Her Billionaire Boyfriend (Her Billionaire #2)

Chapter One

(Charlotte)

Matt loves me.

I combed my fingers through his dark hair, lifting the strands idly and letting them fall. He’d slept for the past hour like this, his head nuzzled against my breasts, one hand cupped between my legs.

Of course, he would sleep like that.

Chuckling softly to myself, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. I should not have woken up at six in the morning, but my sleep schedule had been messed up ever since I had arrived at Ascend Red. Late nights of relentless sex followed by waking in the midafternoon had confused my body to the point that I was jet-lagged without changing time zones. But now, it was six forty, and there was no way to ignore my bladder anymore. I gently eased Matt’s arm off me, not wanting to wake him. With a sleepy groan, he rolled away and took most of the duvet with him.

Yeah, if he wanted to be my boyfriend, he would have to work on the covers-hogging.

I tiptoed through the weak bars of early daylight the morning cast through the shutters and left the lights off in the bathroom. I’d done a lot of crying the night before, trying to break things off with him. My eyes throbbed. My mouth felt sticky and disgusting. I decided to brush my teeth before going back to bed.

Emotional catharsis might be healthy for the soul, but it’s hell on a person’s body.

I padded back out to the bedroom and found Matt sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry if I woke you,” I apologized.

He yawned, stretching out his ridiculously muscled arms. A dark curl flopped over his forehead, and he pushed it back with a smaller, follow-up yawn before answering hoarsely, “No, it’s fine. I needed to get up and consult Miranda about our travel itinerary before it gets any later. I don’t want to end up flying coach on some shitty discount airline, if we can avoid that.”

“So, there are limits to the humble billionaire thing.” Though it had been my idea to leave—I’d insisted the night before that it was what I wanted—a pang of disappointment struck the pit of my stomach. “We can always leave tomorrow. Or the next day.”

His eyes narrowed. “You seemed very sure of your decision to leave last night. You’re not saying this because you want to accommodate what I want, are you?”

“First of all, fuck you for knowing me so well.” I slipped under the sheets beside him. “Second, no. I promise. I do want to leave, but I’m not in as big a rush to do so in the light of day.”

“And in light of the fact that you don’t have to run away from me anymore?” He arched a brow.

“There’s that too.” I was profoundly uncomfortable with, and deeply doubtful of, the idea that anyone could love me. Running away had been my first instinct. “Sorry about that.”

He caught my chin in his hand and tipped my face up to his. “Don’t apologize because you had feelings that weren’t the same as mine.”

“They are the same,” I hurried to assure him. “I love you—”

He cut me off with a kiss. The bastard had the audacity to look as hot as he did and not have horrible morning breath. I couldn’t even get mad at the clichéd way he’d interrupted me.

Life was not fair.

I leaned into him. My soft moan caught between our mouths, and he echoed it, his tongue sweeping against mine as he held my face like I was a priceless, delicate thing. My hands found their way to his chest. I let myself get lost in him, in the sheer pleasure of what was such simple contact when compared to all of the other, hornier things we’d already done.

When he came up for air, he covered my hand with his, holding my palm flat over his heart. “Sorry. I can’t get enough of hearing you say that.”

Dazed, I ran my tongue over my lower lip. “Say what?”

“Wow, I’m a better kisser than I thought I was.” He gave a short laugh. “I can’t get enough of hearing you say that you love me.”

“It’s the novelty of it. You’ll get sick of me, soon.” I leaned up for another kiss, but he evaded me.

“Seriously, if we’re going to leave today, I need to call Miranda.” He reached for the phone.

I leaned over him and laid a hand on his forearm. “Wait. I meant what I said about spending a few more days.”

I’d originally planned to stay for two weeks. And while I wasn’t thrilled that Matt had been hiding out at his sex resort to avoid reality, I didn’t want to leave a place he loved after the constructive, but painful, conversation we’d had last night.

“Even though I’m surrounded by phonies, apparently?”

