Reckless Love: A Billionaire Baby Steamy Fantasy Multicultural Love Story Rockstar Romance

by Imani King

  "I understand," he said, “This isn't exactly like a rock show. But, will you come back to the estate? I do think we need some time to be together, to talk. Or if that doesn't work, just anywhere that's good for you," his voice was soft, soothing, kind.

  "I have to talk to the quartet," she said finally. She wiped her tears. "They are my priority, you know," she said pointedly.

  "I know, Jasmine," he said. "Of course. Talk to them and let me know."

  As he walked out the door, she touched her lips, where he had kissed her.

  Holy shit, what am I going to do now, she thought. The quartet expects me to celebrate with them. Will they understand if I go with Leo? Can I do both?

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  Jasmine and Leo

  Seeing Leo finally emerge from the doors, Kerry, Jessa and Robyn rushed to the green room, with polite smiles on their faces.

  "Hello Leo," said Kerry, a touch smarmily.

  "Kerry," he replied. "Lovely to see you." It seemed as if he was going to give her a greeting kiss, but Kerry rushed it and blew past him, knowing that Jasmine must need them. Besides, she had to know: what the heck was going on?

  They found her still against the wall, her hand to her mouth, a dazed look on her face.

  "First off," said Kerry, "your playing was absolutely killer tonight. You've always been solid as a rock but tonight you were inspired! I don't know how you did it, but you were amazing. Second, are you ok? What's Leo doing here?"

  "Thanks," said Jasmine. She was visibly shaken up. "I don't know either. I was hanging on for dear life, to be honest. I wasn't sure I could play, but I just decided to throw myself into it." Her eyes were far away. "And I am not sure about Leo. He wants me to go to his estate."

  Kerry narrowed her eyes. "Oh wow. What do you think?" she asked. "Are you going to go?"

  "Well shouldn't we celebrate?" Jessa asked. "I mean, we just had a great concert in London. I am sure the promoter would be expecting us to go with him. I don't want to be a downer, but this is work. If we want to be invited back, we need to schmooze."

  Jasmine snapped to. "Yes, Jessa is right. We do need to do our level best to make sure we are keeping up with our obligations. Let's go out, get a nice dinner. Would you be all right if Leo comes along, though?"

  The girls looked at each other carefully, and Kerry finally said. "Sure. What could it hurt to have a famous person in our entourage?"

  "True that," Jessa said. "Ok, it's settled. Let's invite him."

  Half an hour later and they were seated at the most posh restaurant in London. Leo was quiet, probably jet-lagged, they thought, but very charming when he did participate in the discussion. For his part, he was being careful - he was apt to take over any conversation he was involved in, not for trying, but because people tended to gravitate toward rock stars even if they were not the main focus. He pulled out Jasmine's chair for her, and made sure she was sorted with everything she might need but beyond that, he was careful to let her, and the rest of the quartet, remain the "stars" of the evening.

  Luckily for him, Origin of Species barely registered on the promoter's radar. He couldn't care less about pop music, being deeply involved in the classical world, and chances were that even if he did know who the band was, he'd not be too impressed.

  "Do you have an agent in Europe?" Ian, the promoter was asking Kerry. "Because I can mention your group to a few names to see if there's interest."

  "That would be wonderful," Kerry said, buttering a breadstick in a studiously casual way. The other girls knew that she was trying to keep her incredible glee at the offer in check, so that they wouldn't seem desperate or overeager. But each of them exchanged glances, excited about the potential success they might have.

  That is, all of them but Jasmine. She was barely paying attention, picking at her own appetizer. She wanted to grab Leo's sleek thigh under the table, to get his attention, to feel his flesh under her hand again. Her mind wrestled with her urges. The words "Do you want a blowjob" running through her mind, she fingered the breadstick in her hand.

  "And you Jasmine," Ian said. "Do you play solo at all? After your tour de force in the last number, I thought you must."

  Jessa kicked her under the table when she didn't respond.

  "Sorry, what?" she said, looking up, and looking guilty at the same time. "What was that?"

  "He was wondering if you play solo," Kerry said with a slightly admonishing tone. "He enjoyed your playing that much."

  "Oh, well yes," she said. "Sometimes. But the quartet is my main focus."

  Leo looked up at her, hearing the echo in her words. He wanted to be her main focus. But for now at least, he had better support her.

  "I understand that," he said. "After all, your quartet is something like being in a band."

  "Well yes, except fewer screaming fans." Kerry said flatly. “Smaller venues.”

  "And the groupies," said Ian, losing his cool professionalism for a moment. "Tell us, you must have some crazy stories about groupies."

  Leo looked around warily. "Maybe some other time," he said smoothly. "Tonight is about Jasmine and the Quartet. Let's keep focus! What are your favorite pieces to play solo?" He asked Jasmine.

