Scoring the Billionaire(54)

Georgia laughed and shoved her way under Kline's in-no-way-resistant  arm. "What are you guys up to? We were just about to go eat a little  something and then go on some water slides. Where's Lexi? Does she want  to come with us?"

"Take a breath, Georgie," I teased.

"She's with Quinn Bailey."

"I'm sorry … what?" Kline asked with a laugh. "Your six-year-old daughter  is hanging out with the quarterback of a professional football team?"

Winnie laughed. "Yeah. They actually get along really well. They're on the lazy river with some of the other guys."

"This work trip reeks of bogus reasoning," I said to Georgia as I skewered her with suspicious eyes.

She blushed a little but mostly held strong. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"The whole team is on the lazy river!" I said with a laugh.

She swatted a hand through the air. "Don't worry. All the press and  photo ops for our joint charity venture with the Miss Teen USA pageant  start tomorrow morning."

"It's Miss Teen USA?" I shouted.

Georgia tried to look innocent and failed spectacularly. "I told you that."

I was shaking my head before she even stopped speaking. "No, no you  didn't." The space between my eyes felt like it might explode. "This is a  publicity nightmare."

Then I thought of one of the guys getting a little too comfortable with  one of the contestants and nearly had an aneurysm. "This is a  nightmare's nightmare."

"Wes," Winnie said in an effort to calm me down. I softened my face before turning to her. "I'm okay."

"I want a team meeting tonight," I told Georgia, and my voice was serious enough, she nodded.

Kline just smiled, the bastard, before wrapping his arm around his  wife's waist and pulling her away. "Not to worry, Wes," Georgia called  through a giggle as they got farther away.

Not to worry. Yeah, right.

Winnie sighed. "I guess we're not going to eat now, huh?"

Oh, I was going to eat all right.

I jerked a rough finger to the elevator, and her smile came back.

"In need of tension relief?" she asked hopefully, and just like that,  all the anger receded. Still, I played the part since she liked it so  much.

"Get in the elevator, Win."

The doors pinged just in time. She backed her way in, my hands on her hips, until her back hit the wall and my body hit hers.

"You ready, Lancaster?" she asked teasingly. I smiled and dipped my lips to her ear.

"Always, Winnie Winslow. Always. And do you know why?"

She smiled; I could feel her cheek pull up against mine and her breath hitch right in her throat. "You love me."

"More than your perfect beating heart will ever know."





As the elevator doors shut, Wes's eyes changed from playful to  predatory. My nipples hardened in anticipation as his thick arms caged  me in. We were the only ones in the car, and my ragged breathing sounded  damn near obscene in the small space.

He nuzzled his face into my neck, and with the very tip of his tongue,  licked a warm path to my ear. "Something has been on my mind all day,"  he whispered into my ear.

"What?"

I could feel his smile against my skin. "Wicked hotel sex with a woman named Winnie," he answered.

Our name is Winnie! my vagina shouted in excitement.

"Do you want to hear about it?" His hands moved into my hair, caressing  the strands and turning my neck to the side so he could suck softly at  the base of my neck.         

     



 

"Yes, please," I answered on a quiet moan.

"It starts with a room covered in white. Duvet, sheets, pillows,  everything. All white," he said against my skin. "And Winnie is naked,  in the center of the big, white bed, on all fours. Waiting. Like a  trophy. Prey. Like a pleasure-filled nude. Her skin looks so much darker  against everything around her, and the skin between her thighs is  already slick with arousal."

Holy fucking shit …

"I take off my clothes slowly, meticulously, with my eyes locked on  Winnie, her back arching to stop herself from coming before we even get  started," he described with his lips to my ear. "And she's not the only  one fighting it off. The sight of her perfect tits bouncing below her  with each breath is almost more than I can take."

