BWWM: Bad Boy Billionaires Box Set (A Bad Boy BWWM Billionaire Collection)

by Jameson, Jasmine

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “Good. I can’t wait to have my way with you.”

  I began to fondle my own breasts, while I hovered above Christoff. His eyes grew wide as he watched me explore my own body in front of him. I allowed my wetness to graze his stomach as I slithered down the length of his body until I was kneeling between his legs. I peeled off his boxer briefs and tossed them aside. I couldn’t help but to smile as I admired what I was about to have inside of me.

  “God, Christoff your cock is perfect,” I breathed before I took his length in my hand and circled the head with my tongue.

  “You know how to make me feel so good on so many levels.” Christoff stroked my hair as I pleasured him with my mouth. His hips bucked with excitement as I began to suck him harder and faster. I pulled back when I tasted his salty pre-cum at the back of my throat.

  “Don’t get too excited now. Save some for inside of me,” I chided as I playfully squeezed his balls.

  “Mmm, don’t worry. I have plenty to fill you up inside.” Christoff smiled as he smacked me on the ass with both of his hands. I gasped.

  “I know you do. Sometimes I worry that I might not be able to take it all,” I cooed as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, inch by inch.

  “But somehow you always do. You always take all of it no matter how hard I give it to you. I love it.” Christoff grunted as he grabbed my hips and thrust deep inside. I moaned as I stretched to accommodate him. I gazed into his eyes as I slowly rocked my hips back and forth to a slow sensual rhythm. I tossed my head back as I undulated like a snake. I liked to put on a good show for Christoff.

  “I love the way you move. You’re going to make me come already,” Christoff murmured. “It feels so good though. I don’t want it to end. I’m going to try to hold it,” Christoff said through gritted teeth.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I teased as I laid my body down on top of Christoff and continued to writhe. I ran my fingers through his hair as I kissed his neck and moaned in his ear. I could feel him throb inside of me. “You’re so sexy Christoff.” I continued moaning in his ear as I rolled my hips with more intensity. “I actually think you’re going to make me come before I make you come,” I breathed.

  I let my mouth travel to his. I slowly licked his lips with the tip of my tongue before opening my mouth and allowing him to massage my tongue with his. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his rhythm as he kissed me deeply and passionately. The force of his thrusts and the fervor of his kiss made me feel more alive than ever before. I lost all sense of the past and the future and all that existed was this precious moment between me and Christoff; our present. The more we continued to devour each other, the less I saw us as separate entities. There was no longer a distinction—physically, spiritually, or otherwise—between the two of us. There was no me, no him, just us. One force of joy, love, and pleasure united. Our thrusts became more frantic, but we were still in unison, moving to one passionate rhythm. We were breathless, and our bodies were slick with perspiration. Christoff grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled as he pushed deeper inside of me. I enjoyed how the tension in my scalp pulsed through my body. The sensation caused me to completely lose my composure. I let out a loud uninhibited moan as I arched my back and rode him with more intensity than ever before. I came harder than I had in months. I felt so high that I thought I was going to pass out as my muscles clenched around Christoff’s throbbing hardness. He grunted as he grabbed my hips and thrust into me with two forceful pumps that took my breath away. He let out a loud and primitive groan as he squeezed me hard, and his body went rigid. We sighed in unison as I collapsed on top of him and brushed my hair out of my face. He kissed me softly on the forehead, and I caressed his cheek. My body was still trembling from the force of earth shattering pleasure that just stormed through me. I felt like I was floating on air as I slowly came down and melted into Christoff’s embrace.

  “You’re absolutely amazing, Gia,” Christoff whispered in my ear.

  “Likewise,” I whispered as he brought his lips to mine. His kiss felt warm and delightful.

  I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift into the most peaceful slumber that I’d experienced in ages. Despite everything, Christoff and I had been through, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

  ***

  I was jolted out my sleep by the sound of Christoff’s ringtone. I wondered how long we’d been sleeping. I glanced at the clock. It was almost noon. I estimated that we had napped for about a half hour. Christoff was still beneath me sleeping peacefully. I hated to wake him, but I figured, with everything going on, the call may be important. I grabbed his phone off the night stand and gently shook him until his eyes fluttered open. He looked confused and disoriented. By the time he seemed coherent enough to understand what I had to say the phone had stopped ringing.

  “Christoff, you missed a call. I didn’t want to wake you, but I worry it might be important.” I spoke quietly to allow him to come out of sleep gradually.

  “Thanks, babe. I probably would have slept all day had you not woken me up. This is the best I’ve felt in a long time. We definitely started the day off right. Your sex is like magic. I feel like a new man.” Christoff kissed me on the cheek and took his phone out of my hand.

  “I feel amazing as well. My body is sore but I like it. The aftershocks make me giddy.”

  “Aftershocks?”

  “Yes, I’m still throbbing inside from the force of you pounding me.” I laughed. “It feels good.” Christoff laughed until he had tears in his eyes. I reluctantly climbed out of bed. I wished that I could cuddle with Christoff all day, but I had a journalism workshop I had to go to later. “I’m going to take a quick shower while you’re on the phone.”

