MR BILLIONAIRE MY HEART BEAT FOR YOU

CHAPTER 5

Lexi’s POV

The next day, I arrived at the luxurious hotel as instructed by Julian's secretary. The towering building of the hotel loomed above me, signifying exclusivity. Everything about it screamed wealth, from the gleaming marble floors, to the gold-trimmed chandeliers, and the crisp air filled with the faint scent of expensive cologne.

I approached the front desk. "I'm here to meet Julian, Julian Smith," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

The receptionist barely looked up before nodding and gesturing toward an elevator. "Fourth floor, private lounge."

I swallowed hard. A private lounge. I had expected a formal business meeting, perhaps in a restaurant or an office. But a secluded lounge? That was unexpected.

The elevator ride felt endless. I was almost running out of patience when the doors finally slid open, I stepped into a dimly lit corridor, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and something unmistakably masculine. A single door was slightly ajar at the end of the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open.

The room was stunning—dark mahogany walls, plush leather cushions, and floor-to-ceiling windows that served as a perfect view for the busy city. A low-burning fireplace cast a warm glow across the lounge, giving it an intimate, almost hypnotic feel.

And then, there he was.

The man... Julian.

Sat in a leather armchair near the center of the room, one leg crossed over the other. Even in the dim light, his presence was commanding. His tailored black suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the moment our eyes met, I felt pinned in place by his sharp, assessing gaze.

"So, you're the one," he mused, his head still buried in work.

I straightened my spine. "I'm here for the agreement."

His lips curled slightly, amusement flickering across his face. "Straight to business. I like that."

He gestured toward the seat across from him, and I hesitated before lowering myself onto the leather chair.

Without another word, he reached into his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers, sliding them across the table.

The contract.

I picked up the pen, my fingers trembling slightly. I should read through the fine print. I knew that well, but hesitation wasn’t a luxury I could afford. Desperation left no room for second thoughts.

I signed.

Julian watched me with an unreadable expression before nodding in satisfaction. "It’s done."

As if on cue, a waiter appeared with a bottle of champagne. The cork popped, the sharp sound breaking the awkward silence. Julian offered to pour me a glass and I couldn't refuse, his movements slow but perfect.

He raised his glass without saying anything, taking a small sip. I took mine too. The fine liquid was smooth on my tongue, but almost immediately, a strange warmth spread through my veins. At first, it was soft, pleasant and tingling, but then it deepened with more influence.

Something felt… off.

I placed the glass down, trying to steady myself. Julian exhaled slowly, rolling his sleeves up like he was shaking off tension. His gaze flickered to mine. " Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

I nodded, my skin suddenly too hot. "Yes. I don’t know what’s happening."

Julian frowned, setting his own glass aside, then his gaze darkened.

My breath came faster.

The warmth pooling between my legs wasn’t just heat and further worsened with Julian parting his lips slightly as he studied me.

It was intoxicating.

"I need to go now." I whispered, though making almost no move to stand.

Julian reached for my hand, his fingers brushing against mine. The simple touch sent a jolt through me, igniting something inside me.

Then.

I didn’t know who moved first, whether it was me leaning in or Julian pulling me closer, but suddenly, there was no space left between us. His lips found mine, hesitant at first, then deepening with an urgency that neither of us could explain.

I melted into the kiss, my fingers gripping the buttons of his suit, pulling him impossibly closer. His hands slid around my waist, firm and warm, sending shivers down my spine. When his tongue brushed against mine, a soft moan escaped my lips, and that was all it took for restraint to crumble.

Julian lifted me effortlessly, guiding me onto the plush leather couch behind us. His solid weight pressed down on me, his lips trailing from my mouth to my jaw, then down to the sensitive skin of my neck. I arched beneath him, my fingers ran through his hair, lost in the sensation.

Julian’s hands explored my body with a careful, almost hesitant touch, as though afraid of moving too fast. But when I whispered his name, soft and pleading. I felt his resolve disappeared.

Clothes were shed in a blur, Julian groaned as he positioned himself above me, his gaze locking onto mine, seeking silent permission.

I nodded, gulping at the sight of his dangling length, my eyes sizing his entire c**k. "Yes."

And then he thrusted inside me, a sharp gasp escaping both our lips. Our bodies fit perfectly, as if we had been made for this moment.

Julian laced his fingers through mine, pinning my hands above my head as he thrusted harder, his lips brushing against my t**s.

I clung to him, overwhelmed and lost in pleasure.

Our breaths became one, our moans filling the secluded lounge.

Neither of us knew how we had gotten here but none of it mattered now.

I arched my back, pushing my core to his c**k as I reached climax. As if in sync, Julian also jerked and groaned releasing his warm seeds into me.

He collapsed beside me, his arms pulling me against his chest, I

Felt safe and was quick to succumb to sleep.