Billionaire's Sweet Challenge

Chapter 5

“Oh, f**k baby. Just Like that.”

Lexi rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time as the man continued to scream while she rode him, surprised that her eyes hadn't popped out of their sockets already.

Where had she gone wrong to end up with such a poor excuse of a one night stand? The man obviously had an erectile disfuntion. His d**k kept on alternating between fully hard and semierect. Even as he kissed her jaw, he was leaving her to do all the work, never thrusting up, just sitting down like a freaking robot.

She repeatedly pulled herself off him and sunk back down, easing into a furious rhythm in the hopes that it would bring her the o****m she deserved. The guy's semierect d**k didn't help her and so Lexi wedged her hands between them and begun simulating herself on the c**t.

She felt it building, throwing her head back as she continued to rub herself. The man's breathing became heavier before he let out a yell and spilled himself inside the condom. She had to cajole her own o****m a while longer before it finally tore through her.

Saying that she was sated was such an overstatement. Getting off by herself? This wasn't the last f**k she'd envisioned would keep her going for the time her deal with Kris was going to tie her down.

Getting off the man, Lexi sashayed across the room in nothing but skin, deliberately swiveling her hips, knowing the man's eyes were glued to her like a magnet, following her everywhere she darted, drinking her in greedily.

Such a shame he hadn't made a laudable use of her perfect body..

"What are you still doing here?" She demanded calmly without turning to face him, ejecting the annoyance from her voice.

"Damn, woman." His voice came from behind her, charged and possessed with primal need. "You're so hot, I want to do a double take. I have another condom.”

"Just a double take?" It was all she could do to not let her voice c***k with mockery. She wondered whether his d**k could even get hard again in the next ten minutes.

She swiveled around to face him. "What about a ten-ble take?"

"f**k yes!" He enthused as he slipped out of the couch, his eyes blazing with lust.

God, did the guy know anything about sarcasm?, Lexi thought as she watched him walk over to her, inducing his expression with a come-hither touch. She nearly laughed at his lame attempt to appear sexy.

Meeting him halfway, she trailed the tip of her index finger from his temple and down to his cheeks. "Sorry dude, I don't do double takes."

His eyes shone with resolve. "Surely, after how well I did, you're going to make an exception."

After that mediocre performance? Well the guy had an ego too big for him, but she was going to have to drop the needles into it. She allowed herself to chuckle as she sauntered away from him, grabbed her panties from the floor and slipped it on.

"So sorry, but if I did do double takes, I would've done it with the guy I f****d yesterday. Because believe me, he was way-" she titled to face him, stressing on the last word. "-better than you. Now please get your things and get out of my room.

She could practically hear his ego shattering and scattering on the floor. What was it about guys when their Big d**k Energy was questioned? Indignation blazed in his eyes as he clenched his fists beside him. Just when Lexi was about to feel the silver of fear, he spun and gathered his, clothes, wearing them briskly, anger radiating off him.

After dressing, he practically galloped to the door, only turning to face her when one of his legs was outside. "Whore." He bit out just before the door banged shut.

Lexi merely rolled her eyes, going over to lock the door to her hotel room. As if she hadn't been called that one too many times by the men she'd f****d before and even those she hadn't.

A minute later, she slipped out of her panties and stepped under the warm shower, washing away the man's touch and scent. Now she could have a good night sleep.

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Lexi grimaced, looking through the variety of dresses splayed on her bed, remaining indecisive. She'd worried that the dresses she'd brought along on the trip seemed too businesslike, and so she'd gone to shop a few dresses she would be taking to Kris' family reunion, refusing Kris's offer to use his credit card.

It was only now that she realized that she hadn't really shopped with his family in mind. This one was short, the other revealing, the other too tight. She definitely didn't want to create a questionable impression on her pretend 'mother-in-law.'

She snorted, finding it comical that a man like Kris had to resort to lies just to gain control over his own life, and even more so surprising.

In about the year she'd been working for him, she'd always known him as a young yet sharp, intelligent businessman who never allowed himself to be controlled. Then again, business and family were worlds apart.

Last night, they'd gone to the hotel's restaurant to deliberately talk about how best to excecute their pretense at his family reunion. He'd been freer with Lexi than he'd ever been.

