Enticing You (How to Marry a Billionaire #1)

Episode 30

EPISODE 30

LOOPHOLES

Sienna

I could have bowed out like Rachel and Ginger did.

Perhaps I should have.

But I didn’t, so here I am in a cramped bedroom in the catamaran with Brett Dawson—the richest of the bunch.

I’d thought Alex was the anti-Leroy, and he is, personality-wise.

But physically? Brett is the anti-Leroy, with milky tan skin opposed to Leroy’s strong coffee, blond hair opposed to Leroy’s jet black, bright-blue eyes opposed to Leroy’s deep brown, hairless chest as opposed to Leroy’s dark scattered curls. But Brett’s lips are just as firm and full and his build is remarkably similar to Leroy’s.

“Did you ever play football?” I ask him.

“No,” Brett replies. “Riv and Seb did, and the coach was always after me to come out for the team, but it wasn’t my thing. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

So Leroy was a football player. Doesn’t mean everyone with his strikingly awesome build was.

And why the hell am I thinking about Leroy anyway? I was his arm candy for four years, and he treated me like a queen. I truly thought he was the one…until that fateful day—the day he came home the morning after Greg Logan’s bachelor party.

Six months earlier

I open my eyes to the sun streaming in through our bedroom window, rolling over to reach for Leroy’s hard chest.

Then I jerk upward.

He’s not here.

But I don’t worry. Last night was Greg’s bachelor party and he probably crashed there. Leroy’s not a big drinker, so when he does tie one on, I want him safe.

I grab my cell phone off the night table. Nine o’clock on a Sunday morning. He’s probably up by now.

“Hello?” a feminine voice says.

Weird. I didn’t tap in the wrong number because Siri made the call. “Hey, I’m looking for Leroy.”

“He’s in the shower. Do you want me to get him for you?”

Chills hit the back of my neck. “Who are you?”

“Stephanie,” she giggles. “Who are you?”

“I’m Sienna Costello. Leroy’s fiancée.”

A gasp. “Leroy has a fiancée?”

“Yeah, he does.” I hold out my left hand and gaze at the four-carat sparkler I’ve worn for nearly two years.

“Oh my God. I’ll go get him.”

“No! Wait!”

But she doesn’t reply. And already I know the truth.

If she’s going to get him out of the shower, then she’s already seen him naked.

I end the call.

Then I sit on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest, my heart beating like a freaking bass drum. My nerves skitter under my skin.

The next hour passes in a blur.

Leroy arrives.

Didn’t mean for it to happen.

Undeniable chemistry.

Something I didn’t know existed until her.

I’m sorry, Sienna. I’m so sorry, but it’s over.

Oh…and by the way, she’s the stripper from the party.

What does she look like? I demand to know.

Does it matter?

It matters to me!

She’s blond with green eyes, but this isn’t about looks, Sienna. You’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful.

I pull the ring off my left hand, hand it to him.

“Keep it, sweetheart. I feel terrible doing this to you.”

I throw it at him, but he leaves it on the floor as he packs a small duffel of his things.

“I’ll get the rest tomorrow while you’re at work.”

Then he leaves.

He fucking leaves after four years and a commitment.

And I cry.

I sob.

I have a fucking fit of racking tears.

Then I pick up the ring, take it to work the next day, insure it, and shove it in my safe deposit box.

Something for a rainy day.

Present Day

My friend Leanne told me to be grateful. That in the long run this would be the best thing, but I missed Leroy like crazy, and I still don’t understand how he could have fallen for a woman in one night and felt something more for her than he felt for me. What did she have that I didn’t? Other than the ability to take off her clothes for a living? Hell, I have that ability too, but I also have a law degree, so why would I do the former?

The ordeal taught me one thing, though. It taught me that as much as I loved Leroy, he didn’t feel the same way. He’s not a bad person. In fact, he’s an extraordinarily good person who volunteers for charities and coaches little-league football.

