The Billionaire's Brother: BBW Billionaire Boss Erotic Romance (Vivian's Desire)

by Fiona Wells

  “Hello,” the woman chirped brightly and then promptly turned to Ben. “Benny, where were you?” Her voice was a needling whine that pierced Vivian’s ears. He shot a look towards Vivian and then turned his attention to the redhead.

  “Candace, I came to get a drink and then saw my employee here. This is Vivian.”

  She didn’t turn to look at Vivian. Instead, she seemed to have missed his words entirely. “Let’s dance!”

  “Alright, just one second.”

  “Benny, please, now!”

  She turned so that Vivian was merely staring at her tanned back as she pushed Ben towards the dance floor with wild giggling. Vivian scowled and rolled her eyes.

  “Whatever, Ben.” The bartender took her empty glass and gave her the second cocktail. She thanked him and made a bee-line for the balcony doors. A group of stylish smokers, models she guessed by the size of their limbs, leaned against the railing to her left. She turned right and rounded the corner to thankfully see an empty bench with a small table next to it. She sat and placed her glass on the table, running her hands through her hair and appreciating the warm, humid air of the night. It might ravage her curls, but she was thankful for some peace and quiet.

  A few minutes passed and she heard footsteps rounding the corner. The familiar shiver than ran through her spine already told her who it was. How he had managed to escape his redheaded shackle, she wasn’t sure.

  “Hello, Ben.”

  “Good evening again, Vivian,” his smooth voice evoked a longing in her core that she tried vainly to push down. He sat beside her and pulled out a silver cigarette case. “Would you care for one?”

  “I don’t smoke,” she replied shortly. He hesitated for a moment and slipped them back in his jacket. She took a gulp of her fruity drink as the nerves in her stomach rose.

  “Vivian, are you angry with me?”

  She refused to look at him and opted to stare out in the twinkling lights of the city. “No.”

  “You’re a liar, love.”

  She didn’t reply. She could feel his eyes burning holes into her body.

  “You look beautiful tonight.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He smirked. “I like you calling me sir.”

  “Ben, if you have nothing of a professional nature to say to me then please stop talking,” she said darkly and turned towards him to greet those same eyes so heavy with desire. Her pulse quickened. He was still smirking.

  “You can’t pretend it didn’t happen today.”

  A sudden yearning to take him on the bench rushed through her. To do away with his slick suit, the pressed white shirt, to press herself against his body again. She took a deep breath.

  “That was a mistake,” she said slowly.

  “A mistake…I wonder if my brother would be interested to hear about that mistake? Unless you’d want to do it again?”

  “Is that a threat?” she asked, jumping up abruptly. The fabric of her dress slid against his leg during the motion. Her rushing blood sung. He chuckled deeply, a sound that tickled her ears.

  “No, Vivian,” he began and stood to face her. With a smirk, he swept a stray hair out of her face and she tried not to shiver. “That’s a promise.” His eyes glimmered underneath the dim balcony lights.

  He took a step to the side and casually walked past her. “Enjoy the night, darling. Think of me, won’t you?”

  “I probably will,” she muttered after he had turned the corner towards the bar. She looked out at the glimmering city lights and leaned over the railing. The wind swept the same stray hair back into her face. Life had become all the more exciting and complicated lately. She wasn’t sure if she liked it.

  Her cocktail sat abandoned on the table and she picked it up, appreciating the chill of the glass against the warm heat of the night. Below, she heard Candace's sudden, shrill laughter. The redhead stumbled out of the double doors on the ground floor, clinging to Ben. Vivian rolled her eyes. Oh, give me a break! Candace tottered on her heels and dug her red nails into Ben’s arm. Vivian could hear her drunken chatter from above.

  “Where did you go earlier, Benny?” She cooed, dragging the last letter out, while the valet pulled up.

  “I had to talk to my assistant,” he cooly replied in a voice so low that Vivian could barely hear it. He glanced at his watch. “Should I drop you off?”

  Candace tossed her silky hair back and almost lost her balance again. “You’re going to make me sleep alone?” Vivian cringed at the whining tone, but looked enviously at the other woman’s sculpted arms, one now circled around Ben’s waist. Should I work out more? No, she wasn’t going to be bothered by this. I’m better than this, she thought with a huff and stepped away from the balcony.

  Whatever. She went back inside to close her tab. While one of the handsome bartenders trotted away to retrieve her check, she checked her phone. No new messages. No new emails. She sipped the last of her wine and placed the empty glass on the polished wood.

  The bartender appeared. “It appears your tab has already been cleared, Miss.”

  “What?” Surely she hadn’t accidentally charged someone else’s tab? “By who?”

  “I didn’t catch his name, it’s so busy tonight. I think he just left. He walked in a few minutes ago to close it and left a very nice tip,” he grinned widely at the last bit. “I assumed he was your boyfriend, sorry.”

