Billionaire Flawed 1(2)

As if you were wearing any. LOL.

Either way, use that bare ass to your advantage and seduce that man.

I laughed out loud at her words. As a virgin, the only knowledge I had on seduction came from Asha, and I wasn’t entirely convinced she really knew what she was talking about, or that her tricks would work on someone as experienced as Kellan. However, I was more than willing to give it a shot.

According to my friend, the key to seducing an older man was to mix innocence with teasing and let him know you wanted him while playing hard to get. I had no idea how to go about doing that, but I figured biting my lips and crossing my legs while staring at him was a good place to start.

To my surprise, the move worked, and his blue eyes returned to me. I fought the smile that threatened to break through my lips as I turned my gaze to the DJ, who was taking his position at the beginning of the runaway. Kellan’s eyes stayed on me as the lights dimmed, announcing the start of the show.

Gorgeous models strutted down the catwalk in beautiful gowns. Although my eyes stayed on the garments being modeled, my attention was on the handsome man sitting across from me.

Kellan alternated between watching the women walking by and gazing at me. I tried to look aloof to his interest, but inside my heart pounded so hard it felt like it was plotting to run away. Every once in a while I’d allow my gaze to drift to his intense blue eyes, and when our eyes met, I’d do something obviously sexy, like run a hand down my legs or up my chest, bite my lips or touch my hair. In response, Kellan would pull a sharp breath through barely parted lips, shift positions on his chair, or adjust his trousers—which was my absolute favorite reaction.

By the time the designer followed his models down the runway for the final walk, the bulge on Kellan’s pants was visible from where I was standing and the desire in his eyes shone brighter than the lights around us. For the first time in my life, Kellan Shepard wanted me as much as I wanted him.

There was no denying that I would lose my virginity, and, after so many years of dreaming about it, Kellan would be the one fucking me. Our locked gazes lingered as we applauded the collection, but once people started to get up from their seats, Kellan’s attention shifted from me to the leggy blond beside him.

All the excitement I was feeling oozed out of me in a long, deep sigh. I sulked for a bit as my heart and breathing evened out, and then I opened my clutch to get my phone.

I tapped my foot on the hardwood floor as I typed a message to Asha, letting her know how badly I sucked at being sexy. Before I hit send, the sound of someone clearing their throat called my attention. Thinking it was my mom checking in on me, I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat when, instead of my mother’s face, I saw Kellan’s.





Chapter Two

Kellan

Where on God’s green Earth did this woman come from, and what game is she playing? That was the thought that kept rolling through my mind for the duration of the show.

She was breathtaking in every way, and I’d watched her with unwavering eyes. She managed what I thought was an impossible feat, to look as elegant and graceful as a ballerina while also being sexy enough to make my body ache. I didn’t know what she wanted from me—if she wanted anything at all—but I knew she was not a creature of this planet.

I drank in her beauty like she was the sweetest of wines and I was an alcoholic. Everything, about her, from the fullness of her lips to her long, tan legs, was carefully made to look effortlessly beautiful. She looked young, but not so young to put me off. In fact, her youth mixed with the sophistication of her designer dress and the skillful way in which she taunted me from across the runaway made her everything I desperately wanted.

From the first time she looked me in the eyes and opened her knees just enough to make me wonder what kind of underwear she was wearing before crossing them again, I couldn’t think of anything other than having her red lips on mine, her gorgeous legs wrapped around my waist, and my cock buried deep inside of her. In all of my years interacting with beautiful women, I had never encountered one who used seduction so shamelessly, and I loved that about her. Like me, she knew exactly what she wanted, and apparently we both wanted the exact same thing.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked once she peeled her eyes from her phone and looked up at me.

She was quiet for a moment, hesitating as if she could not come up with words. My lips turned into a pleased smirk at knowing that, after all she had put me through in the past hour, I was able to make this vixen speechless.

After several seconds, she placed her phone back inside her clutch and asked, “Did you?” The wicked light that shone in her eyes let me know she wasn’t talking about the runway show.