Exposure_A Stone Billionaire Series Novel

by Kaya Woodward

  Stepping out of the shower to slip into a white bikini with straps all over that could be painted on my body.

  I analyze my reflection; my body isn't perfect, but I'm still in great shape.

  Flat stomach, my breasts are smaller, but the curves make up for that.

  I slip a red backless halter dress over the bikini that goes all the way down to just above where the bikini begins before brushing my teeth and stepping out onto the patio as Corban hops out of bed and joins me on the patio

  “I can't sleep,” He smiles, his voice hoarse with sleep deprivation, and incredibly sexy, and there he is, in all his glory, with that incredible body.

  In just boxers. Red.

  His skin isn't tan, but every inch of him is unbelievable that I want to lick him all over again.

  “Breakfast?” I suggest. “We could do something today? Check those things off that list of yours?”

  “Okay, Ava,” He shakes his head, laughing.

  “It's Bex!” I call after him, as he walks away.

  “Hey,” He pokes his head back out onto the patio. “For the sake of page six, I think it's probably best if I call you Ava, if anyone from New York is here, and we are going to see Noah at some point, I'm sure he's spoken with my mother.” Corban adds.

  “Damn it. You're right. Then we have to have rules,” I demand.

  “What rules?” he asks.

  “You can't just go kissing me. You can't treat me like Bexley if you're going to call me…” I begin.

  Corban crosses the distance between us, sweeping me up and forcing his lips on mine, almost wrapping me up in another incredible kiss before I gather my bearings and manage to smack him clear across the face.

  “What was that for!” Corban asks indignantly.

  “I said you couldn't treat me like Bexley!” I yell.

  “I was kissing you!” he defends himself.

  “You are moronic!” I scream at him, luckily, we are in the absolute last bure, and I'm sure no one can hear us on the last patio.

  I am livid with this man now because he just doesn't listen to me, not one bit.

  “You just don't listen! I will pretend to be your fiancée, but you can't do anything remotely romantic when we are alone if you're going to treat me like me!” I demand.

  “What if I want to?” he asks.

  “That's not an option.” I storm out of the room, seething hot with anger, about to storm out of the bure, before I feel Corban scoop me up in his arms and throw me over his shoulder, carrying me towards the washroom.

  “Put me the fuck down!” I scream, slamming my fists against his back, but this seems not to affect him as he carries me to the outdoor shower because he turns the water on cold, all the way and I'm suddenly soaking wet and freezing despite the warmth of the day.

  It's still early, so the heat hasn't set in, and now I'm screaming at him to put me down.

  So, he finally does.

  And when he does I stop screaming because the anger fades away.

  “The cold helps.” He tells me. “My therapist says when you're in crisis, or angry, to use the cold to help calm you down.”

  My hair is slick against my face, and I'm cold, but I can't feel a hint of the emotion that I felt seconds ago, and I'm beginning to realize that Corban is right, he does have to call me Ava, and for sanity's sake, I just need to go along with this for now, and deal with the repercussions later, even if he could break me.

  I feel my face soften as I close my eyes, moving my hair behind my face as the shower rains cold water all over my face and I can feel it, the laughter bubbling up.

  Opening my eyes, to see Corban smiling at me like that, this feels all too real, and I feel dizzy.

  But it's not from sleep deprivation, and I can't blame that or being overly emotional.

  “It was you,” I ask him. “Wasn’t it?”

  “What?” He looks confused.

  “At the launch party, last September, the one after, I don’t remember. It was a party on a yacht, and you were there, and you defended me,” I try to explain.

  “That was you?” Corban stares at me in disbelief.

  “You remember?” I ask, dumbfounded that he would remember a little thing like that.

  “Of course, I remember,” Corban’s voice softens.

  We are alone, and there is no one to blame but myself for what happens next.

  I kiss him, or he kisses me.

  I'm not sure as our lips smash together and I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him flush against me as our tongues touch.

  Corban’s hands go to the back of my thighs, underneath the hem of my dress, against my wet skin.

  His hands are warm, and I welcome his touch.

  I miss human contact, where I desire a man as much as he lusts for me.

  Right now, there's nothing I can do, to stop the wave of emotion that overcomes me as I his lips move underneath my face, and down my neck.

  He pulls the string on my halter and slides it down my body to the floor as I cling to him.

  That was the drawback of taking the lower paying jobs, the ones where I didn't have to sleep with anyone: I haven't had sex in months.

  Now I need it like air.

  I let him analyze the bikini on my body, and he growls in approval, mentioning that it may have to go in a few seconds.

  I do not protest.

  “I've wanted to get my hands on you since we met,” He admits, to which my nod comes, agreeing as our lips meet again feverishly.

  He pushes me away from the spray of the water, against the intricate tile of the outdoor shower, to pull the bikini top right over my head. He tosses it aside because it's useless to both of us now.