  “Okay, sounds good.”

  After my shower, I went back into the bedroom. Christoff was sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. I immediately noticed that he looked troubled.

  "What's wrong babe? You look so stressed." I sat beside him and placed my hand on his thigh.

  "I lost almost all of my endorsements. Those were a huge source of income for us, and I really enjoyed doing the commercials. My manager said with the allegations still pending, the companies didn't think it was a good idea to attach my name to their brands."

  "I'm sorry Christoff." I took his hand in mine. He squeezed.

  "I feel like the world sees me as this scummy creep. I know I didn't do anything wrong but knowing that people see me as this despicable monster makes me feel dirty and gross. I don't even want to look at myself in the mirror." Christoff clenched his jaw.

  "You're not a monster nor are you a creep. You're a strong, loving, talented, and amazing man who I know would do anything to protect those close to him. I feel so safe when I'm with you, Christoff. And not only do I feel protected, you really know how to make me feel special and loved. It doesn't matter to me what anybody else thinks. I adore you Christoff. I mean that. I don't care about how many endorsements you have or even how many records you sell. I love you for who you are and how you make me feel." I squeezed both of his hands.

  Christoff' gazed at me in silence for several moments. His jaw relaxed and his lips curled into the sexiest half smile.

  "Thank you, Gia. I really needed to hear that." His voice was barely audible. He cleared his throat. "I don't know what I did to be lucky enough to find a woman like you, but I am so blessed to have you in my life. Thank you for sticking by my side even while I'm at my lowest. You're so strong and compassionate. Your love makes me feel like I could get through anything. I really don't know what I would do without you. I love you so deeply, Gia. You deserve the world, and I would sacrifice anything to give it to you."

  "I don't want the world I just want you, Christoff." I ran my fingers through his hair.

  "Well, I'm all yours, Gia, for as long as you will have me." He leaned in and slowly kissed me on the lips. I could feel a vulnerability in his kiss that made me feel needed. I
was honored that he was really letting his walls down around me.

  "You know what you could do that would make me really happy, Christoff?"

  "What?"

  "Go to the studio and do what you do best. Just take all of your frustration, your anger, and your pain, and let it out on the mic. I think it would be good for you. You haven't been recording lately. You're doing yourself and your fans a disservice by holding everything inside and not doing what you were born to do."

  "You're right Gia. I can't let this or anything else stop me from making this album. I'm better than that. And besides, other than making love to you, making music is the best therapy. It makes everything right in the world, even when it seems like things couldn’t possibly be more wrong. Okay, I'm going to go record today. Thank you for giving me the push I need to get back on track."

  "Of course, Christoff. You have so much talent that needs to be released to the world. And I know how much joy your music brings you. I would hate to see that selfish brat Bianca take that away from you. She's trying to ruin our lives, but we can't let her."

  "Yes! I love your attitude, Gia. You inspire me."

  "Thank you, love. It makes me feel valued that you take my advice seriously."

  "Of course. Alright, but you have to make a deal with me."

  "What's that?"

  "If I go to the studio more, you'll push yourself and go on more auditions. I feel like you were so consumed with the problems we were having before that you stopped pushing as hard as you used to in your career. And now that things are better between us, I feel like most of your energy has been taken with supporting me during this Hell that Bianca thrust upon us. I think you also have a talent that the world needs to see. I really want to see you with your own show. So, how about this week, you focus on being the best entertainment journalist you can be and getting as close to your dream as possible?"

  "Sure, Christoff, I can do that. But only if you promise me you will pour your heart into recording this album."

  "It's a deal. I want to make you proud."

  "I want to make you proud, too. Thank you for being selfless and encouraging me to do my own thing, even though I know you need me right now."

  "I wouldn't be a real man if I wasn't strong enough to allow you to do your thing so that you can grow into the woman that you want to become."

  "I wouldn't even be as far along as if it wasn't for your strength and the way that you support me."

  "Likewise. There is nothing we can't get through as long as we have each other." Christoff smiled at me and pulled me into his embrace.

  "Yes, and I know there is nothing I can't accomplish with you on my team, and there in nothing you can't achieve with me on yours."

  "Exactly."

  "I'm excited about my workshop on how to enhance camera presence. I think I will learn a lot, and it will really help my career. I want to make the camera fall in love with me."

  "Well, the camera is blind if it isn't already in love with you. But what do I know?" Christoff laughed and kissed me on the cheek.

  "I knew there was a reason I'm in love with you." I laughed with him. I brought my lips to his and kissed him slowly and sweetly.

  He pulled away. "Gia, don't start something you can't finish. Get out of here so you won't be late to your workshop."

  "Okay, Mr. Task Master." I rolled my eyes. "You get out of here and go to the studio." I barked with mock attitude.

  "Alright, I'm going." He smiled. "I have to shower. I will see you when you get back."

  "Can't wait."

  "Same."

