Billionaire Temptations: Rich, Ruthless & Obsessed

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Jackson

Her lips were as soft as silk and tasted like champagne. Setting her down on the floor, I wasted no time taking down the straps of her sexy red dress and letting it fall to the floor. Her red strapless bra pushed her tits up and created the most sensuous cleavage I’d ever seen, arousing me even more until I looked down at the lace red string panties she wore that sent me over the edge. My tongue slid along her neck as I pushed her hair to the side while my hands roamed up and down her, feeling the perfection of her body. Her skin beneath my fingers was as soft as a rose petal, and I couldn’t wait to bury my cock deep inside this beauty that I had the pleasure of getting to know tonight. Bringing my fingers around to the clasp of her bra, I unhooked it with ease. Her breasts were natural, beautifully formed, and the perfect size. Her soft pink nipples hardened into peaks beneath my touch, and her hands combed through my hair.

Wrapping one arm around her, I lay her down on the bed, removing my mouth from hers as my tongue slid across each of her breasts. A light moan escaped her lips as her hand wrapped around my neck, forcing me to take her entire breast in my mouth. What I wouldn’t give to just plunge my cock deep inside her at that moment. But this needed to last. I needed to make sure she was fully pleasured, and her arousal was fully heightened before I fucked her. She deserved it. My hand slid down the front of her panties, feeling the smoothness of her freshly shaven skin, and softly caressed her clit before dipping my finger inside. She gasped with excitement and threw her head back as she took in the pleasure I gave her. She aroused me in every sense, the way only a woman like her could. Removing my finger, I took down her panties, pulled her to the edge of the bed, got down on my knees, and buried my face between her legs. A moan of desire escaped her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she arched her back while my tongue made her orgasm something fierce.

Standing up, I took out a condom from my wallet, took down my pants, and smiled as I hovered over her beautiful body. Her hands cupped each side of my face as my lips met hers for a passionate kiss. Lowering myself, I thrust inside her easily, letting her take me in until I was buried deep inside her. With slow, soft strokes, I moved in and out of her, taking pleasure in the way her pussy enveloped my cock. The warmth she possessed inside was gratifying as my skin began to form beads of sweat. Moans rumbled in my chest as I pushed up and picked up my pace while I stared into her eyes. Words weren’t spoken, but her expression and body movement already told me what I needed to know. The buildup was coming. All it would take was her orgasm to send me over the edge. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room, and her legs tightened around me while her body shook underneath me. One last thrust, and I halted as I closed my eyes and strained to push out every last drop. Dropping my body on hers, I buried my face in her neck. Her breathing was rapid, as was mine, making it hard to catch our breath.

Lifting myself off her, I kissed her lips and then disposed of the condom in the bathroom. When I returned to the room, I found her sitting up and slipping back into her dress.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Getting dressed.” She smirked.

“Take it off and put this on.” I reached into the closet and grabbed a robe.

“Aren’t we leaving?” she asked, taking it from me.

“No. Why would we leave? I paid for the night. We might as well enjoy what the room has to offer.” I grinned. “Do you usually leave right after sex?”

“Most of the time. You don’t?”

“Most of the time, I do, but it’s already late, and we’re here, so we might as well stay.” I put on the other robe.

“Oh, okay. But I will warn you that I snore.” She smiled.

I chuckled as I followed her into the living area. “I’ve been known to snore as well, so maybe we can have a contest of who snores the loudest.”

She laughed and walked over to the counter, where there was a display of chocolates and snacks.

“Would you like me to open a bottle of wine?” I asked as I opened the refrigerator.

“Wine sounds good, especially with this chocolate bar.”

“Are you going to share that chocolate bar with me?” I smirked.

“You like chocolate?” She narrowed her eye.

“I love it. I keep a bag of it in my desk drawer at the office.”

Her grin widened. “I keep a bag of it underneath the counter at the shop.”

I opened the wine while she grabbed two glasses, and we went back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. She broke the Hershey’s bar in half and handed it to me.

“Ah! What are you doing?” she asked as I brought the glass up to my lips.

“Drinking some wine.” I arched my brow.

“Mr. Caine, when you have chocolate and wine, you don’t taste the wine first.”

“You don’t?” I cocked my head.

“No. You break off a piece of chocolate, put it in your mouth, and savor the creamy taste. Then you,” she brought the glass up to her lips and took a drink, “wash it down with the wine. See, it’s a delicacy that must be treated with the utmost respect.” She smiled.

As I stared at her, trying to absorb what she had just said, I couldn’t help but smile at how fucking adorable she was, and the word ‘adorable’ was not in my vocabulary.

“My apologies to the chocolate.”

“Thank you.” She gave a nod.

“So, what’s the longest period of time you dated a guy?”

“Hmm. Let me see.” She looked up at the ceiling. “A month. It would have been longer because he was a great guy, but he had to go and fall in love with me and then started to talk about marriage and how I was the one he could see spending the rest of his life with.”

“Pity. Why can’t people understand the unnaturalness of relationships? I mean, spending your whole life with one person is absurd. I’m sure you’re well aware that anything you do in life for a long period of time gets boring.”

“Right?!” Her eyes lit up. “Especially the sex.” She shuddered.

“Not to mention the boring conversations that you’re forced to have with each other,” I spoke.

“And being forced to put on a happy face to outsiders when really you just want to rip his head off because everything he does irritates the shit out of you.”

“Definitely that one.” I pointed at her. “And the fights and the constant arguing.”

“So draining. Why anyone would want to put themselves in that position is beyond me. As far as I’m concerned, people are way too selfish to get involved in relationships.”

“I am.” I smiled.

“Me too. So how about you? Longest relationship ever?” She popped another piece of chocolate in her mouth.

“Never. I’ve never stuck around long enough for a relationship to form.”

“So, you just date a woman once and move on to the next?”

“No. Sometimes I date them three times, and then they start getting attached. Texting me constantly, whining about seeing me again, saying how much they missed me. So, I block their number and don’t see them again. I can’t stand needy women. They drive me insane.”

“I can’t stand needy men either. Sometimes I just want to scream, ‘Grow a pair of balls and man the fuck up!’”

I chuckled as I finished half the chocolate and wine.

“As much as I love our tantalizing conversations, Mr. Caine, I’m wiped out.”

“Me too. We should get some sleep.” I kissed her forehead. Good night, Emily.”

“Good night, Jackson.” She rolled over away from me.

“You don’t have to sleep so far away,” I spoke.

“I need my space.”

I smiled as I turned off the light and laid my head on the pillow.