Escorting the Billionaire by Leigh James
Audrey
Ministry was insanely beautiful. There were lush flowers and candles everywhere. We sat on reclaimed church pews at the table. Evie’s cousins and their besuited husbands sat on my left; James sat on my right, protecting me from his parents. He’d said hello to them but otherwise wasn’t speaking, concentrating instead on his food and on me.
To my simultaneous delight and horror, I’d caught him looking down my dress several times.
Todd was across the table from me. “Are you getting excited?” I asked.
He beamed at me. “You have no idea. It’s the best feeling in the world.”
He was earnest, as James had said; he was also open and kind, very unlike James.
“Evie told me about the flowers. Everything is going to be so beautiful,” I gushed. I couldn’t help myself. I liked Todd, and even if Evie was a total c-word, he was excited to marry her.
“She and my mom have taken care of every detail,” Todd said. “It’s easy for me. All I have to do is show up.”
James snorted. “And be married to her,” he said. I noticed that he was on his third bourbon, and I frowned at him.
“What,” he said, not bothering to make it a question.
“I am pointing it out to you that this is your brother’s special time, and you shouldn’t be a prick,” I said to him quietly, so nobody else could hear. “If you behave, we can watch Sports Center when we get home. And you can keep looking at my boobs.” I put my hand on his thigh and I felt him tense up, but it wasn’t a bad tense.
He was tensed as though he was ready to spring. At me.
“Do you promise?” he asked darkly, and it was as if someone lit a match between us. My hand was on fire where I touched him.
“Yes,” I whispered. I kept my hand on his thigh, inching it up a little, and turned back to Todd. “Now, tell me about the honeymoon. I want to know everything.”
Under the table, James put his hand over mine and moved it up toward his cock. He was rock hard. I ran my hands over it reverently, trying not to either moan or climb on top of him right there, while Todd was gushing about the villas we were going to stay at.
Then James took my hand and removed it from his lap. And put his hand on my thigh. My bare thigh.
It was as if my skin was scalded, branded from his touch, the feel of his skin on my skin. He moved his hand up higher, dangerously higher, and under my dress. I jerked at the tablecloth, making sure my lap was covered. I looked nervously to my left; the investment banker sitting there was fully engrossed with his steak. I could feel my heartbeat thrumming through me as James’s hand crept up to my underwear. He fingered the lace and quickly slid his hand underneath before I had time to prepare myself.
Still, I didn’t cry out. I nodded at Todd, pretending to listen about the best snorkeling reefs in Eleuthera as James began to run his fingers along my slit.
I was wet already. Hell, I’d been wet since I met him. He used the slickness against me, rubbing me until I was almost panting. He found my clit and swirled it, lazily, and then pinched it in between his two fingers.
That was all I could take; I almost came right there. I grabbed his arm as calmly as I could and moved him off me. I took the napkin off my lap and gently wiped his hand with it.
And then I took his hand and held it, counting the seconds until dinner was over.
We sat practicallyon top of each other in the back of the car. There was no divider, so we behaved, better than at dinner, anyway.
James had his arms around me and was crushing me to him. I could feel his cock, large and hard, against me. I shifted, uncomfortable with desire, and he moved his hand down to my ass. He rubbed it, drawing small, hot circles with his palm, mesmerizing me, until I almost didn’t care that there was no divider.
James didn’t even wait for Kai to open the door. He jumped out and dragged me with him. We practically ran through the lobby.
There was an elderly couple waiting for the elevator. I smiled at them while James cursed under his breath. We rode upstairs in silence, while I privately prayed that James and I didn’t smell like almost-sex.
“Finally,” he said when the door opened at his apartment. He punched in the code and then turned and swooped me into his arms.
I laughed as he hustled me down the hallway.
“I have to get that fucking dress off of you. Now,” he growled.
“How romantic,” I said.
He placed me gently on my feet, just inside his bedroom. I looked up at him and threw my arms around his neck, drinking him in. His gorgeous steel-colored hair, his square jaw, his blue-gray eyes.
“Tell me that you want to do this,” he said. He ran his hands down my back.
“I want to do this,” I said immediately. “I want to do this now.”
I leaned up and kissed him, hard. He crushed his lips to mine and our tongues found each other, causing electricity to shoot through me. He pressed the small of my back and moved me against him, so that I could feel his rock-hard length pressing into my belly.
I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It sprang out, enormous and thick, ready for me.
Oh thank God,I thought, relieved. If he’d been small after all this buildup, I might have run from the building, screaming.
He unzipped and removed my dress in what seemed like one motion. I took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and undid his pants so they dropped. Then I stopped, running my hands down his gorgeous, chiseled chest reverently. I wanted to enjoy this moment.
I kissed him, tracing his pectoral muscles with my tongue, and he moaned. It made me feel triumphant. He reached down and undid my bra, gently taking my breasts in his hands. He rubbed my nipples in circles with his thumbs, and I leaned into him, moaning with ecstasy and relief. His hands were finally on me, I thought.
It felt like they belonged there.
James ran his hands over my body and cupped my ass, pulling me to him. He grabbed the side of my black lace underwear and pulled them down gently. His tongue searched my mouth and I gave myself to him, surrendering to the urgency and surprising sweetness of his touch.
He laid me down on the bed, and his naked body loomed gloriously over me. He pushed the hair off my face and just watched me for a moment. Then he leaned in and kissed me again, deep and probing.
There was something else going on here, something besides sex, but I didn’t recognize the feeling. All I knew was that I wanted him inside me, right now, and that I wanted to cry.
I spread my legs a little, offering myself to him. He took a finger and ran it along my slit, making sure that I was wet enough. He slid it inside of me, testing me, and I moaned. I grabbed his muscled ass and pulled him to me, running the head of his cock over my sex, getting it slick and wet.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, and I nodded.
He entered me then, all at once, and I cried out. He buried himself into me, and my body stretched to accommodate his. He was gentle at first. But I was impatient, and I grabbed his ass and pushed him deep into me, wanting to feel all of him, wanting him to overtake me. His body listened to mine, his long, deep strokes pushing me to the edge almost immediately.
He leaned up, and I greedily drank in the sight of his taut, muscled body.
And then he continued to fuck me, hard.
“Come in me,” I begged. I was on the edge, and I wanted him there, with me.
His strokes got deeper, more urgent, and then he did come, hard, filling me as my body clenched around him.
Our orgasm shook the bed.
“Audrey,” he cried out, shuddering on top of me.
Afterward, he lay next to me and I stared at his gorgeous face, pushing the hair back from his forehead.
He opened his eyes and watched me watching him.
“That was incredible,” I said, too undone to be anything but honest.
“It was,” he said. He kissed me slowly, deeply. “Let’s do it again.”
So we did it again. And again. With me on top, with him behind me. He took me in his mouth and then I took him in mine. By the time the morning came, we’d done it just about every way you could think of, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to walk straight ever again.
Which was fine with me. It was absofuckinglutely worth it.
I woke up, and now it was my turn to find James watching me, pushing the hair back from my forehead.
“What,” I said. I stared back at his gorgeous face.
“Audrey,” he said, stroking my hair. “You’re fired.”
