Billionaire Playboy

4

As we pull up to his building, I notice it's huge. It's made up of mainly glass windows that look to be tinted. His driver gets out and opens the door. He takes my hand and leads me through a double door at the front. As soon as we walk in, it's gorgeous, very white with black couches and a desk in the middle. He walks past the desk heading to a line of 3 elevators. Taking a key card, he slides it against a sensor, and the elevator opens. When we get in, the punches for the floor, and of course, it's the top floor. 

We walk through his door, and his penthouse is huge. The main room has a very modern look to it. I am drawn to his huge sectional in front of a flatscreen. "Make yourself comfortable." He gestures towards the couch. As I sit, I let out a huge sigh. It felt good to get off my feet, and his couch is so comfortable. "I really want your couch." He laughs and nods his head. "You can have it. I'll get another." I roll my eyes and smile at him. 

We've done nothing but talk about interests, and it's killing me. I've never wanted my hands all over someone so much. "You seem lost in thought." My cheeks heat up, and I know I am as red as a tomato. "Kinda." He scoots the closet to me and runs the back of his hand down my arm, and I turn into pudding. "I want to f**k you." It was so blunt that I was almost speechless, but god did I want it. "Then do it." 

He picked me up and walked into his bedroom. Blue silk sheets like the ocean and all the furniture was a black theme. His arms holding me tight made tingles radiate through me. Before I could think, he threw me into his bed. Taking off his jacket and dress shirt, he looked at me hungrily. 

I am screaming in my head as I stare at his muscular torso. I want to run my hands down his abs and feel how soft his skin is. He climbs on top of me and brushes his lips on mine. They are so soft and inviting. His kiss deepens and turns into an intense hunger. I reach for his belt buckle, undoing his pants as fast as possible. I need him now. He unzips my dress and slides it off of me like it's nothing. Running his hand slowly down my body, he kisses down my neck to my breasts.

Soft moans are escaping my lips as he sucks on the hard bud of my n****e. "Please." He raises his head and looks at me like I am prey. "Beg, little one." I don't hesitate to repeat my self. Taking off my thong, his hands run against my legs, causing me to shiver. I moan again, relishing his touch. Spreading my legs, he lowers his head between them. He kisses down my thighs, making my skin feel like it's on fire. He stops, making me whine like a kid throwing a temper tantrum. He gets off the bed and goes into a drawer in his nightstand. I can see the foil packed he grabs, and my eyes widen. 

He takes off his undone pants and slides the contents of the package on his large member. Climbing back on top of me, my heart starts to race. He reaches his hand down to feel me and insert his finger. A gasp exists in my mouth. "God, you are so wet." He places both hands on the bed to steady himself. I can feel his member resting at my entrance as I lift my legs and rest them on his hips. He kisses me hungrily once more as he enters me. 

When I wake, I am engulfed in silk sheets hugging my body. I look around to see that I am alone. I start to panic. I have no idea where I am or what to do. I mean, I know where I am and what happened. I am a little mind blown. Where is Maxwell? I get up and retrieve the dark blue dress shirt he was wearing last night. It's still lying on the floor along with the rest of our clothes. 

As I walk out of his bedroom door, I am hit with the smell of waffles. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I head closer to the smell. I reach a big kitchen with beautiful granite countertops. The cabinets are black, which makes the white shine. A woman is cooking at the stove in the middle of the island. She's older,  and she wears kindness on her face. "Good morning, miss. Mr. Novak is in his office dealing with work." I don't know if I should take the opportunity to run. I have a feeling I was just a one-time thing, but something else wants me to stay. 

The lady gestures me to sit at the island. The barstools are black, but the cushions are white. I walk over and sit, feeling uneasy. "Hi, Uhm. Hi." I look down. I have no idea how to handle this situation. She gives me a kind smile and puts a plate of food in front of me. My stomach starts to rumble as the smell travels up my nose. "Should I wait for him before I eat? I don't want to be rude." I hear footsteps behind me, and I stiffen. "No need, I am here." 

My heart is beating like a hummingbird's wings as he touches my shoulder. Taking his seat next to me, his cologne sweetens the air around me. "Go ahead, eat." I take his orders and start to dig in. The waffles are beyond amazing, and the fresh strawberries really get my senses going. I am sad to think this will be the only time I can have them. Oh well, I had a feeling this was what I was getting into. 

"So, can I have your address to give to my driver? He will take you home." My heart sinks a little, but I give him my address as he walks me to his door. "Last night was amazing, Abby. Hopefully, we can talk again." With that, I knew I was never going to talk to him again.