  She guessed this particular bartender had missed it when Candace practically jumped Ben earlier in the evening on the other side of the room. “No,” she said and sighed with one last glance towards the balcony, “he’s just some son of a bitch I work for.” She flashed a quick smile to the bartender, who now had his mouth open and brows furrowed, and walked out of the room.

  Her apartment had never seemed so inviting. She immediately locked the door and disrobed, stripping off the elegant dress and heading toward the shower. As the water heated up, she wrapped herself in a small towel and walked into the kitchen to grab the box of fine chocolates she kept for stressful nights. She popped one into her mouth and moaned in pleasure as the rich flavor filled her mouth. It reminded her of her kiss earlier today. Completely intoxicating.

  “That’s a promise.” She repeated the words over in her mind. How they excited her. She was wet just thinking about it. The power this man had over her was so frustrating.

  As she started back toward the bathroom, a knock suddenly sounded on her door. She froze. Who could be here right now? She had no roommates and none of her friends would come by without calling. Another knock. She frowned and tip-toed to the door to peer through the peep-hole.

  A head of familiar dark hair greeted her. She gasped.

  “What are you doing here?” she couldn’t help shouting behind the door. His lips twitched up into that smirk.

  “I’m here to apologize,” he said, leaning against the door. “Please, Vivian. I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t think about your feelings.”

  She hesitated, fingers hovering above the deadbolt.

  “Please.”

  She unlocked the door and opened it. His eyes widened and his smirk grew even bigger.

  “What a wonderful surprise,” he purred.

  “Say your apology and go,” she said. His jaw tightened. He licked his lips, a sight that made her even wetter. Damn her body for responding to this guy.

  “Can I come in?” His voice was heavy. Needing, wanting, yearning. She felt her body melt into the soft fabric of the towel and was suddenly aware of how little it covered. Her breasts were barely covered, the nipples underneath begging to be touched again by his hands. She tugged it upwards and stepped to the side, hoping she wouldn’t regret the decision.

  He walked into the living room and she turned her back to lock the door again. He was suddenly behind her, his body pressed against her back, the fabric of the towel seeming thinner than ever. She stiffened and felt his warm breath tickle her ear.

  “Vivian,” he breathed, his fingers dancing over he
r exposed shoulder. “Please. Why do you keep resisting me?”

  Why had she? Because it was wrong? Because he was her boss? She bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she answered and turned her face. His lips were right near her ear, sending wild sensations through the sensitive skin.

  “Let me ravish you.”

  She didn’t know if it was his begging tone or her own body that pleaded for sweet release, but she turned to face him. Her eyes met his: ravenous. Her hands did away with the towel around her body and it fell to the floor with a sweet promise of what was to come.

  “Fuck me already.”

  He didn’t have to be told twice. Fingers swept over her sides and she gasped in pleasure as he shoved her against the nearby wall. Her name rolled off his tongue as his hands explored everywhere, grabbing and gripping her soft skin as he growled against her skin. She ran a hand through his tousled dark locks as his tongue licked up her neck and then back down. He nipped her clavicle and smiled against her skin when she softly groaned. His tongue dipped further and found her wanting breast. She moaned and arched her back, thrusting herself further into his mouth.

  His tongue had seemingly discovered every nerve ending there. He licked and sucked while she bucked her hips into his. His other hand began teasing her breast, rolling the nipple in between his fingers. She nearly banged her head against the wall as she writhed against him. His tongue dipped further and while one hand stayed on her breast, he pressed the other one against her swelling heat.

  She gasped and he flew upwards to capture her mouth while he teased her wet lips below. Her eyes glazed over and shut as his tongue ravaged her mouth. His fingers teased in circles above her swelling clit. She sucked on his tongue as he growled in pleasure, putting more pressure on her pleasure spot until she finally broke away from her kiss to let out a loud whimper. He took the opportunity to lick down her jaw to her neck and then down her torso, dragging the hand that had been caressing her breast with him, until he kneeled between her legs. His fingers splayed against her soft skin and he looked up at her.

  “May I?” His breath hit her dripping womanhood. She peered at him through lidded eyes, as if barely registering that the sight before her was real. He looked devilishly handsome, on his knees between her legs, begging to lick her dripping pussy. She nodded and his tongue was on her in an instant. He plunged his tongue deep into her and growled with carnal satisfaction as she threaded her fingers through his soft hair. He circled her clit slowly at first and then gradually gained speed, causing waves of crazed bliss to rock through her entire body. The speed increased until suddenly she threw her head back and writhed against his urgent, insistent mouth. Her vision flashed white and starry as a knot of pleasure exploded from her wet folds. Her eyes rolled back as she panted, feeling him lap up her juices hungrily while grinning against her quivering body.

  “I need you,” she begged as he pulled away. His eyes pierced her soul. She had never felt such a powerful ache for someone like this before. She needed to feel him filling her up. He grinned greedily and swept her off her feet.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” He asked gruffly, nearly running out of the room.

  “To the left!” she answer with a little squeak. Suddenly, he jerked his head as they passed the bathroom.

