Movie Merger (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #2)

by Angel, Rachel

  “Thanks. My heart is pounding like crazy. I’ve never done anything like that before. It felt pretty good.”

  “It was amazing. I hope I’m never on the receiving end of it,” Marshall laughed. “Now, it’s time to celebrate. Nothing else matters today. You’ve saved me millions, perhaps billions, and my studio. What would you like to do?”

  I pretended to think about it, knowing exactly what I wanted to do. “Well, I’ve seen your wine cellar now and was quite impressed with it. I was wondering what your bedroom looked like?”

  Marshall laughed, not wasting a moment to sweep me up in his arms and carry me from the office all the way to his house behind it and up to his room. He threw me on the bed, stripped down, and introduced me to a new day full of exciting sex with him. He was by far the best friend I’d ever had, and I was going to enjoy this friendship for all it was worth.

  Chapter 19

  That night, as our celebration wrapped up, and Marshall and I were lying there, and we’d eaten some food and were just talking, winding down from an incredible day, I could tell something was on his mind. “What are you thinking about?” I asked, running my fingernail down the curves of the six packs on his chest.

  “I have a confession,” Marshall said. I looked at him, hoping that things weren’t going to suddenly get crazy again. Yet, something in his eyes seemed so relaxed that I knew I didn’t have to worry.

  “Confess away then,” I answered, sitting up a little more.

  “Well, that day when we had our interview you immediately intrigued me. I could tell that you were more than just smart and that you didn’t just settle for anything. It was so new and refreshing to me that I did a little research.”

  “What do you mean…research?” I asked.

  “Well, after you stormed out of the restaurant and I watched you cross that busy street in a huff I just had to know more about you. I called Sophia and asked a lot of questions.”

  “What type of questions?”

  “I wanted to know about your relationship status. She told me about the guy who’d hurt you pretty badly, and how it had really messed with your emotions, even your judgment of a good guy from one who could be a real jerk.”

  “Oh, okay,” I replied. I couldn’t complain about that because I’d certainly done my best to find out a lot of information on Marshall myself. It was my way of trying to get a grasp on his unique and strong personality.

  “I also learned that you tend to like guys that are harder to get. You’re used to getting a lot of attention from men, and that seemed to bore you. You’re a woman who likes a good challenge.”

  “Is that why you’ve been putting me through the ringer with some of these things?” I asked.

  “Well, a bit,” Marshall said, shrugging his shoulders. “I just didn’t want you to automatically rule me out if I seemed too interested.”

  “And that had nothing to do with guarding your own emotions?” I replied. I was smiling. It was actually very sweet and enduring to me.

  “Well, of course that was a benefit. With everything I do I must see some sort of benefit. That’s just me.”

  “And one of the things I absolutely admire in you,” I replied.

  Marshall smiled, tucking my hair behind one ear before continuing to open up to everything that was on his mind at that moment. “I also want you to know that I am willing to wait for you in a physical sense if that’s what you’re comfortable with. I understand.”

  “Well, it’s a bit late for that, wouldn’t you say? We’ve already gone beyond that point, I’m happy to say.” I knew that Marshall was trying to show that he was reasonable and wouldn’t jump to a bad conclusion if I said no to intimacy. It was such a kind gesture and certainly a sign that he was trying to open up to me more. I leaned in to kiss Marshall and replied. “I’ll let you know if I think we need to take it slower in the physical arena. You let me know the same too, okay?”

  “I don’t think you’ll be hearing any suggestions from me. I find you rather refreshing and arousing, my lovely Becca.”

  “I just don’t want any games. Whatever is going to happen needs to be real because I can’t stand the games. I’ve always tried to avoid them…not that it’s always worked.”

  “Deal. I’ll try the same,” Marshall said before adding, “This is scary ground, you know?”

  “I know.”

  “Will you sleep over? In the morning I can take you to get some clothes. But I really want to be with you, be close to you. Why don’t we take a few days off? I have a beach house at my disposal from a friend. Sounds good?”

