The Billionare

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I arched my back, using all the speed and power I’d saved for this moment.

“f**k!” I cried.

Everything was starting to feel so good again, so sensitive, especially when he began to meet me in the middle, plowing his c**k into me right before I lifted off him.

“Jenner!”

I was seconds away from losing it.

So, I leaned my face back, giving him my eyes like he’d demanded.

“Hell yes.” He held my neck. “f*****g come.”

And I did.

The orgasm completely owned my body, making everything inside me shudder and burst. The only thing I could focus on was his tongue as it returned to my mouth and these crests that washed over me, not even letting me gasp for air.

“Fuuuck!” he shouted, thrusting faster, harder. “Jo …”

I clutched him, waiting for him to break, and when he did, I wrapped my arms around him and took over the movements.

“Milk it.” His hands circled my back. “f*****g milk it.”

I gave him everything I had left, the bold, needy, quick sway of my hips, the turning that added the extra friction, a kiss that would drive him mad.

And it did.

He filled the condom, moaning, “Jo,” after each shot, and I didn’t still until his voice turned silent.

I kept him inside me, panting.

Relishing.

He pressed his nose to mine. “You’re a f*****g animal, you know that?” He clutched my hair, pulling on the locks until my lips were aligned with his. “It’s like your p***y was molded just for me, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to have it for the next three nights.” He pulled my lip into his mouth, sucking on it before he added, “We’re going to go take a shower and get this sweat off our bodies, and then we’re going to one of my favorite restaurants.”

I could barely decipher what he was saying.

I was full of s*x.

Heat.

And him.

But I’d caught a few words and grunted, “Food. Yum.”

He grazed his teeth over the same lip. “A steak house … I know you have meat on the brain.”

It took me a moment, but I laughed.

“Not just any meat, Jenner. Only yours.”

Jenner

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here was gorgeous … and then there was Jo.

A category all to herself.

With a spicy, confident personality, a wickedness when it came to s*x, and a body that could turn me into a submissive.

I knew she’d put on a sexy dress for dinner, but every time I saw this girl, she surprised me.

Pleasantly so.

She didn’t show off half her body, like most of the women I went out with. Aside from the little costume she’d worn today, her clothes were seductive but tasteful. There was a provocativeness in her eyes, something women couldn’t fake or achieve—they had to be born with it.

Like her.

She could make me hard with her stare.

Her smile.

Her kindness and trustworthiness, traits that made her unique.

That made me crave her.

That made me wrap my arm around her when we got out of the SUV. The men we passed on the sidewalk stared at her. I knew they were fantasizing about her body, that they were praying she would glance in their direction, hoping to score a second of her attention. Women were no different, their eyes instantly finding Jo.

She was someone to gaze at.

But I kept my arm tightly around her …

Like she was mine.

That was what I thought about as I took the seat across from hers at our table.

In the past, so many women had wanted a commitment. I wouldn’t give them one. Most of the time, I wouldn’t even consider it.

Jo was different. Jo was making me feel things.

Things I didn’t want to surface because single was the life I’d chosen to live.

But, f**k, she had a face I could wake up to every morning. She was someone I could take for a midnight dessert on a random Tuesday. Someone I could carry onto my jet in the middle of the night, so she could wake up somewhere beautiful in the morning.

But to even consider that, I needed her on my coast, minutes away, giving me access to her whenever I wanted.

Miami wasn’t that.

Goddamn it, there were just too many obstacles with this one.

This had to be just … fun.

That was what I repeated to myself. That this would be over once I returned to LA.

But even as she opened her menu, her long eyelashes taunting me over the flickering candlelight, I was dreading that plane ride back.

She looked at the food selection for only a second and then back at me.

“Tell me, Jo …” I put my hand on my water glass, needing to feel the coolness from the ice. “What are you going to do when you graduate? It’s happening soon, only a few months away.” Once my fingers were wet, I gripped the wine menu, taking a quick peek so I knew what to ask for once the waitress arrived.

She moved her napkin to her lap. “I’m a marketing major. I would like to go into the field, not necessarily at an agency, more like apply my skills to a business and do the marketing and social media and influencing for a company. Those are the things I’m good at.”

“Have you decided what kind of business?”

She sighed. “That’s the hard part. I’m still not sure. I did an internship last semester for a set of privately owned gyms in South Beach, and they offered me a job for when I graduate. I also did some work for a local art dealer who owns several galleries throughout South Florida, and she would love to employ me full-time, but I just don’t know. Although I enjoyed both jobs, neither angle is exactly what I’m looking for.” She shrugged. “I guess time will tell.”

“I didn’t have that luxury.”

“No?”

I shook my head. “I went from prelaw to law school.”

“Did you always know what you wanted to be?”

“I did, but I also knew what was expected of me, and with that came a lot of pressure.”

She leaned her arms onto the table. “Explain.”

“My parents founded one of the largest, most successful law firms in California. They opened it shortly after graduating law school, and they’ve single-handedly built their practice to what it is today, which is several locations across the state, hundreds of attorneys on staff, a focus on almost every practice of law, and relationships with the DA of each county.” I chuckled, remembering pictures that had been taken in our nurseries, the scales of justice painted on the wall above our cribs.