Selling Out to the Billionaire

by Penny Wylder

  There's a gleam in his eye as he takes a step forward. "I guess I was eager to see you again."

  My heart pulses and grows. I have to change the meaning behind his words. "Oh? Well, I do think I chose the house you're going to buy."

  Derek laughs and I swear I can feel the vibrations on my clit. I'm already soaking wet, my body reacting to him even though my mind is still determined to resist. "I was curious about the house," he says, "But it was also because I couldn't get the sound of you coming out of my mind." He takes another step towards me, and we're suddenly so close my body is protesting the fact that we're not touching. "I want to hear that sound again."

  I look down and I can see that he's already hard, making no effort to mask it. God, this is why I wanted to be prepared. Now that I'm here there's very little I wouldn't do to feel his cock inside of me again. I'm so wet that I'm concerned it may start to soak through my clothes, and the way he's looking at me tells me that he has no intention of letting me show him this house. There's only one thing he's thinking about.

  He reaches for me and I take a step back. It might be the hardest thing I've ever done. "Derek—Mr. Conway. We can't. I mean I can't do that again." He frowns, and I push out more words to try to make him understand. "It was amazing, and I wish… but I just started this job. Please, can we go inside?" I look away from him, unable to interpret the look on his face.

  This house has an electronic keypad, and I fumble with the numbers. My hands are shaking from a combination of desire and adrenaline and it takes me three tries to enter the correct code. I almost fall in my hurry to get inside, in my anxiousness to remove myself from the immediate danger of letting him touch me. If he does, I won't be able to say no—I want it too badly.

  "There's a bunch of reasons I wanted to show this to you," I say, leading him into the entryway. "It's more private than some of the other properties, it has the aesthetic I think you're looking for and plenty of space. But there's one thing in particular."

  I risk a glance at him and find him staring at me, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of hunger. Fire races through my core and I put some distance between us because it's the only thing I can think of to do. "It's this way."

  Having memorized the floor plan, I lead him through a series of open rooms. Each is staged as a different space—library, sitting room, dining room. "All these rooms can be configured to your liking," I say, walking through the living room, "but you might want to keep this one as a dining room." I open the door to the kitchen and wave him through. I can tell that I've surprised him. He's stopped just inside the room, and as I come around him I see an expression that I've never seen before on his face: awe. When he continues into the space, it's with a kind of reverence.

  "This isn't the original kitchen. It was remodeled by the previous owner," I say.

  He nods. "This is a great kitchen."

  "Shall we look at the upstairs?" I can't keep the smile or the blush off my face at finally doing something right when it comes to these damn houses. I have the urge to skip up the stairs, but I don't.

  The second floor is again customizable, with rooms staged as bedrooms and an office. "There's more than enough room here to have a temporary office for people from your companies to work in, and you could turn one of these into a meeting room." It's all centered around a large open space with a vaulted ceiling, and in my mind it's a perfect place for reading on a rainy day. Derek is silent, but I think I may have piqued his interest in the kitchen.

  At the back of the house, the master suite is up a half-level, off the stairs to the third floor. I take the detour into the large bedroom and sitting room. The ceilings are vaulted here as well, and while there isn't a wall of windows, the high ceilings and open space give it an airy feel. "Not as many windows," I point out, as I head towards the bathroom.

  It's almost as big as the living room with a giant whirlpool tub that could fit ten and a walk in shower you could play football in. Mirrors cover multiple surfaces and it makes the space look that much bigger. "And this bathroom is a definite high point. It's by far the largest master bath we've seen so far."

  When I twist around, Derek is inches away. Before I can stop it he breaks the barrier I was trying to keep in place. He touches my lower back, circling my waist and pulling me against him. My body wakes up with the contact, and I find myself molding to him, my pussy once again swelling with heat and anticipation. "Tell me why I can't fuck you again," he says, and the bluntness of the words sends tingles across my skin. "Because everything your body is saying right now tells me that you want me."