  “I think I can manage that.”

  “Excellent,” Marshall said. With that, the two of us fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke with the first light of day. I hadn’t felt better than what I did at that moment in a long time.

  Chapter 20

  I couldn’t deny it. I was excited to have a few days with Marshall all to myself away from everyone else’s prying eyes. It was a real chance for us to get to know each other better in every way.

  The beach house didn’t disappoint either. It was fantastic and gorgeous, located just off the Coast Highway in Malibu. It was all white, with sliding doors that opened up to allow the air from the nearby ocean in. Everything was meticulous, beautiful, and relaxed eloquence. This was the type of place I could get used to. I was so curious about who owned it, but all Marshall would say was a friend in response. I decided to leave the subject alone.

  I looked out the back balcony on the second floor, which overlooked a private beach. There were no neighbors in sight and I was impressed with the privacy that this house offered. It was something pretty rare to find in the area and whoever owned the house had definitely found a rare property.

  “The sun feels so great,” I said. “I suggest we relax in a bit and enjoy this beautiful day, Marshall. What do you say?”

  “Whatever you like. Let’s get changed.”

  “I don’t need anything else,” I said, slowly peeling off my sundress and sandals, showing that I just had some panties on underneath it. “This is how I plan on laying out. Those tan lines can be so bothersome, don’t you think?”

  “Just another sign of your brilliance,” Marshall said, staring hungrily at my breasts.

  We went out onto the balcony and lay down, bringing only our bodies and suntan oil with us.

  “Let me get your back,” I said. I straddled Marshall, rubbing the oil into his skin and giving him a slight massage while doing so.

  “That feels so good,” he mumbled, his head half buried into the lounge chair.

  “I couldn’t agree more. We’d hate for you to get burned, wouldn’t we?”

  “Indeed,” he said.

  I rubbed the oil in deeply and kept working my way down, kissing his sexy and hard butt as I went down. I gave it a little nibble and growled, causing Marshall to jump a bit and me to laugh. “Now that I know you like to bite, Becca, that’s given me some ideas.”

  “Hmm…can’t wait to see what you have in mind,” I replied, climbing off of him and going over to my own chair.

  I started to apply the oil to my front side and Marshall had his head turned watching me. I was giving him a mini erotica show right there on that balcony and enjoying the liberated feeling I had doing it. I’d never felt sexier or more desired. It was amazing how that feeling made me more adventurous and willing to do things that I might normally be reserved with.

  As I massaged the oil on my breasts and slowly slid my hands down further, Marshall whistled, adding, “Show me more,” after it. And I did.

  I slowly slid my fingers into me and began to move them back and forth, making myself more aroused by the minute. The oil on my breasts being kissed by the ocean breeze made them very alert and I slowly pleasured myself to climax with my right hand while my left hand massaged my breast, my fingers working and rubbing my nipples in a circle to peak hardness. I reached it up to my mouth and licked it as I came. It felt so great, but better yet,
it gave me the reaction I was really hoping for.

  Marshall came over to me and pulled me up and took me over to the railing where I put my hands out and leaned forward, thrusting my butt out in front of his hard erection. From behind me, Marshall thrust into me and grabbed on to my hips. He moved back and forth forcefully, reaching deep into me, twisting his hips, and causing such a sensation in me, causing me to explode into a shattering climax. His moves grew quicker and I kept coming, not able to stop the bliss I was feeling. Then in a single intense thrust, Marshall stiffened and whispered, “It’s time.”

  He exploded and then leaned in to me, whispering in my ear. “Becca, I can honestly say that I’m speechless. That was the sexiest damn thing that I’ve ever seen, very arousing.”

  I smiled. Marshall sounded winded and dumbfounded. I enjoyed being able to give him that reaction. “I knew that it would be fun to lie out in the sun. The only problem is now I’m all full of oil. I think I need a shower.”

  “How about that? Me too,” Marshall said.

