Playboy Billionaire

by Mia Ford

  Susan grinned. “Yes,” she said primly. “As a matter of fact, you were.” She glanced at Hannah, then gave her a quick hug.

  “Hannah, can we go someplace and talk?” I asked quietly. Hannah blushed, then nodded. As she and Susan said her goodbyes, I couldn’t deny that a little bubble of anxiety was welling up inside of me. I knew that what I was doing was a strict violation of my father’s orders, and yet, I didn’t care. All I cared about was Hannah, and making her happy. I couldn’t ever hurt her again – I wasn’t willing to make her cry.

  We left the bar and got into my limo. As I gave the driver my address, I turned to Hannah and kissed her deeply. Hannah responded by moaning softly inside of my mouth and climbing on my lap. The presence of her warm, soft weight against my crotch made my cock throb with arousal, and I was suddenly dying to take her, to possess her once more.

  The kiss turned steamy as Hannah slipped her tongue inside of my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and slowly ground her hips on top of my lap like she was a stripper performing the sexiest of lap dances. Hannah thrust her hips forward and moaned – I could feel that the crotch of her panties was already damp from the motions against my body.

  “I don’t know what’s happening,” I whispered in her ear. “But I like this a lot, don’t you?”

  Hannah responded by biting my neck until I groaned with lust. She ran her fingertips down my chest, then under my shirt and across my bare skin. I took care to wax my chest every couple of weeks, and her touch against my skin was electrifying. It was like she was the perfect woman for me – like she could practically read my mind when it came to giving me pleasure.

  I tangled my hands in Hannah’s blonde hair and pulled her head back, exposing her slender, pale neck. Burying my face against her, I bit and sucked and licked until she was crying out with pleasure. Hannah went crazy, grinding her hips against my body in a frenzied rhythm. I forgot where I was – I could have been anywhere at all. We might have been the only two people left on earth, satisfying and pleasuring each other until the end of time.

  Eagerly, I pushed Hannah to the floor. Her dress was hiked up around her thighs, exposing creamy skin that looked bitable. I licked my lips and crawled between her legs, pushing her skirt up to expose her pale belly. Her thin cotton panties were soaked through at the crotch and I groaned as I could see the lips of her pussy, perfectly outlined by the wet material. She smelled incredible – musky and womanly and sweet. I kissed her thigh until she trembled and cried out.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Pulling Hannah’s panties down her thighs, I tossed them over my shoulder and pressed my lips to her labia. Hannah’s juices of arousal dribbled down my chin and I lapped them up, using my fingers to spread her labia. Her clit was swollen and I took it gently in my mouth, sucking and licking. When I gently ran my teeth over the little pleasure nub, Hannah shrieked with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in my hair and yanked my head back until my neck ached. I didn’t care. All I cared about was her. I plunged my tongue deep inside her pussy and eagerly licked everywhere. Slipping a finger inside of her tight wet cave, I went back to sucking on her clit as I gently wriggled my finger against her soaked, swollen flesh.

  Hannah went wild. She was shrieking and crying and making little whimpering sounds like she’d never felt anything like this before. It wasn’t long before I felt her perfect body tense and contract, then buck and jolt around. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue and fingers, and I knew that she must be having the sweetest orgasm of her life.

  I kept licking until Hannah cried out and gently pushed my head away. Grinning, I got up on my knees and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Hannah sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. She licked her own juices off my lips and chin, and I felt my cock throb with desire and anticipation at her eagerness.

  “I want to taste you,” Hannah whispered. Her pale cheeks blushed bright red and she gently pushed me over until I landed on my back in an undignified sprawl on the floorboards. I grinned and groaned in anticipation as her hands fumbled with my belt and then the snap on my slacks. As she eased them down my hips, my cock popped free. I was so hard that I ached. When Hannah wrapped her fingers around my engorged member, pleasure flooded my body. Throwing my head back, I moaned loudly and tangled my fingers in her soft, frizzy blonde hair.

