Just like Grey (Series ONE Complete Set): Billionaire Romance

by Jessie Cooke

  “What the hell do you want?”

  “That’s not a nice way to talk to the guy who has your phone,” Ryan said.

  I looked down at myself…no pockets. “How did you get my phone?”

  “I stole it…” While he was being a smart ass, I left him standing there and went to get my purse. I checked every pocket. No phone. Shit. He was talking again. I went back over to the peephole. Damn! Why does he always have to look so good?

  “You left it at the store. I was the last one in your call log so the kid called me. I was kind enough to pick it up for you and now I’m being kind enough to return it.”

  “Leave it on the doorstep.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No. You want your phone, I have something to say. Fair exchange.”

  Shit! “You get five minutes.”

  “Fair enough.”

  I unlocked the door and pulled it open. He ran his eyes all the way down my body and back up before finally stepping inside. I rolled my eyes and wondered if he noticed the bloating. I closed the door before holding out my hand, palm up. He put the iPhone on my palm and then he said, “Olivia, we got off to such a bad start. All I want is a chance to start over.”

  “Start over where, Ryan? We barely know each other, we’ve already had sex and I’m not even sure that we like each other.”

  “I like you…”

  “You practically called me a whore.”

  “Why? Because I offered you the two million dollars that you agreed to take from my dad to sleep with him?”

  I felt the anger well up in my chest again as he threw in my face that I’d already accepted the money from his father before he ever offered it. The thing that sucked so badly is that he was right. He went on then to say, “I have a hard time understanding how you could agree to that with my dad, get pissed off when I won’t pay you and then pissed off again when I offer it back. What is it that you want?”

  I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes and I was mortified. I was not going to cry in front of this guy. “I want you and every other stupid man who thinks I need him to leave me alone.”

  Ryan stepped in close and reached for me. I took a step back. “Don’t cry, okay? Olivia, I do not think you’re a whore. But please stop punishing me because you feel guilty about your decisions.” That did it. He pushed me over the edge. I began to cry. I have no idea why, but I couldn’t control it and I couldn’t stop. Ryan didn’t say anything he just took another step towards me and pulled me into his chest. I soaked the front of his shirt with tears and snot. Each time I thought I was finished, I would think of something else and start crying again. As messed up as my life had been lately, I could probably have gone on like that all day. Ryan’s arms were warm and his chest comfortable and I might have held onto him for just a minute longer than I should have. He picked up one hand and stroked down the length of my hair and the other was wrapped tightly around my waist. For the first time in a long time a man had me in his arms and it wasn’t because he was trying to get anything sexual from me. That made me cry again.

  17

  Ryan

  Olivia just kept crying. It was becoming a theme for our relationship. I finally walked her over to the sofa and sat her down and then I put my arm around her and she started crying again. I pulled her into me and we just sat there for a long time. I didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t want to say the wrong thing, so I just held her. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she took one last pass at my shirt with her snotty nose and then she said,

  “You’re right, I set myself up for all of this. I never should have taken that escort job and expected people to think that I wasn’t a hooker. I never should have agreed to do what I did with your father…I never should have cheated on my husband.” I liked being right, a lot. Normally, I would have been a smart ass about it and told her so. I wasn’t feeling it though. I wouldn’t even mind being wrong if it would mean that she was happier.

  “Don’t listen to me,” I told her. “I rarely ever know what I’m talking about.”

  “Thank you for saying that, but it’s all true. It’s my entire fault that this is where I’ve ended up in my life.”

  “Hey, it could be worse,” I told her.

  Laughing sadly she said, “Really?”

  “Sure, you could have ended up wiping your snot across a much less sexy chest.” That made her laugh. It’s what I was going for.

  “I’m sorry about your shirt. I’m going to go wash my face. You can take it off if you like.”

  “You’re just trying to get me naked now.”