I wished I hadn’t said some of the things I’d said to him the night before. He’d needed to hear them, but I could have been a lot gentler.

“I stand by the spirit of what I said. You’re here because you don’t want to face the way life has changed for you. But I want us to leave here on a positive note.” I hoped he understood. I hoped he didn’t think I was some hot-and-cold-running weirdo who couldn’t make up her mind about anything.

He sat back against the mountain of pillows and studied my face a moment. “Leaving here in love is a positive note.”

“Exactly. Let’s celebrate it.” I hopped up on my knees. “Let’s…go out with a bang.”

He laughed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous, but right.” I swung a leg over him to straddle his thighs. “Let’s have a few days of fun with this new boyfriend-and-girlfriend situation. We’d probably be fucking like rabbits back in New York, anyway.”

“You will still come to New York with me?” He looked at me from beneath a furrowed brow. “This isn’t you trying to back out of our one-week trial period?”

“The one week won’t start until we’re in New York.” I stuck out my hand. “What do you say, boyfriend? A couple more days of sexual adventure? But we make it romantic?”

He took my hand and shook it firmly. “I think that sounds like an excellent idea, girlfriend. Where should we start?”

“Breakfast. Maybe a picnic on the beach?” I suggested, tapping a finger against my lips. “Nah, too sandy.”

“Mimosas on the terrace?” He slid down the bed.

I didn’t believe he had any intention of moving to the terrace. “Boring. We’ve done that.”

He insinuated a hand under my thigh and lifted up. I bent my knee, foot skimming along the deliciously soft sheets. Placing a kiss on my sun-pinked skin, he murmured, “Breakfast in the pool, then?”

“In the pool?”

He leaned up to trail kisses to my knee. “We could put our plates on inner tubes or something.”

I laughed in disbelief. “It’s not even like, a normal thing you do, that they’re all set up for? You’re going to snap your fingers and we’ve got floating breakfast?”

“You know I make things happen.” He walked his fingers down the path his lips had made. “Get used to it.”

I opened my mouth to make a smart reply, but his fingertips found my clit before I could utter it.

“This,” I gasped. “This, I can get used to.”

“I could get used to it,” he agreed as he rolled between my thighs. “But I’m never going to get enough of it.”

I made myself comfortable on the pillows and let my knees fall apart. It astonished me how quickly I stopped caring about breakfast when his tongue pressed against me and swiped up and around my clit. Though our sex life was new, he’d clearly been paying attention; he knew exactly how to touch me, what I needed, and for how long. That wasn’t something a person learned from buying a sex resort. That was the remarkable skill of a good lover.

I hated the word “lover,” but there were some people the term applied to.

While his mouth worked intensely over my most sensitive part, he slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping them against my G-spot. Perfect pace, perfect pressure. He knew.

Well, he knew my body. That was a lot different than knowing me. And maybe that was what so appealed to me about being his princess, and him being my dragon. It was more than a playful game. Maybe it was the only way I could truly surrender myself to him.

If I wasn’t me, and he wasn’t him, it wouldn’t hurt to give him all of myself.

“Do you know what I’d like to do today?” I breathed, my eyelids fluttering closed.

He didn’t stop, but made a little “hmm?” that sent a shiver up my back.

“I want to do what I came here for. You were going to show me what it’s like to be dominated by you.” Fuck, the sensation of his wet mouth against my wetter cunt was incredible.

“Haven’t we done that?”

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as I considered. “Not in the way you originally described. Let me be your Princess. Let me please my Dragon.”

He groaned, and the sound vibrated through my pelvis.

“Maybe after breakfast?” I suggested, my mouth suddenly dry. “Maybe in the castle, just you and I?”

It was kind of thrilling to ask for something that other people couldn’t have. I could see why rich people liked it so much.

He didn’t give me an answer right away, but I knew he wouldn’t deny me. And though we’d played out little scenes of control on this trip so far, I knew we hadn’t done anything near what he wanted from me.