  She was grateful. She began to discuss her passions, when she felt his hand brush the side of her thigh, and the fabric of her dress slipped a little over her leg. Her breath almost caught in her throat, but she finished her sentence. Her own hand closed over his, partially to feel him and respond, and partially to stop him from going any further. Her panties were threatening to get quite damp as it was, and if he were to move any closer between her legs, she might leave a spot on the chair. But it was difficult. She had dreamed of his hands exploring her body for weeks now, and to have him there, touching her, while he was so close that she could smell his cologne, was just too much to fight.

  She tried to keep her face from betraying what was going on under the table. His hand, though barely captured in hers, had let his fingers escape - and they were stroking her inner thigh. Against her own better judgment, the secrecy, the danger, and the recklessness of his move was making her want to slide her hand over to his lap and find whatever there was to find there. To grasp his length, and stroke it, while the dinner went on, nobody the wiser. She wanted to feel the undeniable desire in his body, just as she felt the urge of his hand against her thigh.

  For Leo it was torture, but the kind of exquisite torture that he cherished. The strict formality of the business meal was the perfect place to see how far he could go without being discovered, and the stakes being so high made him focus intently on his goal and the risk. Her leg under the silken material of her gown felt soft and muscular, and he ached to pull the gown up and slide a finger under the fabric of her panties, stroking the soft, wild wetness within. Her hand fought him a little as he inched closer to her center, but he wouldn't have gone that far at this dinner. Just the hint of danger was enough to make him rock hard.

  There was no doubt, his cock ached for her. It never had been that discriminating in his whole life, but now it was practically a divining rod, quivering and shaking and pointing at her whenever she graced his presence. Was it pheromones, was it her killer body, her purity, her passion? Her breasts? He didn't know, couldn't know. But whatever it was, he wanted her badly, desperately and right then.

  Using all their strength, Jasmine and Leo were able to get through the rest of the dinner without too much hassle. Luckily Kerry was doing her duty as first violin, smoothly schmoozing and distracting Ian, by bringing the discussion back to the possibility of a new agent through thanking him for thinking of it. Jasmine watched her friend take care of this business gratefully.

  But she had business of her own to attend to. Personal business. When they finished the last bite of dessert, Jasmine had made her decision.

  She would go back to Leo's house - if the offer was still on the table. How could she not?

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  Jasmine and Leo… a
ll night

  The Pagani was parked in the regular spot. They walked to it quickly, the quartet being nice enough to cart Jasmine’s cello home with them. She had been concerned that they wouldn’t be happy with her decision, but surprisingly they had all given her some words of advice.

  Robyn had told her, “Go for it girl, you have a chance at happiness.”

  Jessa said, “Give us a call if anything goes wrong. Anything. We’ll come and get you.”

  And Kerry had pressed a condom in her hand, and said, “I love you girl. You’re worth everything. Don’t forget that.”

  Where the hell did she get a condom? Wondered Jasmine. Was Kerry expecting to get laid tonight? She smiled to herself as she shoved it in her purse, before Leo grabbed her hand and they bid a hasty adieu to the others.

  This time there was no pulling over on the way back to the castle. The hand that had been between her legs during dinner was chastely pressed against the steering wheel for the most part. Leo was driving as fast as he could, but carefully – he didn’t need to get in an accident tonight. There was too much at stake, and besides, he knew he wanted to end the evening with him buried deep inside her, so he wanted to pace himself now.

  Jasmine was nervous. The girls had accused her of being a virgin, but she officially didn’t consider herself one anymore. She had once had a fumbling encounter with a boy from undergrad who had been feeling her up as they made out, and when suddenly something was touching her down there but both his arms were around her, she had jumped back like she had been zapped by a cattle prod.

  “What the fuck?” she had practically yelled, tears flying from her eyes. She had kept her virginity for a long while, not so much for religious reasons as personal ones, and here he had tried to take it from her without so much as a word of discussion.

  The boy had begun damage control immediately, saying that he didn’t go inside, that she was still a virgin – probably as much to avoid a rape charge as anything. But nothing could bring back the fact that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. At least that was how she saw it. But times had changed, and not only did she want Leo, he was clearly more experienced. Would he notice that she didn’t know what she was doing? And even if he did, would it be like dancing, where the man leads, and the woman can just follow?

  Still, she knew she didn’t want to lay there passively– he was a damned sexy man and if they were going to do this, she was going to spend all the welled-up passion that had been building inside her all these years on his sleek body, his muscular frame. He was looking even more amazing than he had when they were first together – a small weight loss had brought his cheekbones into even greater relief, and she admired his physique, evident even through the dark suit.

  “Sorry I was late,” he said suddenly. “I made quite an ass of myself, bumbling into the hall like that.”

  She grabbed his hand and laughed. “Yes, I have to admit we could hear you from stage. You’re lucky that I didn’t fall off the platform in surprise.”

  “That would have been quite the spectacle. ‘Quartet goes ass over teakettle in Wigmore Hall.’”

  They giggled and Leo squeezed her hand, then played with her fingers as he drove. She was mesmerized at the delicate movement of his hands on hers, each touch electric.