  “I’ve never done this before,” Hannah whispered. She licked her lips, then opened her mouth and took the first inch of my cock inside of her. I gasped – her warm tongue swirling around the head of my cock felt so incredible that for a moment, I was afraid of coming right then and there.

  “Stroke as you suck,” I groaned, reaching down and moving Hannah’s hand over my cock. “It helps.”

  Hannah obediently moved her hand up and down in a rhythmic, jerking motion. She closed her lips over the head of my cock and began bobbing her head up and down. I groaned as I watched the intent way she suckled me. For someone who had been a virgin until yesterday, she gave incredible head.

  After just a few moments, I pushed her away. “I’d rather come inside of you,” I told her with a wicked grin.

  Hannah blushed. She reclined on the seat and spread her legs.

  “I want you on top,” I told her, sitting my bare ass on the plush limo seat. My cock stuck up like a stiff rod. Hannah climbed on top of me, spreading her legs and easing down on my erection. She moaned and screwed up her eyes as her wet pussy engulfed my manhood. I groaned and threw my head back – being inside of her felt so natural, so good that I could hardly stand it.

  “You feel so good,” I whispered as Hannah began working her way up and down my cock. She grunted and moaned, red in the face as she began pumping her way to another orgasm. Her pussy was still tight from when she’d come with my tongue and fingers inside of her, and I groaned as wet juices dripped down between my thighs.

  Soon, the limo was filled with grunts, moans, and the musky scent of our mingling bodies. Hannah was thrusting hard, whimpering and rubbing herself against me. I could feel everything – every breath, every motion, every hair on my body was standing up. As she ground her hips against me, I felt my orgasm coming on like a tidal wave.

  “Baby, I’m gonna come,” I whispered against Hannah’s sweaty neck. She responded by squirming and moaning, rubbing herself against me as quickly as she could. The movement and the little sounds emerging from her mouth were enough to send me to the moon, and my cock went off in a geyser shot of semen.

  Hannah moaned. I stuck a hand between our bodies and searched until my thumb found her nub of a clit. As I stimulated her with my hand, Hannah’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned loudly. Then I felt her pussy clamping tightly around my cock, signaling that she was coming. As Hannah cried out in sheer pleasure, I held her close and stroked her hair, feeling over stimulated by everything that was happening around me.

  The limo intercom crackled and my driver’s voice came on. At the sound, Hannah blushed furiously and jumped off of my lap, as if she’d forgotten that we were in a limo in the first place.

  “Mr. Long?”

  I cleared my throat. “Yeah?”

  “We’ve arrived at your condo, sir.”

  I grinned at Hannah. “Perfect,” I said. “Thank you.”

  As soon as the intercom clicked off, Hannah and I collapsed into a puddle of laughter.

  Hannah

  The rest of the week passed in a dream. I couldn’t even believe how good it felt to be with someone like Justin. It was like he was a completely different man, like the changed version that I’d seen of him was the only real version that existed. I forgot all about how cold, rude, and cocky he had been the first day we met.

  “I can’t believe this,” I told him one Sunday night as I was getting ready to leave his condo. “I went from literally being a virgin to being in love.”

  Justin smirked, but he didn’t answer. My heart swooped up, hoping that he’d tell me he loved me. But even though he didn’t ans
wer, his smile was good enough for me. Looking at his face always sent my heart fluttering and butterflies racing through my chest. It was too good to be true – why would someone like him be interested in someone like me?

  I’d thought that going back to work would be difficult. And it was, in a way. But it was also kind of fun to keep our relationship on the down low. It was hard for me to spend eight hours sitting so close to Justin, and yet father away than ever before. Even though we hadn’t really discussed our…relationship, I knew that it would be taboo for Justin to be involved with anyone working for his father’s company. At best, it was a case for human resources. And at worst…

  Well, I didn’t like to think about that.

