of money and women have used me for it. Taken advantage of me. They never wanted me for me. With you, I knew right away you were special. Someone I could see myself being with forever. I didn’t want the money to get in the way of us.”
“Rich?” I said, my voice inaudible. I wanted t
o say ‘forever’ but I couldn’t get the word out. Jay. Forever. No secrets. He was only hiding his wealth from me. Because it had hurt him before. Women had hurt him before. It made sense. Obviously he was going to tell me when he knew I wasn’t a gold digger. Even Jenny would approve.
I leaned into him. “I don’t hate you for that.”
“Good.” He stroked my back, sending my heart racing. We stayed like that, quiet and close together. I wanted the moment to go on forever, but Jenny’s voice screamed in my head.
“But why did we have to stop contact?” I asked.
“Someone was trying to blackmail me.”
“Who? Like your wife?” I tried to lighten the mood with a joke.
“No, I’m definitely not married. Just a business associate trying to claim my personal life is interfering in a business deal.”
I pulled back to look at his face. His jaw had softened, and he looked spent. Like he had survived an interrogation and was ready to face his fate. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him, giving him all the passion I had earlier denied him.
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He trailed kisses from my lips to my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he said in my ear, his voice a whisper, and continued his trail of kisses down my neck.
Jay pushed me down so I was lying on the bed with my legs hanging off it. He straddled me, trapping me. His hands palmed my tits through my clothing. I wanted to take off my top, to give him unrestrained access to me, but couldn’t free my arms from his legs.
He stood and I remained motionless on the bed, watching him, trying to anticipate what he would do next. He pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles looked even more contoured in the room’s shadows. He undid his jeans but left them on, and kneeled on the floor.
Jay licked and nipped his way up both my legs. His rough hands followed, caressing and grabbing at my skin. When he reached my skirt, he pushed it up, bunching it around my pelvis. My pussy dripped, longing for his touch, and of being pounded by his cock.
His fingers brushed against my lips, separated by my panties, sending my pussy into overtime.
He stood and said, “Put your hands above your head.”
I complied, not taking my eyes off him. He leaned over and ripped open my blouse, sending the buttons flying. He grabbed my bra cup in one hand, and the strap in the other, then pulled them apart. Then repeated the action on the other cup. He flipped my bra down, exposing my tits.
Jay grabbed my tits, treating them much kinder than he had my bra. My nipples hardened under his touch, and my pussy welled. I tried to roll up, to kiss him and touch his body, but he pushed me back into place.
“I said put your hands above your head.” There was no malice in his voice, only firmness. I laid my arms on the bed above me, expecting things to go the way they had at the lake. I waited.
Jay walked around the corner and flicked on the harsh overhead lights. Blinded by the sudden light, my eyes shut. When I opened them, Jay was standing at the end of the bed surveying me. His eyes raked my body from top to bottom, sending shivers down my spine.
He took off his jeans and boxers. Naked, he rubbed his cock a few times until it stood hard in front of his belly. My thighs clenched at the sight of his perfect body and massive cock. I wished he’d hurry up and rip off my skirt and panties and fuck me.
Instead he climbed on the bed and straddled me again, higher this time. His balls hovered over my mouth.
“Open.”
I relaxed my jaw and allowed my mouth to open wide. I pushed my tongue out and relished the contact I found with his balls. Jay went up on his knees, pulling himself from the reach of my tongue. I moaned in disappointment.
He looked down at me with an arched eyebrow. I blushed, embarrassed at my position. But he stared into my eyes and angled his cock down. As soon as the tip was near enough, I latched on. My lips formed a tight seal around it and sucked the head into my mouth.
“Now you can move your hands.”
I clasped his shaft with one hand and his balls in the other. My tongue licked side to side, and I suppressed my gag reflex and sucked as much of his cock into me as possible.
The walls of my pussy dripped in readiness. I pulsated my hips. Here I was in a hotel with my boyfriend who’d turned out to be rich. The desire for him burned throughout me, and he was in total control of me. I was powerless to resist him.
Jay pushed my hands down and moved off me. Leaving me once again waiting.
Beside me, he brushed the back of his hand down my cheek, my neck, down to my breasts. He flipped his hand over and brushed his fingertips around my nipples until they poked into him. I flared my ribcage, trying to gain more from him. With more pressure, his hand moved down over my belly.
