Stroked by my Dad's Best FriendA Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  They embraced and kissed with wild passion until they finally separated with longing stares of desire.

  Chapter Nine

  “I know the reason why you didn’t come here in person to say this to my face. It’s lucky that you mentioned how you want to fleece him for more money. This sounds more like you and not some woman carrying emotional baggage.” Nicholas had heard the words coming out of her mouth, but the inflection of her tone was causing him to wonder.

  “I just picked up some very racy lingerie and I’m on my way over to meet him at the hotel. This guy has no idea that I have him wrapped around my little finger. It’s a matter of showing grace under pressure and you know I always work my best when I’m under the gun.” She was a little upset with how easily she was able to make it appear that everything was planned.

  “I have to question the reason why you didn’t come here. Being a study of human nature gives me the unique ability to see things clearly without emotions getting in the way,” Nicholas said. “God knows I have my vices and the worst of them all is gambling. There is no better rush than when something big is on the table.” His hands were literally shaking with withdrawals.

  The only way to get the monkey off his back for even a short amount of time was to place a bet with one of his bookies. Losing didn’t even enter into his vocabulary. He thought that he was invincible and the money Claire had mentioned was helping him to justify his actions.

  “Nothing seems to please you. I can’t do anything right without you constantly bickering with me. It might be time for us to reevaluate this partnership. This money is going to give us the time apart we need.” She was better off alone and knew having a partner came with its own restrictions.

  “Do you really think I enjoy putting everything you say under the microscope? I’m getting tired of all of your bullshit. I never know when you’re telling me the truth or just stringing me along,” he said. “I want you to further investigate this merger. It might be more lucrative than the property without all the risk of getting caught.” He felt in his bones there was something there they could capitalize on.

  “He hasn’t said much, but you know what they say about pillow talk. When they are vulnerable, breathless and drained of every drop is when they open up. I do believe I might be able to pursue this avenue of investigation.” She was fighting the natural urge to be with Eric and keep Nicholas from becoming too suspicious about her motives.

  “I don’t know what it is about you, but you seem to have men wrapped around your little finger from the moment you look at them. I’m no stranger to your seduction techniques. I thought I was good at making women my puppets, but you take it to a different level. Don’t forget the reason why we are here.” He disconnected and stood there staring at the phone before dialing the number with a horse’s name on his lips.

  Claire was at the elevator wearing her professional attire and makeup. Underneath was a guilty secret which she would reveal when the time was right. It would knock his socks off and have his tongue dragging on the floor.

  She had already been with him two times and each time was a little bit better. There was always a certain monotony when she was playing fast and loose with her morals.

  The staff didn’t even pay attention to her as she made her way down the hallway. She kept looking back to make sure that what she was about to do wasn’t going to be caught for posterity on somebody’s phone.

  Knocking on the door, she waited and there didn’t seem to be anyone inside to welcome her. Turning the knob, she found it open and was biting her lip with the anticipation of what this might mean.

  It was in the middle of the afternoon and yet the room was bathed in darkness. The smell of vanilla was intoxicating and led her across the room until she was standing right in front of the bed.

  There was a scattering of rose petals. She was never much for romance, but this really did make her think that she had been missing out on something special.

  “I don’t want you to look at me.” Eric stood waiting completely naked his cock ramrod stiff and ready to make her scream his name.

  “You scared me almost half to death. What game are you playing? Don’t worry; I’m at your mercy.” Her chest was heaving and the feeling of him behind her lightly touching her shoulders was causing her to swallow with the nervous energy in the air.

  “I thought about what I said and I believe that we can tweak it a little bit. Instead of me wearing the blindfold, I think it would be more enticing for you to be in the dark.” He produced the blindfold he had bought from a sex shop down the street.

  “That wasn’t part of the deal, but I’m not complaining.” Any thought of the merger or the money she almost had in her hands was nothing more than a memory.

  “Deals are meant to change and sometimes concessions have to be made.” He turned out the lights and left her completely willing to submit.

  He took her hand and led her over to the bed where he made her gasp by pushing her into a sitting position. The hand he had control of was trembling. Her fingers came in contact with his naked skin.

  She could feel the contour of his muscles, strong and resilient and it was making her anxious to touch him in a different way. Working further down, she grazed his nipples and continued on a downward course.

  He was guiding hers until she was gripping the overwhelming need inside him. Stroking slowly was making her vividly aware of how many inches he possessed. Feeling him was a tease for more to come. This was going to leave her breathless and possibly with a nasty psychological scar.

  She could show him some amazing things and had barely scratched the surface. She was well aware that she was a nightmare dressed to impress like his ultimate dream.

  “I need to see you.” He ripped open her blouse, finding himself mesmerized by a black see through bra she was wearing.

  He could only hope there was a matching pair of panties to go along with the ensemble she was wearing. It felt damn good to have her hands on him. During his absence in the last couple of hours, he had acquired the services of a private investigator to look into her life a little more deeply.

