Billionaire's Sweet Challenge

Alexa Parker loved s*x and she wasn't about to deny it. Looking at the colourfully illuminated signboard that read Sin City, Lexi felt a thrill shoot up her spine at the suggestive name. As she entered the club, she winked at the hot bouncer whose gaze had been glued to her the moment she'd begun advancing towards the place. She smiled when she heard him groan, and lord was he hot! Too bad he probably couldn't leave his post for a couple of minutes without finding his ass out of job. The entryway gave way to a dimly lit hall only lightened by disco lights dancing and bouncing off the ground and walls, a dancefloor that displayed members of the opposite s*x of all sexuality writhing sultrily to the playing pop song, and couples backed against the walls, kissing like they wanted to chew each other's lips. At least it didn't feature extremely randy people f*****g in the open, thank God, but she wondered if there was a secret place for that. Surely, the name of the bar couldn't have meant nothing. Making her way to the bar. She ordered a martini, then retreated to a thankfully unoccupied settee in a corner to sip her drink and survey the crowd. So what if she'd come to this city with her boss for business purposes? She certainly wasn't going to be of need to him tonight, and she could take advantage of that to have a taste or two of what California had to offer. She scanned the first guy her eyes met and quickly continued her search. He was much too lean and barely seemed to possess the qualities she needed for her one night stand. The second guy her eyes fell on was much too burly, cutting an intimidating figure Lexi wanted nothing to do with. And then she saw him. It was the exact moment he looked up, and their eyes met. Now if Lexi was a romantic, she would probably have thought that this moment was destined and the guy was Mr. Right. But no; she'd long learned that love and relationships were concepts created to torture people when they could be out exploring as well as leaving too much vulnerability exposed. And so all she allowed was s*x. Just hot, mindless, no-strings-attached s*x with men who were willing to be with her on her terms. And God did she love s*x. Her love for the blissful activity was probably congenital. Whenever the mood struck her, it was easy to find a horny, eager male who knew her scores right up front and wanted the same thing. Like she was doing right now. Studying the guy while his eyes scanned her body, Lexi instantly liked what she saw. Leaning at a corner not very far from her on her left with one of his feet resting lazily against the wall, he oozed a s****l confidence she was instantly drawn to. His dark hair was thrown around his head in a messy tousle, giving him a sexy look, and his muscles rippled against the tight-fitting blue, no-button T-shirt he wore on top of denim jeans. A jaunty smile played on the man's face as he raised his glass of what appeared to be whisky her way. Leaning back in the curved metal settee on which she sat, Lexi raised her glass of martini to match his move. Lowering her glass to her lips and taking a sip of her drink, she licked her lips suggestively. She was wearing a maroon straight dress that ended just above her knee-courtesy of having organized her wardrobe only for business putposes-but nonetheless, the dress fitted her figure and showcased her well-endowed curves perfectly. Placing a hand on her thigh, she rode the hem of her dress up her thigh for more hints sake, commanding an air of sultriness even while trying not to appear desperate. Not that she was desperate. No; she was merely looking to blow off some steam after two weeks' worth of celibacy. And she felt this guy was the right candidate to handle her. He appeared to be a crème de la crème, the kind who could drive her wild and leave her senses blistering after an o****m. A woman had to be odd to want a man who barely got her to the edge and just left her to fend off for herself after having his release. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed the guy walking in her direction, and she felt the usual thrill shoot through her. If the s****l potency radiating off him as he approached was anything to go by, then she was in for a wild time. "Hey." His voice tumbled huskily as he scooted onto the remaining space beside her on the long metal chair. Thank God the music wasn't loud enough where she sat. "Hey." She glanced at him casually, taking on an uninterested air. "So what is a gorgeous woman like you doing all by yourself in a place like this?" He brought his glass to his lips and peered sultrily at her over the rim as he took a sip. God, could he have gotten any cheesier with that pick up line? Well, she would take it like that even though she'd hoped for more originality. After all, she'd seen men go speechless at the sight of her. Lexi shrugged her shoulders casually even while she infused her expression with a sultry touch. "Maybe the same thing as you." "Is it?" He flashed her a meant-to-be-dazzling smile that could've made her insides melt. Could have, of course; she was no mushy, wimpy little miss. "And whatever might that be?" Lexi leaned back and regarded him with lashes that'd fallen at half mast, noticing he looked even more handsome this close. He had blue eyes. His skin appeared tanned, and his sharp jawline complimented his sharp cheekbones to create an artfully sculpted face. He had really good looks, she had to give him that. "I don't know," she finally replied. "why don't you tell me?" "Hmm, let's see." Cupping his chin, he begun tapping his cheek with his index finger, making a show of considering his options. "You here to get smashed on the booze?" "No." "To dance your ass off?" "You didn't find me on the dancefloor, did you?" Levering her glass to her lips, she polished off her martini and hoped she wasn't going to have to order another one. "Of course not." His blue eyes took on a presumptuous hue as he leaned closer, gazing into her eyes, his mouth twisting in a perverse smile. "How much do I have to pay to spend a night with this gorgeous s*x goddess in front of me?" "I'm not a hooker." She informed him straightaway. What was it about guys always coming to that conclusion? Couldn't a woman just love s*x and exploration without money as the drive? Flipping her hair to her side, she smacked her lips suggestively. "However, you can pay me in another form." He didn't seem a bit taken aback. "Anything." Their lips were just a few inches apart now. He had a woody essence about him, and there was whisky on his breath. "What will I owe the goddess once I take her to my bed?" "Orgasms. As many as possible." A low growl seemed to vibrate from his throat. "I can definitely arrange that. So how many do you want? Two?" "Make that four." She knew she wielded power here and she wasn't about to let it pass. "Woah," He chuckled and finally downed the rest of his whiskey. "feisty and greedy, are we? Well guess what? I can arrange that too although I will need some time." She caught the movement of his head and quickly tilted her head so that his lips missed their target and rather found her neck. She felt him smile daringly against her as he sniffed her skin, obviously thinking she was trying to make things harder for him. Which wasn't so. She just barely ever made out with the men she hooked up with except when she was in the heat of the moment. To her kissing was even more intimate than the penetration of a d**k. She only tilted her head in his direction again when he pulled away and nearly chuckled when she turned her gaze towards his groin. She instantly licked her lips at the sight of his impressive bulge. The guy was either ultra-sensitive or she was super hot. She knew it was the latter. "So I booked one of the private rooms here." He informed her. "What do you say we go in right now and have the good time we both want." "Sounds good to me." "Hey, so listen." His expression had turned a bit somber. "Before we go, I just want you to know that I'm not looking for anything serious. I just want a good night f**k to blow off some steam, and I'm..." "Save your breath, handsome." Lexi placed her finger on his lips to shush him. He was just the guy she needed. Getting up from the chair, she grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him up. "And lets go to the private room. We have far more urgent stuff pending." Oh yeah, she loved s*x, and she wasn't about to apologize for it.