  "I do want you." The words fly out of my mouth and I watch his eyes go dark, feel his cock stiffen against me. There's no taking them back now.

  His voice is almost a growl. "Then tell me why."

  "Because it's unprofessional for me to sleep with a client." I'm struggling to articulate, his closeness clouding my mind. "Because I could lose my realtor's license. Because I need this commission—"

  Derek covers my mouth with his hand. "You want me. I want you. It's that simple." He releases my mouth, waiting for me to disagree or protest. I don't. A feral grin crawls across his face. "You have a beautiful voice, and an even prettier mouth. After two days of listening to you speak—watching those lips—there's only one place I want to see it, and that's wrapped around my cock."

  My clit swells and throbs. A hint of defiance rises in me at the idea that he can demand this, assuming that I'll submit. There's nothing at stake for him here, he won't lose his job if someone finds out he fucked me.

  What does it say about me if I give him what he wants in spite of that? If I give no resistance? But I don't want to resist. I want to make him feel as amazing as he made me feel. I want to explore him, to taste him. I force my worry down deep, and the flare of defiance disappears as I sink to my knees in front of him.

  I haven't had the chance to see him up close like this, and it's different being a breath away from his cock. I undo his belt, reaching into his pants to stroke him through his underwear. Pressing my mouth against the fabric, I run it along his length, letting the tip of my tongue rub him.

  His shaft is straining against the material, and I briefly wonder what it would be like to make him come without ever touching his skin. But curiosity gets the better of me and I pull his underwear down, watching his erection spring free. His cock is just as stunning as the rest of him, long and thick and already glistening at the tip.

  Reaching out, I run my fingers along him. I tough lightly, tracing the veins I can see and brushing against ones that I can't. I look up at Derek and see him watching me with that same hungry look, and I don't break eye contact as I take him into my mouth. He groans, his head falling back, and I feel his hand in my hair. I slide my mouth along him, taking as much of him as I can, and I suck.

  I circle the base of his cock with my fingers, gently stroking in sync with the rhythm of my head. Remembering the amazing things he did to me with his tongue, I use my own to tease him. I circle around his head, pausing to flick the bottom and sweep across his opening so I can taste him. I move my hand down to his balls, cradling them in my fingers and rolling them across my palm. I hear him moan, and I squeeze him with my hands and my mouth, just so I can hear that sound again. I take a breath, and plunge down onto him, taking more than I thought I could, and holding him there. I swallow around him, the suction of my mouth working against his skin and I feel him shudder.

  Derek's other hand tangles in my hair, and I let go as he firmly takes control. He presses his cock into my mouth firmly, faster and deeper, taking what he wants from me. I suck against him as he speeds up, loving the sensation of him sliding across my tongue. I raise my eyes and watch him, eyes closed and panting as he fucks my mouth. Suddenly his body goes taut, fingers digging deeper into my hair. His eyes snap open. "I'm going to come," he says, breathless between his thrusts. "Swallow it."

  He groans, thrusting into my throat as he finishes. The pure taste of him splashes a
cross my tongue, cream and salt and something deeper. He fills my mouth, and I swallow everything. Even after I've finished, I continue to swallow.

  His cock is still in my mouth, and I clean him with my tongue making sure there's nothing left when I release him. His hands stay tangled in my hair as I get to my feet, and he's still watching me with that fury in his eyes—if anything it's even more evident.

  He smiles slowly, moving one of his hands to the waistband of my pants. Our faces are close, air moving back and forth between us as he undoes the clasp and slides his hand inside. My eyes flutter shut as he touches me. My underwear is soaked through and the friction of his fingers is sending golden lines of pleasure through my body.

  He sinks two fingers inside me and I groan as he starts a slow and steady rhythm. His fingers tighten in my hair, holding me still while he fucks me, and I let him. Waves of bliss rise across my skin with every stroke inside.

