Billionaire Boys Club 5 : Romancing the Billionaire(72)

She stared at her notes, thinking. IVIIIII meant nothing to her. There were no darker symbols in the last paragraph, so she wondered if the spacing had anything to do with it. On a hunch, she separated out the letters by paragraph. IV III III.

Roman numerals.

433.

The Kallista Hotel had four floors.

She gasped. That was it. It had been in front of their faces all this time. They just hadn't paid attention to the lettering because they'd been so focused on the poem.

The door opened and Jonathan came into the room with a plastic grocery bag filled with bottles of water and a small bag of what smelled like fresh baklava. "I thought you might be hungry-"

She launched herself from the bed with a squeal and leapt for his arms. "I figured it out!"

Jonathan dropped the bags and held on to her as she flung herself against him. "You got it?"

"I got it! Room 433!" She grinned up at him, her arms going around his neck. "Ten bucks says that the room has one of these ugly wheel paintings."

"How did you solve it?" His hands went to her backside, and he groaned. "And why aren't you wearing panties?"

She was dressed in nothing but one of his T-shirts. "I'm wearing this because I haven't left your room in the past twenty-four hours," she teased. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bed. "Look, I'll show you."

He sat down on the bed and she crawled in next to him, pulling over the tablet and her notes, showing him her discovery.

"That's incredible," Jonathan murmured, and then turned to look at her, a smile on his face. "You're incredible."

Violet beamed at him, ecstatic. She'd figured this one out on her own. And with him smiling at her, she did feel pretty incredible. At that moment, Violet felt like she could take over the world.

And when his gaze went from smiling at her to down at her mouth, Violet realized he was aroused. Grabbing her bare ass had distracted him, it seemed. And she was feeling rather sexy and empowered herself. She wanted him, and she wanted to be the one in control. 

So, with a wicked expression on her face, Violet leaned in for a kiss. As his mouth met hers, she placed her hand between his legs and stroked the bulge in his pants.

Jonathan groaned, his hand tightening over hers. "What about the room?"

"It can wait," she said, stroking his c**k through his jeans. "It's my turn to be in charge." With a smile, she moved her hand to his chest and gave him a subtle nudge, indicating he should lie back.

Jonathan fell backward onto the bed, his eyes hot as he watched her.

With sure hands, she grabbed the buckle of his belt and undid it, stroking her hand over his c**k every so often to keep him excited. Next were the buttons on his fly, and then she was shoving his jeans down his hips. He lifted them to help her, and she grabbed his boxers next, pulling them down and exposing what she wanted-his cock.

He was erect and ready for her, thick and hard already. Violet gave a little shiver of pleasure at the sight of that and leaned over him. "I've been wanting to do this to you for days."

"Have you?" he whispered, his voice ragged.

"Oh, yes." Her hand slid around the base of him, encircling him with her fingers. She loved the thickness of him, loved the smooth flesh of his cock, the soft skin peppered with raised veins that felt fascinating under her fingers. "That's why it was such torture for me to have my hands bound last night. I wanted to grab this and take it into my mouth."

He groaned.

"But there's nothing stopping me now, is there?" Her voice was breathy with desire. She leaned down and licked the head of him, loving the way his body clenched and tensed as she did. "And it's just as tasty as I thought."

Jonathan said nothing, but his hand went to her hair and wrapped in the strands there, as if needing an anchor.

She liked that. Violet licked him again, and again, using her tongue to bathe the head of his c**k in firm, teasing strokes. She circled the divot in the center with her tongue, lapping up the pr**cum that beaded there. "You're delicious, you know that?"

"Not as delicious as you," he murmured. "I love the taste of you on my tongue."

"Yes, but now it's my turn," she purred. "So don't distract me." And when he started to speak again, she took the head of him fully into her mouth and sucked.

His head fell back on the blankets and he groaned.

Violet made a soft sound of pleasure low in her throat, and with one hand on his shaft, the other moved to his sac and began to massage it as she continued to suck on the head of his cock, rubbing it with the tip of her tongue. She pumped him with one hand, leaning over him, and then began to take him deeper, working him into her mouth with slow, easy motions. She loved teasing him with her lips and tongue, his c**k filling up her mouth and making her stretch to take him in.