  Corban mutters “Gorgeous,” Under his breath, and I'm suddenly breathless as his lips work their way across my collarbone, down my chest as his hand slips into the bikini bottoms, one finger working its way against my clit slowly.

  The whine that comes from my lips is entirely because I've wanted this from the second I knew where this was going. He approves as I slide his boxers down, reaching down to encircle his erect shaft with my hand, smirking against his lips, which have found mine again.

  Oh, the size.

  Not overly long, longer than average, but also thick.

  When I smirk again he bites my lower lip before one finger slides inside me. He curls it inside me to elicit a low moan from my mouth. I can only feel the heat between us building.

  “Corban…” I can barely breath and somehow his name comes from my lips

  He’s got me wrapped around his finger.

  Never in my life have I ever said a man's name in bed.

  Now he's got me twisted inside and out. I can barely understand left from right as he bites my neck in approval.

  “I think I like my name on those lips,” He growls as I stroke his shaft.

  His cock flexes in my hands.

  “I need you,” Corban whispers as he presses his forehead against mine before his wet lips claim mine again.

  He kisses from my mouth to my neck then sucks on my nipple gently. Still, he rubs my clit in such a slow torturous motion that I’m damn near ready to beg for more.

  “Oh god, I want you!” I finally let the words out.

  Corban doesn't even hesitate now, he pulls the bikini bottoms down, carefully lifting one foot, then the other before scooting them away. He kicks away his boxers before he lifts me up by my thighs, with strong, capable hands and I gasp.

  Then his eyes find mine, and I see a smirk on those delicious lips.

  He sinks his cock between my legs, intent on watching my face as he takes me.

  “Oh my god!” I gasp and whine as he lets out a primal groan.

  My thighs shake as I cling to him, our bodies pressed together as he begins to thrust into me.

  I can't think of anything other than the fact that I've never been so full of a man.

  I know something, deep down, and it's a startling fact that there's emotion in this.
As he finds my eyes, and I bite my lower lip, trying to keep myself from saying his name, he knows it too.

  We’re hypnotized by each other, and every exquisite thrust between my legs makes it seem as though he’s going deeper, and deeper.

  “Corban!” I whine, letting out a long moan.

  The sound coming from my lips is a mixture of desperate and passionate.

  My cries for more echo in the outdoor shower, but neither of us cares, especially as Corban’s groans and grunts become louder.

  “Corban!” I moan his name again, biting into his shoulder.

  “Ava!” His desperate groan spells out our longing for each other.,

  He grips my thighs with more fever, then finds my lips passionately again, moving against me harder.

  He draws his cock in and out slowly, pressing inside me so deeply that I feel as though I'm spinning wildly out of control.

  “You’re incredible!” I gasp as he teeth sink into my shoulder.

  The mixture of pleasure and pain does things I don’t remember ever happening before.

  Every movement only sends me further off the precipice of reality.

  I moan into his kisses, bite his skin, and wrap my legs around his waist, forcing him to go deeper.

  “Fuck!” I scream.

  He’s almost too deep, almost.

  Sex has never felt like this before.

  “God, you're so beautiful like this,” I hear his voice in my ear, driving me wild as I cling to him.

  All I can do is cling to his body, pressed between him and the shower wall as he grips me harder, driving into me, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.

  I feel something building inside of me that I've never felt before until I realize it's a different sort of orgasm.

  “Corban…” I moan again, and he knows what's happening, watching my face as I bite my lip.

  A ripple of warmth runs through me, and my muscles spasm on him, his long shaft pumping me harder as the most explosive orgasm I've ever experienced runs through my body and I can do nothing but hold onto him, digging my nails into his back.

  I’m screaming his name as his glorious cock swells inside me.

  One final deep thrust makes me shudder as I ride the wave of pleasure, shaking in his arms.

  “Ava!” He grunts, digging his teeth into my skin as I feel his hot cum spill inside me.

  I continue clinging to him, unable to breathe or think.

  “Holy shit,” Corban swears.

  We cling to each other for several minutes, breathing heavily, the shower still running.

  “Oh my god,” I whisper as our foreheads touch.

  Namely the most fantastic sex I've ever had in my life.

  “Fuck,” He mutters, kissing me softly. “You're so beautiful like that.”

  That's something I'm not used to either.

  “You look amazing,” he says gently. “You look amazing wrapped around my cock like that.”

  He finally lowers me to the ground so I can stand, but my legs are weak and shaky.

  Hell, my entire body is shaking.

  Corban senses this, and scoops me up, carrying me to the freshly made bed to lay me across it, even though I’m dripping wet.

  ****

  I try to process how I feel about the sex as I get ready to go for breakfast.

  I need to shower on my own and think about the consequences of what's between us.

  And there is something there, whether I am ready to admit to it or not.

  I can barely look at myself in the mirror.

  I made a conscious decision in my head that I wasn't going to sleep with him if he was going to call me Ava.

  The second I was put to the test, he had me at his mercy, and there was nothing I could do to stop the wave of passion that overcame me.

  I wanted him.