  Laughing again she said, “You wish.” Poor Little Rye had just begun to wake up and come alive. When she said that, he tucked his head back in. I watched her get up and go down the hall. That woke him back up. While she was gone I slipped off my shirt. Her tears had soaked all the way through the shirt and my chest was wet and a little bit slimy. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a few paper towels. As I reached to turn on the sink to wet them I saw a bottle of tequila, a full shot glass and a pregnancy test. It was a strange combination, but maybe at least one of the items explained all of that crying. I wiped the slime off my chest and dried it. I was leaving the kitchen before I processed what I’d just seen. A pregnancy test? Is Olivia pregnant? If so…is there a chance that it’s mine…or my father’s? Son of a bitch. No wonder she’s such a mess. I started to pick it up and take it back into the living room with me to ask her about it…but since she’d just finally got her emotions under control, I decided against it. I left it where she was and went through the swinging doors. She was back in the living room. Her face was scrubbed clean of tears and make-up and she’d piled that long, silky hair up on top of her head. She looked more beautiful than ever and I found myself wondering what it might be like if she was pregnant with my baby.

  “Feeling better?” I asked her. She smiled and nodded. She had a wet towel in her hand that she held out to me. I went over and took it even though I’d already cleaned up. I sat down next to her and started to wipe my chest with it. To my surprise and Little Rye’s delight, she took it out of my hand and began to wipe it for me. She moved the towel in slow, sensuous circles. There was nothing left there to wipe off so she used it to trace the outlines of the tattoos on my chest and down my arms. Her touch was soft and gentle, but assertive at the same time and it made me shudder. I sat quietly and let her finish what she was doing. It was almost like she was in a trance, and when she’d gone over my entire chest and arms twice she suddenly seemed to snap out of it and her face colored as she looked up at me.

  I smiled down at her and said, “Thank you, I think that’s the cleanest my chest has ever been.” She looked down at the towel in her hand and tossed it aside and then she pressed both of her palms against me. The heat of her body flowed through her hands and into my chest and once again, I just waited to see what she would do. Her breaths were coming faster and the color in her face began to look less like a blush and more like a flush…she wanted me, but I was going to let her make the first move.

  She used her soft fingers now to trace the tattoos once more. She traced from the top of my collarbone down and then slowly back up. When she finished, she put that hand on the side of my face and cupped my jaw. She was staring up at me with those beautiful eyes and Little Rye was doing the rhumba in my shorts. I finally couldn’t take the waiting any longer. I dipped my head down and caught her lips in mine. She sucked in a breath and then she leaned into me and responded in a way that touched every part of my nervous system. She let her lips fall apart and took my tongue into her mouth. As I explored, she alternated between pushing her own tongue into mine and then sucking on it, like she was trying to suck it down her throat. Damn she’s sexy!

  When she broke the kiss our faces remained so close that I could feel her breaths. I reached out with my tongue and traced the outline of her lips. She closed her eyes and let out a little moan as she leaned into me. So fucking responsive. I love
it. “I want you, Olivia…so fucking bad!” I breathed the words out before I even realized it. She leaned back into me and brushed her lips against mine and then she smiled.

  “I want you too,” she whispered. I stood up and scooped her up before she had a chance to think about it and change her mind. I carried her down the hall in my arms and straight into the bathroom.

  “Oops, this wasn’t what I was going for.” She giggled and pointed across the hall. I carried her in there and through a trail of boxes and then I laid her down on the bed. Somehow my sex-addled brain suddenly remembered how fragile and vulnerable she’s been and I wondered if this was the right thing to do. I wanted her so badly that my guts were twisted up in knots and my cock was so hard it was painfully pressed into the zipper of my jeans. But, I had to ask if this was the right thing to do. I reached down and cupped her chin in my hand and tipped her head back so that she was looking at me. “Hey, are you sure about this?”

  She didn’t hesitate a beat as she said, “Yes, I want this. I want you. Touch me. Please.”