  “The shower is on?”

  “I was going to jump in before you came,” she explained. He grinned down at her and she wiggled her eyebrows back suggestively.

  “Let’s get dirty and clean.” He knocked the door open with a shove of his shoulders. She nearly protested against the savage act of breaking down her door, but he had gently set her on the counter of her bathroom and was already pulling his clothes off savagely.

  She pressed a hand against his chest firmly. “Let me.” He was breathing so heavily he could barely speak. He gave a weak nod. She didn’t break eye contact as her fingers worked down the buttons of his shirt. His eyes glimmered with longing. The shirt fell off his muscled body in a heap on the ground. He’d already ripped his belt off, which landed in the sink and knocked a variety of hair products over onto the floor with a crash.

  She dropped to her knees and began to unbutton his pants. He groaned and she felt his hardening bulge twitch as her fingers traced the fly of his slacks, up and down and then over again. “Please,” he begged. She complied, pulling down the zipper at an agonizingly slow pace while wearing a mischievous smile. His pants fell into a pool at his feet, exposing an impressive pair of designer briefs which seemed only barely able to contain the bulge that swelled under the soft caress of her fingers.

  It was his turn to moan as she stroked lightly, tracing the outline of his rigid member and appreciating the soft fabric of the garment. She grinned wider as she felt it harden underneath a mere touch of her finger. He wriggled in pleasure in response to her torture.

  “Vivian!” She had run her tongue over his hardness and toyed with it playfully through the thin cloth. He nearly wheezed in delicious agony. She loved feeling him react to her touch. But she wasn’t done yet.

  Rising up on her knees, she found the swollen head and put her mouth around it, running the tip of her tongue up and down in a wicked frenzy. He groaned in bliss.

  “I can’t take this anymore,” he growled and suddenly forced her upwards. Their lips met again as he guided her to the shower. Her fumbling fingers yanked open the door and she entered as he quickly did away with his underwear and socks. She felt the pleasing spray of hot water wash over her and gave a pleasing gasp at seeing him in his full glory.

  He gazed into her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. “You’re gonna get it now.” His lips devoured hers and he pressed his throbbing member against her swollen heat. She gasped into his mouth and felt him grin against her.

  “Beg for it.”

  She raked her nails down on his stomach and leaned against the shower wall. “Please.”

  “Beg harder.”

  “Please!” Her fingers stroked his swollen member. He used his hand to tease her pussy with the head of his cock. She felt an intense rush of pleasure.

  “Beg, Vivian!” He commanded with a grunt as his teeth sank gently into her neck. She let out a tortured whimper.

  “Please, Ben! Please, fuck me!” She’d shouted so loud that she was positive her neighbors had heard her, but all considerations for others were completely out of her mind. He yanked her upwards and plunged into her with one intense thrust. She screamed in urgency as he propped her back against the wall and she wrapped her legs around him. He thrust softly, whispering nasty promises that nearly sent her over the edge.

  “Harder,” she begged and this time the plea was enough. He increased the pace and pressure, his manhood slamming into her tight wetness. Her wet, naked breasts pressed into his chest as he cried out. His forehead rested on her own as he bit his lip, his hips thrusting harder and faster now. She opened her mouth, but only a pleading little cry escaped. Rolling pulses of pleasure radiated through her core.

  He slammed over and over until the bundle of nerves exploded with such a force that her legs shook against his body. Her face twisted in pleasure as she opened her mouth fully to scream out his name. He lost it. He pumped into her, sending residual waves of pleasure coursing through her entire being and then pulled out to finish with a groan of ecstasy. He let her down gently and leaned against her slick body as they stood, panting and staring at one another. Moments passed, but they seemed all too short for her.

  God. She could no longer be bothered by worries over the morality of what they’d just done.

  “Again,” she begged and he was all too happy to comply.

  —

  How had it come to this? Vivian’s thoughts wandered as she waited in line for coffee on the ground floor. There were four people in front of her, which was perfect since her thoughts seemed to wander lately. Usually to Ben. She felt her cheeks warm. Usually to what they did together.

  They hadn’t stopped their torrid affair since that night in her apartment. It
was everyday now, sometimes multiple times. Yesterday, he had rushed over to her place after a Sunday business brunch. The only reason he had even gone to it was because she threatened to withhold sex from him unless he went. When they were done, sweaty and pleasantly satisfied as they languished in the sheets, he often stroked her face, intently studying her every feature. At first it made her squirm, but now….and especially yesterday, she felt her heart stir when he did it.

  She had asked him early on why he kept staring.

  “Your face mesmerizes me, Vivian.” She had been so flustered by the answer that she hadn’t found the courage to ask him another probing question like that again. His tender comments and looks during the rare moments, when he wasn’t smartly replying to something she said, sent a radiating feeling of peace through her. He made her feel sexy in a way that she hadn’t felt before. It was an odd experience of being entirely unravelled and yet oddly complete at the same time.