Billionaire Temptations: Rich, Ruthless & Obsessed

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Sebastian

I couldn’t believe I was standing there arguing with her over the money that she won. Most importantly, I couldn’t believe she was refusing to take four thousand dollars. Who the fuck does that? Not any woman I’d ever known. If I had chosen to give any of the women I had been with that kind of money, they’d snatch it from my hand and run to the nearest designer store. But Chloe was different from anyone I’d ever known, and I couldn’t explain why. I had felt it the night I fucked her for the first time in London. The innocence that radiated from her was pure.

“I’m not arguing with you about this. You are taking the money that you won—end of discussion. Go buy something nice with it. Maybe a painting you love and think of me every time you look at it.” I smiled as I ran my hand down her cheek.

“Fine. If it’ll shut you up, I’ll keep it.”

Arching my brow at her, I spoke, “If it’ll shut me up? I can think of something right now that will shut me up but make you scream.”

“And what’s that?” The corners of her mouth curved up.

“Oh, I think you know.” My hand slid up the short sundress she was wearing and cupped her.

She let out a light moan.

“But maybe we should eat first.” I removed my hand and walked away, grinning from ear to ear.

“I—I don’t want to eat right now,” she muttered.

“Then what do you want, Chloe?” I asked as I turned around and stood a few feet away from her.

“You. We can eat later.”

“So instead of eating dinner, you want me to fuck you?” My cock was already standing at full force.

“Yes.” A small smile crossed her lips.

“Is your pussy wet?”

“Yes.”

I already knew she was wet. I felt the deliciousness through her panties.

“Maybe you need to feel for yourself just to be sure.”

As I stood there, I watched her as she took down the straps of her sundress, letting it fall to the ground. My God, she was perfect. Placing her hand down the front of her panties, she felt herself and my cock was already set to explode. Many women had touched themselves for me, but when she did it, it took my breath away.

“I’m very wet.” She continued to play with herself.

I swallowed hard because I couldn’t hold back. This wasn’t going to be nice and slow. It was going to be rough and hard because that was what she did to me. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. As I unbuttoned my pants, I slowly walked towards her. She took down her panties and placed her fingers on her clit, sensually rubbing herself with a seductive look on her face.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I growled as I pulled down and stepped out of my pants.

She didn’t say a word as she stared at me. Wrapping one arm around her, I took her down on the ground, moving her hand away so I could finish the job. Stimulating her was gratifying and I could do it all night. She lay on the floor, safe in my arms as my fingers moved in and out of her. As much as I wanted to kiss her soft lips, I resisted because I wanted to watch the expression on her face when she came.

“Are you going to come?” I asked.

“Yes. Oh God yes!” she moaned as her body tightened.

Closing her eyes and with her lips parted, she let out a low groan as I felt the warmth pour from her. Her sounds were music to my ears.

“I need you now!” I climbed on top of her and thrust deep inside.

Wrapping her legs around me, her hips moved in sync. Her pussy was so hot that it was taking everything I had not to blow so soon. I needed to control myself, so I slowed down and took in the beautiful eyes that stared back at me as I slowly moved in and out of her.

“Is this what you wanted?” I smiled as I pushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

“Yes.” She smiled. “Now isn’t this much better than eating?”

“It sure is, sweetheart.” I kissed her lips and picked up the pace.

After a few hard thrusts, my cock, which was more than ready, exploded inside her.

Chloe

As he lowered his body onto mine, we lay there in an embrace, my fingers deftly running up and down his back. I was more than satisfied, at least for the time being.

“Shall we eat now?” I asked.

He lifted his head. “Yes. We shall. I’m starving.”

He climbed off of me and helped me up.

“Are we going out or staying in?” I asked.

“Which do you prefer?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m good with either.”

He walked into the bedroom and pulled a pair of sweatpants from his suitcase. I followed behind, grabbing the white robe from the closet.

“How about we enjoy a nice evening in, and then we can spend the whole day tomorrow exploring Vegas?” he spoke.

“I like that idea.” I pulled my phone from my purse. “Oh, look at that. Some guy named Sebastian sent me like ten text messages.”

“You should have responded and then I wouldn’t have had to send so many.”

He walked over to the desk and grabbed the in-room dining menu from it. He took it to the couch, and I followed and sat down next to him.

“I didn’t hear my phone. I was too busy winning all that money.” I grinned.

“I figured you were down at the casino, but I was still worried.”

Hearing him say he was worried struck something inside. “I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can. But still, you should check your phone every once in a while. And by the way, what exactly did you mean by ‘the sun is in Leo’?”

“It’s an astrological thing. If you don’t follow it, you wouldn’t understand.”

“You follow that stuff?”

“Yep. In case you didn’t notice, my parents are throwbacks from the sixties. They are very spiritual, astrological, open people. I was brought up on it.”

He chuckled. “I bet they smoke weed too.” He looked at the menu.

“They do,” I spoke with seriousness. “And hearing you say ‘weed’ just killed me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re so proper and formal. I was expecting you to use another word, like cannabis.”

He cocked his head as his eyes stared into mine. “Do they really smoke cannabis?”

“Yes. So if you’re over at their house sometime, don’t be offended when Larry pulls it out and starts smoking it. I’m just putting you on alert now.” I smiled.

“Thanks for the heads up. Now, do you like filet? Because I noticed you aren’t a vegetarian.”

“I love filet.”

“Cooked how?”

“Medium rare.”

“Ah. A girl after my own heart. I don’t know many women who eat steak like that.”

“I bet you know a lot of women,” I blurted out.

“Yes. I do.” He smirked.

“And I bet you’ve been with a lot of women.” My mouth wouldn’t stop.

He glared at me for a moment. “Yes. I have.” His eyes narrowed at me.

“And you never found anyone special?” I cocked my head.

“No. What’s with all the questions?”

“Nothing. I’m just surprised someone as confident, sexy, and rich as you haven’t latched on to someone.”

He got up from the couch and walked over to the phone.

“First of all, I don’t latch on to anyone. Second of all, relationships are off the table.”

Ouch. Double ouch. Triple ouch. I felt that knife stabbing my heart.

“Why?”

“Because. Now I have to call our order in. So please, no more questions.”

After he finished placing the order, he walked over to the bar and opened the bottle of Prosecco the hotel generously provided upon our arrival.

“Thank you,” I spoke as he handed me a glass.

His mood had suddenly changed. Apparently, the talk of relationships was taboo. Was saying that relationships were off the table a hint to me? Was he making himself clear that whatever it was we were doing was never going to amount to anything else? I was going to forget what he said for now and enjoy the rest of our time in Vegas.