  “I hope you know you owe me a new blouse. It’s a good thing I came prepared. I brought a change of clothes in case you were a little bit too anxious.” She felt it being pulled from over her shoulders. She was lying prone with his hands skimming down the length of her legs.

  She couldn’t see a thing, but she understood where this was going with how hot his breath felt against her panties. They were removed slowly until she once again could hear him inhale the fragrance of her aroma. The feel of his tongue making contact with the moistness of her crotch was making her even wetter.

  “I can’t help myself. When I’m with you I become a wild animal. Sex like this doesn’t come around often. I’m going to take advantage of it for as long as I have it within my reach.” He touched her and ran his finger in a snail like pace down her wetness. Penetrating with just the tip of his finger confirmed how his cock was going to feel.

  “I’ve never had the privilege to be with a man who wants to take their time. I thought you were lying when you said that you were a class above the rest. I thought you were telling me whatever I needed to hear to get into my pants. The time I spend with you is contagious.” They were both looking for someone to save them, but breaking the chains of convention wasn’t easy.

  “I can say the same thing about you. You can bend my heart, but it won’t break. I’ve needed something for a long time and I didn’t know what I was missing. I’m reminded of a fable of the siren of the sea. I know the things that I can do without and you’re not one of them.” He pulled her legs apart.

  His finger had separated the slippery lips and the first insertion of his agile tongue was met with her body rising to greet him. Holding her tightly, he could feel her soft skin and dug in with his fingernails to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere.

  “I’ve never been this comfortable with anyone to let them put me in this position
of vulnerability. That tongue should be registered as a lethal weapon,” she said. “I want you to know this is the first and only time I’ve ever been satisfied by a man. A woman, on the other hand, is another story altogether.” As he predicted, the very thought of her being with a woman struck a match to his libido.

  The tongue was gentle at the beginning, but was fueled by a ravenous desire to consume every part of her. Her hands were pushing against the mattress with her head thrown back in the throes of an orgasm. She paint brushed his lips with her hole several times over.

  Holding him by the back of the head and pulling at his hair only seemed to encourage a deeper exploration of her body.

  Eric was in his element, completely unbridled with only one thing on his mind: To hear her scream in obvious pleasure. The feelings he inflicted were compounded by two fingers skewering right alongside his tongue. This made her go completely unhinged, writhing and twisting in his grasp like a wild stallion about to be broken.

  He continued to flex the muscle between his legs feeling like she was the perfect aphrodisiac to keep him coming back for more. They were addicted to each other and nothing was going to pull them apart. The off chance of a fire alarm going off to evacuate the building would make them happy to stay and burn in their love. They were caught up in their own little world and there was nobody who could interfere with that.

  There was no need for him to have any kind of foreplay. Drilling his tongue in and out of her and hearing her cries of ecstasy was enough to keep him rampant and ready.

  “I can’t take it anymore and I need to see you.” She barely had the blindfold off when he was injecting a slab of beef into her willing body.

  “I was wondering how long it was going to take you.” He had his hand around the base and was feeding her every inch. Once he was all the way in, he stopped all movement to adjust to the rippling sensation of her body accepting him.

  The juices coated his shaft and left him no other recourse than to fuck the living daylights out of her. He pushed his hair away from his eyes and moved in to get a deeper seal around his member.

  “Yes… I want it deeper and I want you to feel the lips kissing every inch as you fuck me repeatedly. Show me what that cock is made for. I’m ready for whatever you give me. Hard or soft…it really doesn’t matter as long as you make me…CUM.” She wrapped her legs around his waist locking her heels to give him no way to run away. It didn’t look like she had anything to worry about considering the expression on his face.

  They were locked in a pleasing embrace, looking into each other’s eyes as they ran headlong into what their bodies were capable of. They couldn’t be any closer, with their skin touching and setting them ablaze, on a road to a profound sexual release.

  “I love what happens when the light goes out. You got me thinking about you all the time. No one needs to know what happens behind closed doors. I’m through wasting time in a loveless marriage.” He was rapidly approaching the moment of truth and was waiting on pins and needles to get her there first.

  Wetting his thumb, he rubbed it along her clit and found it was the catalyst to an orgasmic explosion.

  She felt the squeezing sensation burning along his shaft and the vein along the back was throbbing. Keeping her eyes open, Claire brought him down by the back of his neck to give him a kiss at the exact same time that he was going off. The hose between his legs fired with no kind of aim. It shot long streams of hot cum into her body.

  He continued to thrust into her even while he was unloading the burden between his legs. It felt overwhelming and had him begging for it to never stop. Inevitably, it did run the gambit leaving him lying on top of her, still joined at the hip.

  Chapter Ten

  “We are never leaving this room. If I were to leave you alone, I’m sure that some other guy would scoop in. Don’t you think we deserve some happiness? Life is stressful enough or haven’t you noticed some recently acquired gray hairs.” He had done his best to cover those hairs by either cutting them out altogether or using a Grecian formula.