  I bent down and as my lips made contact with hers I let my hands reach down and find her beautiful body. The kiss was long and slow and I used that time to find the bottom of her t-shirt and slide it up over her head. She broke the kiss and finished pulling it off before tossing it across the room.

  I looked down at her again. Her nipples were hard and pressed up against the light fabric of her bra. I shuddered and my lips found hers again, this time kissing her more urgently. I let my hands slide down to her waist and found the elastic band of her little yoga pants. I broke the kiss long enough to pull them down and when I got them down to her feet, she pulled her legs out of them. She was trembling now as I caressed her legs all the way up. I stopped just short of the tiny little panties she wore. I let them run around her waist behind her and I unhooked the bra, letting my lips graze the side of her neck as I did. She let it fall forward and slide down off her arms and my breath caught in my throat.

  I sat down next to her and placed one of my hands on her back. I pulled her up against my chest so that her beautiful breasts were crushed up against me. We kissed again and while we did I felt her tearing at the button and zipper of my jeans. She seemed to be in a hurry, so I reached down to help her.

  18

  Olivia

  I both couldn’t believe I was doing this again…and I couldn’t believe I had the willpower to stay away so long. He’s so fucking sexy. As his jeans slid down off his hips, his tight stomach came into view. The impressive bulge in the front of his boxers seemed to be begging to be set free. I was more than happy to help. We both pushed down on them like they were on fire and when he popped free, I had to touch him. I cupped him in the palm of my hand and relished the gasp that escaped from his lips. There was no doubt in my mind any longer that this was what I wanted and whatever happened after the night would be well worth it. We were the only two people on earth and nothing else mattered except for the way he made me feel.

  “You’re so beautiful, Olivia,” he breathed out. He reached one hand around my waist and the other across my back and then he tangled his fingers in my hair and used it to hold my head in place. He covered my lips with his and laid me back on the bed as we kissed. I was so hot and wet and the feel of his hard erection pressing into my hip only intensified those feelings. His lips left mine and traveled down my jaw to my neck. He stopped there to kiss and suck for a few seconds, causing my body to convulse with pleasure.

  “Oh God, Ryan!”

  I felt him smile into me and then with his lips still pressed into my flesh he said, “Not yet baby…but I’ll take you to see him soon.” He continued his travels down my body and when he made it to my breasts I put my hands on the back of his head and tangled my fingers in his hair. I guided his head towards my nipples and he licked and sucked on them, sending jolts of pleasure from that center racing through my body in all directions. While he pleasured one with his lips and tongue and even his teeth I felt his hand slide down over my belly until he reached the top of one of my thighs. He let his fingers play along the elastic of my panties, teasing and enticing me. I was soaking wet and moaning and writhing underneath his touch. He switched his mouth over to the other breast and let his fingers slip in between my wet lips.

  “Oh Jesus!” I cried out. I was so sensitive. My lips were swollen and my clit was aching to be touched. I arched my hips up at him and I felt him smile again, this time against the breast he was sucking on. I tightened my grip on his hair and when I did, he bit down on my nipple making me cry out. I pushed his head harder into me and he began to bite and nibble all across it. It wasn’t enough to hurt, just enough to dance along that line of pleasure and pain. I was so into that I hardly realized he was pulling my panties down. When he got them to the tops of my knees he lifted me back on the bed so I was in the center but my legs were still dangling off the side. Then suddenly his face was between my legs and his tongue was separating my hot wet skin and licking its way up to my hard, swollen clit. It was throbbing and I was on the verge of screaming if he didn’t touch it soon.

  “Fuck! Please Ryan…” He didn’t need to ask what I wanted. I felt him shift and then suddenly his hot tongue was on my clit and he licked and sucked and nibbled until I thought my head would explode right there. I was gasping and moaning loudly. My new neighbors were getting a free audio porn show. Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly feel any better, he began penetrating me with his fingers at the same time. He moved his fingers in and out, exploring, tantalizing, and mercilessly driving me towards my building climax. I could barely catch my breath and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it would rip right out of my chest.