His hands slid down my arms and then back up again, encouraging goose  bumps to pepper my skin. I couldn't fight my moan, and my head fell back  against the wall of the elevator. At least, I thought we were in an  elevator, but hell, who knew at that point. I couldn't think past  anything besides Wes's sexy-as-fuck words and the incessant throbbing  between my legs.

"When the anticipation is finally too much, I walk to the bed, to  Winnie, taking my time, like a predator savoring his already lost prey.  Torturing the little creature by smelling it hungrily and licking its  skin. Every fucking inch of her perfect, delicious skin. Dipping my head  between her legs, I don't even make an effort to hide that I'm smelling  Winnie's perfect cunt."

God. Who knew the whole prey-predator thing was this hot? Who cared if  it ended with a praying mantis move. Actually, it's the females who eat  the male's head, right? So at least I'm safe.

My hands found their way to his T-shirt, gripping it tightly in a  desperate attempt to find some sort of balance. I feared I might melt  into a million tiny puddles at his feet.

"I suck her hanging tits, rubbing each nipple with the tip of my tongue  until she can't take it anymore, so lost in the numbing sensation that  she needs the bite of my teeth. God," he groaned. "We both feel out of  control. And we'll stay that way as I whisper into her ear and lean over  her from the back, with my hard cock pressed against her cunt.

"Maybe, she doesn't even get my hard cock inside of her. Maybe, I spoil  her rotten, and eat her sweet little pussy for hours. The whole time,  though, Winnie has no idea what she's in for."

Can you get high from words alone? Because I think I'm high.

High as a motherfucking kite …

The elevator dinged our arrival to the twentieth floor where our suite  was located, but at that moment, I wasn't sure if I even knew my name. I  just really fucking hoped it was Winnie.

Wes grabbed my hand and led me out of the elevator and down the hall,  until we were standing in front of the teal grand entrance. This place  cost a fucking lick, but the Billionaire was footing the bill.



Yeah, some things about the money are nice.



He slid the room key into the slot, and our entry was granted with a  flash of green. His hand never left mine as he moved through the  pristine suite, dragging my willing body toward the master bedroom.

The second we walked inside, I knew everything was about to change.

The golden duvet and matching mahogany pillows were gone.

And in their place, white.

All white.

Everywhere white.

"Take off your clothes, Winnie," he demanded. "And get on the bed, on your hands and knees."

I didn't have to think twice, removing my simple sundress, bra, panties,  and sandals with the precision of a professional clothes remover. Not  that that was an actual job, but I knew if it were, I'd be hired on the  spot.

I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees until I was in the center  of the big, white bed, on all fours, with my eyes facing the wall and  Wes at my back.

"Beautiful," he whispered and ran a finger down my spine. "So fucking beautiful."

I could hear him removing his clothes, at the exact pace he had  described, not rushing, not taking his time, but simply removing with  confidence and precision.

The sounds of his shoes slipping off and his boxers softly hitting the  carpeted floor only increased the delicious torture, and my spine curved  of its own accord, pushing my ass and pussy toward him for some relief.         

     



 

And then he was on the bed behind me, naked chest pressed to my back. My  body trembled in response as I felt his thick, hard cock sliding  through my arousal.

"Yes, baby," he whispered into my ear. "Already so wet for me."

"Please, Wes," I begged. "Please, I need to feel you."

He pushed the tip of himself inside of me and then just as quickly  pulled back out. I whimpered, and my back arched from the delicious  torture.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I whispered, delirious with my need for him. "Please. Please. Please. I need to feel you."

"You beg so prettily, sweetheart." His hand reached forward and pulled  my chin back toward him. He licked across my bottom lip and then sucked  it into his mouth at the exact same time he pushed himself deep.

My responding guttural moan echoed inside the spacious room.

"Consider this just a taste of what's to come, sweetheart," he whispered  against my mouth. "Me and you are going to clock a lot of miles on this  bed this week, and you can bet that later tonight, I'm going to feast  on that perfect cunt for hours, Win."

I was lost after that.