Which only makes it worse. If he were an asshole, it would be easier to hate him.

My only consolation is that his parents adored me. What did they think when he dumped his lawyer fiancée and brought home a stripper he’d just met?

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Not anymore.

God, I loved him, though. After being a wallflower and ugly duckling until I reached sixteen, I never thought anyone like Leroy would look my way.

And maybe that’s all it was. Not love so much as the joy of finally not being invisible to someone so handsome and wonderful.

Only to end up invisible again…

But I wasn’t invisible to Alex last night, even though things didn’t go as planned.

And I’m not invisible to Brett in this moment.

He’s already naked, and I slide the straps of my dark-brown bikini top over my shoulders, pulling it down and baring my breasts.

Apparently there was a topless frenzy on the dance floor last night, but Alex and I had left by then. Only Alex saw my tits last night.

And now…Brett.

He sucks in a breath. “Gorgeous.”

And his dick responds. He gets hard just looking at my tits.

Nothing like a little boost to the ego, even though I know it’s purely physical for him. I need to get Leroy and Alex out of my mind and surrender to this moment. See what Brett Dawson can do for me.

Or rather, to me.

“Not taking off the bottoms?” Brett asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No. You’re not supposed to touch me there.”

He grins. “Fair enough.” He cups my cheek. “I want you to feel safe, Sienna, so if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you tell me, and I’ll stop.”

I nod. I feel completely safe. Evangeline and the men have assured us of our safety here ad nauseam . What I really want to do now is to get down to business.

I want an orgasm.

I didn’t get one last night, and I want one now.

“Do whatever you want to me,” I say, looking him straight in his beautiful eyes. “Make me come.”

“You got it.” He kisses my lips softly, and then not so softly, taking my tongue with his.

The kiss is nice. Not as frantic as Alex and not as deep as Leroy used to kiss me.

Damn!

No Alex. No Leroy. Only Brett.

I relax into the kiss, slide my hands over his broad shoulders. Brett is wildly attractive, and I close my eyes, imagining…

Fuck. Leroy.

What’s wrong with me? I didn’t imagine Leroy last night with Alex. Damn that jerk.

I open my eyes, reorient myself.

Brett. Brett is kissing me. And I’d better get into it if I want that orgasm.

Then it happens.

He cups one of my breasts, flicks his finger over the hard nipple.

And I give in.

I return his kiss with passion and fervor, melt into his chest, and straddle my legs over his muscular thigh.

Only the stretchy fabric of my bikini bottoms separates my clit from his warm flesh. If only I could…

I jerk backward, breaking the kiss.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yes, I’m good. Really good. But I found a loophole.”

“You attorneys and your loopholes. What is it?”

“You’re not allowed to touch me between my legs. But there’s no rule about what I’m allowed to do.” I strip out of the bottoms and push Brett down onto the bed.

He smiles.

I straddle his thigh and cup my breasts, fingering my nipples.

He covers my hands with his own. “Allow me.”

I sigh, close my eyes, as he squeezes my tits, pinches and twists my nipples. I arch my back as I glide my pussy over his hard thigh. His cock is big, hard, and magnificent, and it grazes my hip as I move.

Another time, I’d lean down and lick him, but I’m being selfish today. I want the climax that was denied me last night.

“You’re wet,” he says on a groan. “So wet against my leg.”

God yes, I am. So slick as I grind into him, my clit throbbing, and those tugs on my nipples arrowing straight to my pussy.

I want to be filled. I ache to be filled.

And I imagine, for a moment, that a cock—I’m not sure whose—is inside me, completing me, giving me that nudge I need to?—

“God, yes!”

The orgasm rips through me, starting at my clit and radiating outward to the tips of my fingers and toes.

“That’s it. You come. God, you’re hot.”

I continue my movements, milking this orgasm for every last drop.

When it finally subsides, I fall to the side, lying on the bed beside Brett.

And I feel…good. Satisfied.

Perhaps Brett is worth a second look…