Not that he wasn't pleasant to work with. He could just sometimes get aloof and bossy, but she'd long realized that he only got that way with her when their flirting with each other seemed to be trespassing the border of harmlessness. It was always as if he wanted to wordlessly inform her he could never go beyond that line with her.

And hearing what he thought of her yesterday had made it more obvious that he would never look in the way of a woman like her.

Not that she wanted a relationship with him or anyone else for that matter. No, she was fine the way she was; single, free and liberated. It guaranteed the safety of her emotions.

Smiling, Lexi finally decided the dress she would wear for the trip. It was a sleeved, pink straight dress with streaks of African appliqué that ended just above the knee. Even if it fitted her curves too snugly, It injected that semblance of modesty she wanted to impose on Kris's mother.

After that, she added a few more dresses into her small suitcase since Kris had mentioned they would be spending the weekend over at his parents' house.

A small tap at the door told her Kris had come to see whether she was ready. She nearly gasped when she opened the door to him.

Neatly dressed in a grey tailored suit that practically worshiped his tall, well built frame, he looked like s*x on legs, the epitome of virility. He'd shaved his stubble to a five o'clock shadow that lined up with his facial hair. His woody cologne tickled her senses.

His eyes raked over the length of her body, and if she wasn't as usual being delusional, then this was the same way the men she slept with looked at her, the same way the guy from last night had looked at her.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen that look in his eyes, that flare of desire, but since he'd never made any advances towards her, she could never trust her observations. And she'd never tried anything with him, lest she be mistaken.

"Hey, you look. . . amazing." He looked entranced, and Lexi smiled, pleased.

"Thanks, you-" look good to eat. "-don't look bad yourself." She mused, stepping out. He took her suitcase from her before she could protest, and she locked the door.

Turning after she was done, she quirked her eye brows when she found him with his hand outstretched and his palm upturned. "We need some early practice, don't you think?" He said with a small smile.

Of course, practice for the acting, Lexi thought as she took his hand and allowed him to lead her down the hallway, then into the lift. She wasn't about to delude herself into thinking this pretending thing was going to be easy, and she'd practiced a little in front of her mirror.

Still, he holding her hand like this felt so natural and beautiful that the reality that this was all some pretense hit her harder than reasonable.

After the elevator had taken them to the foyer, Kris finally let go of her hand to pay off their expenses, then checked them out of the five star hotel. In the parking lot, he, with her hand in his, lead her towards an unfamiliar sleek Ferrari.

"Where's this coming from? Where's the rental?" She asked, surprised as she gawked at the car. It looked absolutely brand new.

"I had the rental company take it back. My dad sent this with our new driver to pick us up."

That was when a man who looked to be in his fourties stepped out of the car looking at them apologetically, possibly for not noticing them earlier.

"Mr. Reynolds. Good morning, sir." He took the handles of their suitcases from Kris, his eyes trailing to Lexi. "Good morning, miss."

"If you'd known Jonas before he'd retired, Max, then he would've told you how much I hate being addressed so formally. Please just call me Kris." Kris smiled amicably, patting the man lightly on the shoulder.

A surprised smile beamed the man's face before he went to deposit their stuff in the booth. Lexi had to smile at how affectionate he was with the man even though he wasn't familiar with him. Kris opened the door to the back row seat, indicating for her to enter with a gentle bow.

"Really?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes, and they both chuckled as she entered the car. She sat beside the door on the other side while Kris sat on the side where they entered, leaving some space between them. The interior of the car reeked of extravagance.

"We're going to take like three hours or so to get there." He informed her. "I hope you don't mind travelling by car. My dad wanted to pick us up by helicopter but I said no. Been a while since I sat through a long drive. Besides, why accelerate global warming whenever I want to take a trip?"

She smiled, watching Max enter the car and turn the ignition. "You're right, and I don't mind. I relish that experience myself."

His phone rang immediately he pulled it out from the pocket of his suit. The person must've been important, because he smiled broadly as he answered the call.

"Sweet honey." He crooned into the phone. Lexi felt a pinch in her chest she couldn't explain.

He had a girlfriend?