Escorting The Billionaire #2(23)

 

“It was a long time ago, but I know that I did. It was first love. Nothing else is quite like that,” I said. “Do you know what I mean?”

 

She nodded slowly, her gaze directed out of the window. “I do, James. I do.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“That’s enough doom and gloom for one day.” Audrey sat up straight. My head was in her lap, and she’d been playing with my hair. I couldn’t remember the last time that sitting with someone, talking to them, and having them play with my hair qualified as an event for me, but this did. And this particular event had stretched past lunch.

 

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

 

“I’m always hungry.”

 

I sat up and smiled at her. “Me, too. Why don’t we just go down the street? Sit outside, have a late lunch, and drink some wine?”

 

“That sounds perfect.” She kissed me on the nose and went to get up but I stopped her, grabbing her hands.

 

“Thank you for listening to me today,” I said. “I’ve never spoken about what happened before. I never even told Cole. It’s something that I buried a long time ago. You’re the first person I ever felt comfortable with enough to talk to about it.” I tucked her hair behind her ear.

 

She smiled at me, flushing with pleasure. “Thank you for everything you did for me today—even though I’m paying you back—and thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about Danielle. You can trust me, James.” She laced her fingers through mine. “You’ve shown me that you’ve got my back. I have yours. You need to know that.”

 

I leaned up and kissed her then, tasting her sweet mouth. It was as if nothing else mattered to me anymore. My business back in California was a blur—it was like that was someone else’s life. All those worries, that rhythm, were far from me now. I hadn’t even called in to yell at my assistant Molly today. All I cared about was Audrey in this moment. As far as I was concerned my family could be damned, except for Todd. And I could already tell he knew what she meant to me.

 

“Let’s go eat. It’s a beautiful day out.”

 

“Wait,” I said, not ready to let her go. “I need something from you first.” I kissed her again, our tongues connecting.

 

I got hard as soon as that happened.

 

This was uncharted territory for me. Not the erection, obviously. It was just that sex wasn’t all I needed—I needed her, and I didn’t know what to do with that. I couldn’t articulate the need any further. I didn’t know what to ask her for.

 

But Audrey knew exactly what to do. She showed me that she needed me, too.

 

She climbed onto my lap and straddled me. She said nothing, but she removed her shirt and mine swiftly, kissing me with an urgency I hadn’t felt from her before. She stood and pulled off her leggings and then undid my pants, lifting my ass up and pulling them off, not saying a word.

 

She knelt on the floor below me. I ran my hands down her beautiful, smooth skin, and she took my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking. I leaned back, overwhelmed with the sensation. She took me all the way down her throat, sucking hard.

 

“Oh my God, Audrey.” I threw my head back against the couch. I almost exploded in her mouth right then. I moaned, just wanting to fill her with me. She swirled her tongue around my tip and cupped my heavy balls. “Oh, fuck yeah—that’s good.” I fisted my hands through her hair, caught up in the moment. I almost came like that, hard in her mouth, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted her. I wanted to give her pleasure.

 

I wanted her to scream my name.

 

“Audrey,” I said, my voice thick, “Come here.” She sat up and straddled me again, taking my now-enormous cock and rubbing it against her wet slit. She threw back her head, like it felt good, as she rubbed against me.

 

“Baby, I need to be inside you,” I said. “Now.” She positioned herself above me, and all at once, took me in her, hard. We both cried out. Then we started rocking against each other. It felt so good. I was in so deep. I grabbed her ass and bounced her on my hard length, up and down, over and over.

 

“Oh my God, James. Oh my God.”

 

“Tell me I’m the only one,” I said. The sensation of having her on me like that, of being inside her so deep, was making me crazy. I squeezed her ass. “Tell me you’re mine.” Her breasts bounced in front of me and I buried my face in them, licking and sucking her nipples. I wanted to own her body. I wanted to leave my mark on her like a brand, so that no one else ever touched her.