He paused to bite my thigh. It was not a gentle bite but a painful nip that sent a shock wave through my core. “No. I want time to plan. I have so many ideas for what I want to do to you.”

I had a snappy answer on my tongue, but he bit the other thigh, and my rush of desire stole my words. When his mouth covered my clit again, a little thrill of anticipatory fear went through me. Maybe he would bite me there, on my most sensitive part.

Maybe it would feel amazing.

Maybe I wanted him to hurt me.

I hoped that was in his plans.

“What do you like to do to your princesses?” I whimpered as he pushed me higher and higher with the pointed flick of his tongue. “Do you like to tie them up? Do you like to spank them?”

The last word had barely crossed my lips before I broke, back arching, hips jerking against the suddenly soaked mattress. He withdrew his fingers and gave my trembling clit one last sucking kiss. I’d barely come down when he climbed over me, the head of his cock nudging against my opening.

“First of all,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “I only have one princess.”

The bare tip of him pushed past my outer labia. Oh yes, oh please, oh yes. He felt like silk caressing my pussy from the inside.

“Is this okay?” he asked. “No condom?”

I moaned and frantically nodded. I wanted to feel all of him, without anything between us.

He pushed inside in a single, slow stroke. Yes, he had me. There was no denying that when his big body pinned me to the bed, and I grasped him with my cunt. He had all of me. I wanted him to take more.

With a long, low groan, he settled inside me and stayed there, still but for the occasional flex of his cock.

“Second, yes, I would love to tie up my princess. And I would love to spank her. Paddle her.” He withdrew and slammed into me hard, sending starbursts of pain through my pelvis.

“Punish her. But more than that, I want to push her to her limit. I want to take her as far as she’ll trust me to go. And I want to see the joy of total submission on her face when she no longer has a will of her own. Just desire.”

He rocked our hips together. “I’ll make you crawl, and I’ll worship at your feet. Is that something you want, princess?”

I buried my face in the hollow of his shoulder, and my fingernails dug into his back. “Yes!”

His mouth fell on mine, his lips still wet with my juices. I tasted myself on him, sucked at his tongue for more. The rhythm of his thrusts picked up; not too fast or too hard, but with an urgency that hadn’t been in him a moment before. He lifted his head and captured my gaze. “Can I come inside?”

All of the things we’d done so far, and he hadn’t come in me yet? That was laughably absurd. I nodded and tipped my head back, but he caught my chin and forced my face back down.

“You’re going to look me in the eyes, Charlotte. You’re going to look me in the eyes while I fill you with my cum for the first time.”

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.

“Don’t close them,” he warned. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too!” I gasped. The base of his cock rubbed against my clit, but I used my fingers to help me along. I was closer, closer… My cunt quivered, and his eyes widened. I felt the initial retracting jerk of his cock. The accompanying spurt. I tumbled over the edge, my mouth open in a soundless cry. I held his gaze as he emptied himself inside me, my spasming pussy milking every drop.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, kissing me harder, his cock still twitching inside my trembling cunt. Blowing a dark curl off his forehead, he laughed ruefully. “Sorry that was so quick. I didn’t mean for it to be, but you felt so good.”

“Compliment received,” I purred, squeezing down on his half-hard dick and giggling at the way he flinched.

“Be careful. You might learn that I like that,” he warned and nipped at my lower lip.

“What, that you like having your sensitive cock teased?” Could I be so lucky? That was one of my favorite types of porn.

“I can be persuaded. If that’s what you’re into.” Then, with a groan, he withdrew. With a last, soft bite to my throat, he rolled off me.

The warm, obscene gush between my thighs gave me a delayed shiver of pleasure. “I don’t think I’m into doing it to someone, but I would damn sure watch it. Especially if you’re one of the guys who begs and pleads—”

“I don’t beg for anything. But if you want to see it…” He paused for my reply.

“I…” I did say I wanted to spend a few more filthy days of sexual exploration with him. “I think I would like that.”

He grinned. “Fantastic. Now we know what we’re doing for breakfast.”