  “Wait Ryan,” I begged almost incoherently. “Please wait.”

  He raised his head and looked up at me with those sexy eyes. He had concern on his face. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No baby…God no, not even close. I don’t want to come yet. I want to taste you first.”

  He grinned and said, “I’m not going to say no to that.” I tried to smile back. I was so shaky and my mouth was so dry that even that was hard to do. I sat up and he lay back. I reached for the evidence of his desire for me that was now throbbing only inches from my face. With the other hand I ran my hand across his flat stomach, feeling each defined muscle with my fingers. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock then and gave it a squeeze. He gasped and sucked in a hard breath as I began to stroke him gently. I leaned down and grazed the tip of it with my tongue. He groaned and I felt his hands go to my hair. I slithered down off the side of the bed to my knees and with my hands I caressed the inner part of his thighs. He was looking down at me and the look in his eyes was pure lust and pleasure. I slid my fingers along the shaft of his hard cock and began to explore the sensitive flesh behind his balls. While my hands explored, I let his cock slide into my mouth. He made a primal sound and his hands fisted tighter into my hair. As I sucked it all the way to the back of my throat I felt his body convulse. I didn’t stop there. I tipped my head back so the head of his cock could slide all the way into my throat. Then I swallowed before letting him slide out as I ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I swirled the head of it with my lips and then he would thrust up off the bed and plunge back into my mouth. I continued stroking with my tongue and playing with my fingers as he held my head in place and fucked my mouth. I loved the noises he was making. I could feel a rush of hot fluid between my legs with each sexy sound.

  I began to start at the base and draw up and away, sucking hard and slow and then softer and faster. He was still watching me and I was getting more turned on by it each time I looked up at his face. I slid my hands underneath his ass and squeezed and kneaded his cheeks as I licked and sucked and he thrust himself in and out of me, groaning and grunting and calling out my name. I loved the way it sounded on his lips. I suddenly felt his already long, thick cock begin to grow and harden in my mouth. I clutched onto his hips tighter and pulled him tow
ards me, burying him in my throat. He gasped out what sounded like a strangled cry and said, “Oh fuck baby! Stop! God, it feels so good…but I want to come inside of you.”

  I reluctantly let him slide out between my swollen lips. His cock was shiny with the trail of my saliva that coated it from base to tip. He grabbed hold of me underneath the arms and as he flipped me over he repositioned us so that I was in the middle. My whole body was on fire as he lowered himself down over me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and reached up and put my hands behind his neck. I let them trace across his broad shoulders and feel their way down across the hard muscles of his arms. He had the head of his cock resting against my entrance, teasing me. He almost drove me to beg before letting just a fraction of himself slip inside of me. I gasped and clamped down with my muscles, trying to keep him inside of me. I was afraid he was going to pull back out. He began to work himself in deeper and I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. He felt so fucking good…he fit me like a glove. As he moved against me I could feel the silky heat of his sweat against my breasts. My nipples were still raw with the memory of his sucks and bites. All at once he thrust his full length into me and began a steady, pulsing rhythm in and out. The base of his cock slid against my sensitive, swollen clit each time as his thrusts became harder and more urgent. I thrust my hips up and dug my fingernails into his back. At the same time I felt his teeth bite down into my shoulder. I cried out and my body tensed up. I hung there for a few seconds, teetering on the brink of another fantastic orgasm. He was grinding into me, holding onto my hips so I wouldn’t slip away. I realized suddenly that I had my hands on my own breasts. I started to move them but he reached up and put one back. I took hold of them then and as he pounded into me, I pinched and pulled on my nipples. I let my hands travel down to where we were joined together then and I let one finger find my clit. He grunted out his approval as I began to rub myself while he fucked me. It didn’t take long…only seconds before my legs were tensing up again and then the walls of my pussy clenched down hard against his cock. He continued to hold me in place and move gently while the orgasm shattered through me. I felt it burn and shake everything inside of me, at last settling into my toes.