Billionaire Flawed 1(3)
“It was nothing out of the ordinary,” I retorted with a shrug, keeping my cool as I assessed what exactly she wanted. “The fashion industry is full of feigned attractiveness, and people feed into it with faux desire. There is beauty in the illusion.”
Her left brow shot up with indignation, and her previous determination returned to her eyes. I had to restrain myself from chuckling. For a woman who toyed with me so easily, she knew nothing of mind games.
“Are you insinuating the show was just marketing?” she asked, staring at me with eyes so green I lost myself in them. Before I could reply, she got up from her chair and placed her hands on her slim waist. Her body was even more delectable than I had imagined. “That’s disappointing,” she continued, displaying almost as much confidence as me. “A man such as yourself should know there was nothing forced in that show. Desire can’t be faked. When you see something you actually want, you either go for it, or you miss out.”
Oh, shit. There was no containing the surge of blood that rushed south of my navel. The sexy smile on her lips told me that arousing me had been her desired result. Mental images of ripping her dress to shreds and fucking her seven ways from Sunday flooded my mind, and I knew that if I didn’t get her out of this room and away from all of these people, I was going to get myself into a lot of trouble.
As if reading my mind, she ran a hand down the length of her delicious body and asked, “Would you like to discuss the show somewhere a little more quiet?”
For the first time in my life, a woman had rendered me speechless. For the next several seconds I just watched her in a haze. It was as if my body was on autopilot, allowing my mind to focus on nothing but what I would do to her once we were alone. The crotch of my pants felt tight and uncomfortable as I pictured her pressed against a wall and my cock buried to the hilt inside her. I needed, desperately, to make her feel as crazy as she was making me.
“So what’s it going to be?” she purred softly, her voice warm, sexy, and innocent like honey.
Instead of replying, I simply reached down to take her hand and started to walk toward an exit. Excitement and anticipation pulsed from her and fueled my own desire. Although I was no stranger to having these kinds of rendezvous at events, I had never wanted one as badly as I wanted this moment with her.
It took several minutes to find an empty room that was unlocked and far enough away that no one would bother us. Once I did, I opened the door with a satisfied grin and motioned for her to enter. I looked down both sides of the hallway before following her inside and locking the door behind me.
With a deep, steadying breath, I turned to the woman I was going to ravage like my life depended on it. “And so it begins,” I said, adding to the anticipation and making her pull a sharp breath through her parted lips.
Our eyes locked as I walked toward her. We were in a bathroom, and though it wasn’t the classiest place in the world, it definitely was enough for us.
The closer I got to her, the heavier and hotter the air around us became. It was like our combined desire filled everything around us with electricity and heat. Unable to hold it in any longer, I buried my hands in her hair and pulled her face to mine.
I kissed her hard, and she responded eagerly. We kissed like our lives depended on it. It was a kind of passion and urgency I had never known before and was quickly getting addicted to. We didn’t pull away until we needed air, but once we did, I hooked my fingers around the hem of her dress and hiked her skirt up to her waist.
My heart nearly stopped when I looked at her. “No underwear?”
She smiled and shrugged. “This dress doesn’t do well with them.”
“Neither do I,” I whispered as I kissed her again.
With our mouths locked in yet another passionate kiss, I guided her over to the sink and lifted her up. She opened her legs slowly, showing off, as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing member. Her eyes shot down and widened a bit. It was a reaction I wasn’t expecting but thoroughly appreciated.
“You want this, right?” Although her actions up to that point had made it blatantly obvious that she did, in fact, want it, I was—mostly—a gentleman and needed to check. Her head bobbed in a slight, breathless nod, and I pulled her hips closer to the edge of the counter and pressed my tip to her center.
She was wet enough for me to slide all the way in, and she was tight—too tight. Her lips parted, inhaling a sharp breath that revealed she was, in fact, a virgin.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
A part of me wanted to stop, to pull out and go find a model to take care of what I needed. But then she wrapped her legs around me and looked into my eyes, commanding my hips to move in a rhythmic motion against her. With our eyes locked, I thrust in and out of her, savoring how tight, warm, and wet this beautiful woman was.