  We went into the bedroom and Marshall started the shower. It was a huge walk-in shower with jet streams that came out of the wall. There was also a little bench there. Marshall must have decided that it was his turn to take over. I wasn’t going to complain either. He grabbed the shampoo and gently started to massage it into my scalp, cleaning my hair and then rinsing the shampoo out of it. Then he took a loofah and some liquid body soap and began to clean my body, sitting me down on the bench while he did the front side.

  Marshall moved so slowly and carefully, gently touching each section of my body. It gave me chills because it was such an intense touch, charged with emotion and sexual energy. As he made his way down my body he slowly kissed each part that he’d just washed and made me feel so incredible. When he got to my feet he slowly began to nibble each one, making a rush of adrenaline travel through me. It tickled some, but at the same time it was so highly arousing and something that I’d never experienced before. It felt incredible. My hands were gripping the bench tightly, trying to control my urge to touch him. I wasn’t supposed to upon his request, but it was driving me crazy.

  After I was cleaned up I began to wash Marshall’s body, using my hands and the soap. I roamed every inch of it, teasing him in his most private places with my pinky. He shuddered, showing a combination of shock and definitely a bit of awe. My breasts were pressed against his back and I was kissing him softly, whispering that he was so desirable and sexy in between kisses. Marshall breathed in and I could feel how relaxed he was with me, willing to accept anything I may want to do. It was empowering and there was so much that I wanted to do, but I didn’t want to do it all right away. A little playful flirting and teasing would do just the trick for building up to a night time finale that would leave my toes curled.

  By the time dinner rolled around Marshall was ready to impress me with his culinary talents and grilled us some steaks and baked potatoes for supper. It was fantastic and the bottle of wine he had to accompany it hit the spot. I kept being suggestive and playfully flirty and found out that Marshall liked that game all too well and was all too good at it too. He did the same and before I knew it I could practically feel my hormones bouncing around inside of me, demanding to be relieved.

  We took a walk on the beach, just holding hands and laughing away about silly things, not having a care in the world. For some reason, Marshall suddenly brought up what my dad would think about all this and I answered honestly, saying he’d be freaked out. He laughed, saying that he was a smart man. He should be. Then he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and ran into the ocean water. I could feel the freezing cold drops splashing against my skin and I screamed.

  “I think I’ll throw you in. You need to cool off, you little vixen,” Marshall said.

  “Don’t you dare,” I protested. Marshall began to swing me back and forth in his arms like he was getting set to launch me. “No, no,” I pleaded.

  “3, 2, 1, and launch,” Marshall said, tossing me. Only I was quick enough and I grabbed his shirt and got a good hold of him. I went plunging into the water, followed by Marshall. We were both laughing so hard as we wrapped our arms around each other and began to kiss. It was slow and deliberate, heating me up in the cold evening water. I put my hand down and unzipped Marshall’s beach combers, letting him spring to life. Then I lifted up my dress and hiked myself into his arms, sliding onto him. We kissed and fucked with Marshall holding me up in his strong arms, moving within me up and down.

  A larger wave than what was expected crashed into us and we topped over with me landing on Marshall. We just kept moving, as if that wave was just a part of the natural sequence of our intimacy. I stared at Marshall as his head was in the sand and bits of water were splashing up. The waves didn’t slow us down, but fired both of us until we were quickening our pace, panting hard and out of breath until we both came again. This time it was more intimate and tender than the others had been. It was more vulnerable, more loving.

  Afterward, Marshall looked at me from beneath me. He placed his arms behind his head and just stared at me. I stared back and neither of us said a word. We just studied each other. I wondered what he was thinking and wished that I could tap into his mind and just hear his thoughts and see what he saw for just one brief moment. I’d understand him so much better.

  Eventually we got up and made our way back to the beach house. We were full of sand and soaking wet, using the outdoor shower to clean off before going into the house. My body was shot at that moment and I yawned.

  “Let’s get some sleep. You never know what adventures await us tomorrow,” Marshall said.