  The weeks went on. I started spending two or three nights at Justin’s luxe, Manhattan condo a week. The view was incredible, the bed was amazing, but Justin was like the cherry on top of a perfect, wealthy sundae. I couldn’t believe that someone so young would have lived in absolute splendor for his whole life.

  But then again, there were a lot of things about Justin that I had trouble believing. It was so impossible, so crazy that he’d picked me to confide in – to be goofy with, to have fun with. Whenever we were together, I forgot about the outside world. It was all too easy to believe that Justin and I would be perfect together forever.

  And then I’d go back to work and the whole cycle of secrecy would envelop us once again.

  It was hard to work in an office with so many beautiful women that were like vultures, waiting for Justin to stumble so they could snatch him up in their greedy little hands. But it filled me with pride, not to mention glee, whenever I overheard them gossiping about how sexy he was.

  “He’s a total prude,” one woman told me in the bathroom after inquiring if I worked with Justin. “I mean, he doesn’t go out with anyone. I wonder if he’s gay.”

  I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling. “Yeah,” I said slowly. “I don’t know, really. I mean, he works under me. We don’t really talk about personal things.”

  And we didn’t – not at work. At work, Justin Long was an untouchable man. He was like plastic, like a shadow of the person he truly was inside. But every time we were alone together, that changed.

  Sometimes, I wondered how long we could sustain this motion. I desperately wanted to come clean about our relationship. But I was doing really well at work – I’d actually been promoted after only being at Creovation for a month – and I couldn’t risk hurting my own career. Still, I knew there would come a day when I wouldn’t be willing to put Justin off for much longer.

  A few weeks later, I was sitting at my desk when an unfamiliar woman in a grey suit walked up to me carrying a yellow manila envelope. When I smiled at her, she scowled in return.

  “Are you Hannah Perkins?”

  I frowned. “Yes,” I said slowly. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

  Before I could react, security guards stepped out from the corner of the room and walked over to my desk.

  “Hannah, you’ve been terminated effective immediately,” Grey Suit Lady said. She pulled out a pink slip of paper from the manila envelope and handed it over.

  My heart leapt into my throat and I glanced around, wildly, wondering where Justin was. Then I remembered: Shit! He’s still at lunch!

  “Why?” I asked, my voice trembling. Tears filled my eyes and I didn’t know what to say or do – what the hell was I going to do when I had to pay rent and I had no money left?

  “I’m not at liberty to discuss,” the woman said. She smiled tightly at me and I had to resist the urge to slap her.

  “Well, what’s the meaning of this?” I demanded. “What’s going on?”

  “Hannah, keep your voice down,” the woman said. “These guards will watch as you clean out your desk and leave with your belongings. You will be subject to a search before leaving the building to ensure that you’re not taking any property that belongs to Creovation.”

  “Why would I do that?” I yelled wildly, waving my hands through the air. “What’s going on?”

  “Keep your voice down,” the woman growled. “I told you – you have exactly ten minutes to get your things, submit to a search, and then leave the premises. Or else, I’ll be forced to call the authorities.”

  Panicked, I glanced over towards William’s office. I was expecting to see the door closed, as always, but William was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, staring me coldly.

  “William,” I called. “What’s this about? What did I do?”

  That’s when the guard grabbed me and hustled me down the hall. “Keep your voice down, don’t make trouble,” he hissed in my ear. “Come on, Ms. Perkins.”

  As the guards were shoving me onto the elevator, it hit me like a ton of bricks: that’s why Justin had treated me so coldly at first. He was afraid for me. He hadn’t been afraid for himself – he’d been afraid that I’d be fired as a result of our affair.

  Tears streamed down my face as I rode silently towards the ground floor, sandwiched firmly between two security guards. Oh, Justin, I’m such an idiot, I thought. If only I could talk to you!

  I knew that from the depths of my soul, I was going to miss Justin Long much more than I’d ever miss worked at Creovation, Inc.