  ***

  Lately, I have been more serious than ever about excelling in my craft. Over the past few weeks, I’ve attended countless workshops on everything from camera presence to voice and diction. I had even taken some private ballet classes to improve my posture and the way I moved. I was working really hard, and I was laser-focused on my goal of landing my own entertainment news show, but, for some reason, I wasn’t getting any on-air gigs at all. I wasn’t even getting as many auditions as I used to. Luckily, my freelance writing was bringing in more income than ever, and some of the stories I was breaking kept my name relevant as an entertainment journalist. I was grateful that at least I had work, but I was starting to grow impatient with the fact that I hadn’t been on air in such a long time. Christoff was at the studio finishing up recording for the album, and I was at home brainstorming ways I could get closer to becoming an on-air personality. The sound of my phone vibrating caught my attention. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my agent’s name on the caller ID. Yes! A gig…finally! I picked up the phone right away. It was my agent’s assistant Valerie. She asked me if I could come in to meet with Anya, my agent later on today. I told her it would be no problem.

  My mind was racing while I was stuck in traffic on my way to Anya’s office in Beverly Hills. She liked to handle most things over the phone or through email. She only called me into her office for really important meetings. This audition must be huge. My heart fluttered with excitement as I started to envision myself on the red carpet interviewing A-Listers. I had wanted this for as long as I could remember. I even started taking journalism classes at community college during my senior year of high school. I felt like I was born to be on air, connecting with the most talented people in the industry. I got a little teary eyed as I started mentally rehearsing my thank you speech for when I received my Emmy for outstanding television. Ohmigawd! I can’t wait for the day! I was awakened from my daydream by the sound of someone behind me laying on their horn. Traffic had started moving, but I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed. I tried to remain focused on the road for the rest of my commute.

  After I parked, I reapplied my lipstick in the rear view mirror. I always made sure I looked like Hollywood material when I went to see Anya. It was starting to drizzle a little bit. It almost never rained in southern California so I was a little perturbed that, on the one day I wanted to look my best, it was wet out. The humidity was not good for my hair, but I still looked good. I was wearing brown suede knee boots, form-fitting cream-colored pants, and a burnt orange top that looked good against my caramel skin and sandy locks. I power walked across the parking lot to get out of the rain as soon as possible. As I walked through the sliding glass doors, I slowed down so I could take it all in. I was always blown away every time I went to visit my talent agency. The lobby was very modern, with all white furniture, white marble floors, and intricate platinum light fixtures with jagged edges. I checked in with security, hopped on the elevator, and pressed forty one. The elevators were all mirrors with bright LED lighting that lined each panel of glass. It looked super futuristic. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. Giavanna Johnson, today is the day that your dreams finally come true.

  When the doors opened, I strutted up to the front desk, imagining applause from my studio audience.

  “Hello, Ms. Johnson. I haven’t seen your beautiful face in far too long.” Brad the receptionist stood to greet me. He leaned over the desk to kiss me on the cheek.

  “Awesome to see you Brad. I’ve missed you.”

  “Same.”

  “How have you been?”

  “To be honest, I’ve been better Brad. Lots of drama going on right now, but I don’t want to talk about it, and you don’t want to hear it.” I chuckled.

  “I love hearing about drama. After all, it’s why I work in the entertainment industry,” Brad said, laughing.

  “Of course.” I smiled. “I get it. Everyone loves a good train wreck, until he’s an actual passenger on that train.”

  “Aw, sweetie—what’s going on?”

  I opened my mouth, and I almost vomited out everything that had happened over the past couple of months, from my indiscretion with Axel to Bianca’s allegations against Christoff. I was so stressed, and it was such a sensitive situation that I hadn’t talked to anyone about any of it—not even Amber. I had a lot bottled up inside, and I was longing for a listening ear, but, ju
st as I drew a breath to speak, I realized what my mother always used to tell me when I was a teenager, a listening ear is a running mouth. Brad was sweet, but he was one of the biggest gossips in the industry. I often got the inside scoop from him. I’m sure he knew all about the scandal between Christoff and Bianca, but he didn’t know that I was dating Christoff. After what happened to my reputation in my early twenties, the first time I lived in L.A., when I got mixed up with the wrong people in the industry and got caught up in my own scandal, I was always careful to keep my romantic life to myself. I was an expert at avoiding the paparazzi. I didn’t want anyone who was a part of my professional life as an entertainment journalist to know I dated men in the industry. I didn’t want to risk being accused of riding someone else’s coat tails. I wanted to be a celebrity in my own right, and I wanted to be recognized for my talent rather than my connections. I literally bit my tongue to keep myself from venting to Brad about my highly dramatic complicated life. I stopped myself from spiraling into a fit of anxiety by taking a deep breath and remembering what I was there for.

  “Thanks for asking Brad, but it doesn’t matter. I’m here to see Anya. I hope she has good news for me.”

  “I hope so too, Love. I want to see more of you around here. You’re one of the only people who comes into this office that actually has a personality. The rest of them are just a bunch of pretty faces with sticks up their asses, but you’re the real deal, Sweetheart.”