  Derek pulls out of me suddenly, and the orgasm I felt rising, falters. "No." The word slips out, and Derek chuckles, lifting me onto the sink and stripping my pants down to my ankles, and I kick them off. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a condom. He rips the wrapper with his teeth, pulls out a condom and hands it to me.

  “Put it on me,” he demands.

  He hisses as I unroll the condom down his hard cock.

  He pushes my legs apart, lining his cock up with me and thrusting inside. He's just as hard now, just as ready.

  "You thought I'd let you come without fucking you?" He moves his hips to prove his point and I gasp. He feels so much deeper in this position, and I squeeze him with my pussy. His moan matches mine as he pulls out only to slam deep again. Across the room, I see us in the mirror. My face is flushed, my mouth open, and I'm clinging to Derek as his bare ass pounds into me. The sight of him fucking me sends another rush of heat and wetness through me and I wrap my legs around his waist to bring him closer.

  A voice floats into the bathroom, and I freeze as a rush a cold fear tears through me. Another realtor scheduled a showing during this hour, and they're here. In the house. Panic starts to rise in me, and I move to get down. Derek's hands lock on my legs, keeping them around his waist. "We're not finished."

  "There was another showing here during this time and I forgot. They're going to come up here—they're going to see us."

  Derek leans over to the door, closing it softly. "There."

  "Derek, please, if we get caught—"

  "Then we get caught," he says, pushing deeper into me. "But we're not leaving until I'm satisfied that I've fucked you thoroughly."

  Desire warms my stomach, warring with my fear. "I could lose my license."

  "You won't," he says, pressing me back until I'm leaning against the mirror. "Besides, you liked the thought that someone could be watching us. Wouldn't you like someone to see? Someone to witness my cock buried balls deep in your cunt, making you moan."

  Simultaneous lust and horror crash through me, and I can't think, can't breathe. Derek guides my legs away from his waist, raising them so my knees are thrown over his shoulders. And then he begins to fuck me. His strokes are hard and fast, bringing my body back into the moment and I can feel the pressure and pleasure building. The tip of his cock strokes a spot deep inside me and lights flash in my vision with flickers of pleasure.

  A moan builds inside me and I bite my lip to keep from letting it out, from being heard. Suddenly the voices are close, and I realize that they're climbing the stairs to the master suite. I can hear the realtor's chirpy voice as she talks about the master bedroom and closet. I can't get caught like this. I can't. "Please," I say to Derek. "Please." I'm begging him, hoping he'll understand what I'm asking, why this is so important. I shudder as he changes rhythm, slowing his thrusts so he can grind against my clit. I'm so close to coming and if I come I'm going to give us away. Derek doesn't look the least bit concerned.

  Through the door I hear the realtor's voice. "And in here we have one of the best bathrooms I've ever seen. It's huge and has everything you could ever want."

  "Please," I ask him one last time.

  I hear the enthusiastic response of whomever the realtor is showing the house to, and I know in seconds it will all be over. I swear I can see the handle starting to turn when Derek leans over and flicks the lock. Fierce relief washes through me, but only for a moment. Derek's fingers cover my clit, sliding across it and circling, sending me over the edge. My orgasm is a flood of sensation, more intense from me trying to hold it in. My muscles are spasming, and my pussy is gripping Derek's cock as he continues to fuck me.

  The doorknob rattles, sending another jolt of adrenaline through me, and Derek uses his fingers to send me over the edge again. I'm blind with the pleasure of it, bright and white hot. I'm biting my lip to keep from screaming , and I feel Derek shudder against me as he comes, his muscles going taut as he presses deep inside me.

  "That's odd," the realtor's voice says. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure why it's locked. I don't have the key for that door. But I promise it's a great bathroom. I'll make sure to get you guys some pictures. Should we see the third floor?"

  Derek and I stare at each other, frozen in place, as we wait for them to leave the suite and walk back to the other stairs. As soon as I hear them go, I untangle myself from him, jumping off the counter and retrieving my pants and underwear from the floor. I yank them into place, anger bubbling up from my gut. "I can't believe you did that."