  Justin

  “Oh, Justin,” Hannah said, running her hands through my hair. She snuggled close to me and looked at me with her beautiful green eyes. “I’m so happy right now.”

  I grinned. “Me, too,” I told her. “I can’t believe it, actually. I can’t believe how good this feels.”

  Hannah sighed. She laid her head against my shoulder and wrapped an arm around my waist. We were lying in bed together after having sex. There was a movie on in the background, but even though I was the one who had turned it on, I didn’t even know what it was. Nothing mattered. The only thing that mattered was Hannah, and she was right in my arms – exactly where she was supposed to be.

  “I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” I told her, playing with the strands of her blonde hair. “But I want to treat you right, Hannah. Help me do right by you.”

  Hannah licked her lips. She rolled onto her belly and smiled at me slowly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Her lips were flushed and swollen from so much kissing, and she had a little red splotch on her chin from where my beard stubble had rubbed against her soft skin. It didn’t matter – she was easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

  “I’ve never had a boyfriend, either,” Hannah confessed shyly. “I wasn’t kidding when I told you that I didn’t have very much experience.”

  Just thinking about the word experience made my cock stiffen in my pants once again.

  “God,” I told her. “I can’t be around you more than five minutes without wanting to sleep with you. Isn’t that crazy?”

  Hannah giggled and blushed. “Not really,” she said softly. “Susan said all men are like that.”

  I shook my head. “Definitely not me,” I told her. “At least, not until now. If someone had told me I’d be crazy in love with you, I wouldn’t have believed them.”

  Hannah sighed. She rested her head against my shoulder. “I’m so happy right now, Justin,” she said softly. “I wish things could stay like this forever.”

  “Me, too,” I told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer.

  “Hey, asshole! Watch where you’re going!”

  My perfect daydream of Hannah was interrupted as a girl glared at me, then threw up the finger. I couldn’t help it – I burst out laughing.

  “What a bitch,” I muttered under my breath. I’d been standing in line at a deli for over twenty minutes now, waiting for lunch. It was a slow Monday and I was dying to get out of the office. When Hannah called me over to her desk and asked me to grab something for her to eat, I didn’t mind at all.

  I always loved the way she looked at me at work. I could tell that she thought she was being so serious – so sneaky! Her lips wo
uld twist into a scowl and she’d raise her eyebrows, but she couldn’t wipe the look of adoration from her beautiful green eyes. It was hard not to laugh – being with her, I felt so obvious.

  But there was a reason we were hiding our relationship. I didn’t want to risk Hannah’s job, or my own security in the future. At some point, I knew that I’d have to do something else – build a resume and find work somewhere else. But right now, it was almost fun to play with my father and pretend like I’d never kissed Hannah before.

  Finally, I got to the counter. After ordering two sandwiches for myself and Hannah, I waited to the side until my name was called.

  It was crazy – a month ago, I never would have done something like this. In fact, I would have been outraged that a woman asked me to do anything. But now, here I was, trotting around Manhattan like a happy housewife, ready to do anything for the woman I loved.

  I knew I had to tell Hannah how I felt soon. I knew that she needed to know, that she deserved to know. But I didn’t know how to have that conversation. I know, it sounds ridiculous – a grown man like myself completely unable to tell the woman I’m dating that I’m falling in love with her.

  But this was all new for me.

  I thought about it the whole time as I walked back to the office. Hannah’s gorgeous face kept swirling around in my mind, making me feel fluttery and happy.

  When I got back, I noticed she wasn’t at her desk. Frowning, I left her sandwich there and went to sit down. It wasn’t like her to disappear in the middle of day. I wondered if she had a meeting with my father.

  It was funny, I was starting to feel like Hannah knew him better than I ever could.

  When two hours passed and she hadn’t come back, I got up and walked over to his office. Dad was sitting behind his desk, frowning into his computer, and typing furiously.

  “Hey,” I said, falling into the chair across from his desk. “Do you know where Hannah is?”