When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he slipped a finger of each hand between it and my skin. His fingers moved around until they were at the zipper under my backside. With ease, he lifted my hips and unzipped my skirt. He stood at the end of the bed where my legs were still dangling, and pulled off my skirt and panties.
His eyes moved from my exposed pussy, up my front to my eyes, locking them with mine.
“I want to make you scream, beautiful.”
My insides prickled. His voice, smooth as always, electrified me. Especially when he called me that. In my position, I was powerless to do anything but wait. It seemed I was always waiting for him. For his text, his presence, his cock. His explanation. But my God was he worth the wait.
He knelt on the floor between my legs, and a hand on the inside of each of my thighs. I relaxed back into the bed and closed my eyes. His tongue slid up and down my wet slit, darting into my hole at one end and pressing on my clit at the other.
Jay kissed around my mound and nibbled my thighs. My pussy wanted him back, but he kept at my thighs. I tilted my pelvis and moaned loudly, urging him back to my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Harder and stronger he sucked until I thought he might detach it from my body and swallow it.
I screamed at the joy ripping through my body. As I screamed, he pushed his fingers into my hole and pressed against my front wall. I climaxed at the touch, but he didn’t stop. And neither did my orgasm.
Somehow he was maintaining it, keeping me high. My heart pounding and my breathing shallow, I screamed more. And more. So loud, the people in the next room would hear it. Hell, half the city probably heard it. I didn’t care. I had never, ever, ever experienced this before.
His fingers kept at me, pushing and stimulating my front wall. I could feel a welling in my belly, something building more even as I was plateauing in orgasm. Then I burst. All over him, over his face. I flooded him with more ecstasy than I had ever known.
Jay released me as my entire body quivered and shook. The orgasm finally subsided, and I opened my eyes. Jay was once again standing and reached for my hands. He pulled me to my feet, my legs wobbling and my mind in an endorphin-induced daze.
Our mouths connected, him digging into me with pleasure, me reacting. He slid off my shirt and undid my bra, letting them both drop to the floor. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. I pressed into him, relishing the full contact of his skin against mine. He backed me up against the window, the glass cool on my skin.
His mouth moved from mine to my neck to my shoulders. He gripped my shoulders and spun me around until I was facing the city. The contact with the cold glass made my nipples tingle and contract. He pushed me further into the window, my tits smushed between it and my ribs. My face turned sideways, my cheek pressed into the glass.
His hard cock poked into me and I shuffled my legs apart. His fingers spread my lips. I swallowed as he placed his tip at my entrance and gasped when he rammed it into me.
“I want everyone to see how beautiful the woman I’m fucking is.”
Fuck, we were only on the third floor with the blinding lights on. People could see us. See me.
“We can’t. They can see us.”
“Tha
t’s the point.” He thrust into me, my wet pussy awake again wanting more.
I gasped. I was on display. Anyone who looked up would see me. The thought made my heart pound, made my head want to run away and hide. But more than anything, it made my pussy gush.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to anyway, Jay had me pinned. He rolled his hips into me, his cock seeming to move deeper each time. Reaching and filling parts of me I never knew existed. I built and built and sensed I was about to tip once more.
My eyes shifted from Jay to the city. I noticed a small group of people looking up. Pointing straight at me. Instead of the horror, it sent me slamming down onto his cock, riding it. Digging it deeper into me. And I burst. A loud noise flew from my throat, a mix of a scream and a high-pitched moan.
Jay gripped my ribcage and pushed deep into me. His own groan escaped him as he filled me with his cum.
Suddenly self-conscious, I pushed away from the window and he let me move. We both lay on the bed, recovering. My body was quivering so much I wondered if I’d ever be able to walk again.
I snuggled tight against Jay, and he rolled onto his side to spoon me. I clasped his hand in mine, thinking I could do this forever. Stay in this hotel room with him, cuddling and fucking and talking. There was nothing more life could give me. The emotions that flooded me whenever I was with this man were all consuming. It was nothing I’d ever experienced and I didn’t want to let it end.
He pulled the duvet over us and tenderly kissed the back of my neck.
“I’m going to keep you in this bed all weekend,” he said.
“Fine by me,” I said, my heart swelling.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, content that everything was right in the world. My life had never been this good. My career was finally going somewhere, my money problems were gone and I had the best boyfriend imaginable.
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The ringing of my phone woke me. I didn’t even open my eyes, it would go to voicemail. Except it rang again. And again. Jay was still asleep, his arm around me, so I slipped out of bed, being careful not to wake him.
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