  "We were fine," he says, removing the condom and fastening back up his pants. His smile is amused—pleased and satisfied.

  "I could have lost my license. And no, saying 'you won't' doesn't mean that I wouldn't have. It was a stupid risk." My voice is louder than it should be, given I don't know where the other people are, but I'm so angry that I don't care. How could I have been so stupid? I knew what was at stake and I did it anyway. I'm just as angry at myself as I am at him. "You can't just play with people's jobs like that. You don't know—"

  Derek crosses the space between us, covering my mouth with his and cutting me off. My body reacts instinctively, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me. It's deep and desperate, the kiss warming a place inside my chest. His lips are soft and firm at once, and I realize that this is the first time that we've kissed. The heat spreading through my body is different, soft and slow and easy. This could be addicting.

  He pulls back abruptly, his face flushed. He looks uneasy, nervous. It's not a look I've seen on him, and it's startling. "I…" He trails off, flustered. "I have to go." He unlocks the bathroom door, and I hear his footsteps quick and sure across the suite and down the stairs.

  What the hell just happened?

  I go after Derek, ducking down the stairs and towards the front door while keeping an eye for the other realtor. I'm almost to the door when I hear an exclamation behind me. "Now it's open? How odd!"

  I feel sick to my stomach. It was a close call that didn't need to happen, no matter how amazing it felt to do it. I make sure to close the door silently as I leave.

  My cell phone rings as I'm walking in the door to my house. The screen tells me it's the main line at Sunset.

  "Penelope Swanson," I answer.

  "Hey, Pen. It's Jeremy."

  "Hi." I immediately put a little more chirp in my voice.

  He clears his throat. "I just wanted to check in about Derek Conway. I see you haven't found him a house yet."

  "Not yet. In fact, I just got back from showing him something." I try to kick off my shoes without making a loud noise.

  "Do I need to assign someone else to him? Selling a house to Conway is going give us a lot of free media and exposure, so we can't afford to lose him. So if you think someone else should do it, tell me now."

  I flop down on my couch, anxiety worming its way into my gut. "No, Jeremy. I promise everything is fine, Mr. Conway is just very particular in what he wants. But I think I've got a prospect he'll bite on."

  "Good." Jeremy sighs. "Look, Penelope. This is real
ly important. I need you to close this deal. If you can't, then I'm not sure that Sunset Realty is the place for you. We work with a lot of difficult customers and we work very quickly. Do you understand?"

  I swallow the lump in my throat. "Yes, I understand. I'll close it."

  "All right. Close by the end of the week." He doesn't sound particularly happy either, though it's not a consolation in this moment. "I'll see you soon," he says as he hangs up.

  9

  It's Thursday. It's been three days without word from Derek. I've sent him emails, texted, and called his office. His secretary told me he was out of town.

  Bullshit.

  I don't know what happened, what I did. I've run over the scenario a thousand times in my brain. He kissed me and ran. There's nothing I can think of that I did wrong, and nothing to indicate he doesn't want to buy a house anymore. So today I'm going to his office, because I've found his house. Not some overly optimistic option, this is his house. It has everything he wants from the mountains of space to a giant kitchen, and even a damn window wall in the bedroom.

  I've spent the last three days scouring every listing I could possibly find, because I knew that if I brought him something it had to be perfect. This is. This is perfect. I just visited and did a walkthrough. It's amazing, right on the beach. I could imagine Derek in every room I looked in, whether reading or working or cooking. I know this is his house like I know that my middle name is Marie.

  Derek's office is in downtown L.A., one of the glossy high rises you see featured in postcard shots. Of course it's on the very top floor—at this point I wouldn't expect anything less from him. The office space is light and open, full of natural light. It's just the way he described what he wanted in a home, and I smile. This is going to work. I introduce myself to the receptionist and she sends me down the hallway to Derek's secretary. I take a seat while I wait for him to get off a phone call.