  As soon as they got through the door to Leo's quarters, they were in each other's arms. She had wanted to discuss so many things, wanted to really find out where he was coming from, if they were going to be together, exactly what he wanted from her and tell him what she wanted from him, but her other needs proved greater – her need for him to hold her in his arms, kiss her neck, grab her ass, as she tangled her hands in his hair and covered him with kisses.

  Leo didn't want to scare her with his desire but he was nearly unable to hold himself back. The way her body felt under his hands was beyond compare. Every single touch turned him on even more, his hands searching her body wanting to know, feel, see every part of it. And it'd been so long since he'd been turned on by anyone. The groupies apparently now meant absolutely nothing to him, and even though they'd meant nothing to him before, they didn't even serve a basic purpose for him. He comforted himself knowing that they were only ever using him too. Maybe that was the difference with Jasmine. The reason touching her was so different was because they weren't using each other – she wasn't just going to go back to her friends and brag that she had fucked a rock star, and he wouldn't throw her way like used Kleenex.

  Instead, the fire that filled him more and more every time he touched her took on a life of its own. And a similar fire was building within her. A fire she'd never felt before – when she'd been thinking of him all these late nights, conjuring up his image in her mind as she touched herself – it had been different. Of course. Different to having his hands on her, reveling in every inch of her skin. Different to having his lips on her, each touch, each kiss a question and answer… A promise in itself. But what were they promising? She had no idea, and as he unzipped her gown and it dropped it into a puddle on the floor, it started not to matter.

  All that mattered was right now. All that mattered was touching him and being touched by him feeling his hard lean body against hers, sliding her hands down his low back to his perfect ass, squeezing the flesh there, and pushing him closer and closer to her. She was losing herself in the dream that was taking place in real life, in front of her. It was amazing not to need to fantasize.

  He pulled back for a moment and looked her in the eyes. "Jasmine, I've been waiting so long just to see you, to touch you. I want you so badly."

  She searched his eyes with her own. "I tried to forget you Leo. I wanted to forget you. But I just couldn't."

  "Me too," he said softly. "But you're all I can think about, anymore. All I want to think about. Every song I sing, I am singing it for you. Doesn't matter if there're 50,000 people listening. It's only for you." Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to the bed. They fell onto the luxuriously soft covers, rolling over each other, every kiss more intense than the last. When they finally parted lips, they looked at each other in surprise, in astonishment.

  "What is this, Leo?" She asked, trembling. "Why do I feel this way?"

  "I don't know, I am asking myself the same question," he answered. "Whatever this thing between us is, it's bloody amazing."

  "And kind of scary," she said.

  "The most scary," he said solemnly, and kissed her again. "But there's nothing I can do. I'm powerless against it, Jasmine," he touched her cheek. "That's why I had to come back. That's why I flew here."

  "You flew here just for me?" She gasped. "I thought you must be here on some official business or something."

  "Yeah..." He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking abashed. "That's what I told the pilot. I suppose that's why they were nice enough to pack my suit for me. Speaking of which..." he got up and took off his suit jacket, and loosened the tie, pulling it over his head. She watched him as he unbuttoned the shirt, little by little revealing his chest, his cut abs, the v at his hips. Her eyes wide, she took it all in as he undid his belt with a small clang and slid his pants off. He wasn't wearing any underwear, she noted, as she stared at his hard length as it swung out of his trousers.

  Will that fit inside me? It looks too big, Jasmine wondered.

  Luckily Leo didn't seem to be in a hurry. Now that his clothes were off, he slipped under the covers beside her and snuggled close, an arm snaking around her, his leg wrapped around her own. His thumb caressing on her cheek, his mouth covered hers, tongue slipping between her lips. It was passionate and delicate at the same time, and she found herself opening up and wrapping around him in return, each trying to get that much closer to the other, to feel ever inch of soft skin over curves and angles.

  "God you're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing down the length of her neck to her breasts and lingering on her hard nipples, one in his mouth, the other between his thumb and forefinger. Her back arching, she pushed her breasts closer to him, and he moaned in r
eturn, the vibrations feeling delicious against her nubs. His teeth against the hard skin of her nipple, his hand trailed down and brushed across her pussy a few times before slipping inside and feeling the hot wetness there. "I want to taste you," he said softly, and slid her panties off, the lace against her legs, and then he put his mouth to her. His tongue seeking out her clit, he gently caressed and sucked it as she gasped, gently holding his head with her hands and writhing against his lips and tongue.

  "How are you doing that?" She groaned. "It's so good, so good..." The feeling was perfect. "Are you magic?" She cried.

  Leo smiled a little at her question, and happily continued to lick her. She tasted so good, her juices against his tongue were so sweet, her pussy so soft. He wanted to climb inside her but instead sucked her clit inside his mouth gently, ever so gently, and ran his tongue over it lightly and quickly. He pressed his fingers inside her, thrusting in and out of her tight wetness. She was tighter than anyone he had ever touched. Could it be possible that she's a virgin? He wondered. She convulsed against his fingers in mini orgasm, squeezing them hard. What would it feel like to be inside her?