  I wanted him more than I've ever wanted any man in my life.

  I haven't wanted anyone, like that.

  And that stings.

  That stings hard.

  Because underneath everything, all his attitude and the fact that he seems to think he deserves everything, he's not bad.

  Or maybe it's the orgasm talking.

  Maybe what he did to me, which is probably ruin me for whoever comes along next, is what's talking, and not my brain.

  Because I can't stop thinking about those heated moments in the shower.

  I look at myself again and watch the blush rise in my cheeks, remember how he just took control, pressed me up against the tile, and just did whatever he wanted, and I just gave in, at the snap of my fingers.

  I physically snap.

  That's all it took, was one incredible mind-bending experience to sort of change my mind about him.

  Not sort of.

  I want that to happen again.

  I'm more than thinking about it.

  If he initiates anything more again, I'm absolute toast because I can barely think when his lips touch mine.

  He's like wildfire, once he touches me that spark just ignites and spreads, and then I can't think about anything else.

  The world fades away entirely and all the consequences of my actions?

  Those are toast too.

  I'm such a fool, I think, splashing my face with water.

  Part of me wants to teach him a lesson, for doing this to me.

  The bigger part of me just wants to do that again.

  Again, and again, and again.

  So, I can just get Corban out of my system and move on from this whole thing.

  But I know deep down inside, already, that I do not want to move on from this.

  Because this is the first time, that I've ever felt something that made me feel differently.

  That made me feel like this wasn't just sex like this wasn't just a random night with some guy I'll never see again.

  That's because he's in the next room waiting for me.

  Waiting to lure me into the next compromising position.

  Waiting to have me vulnerable again.

  Which, now that this has happened, I guess I'm likely to be.

  Because I know I cannot resist his touch, innocent or otherwise.

  I need him to touch me again.

  The desire for him is that bad, now that I think about it.

  No one has ever done anything like that before, just taken control and given me something so powerful I felt the shaking through my entire body.

  I blush just thinking about every single moment, and then I realize I'd better join him before he starts thinking too highly of himself.

  Chapter 4: Corban

  May 3, 2017

  Ava is still blushing across from me as I rub my foot against hers, and I know for a fact that was probably the best sex we've both had, in a very long time. I know that tops my list, and the very long list of women I've slept with.

  In my business, very few things are certain, especially with the way things move.

  Like Corona 150. It was the first program we ever developed that worked properly and started off the business. We designed it in college and named it Corona 150, because once we realized it worked, we bought 150 Corona beers for our dorm and drank them all in one night. That turned into a major lawsuit, and now the whole program has been redesigned and called CORONER 180.

  So, you never know how things are going to go. Especially since we got sued by the beer company over the name of the goddamned program, of all fucking things.

  This I do know: sex with Ava? That would never get stale.

  And not once, since the shower, has she corrected me for calling her Ava, no mention of Bexley thank god.

  That only makes me afraid to bring up the nondisclosure agreement, but at least her mood has turned around. Though she has tried to hide the various marks on her neck, albeit not well. With her hair down, they're a lot less noticeable, but still, I can see every single place I left a mark on her, and I hope every other man can see them too.

  I realize that sounds possessive, but she
makes me a little crazy.

  Okay, more than a little.

  I have the urge to press her against every single surface I see.

  I want a repeat performance, multiple times.

  “Stop looking at me like that; you look like you want to eat me,” Ava giggles.

  “Maybe I do,” I joke.

  Joking isn't my thing, but she makes me an entirely different person, and for that I am grateful.

  “I was thinking we could do what you said, go into town, rent bikes, learn how to fish,” I suggest.

  “Sure,” Ava's brilliant smile lights up my life again, and I realize I would say yes to anything she asks of me.

  I put the nondisclosure agreement in the back of my head because it doesn't matter to me anymore, this woman is suddenly what matters.

  That wasn't just sex, a little part of me knows that that was something that comes along rarely.

  I don't think it's happened to me before, but I'm sure that's what making love to a woman feels like.

  Actually.

  That's never happened to me before.

  I don't call women beautiful.

  I don't find women beautiful.

  But the way her body looked during that little escapade? God that was a thing of beauty. There's no other way to describe; she looks so intense with me inside her.

  She should look like that all the time.

  The way she blushes as she smiles highlights her light complexion and it makes me fall for her even more.

  I set up a Jeep with a couple of bikes, and we head out for the small village to do things on our own.

  I prefer this to the standard hotel tours, though that's usually where I get into trouble. With Ava by my side, I'm sure we're going to get into more trouble than I care to admit.

  Ava smiles the whole ride, inhaling the sea air, the wind whipping her hair around her face as I wrap an arm around her and I can't believe I feel free.

  Free for the first time of everything I'm committed to in a long time.

  I'm not worried about Clint fucking around, my brother, or my business.

  The only thing I can see is the road and the beautiful woman enjoying the sun and the sea beside me.

  ***

  We wander the village, hand in hand, which is also new for me.