  “I can keep a secret.” Claire was lying there with the sheet barely covering her body. Her left leg was draped over him keeping him close and never wanting to let him go.

  “It’s boring business talk and I doubt seriously that you would be interested. I’ve had some personal experience with women who claim to want to listen but they get this vacant look in their eyes. They don’t mean to, but I can ramble on for quite some time,” he said. “My business is something I’m passionate about. I think it stems from wanting to impress my father.” She was the perfect complement to his life. The one thing missing was somebody to talk to. A lover and therapist couldn’t have come at a better time.

  “I can assure you that I’m a good listener. Anything you say will go in the vault where it belongs. I know you try to be here 100% of the time, but I still see the inkling of business raising its head.” The sheets smelled like him and she was tempted to ball them up and take them with her when she left. It wasn’t like they were going to miss a couple of sheets in the grand scheme of things.

  The room reeked of sex and could easily be mistaken for a one-hour layover for those looking to get busy.

  “I’ve made a mandate with my staff to keep quiet under the threat of unemployment. It wouldn’t look good if I were to speak out of turn. I like to believe that I run my business using myself as an example for others. I know in my heart what I’m doing is right to bring my company into the next decade in the black.” He was dangerously close to saying something that he shouldn’t. The way she looked at him made him feel like he could trust her with just about anything including his heart.

  “You can’t keep all of this bottled up and it’s not healthy.” She was giving him a reason to open up his mouth.

  The way he had used it on her was a testament to his gender. She would no longer take what she was given and would demand satisfaction by any means. His mouth and the way that he used his hips were going to the benchmark she was going to use to measure against others.

  “It seems you have me as a captive audience of one. This will have to be kept strictly in confidence and discretion is something that goes without saying,” he said. "I want to tell you, but I don’t want you to feel it necessary to judge me. It’s a lucrative deal that could bring in millions in revenue in one year.” The secret was on the tip of his tongue.

  Her hand scratching lightly against his chest was a good way to loosen his lips. She didn’t have to say a thing and kept her lips shut. Her lips were made for kissing and giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to another part of his anatomy. There was definite experience in her eyes.

  Something was nagging at his consciousness like he should’ve been seeing the truth right in front of him.

  “Who am I going to tell? I probably won’t even recognize some of the business jargon. I’m the perfect person to talk to because I won’t understand half of what you say.” She’d already proven there was more going on upstairs than some of the airheads he had spent his time with.

  “I don’t believe that any more than you do. It does beg the question why you would want to know the details of a boring merger.” He had barely made what sounded like an accusation when he heard the buzzing of his phone.

  “I don’t know where this is coming from. I would think you would be happy that I would show an interest in what you do. It doesn’t have to be all about the sex even though I don’t think that I could get it any better someplace else,” she said. “You should be proud and you make me believe there is hope for more than just business in my life.” She watched him out of the corner of her eye and found his strong jawline to be a sign that something had changed between them.

  “It looks like we’re going to have to postpone this conversation until a later date,” he said. “The restaurant I was going to bring you is still reserved in my name. They cater to those with money. I can always claim it’s a dinner to talk about the particulars of the property I’m interested
in.” He was slightly alarmed by the urgency of his investigator trying desperately to get his attention.

  “I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself. There is nothing on the menu to compare to what I had right here in this room,” she said. “I know trust is not something that comes easy for you and we have that in common. Most people disappoint you and I’ve learned to walk away before that happens. I don’t want to do that with you.” Claire threw off the sheets and showed no shame when she walked across the room naked as the day that she was born.

  “I wouldn’t expect anything less. The only thing I request is that you keep your clothes on in the restaurant,” he said. “I would not be opposed to one of us slipping under the cover of the tablecloth. It’s just a matter of which one of us is going to have the balls to do it.” The investigator claimed to have something to report, but was only going to do it in person.

  “I feel like I’m losing my balance when I’m around you. A man like you needs to show confidence at all times. I suspect you and I are built from the same cloth. It’s the reason why we feel uniquely qualified to give each other what we need.” She had broached the topic about the merger, but felt that it was necessary to keep it as subtle as possible.

  “I can’t even begin to tell you what these last few days have meant to me. I never thought that I would be in a marriage of convenience,” Eric said. “Sleeping with others has been an exercise in futility. The sex was good, but it always left me feeling dirty afterward. There is a time and place to revel in the nasty acts behind closed doors.”

  “I’m no stranger to the shame of a one-night stand. It’s the desperate need to connect to another physically that sometimes leads to bad decisions.” Claire had her fair share of those nights which were only a blur of limbs flailing in the air.

  The morning after, when she awoke with a headache had her chastising herself for allowing this man to get close. The worst of them was Nicholas. She recognized a kindred spirit and knew that misery loved company. They were two peas in a pod living for the rush of the con. It was the only thing they had in common.