  “I think that’s a great idea,” I replied.

  We crawled into bed and I fell asleep quickly. I woke up in the morning, remembering a dream I’d had where Marshall was just staring at me. Was it really a dream or did it actually happen? I didn’t know, but the look he had was one that seemed to show genuine fear. I’m not sure what it was he was afraid of, but I hoped that I could ease his worries.

  Marshall was still sleeping when I got up and I snuck downstairs into the kitchen. I was so hungry and wanted to surprise Marshall by making him breakfast. If I could get it done in time I’d deliver it to him in bed. I slipped on his oxford shirt that was sitting in the corner and snuck downstairs.

  The kitchen was equipped with a full fridge of food and I wondered if Marshall had made sure it was stocked before they’d gotten there. He was organized enough to do it and he certainly had a huge appetite that demanded it.

  I put on some music and was singing away, making a breakfast of homemade hash browns, scrambled eggs, sausage, and pancakes. I was serving the goods up onto two plates, one massive portion for Marshall and one fairly small one for me. I was hungry, but even at my hungriest I could never compete with Marshall in the food consumption arena.

  Just as everything was on the tray I turned around to make my way up to the bedroom, feeling darn lucky that I’d pulled off the breakfast in bed feat—almost. Marshall was standing there, leaning casually against the entrance to the kitchen. His pajama bottoms hugged his sexy hip line snuggly, and his hair was messed up, but he had a gorgeous smile on his face that took my breath away. Why didn’t he smile like that more often?

  “What’s this?”

  “You ruined the surprise,” I protested. “I wanted to get back up to the room before you woke up.”

  “It was the strangest thing. I woke up to somebody singing, but I couldn’t tell if it was a wounded bird or one of those crappy new songs that are so abundantly popular on the radio.”

  I blushed. I did have a horrible voice and never would have guessed that I’d get busted with it. “Oh, you heard that, huh.”

  “Yep, not brilliant by any means, but adorable. You look fantastic when you’re barefoot in the kitchen cooking.”

  “Real funny.”

  “I’m hungry.”

  “Would you like to eat down here?” I asked.

  �
�Sure.”

  Marshall walked over to me and slowly began to unbutton his oxford shirt I was wearing and let it slid off my shoulders to the floor. He leaned in and began kissing my neck and ear while his hands roamed all over my body. I felt my body heat up like a fire, instantly in need for him.

  The next thing I knew Marshall was picking me up by the waist and setting me on the kitchen island, giving me a sexy wink right afterward. He had me lean back and my arms were bracing me so I didn’t fall. He lifted my knees up, placing my legs over his shoulders and then began to lean down, licking my folds passionately and flicking his tongue in and out of me. “I’m hungry for you,” he growled in between licks. He increased the pressure of his tongue, making me moan and arch my back, ready for release. I began to shake as the intensity of my desire came over me, knowing that I was about to orgasm right then and there from his masterful tongue and its precision moves. As my orgasm erupted Marshall slid into me, intensifying the orgasm and rocking with more thrusts, increasing the length of my orgasm.

  After giving me that completely satisfying experience Marshall quickly said. “Okay, it’s time for us to eat. I was thinking we could do a little shopping today if you are up for it.”

  “Okay,” I said quietly. My head was still spinning from what Marshall had just done and I couldn’t even think straight. He could have said that we were going to go get Mohawks and dye our hair purple and I would have answered the exact same way.

  My serving Marshall breakfast in bed ended up being a tender breakfast where he ate and fed me at the same time. He’d take a big bite and then I would take a small bite, savoring each moment, and making sure I was fed. He could be so caring and sweet when we eat. I realized now how important having a meal was to him, and why he valued each one. Growing up with a drug addict mother who never took care of him, oftentimes he would just go hungry, not being fed. My heart reached out to him, feeling the poor child’s hunger and loneliness. No wonder why Marshall was so guarded with his feelings. He had to learn to protect himself, to watch out for himself since no one else would.