Billionaire Novelist 1 : Working for the Billionaire Novelist(6)

I said, "I heard something tapping and I was curious."

"Sometimes I kick my foot while I'm reading." He stepped out of the room, wearing a pair of jogging pants and no shirt. He had a broad chest and a great build, a trail of fair-colored hair running down the middle of his stomach.

"That makes sense." I backed away two steps.

"Tori, did you come up here to seduce me?"

"Is that what Sheri would do?"

"No. It wasn't at all what I had planned."

I took two steps closer to him and cocked my head. I was trying to play it cool, but my heart was pounding, my mouth parched from nerves.

"I'm not Sheri," I said.

"Would you like to come into my room? Once you step through this doorway, everything changes, Tori."

I reached down and tugged nervously at the hem of my nightshirt.

"My bed is cold," I said.

He stepped to the side, waving me into his room. "Then come in and share mine."




 

 

My pulse throbbed in my ears. What was I doing? My voice of reason whispered for me to turn around and maintain my boundaries. I looked at Smith's face, from his all-knowing eyes to his wide, handsome jaw, then I looked down his defined pectoral muscles, his flat, muscular stomach, and to those navy blue sweatpants. The stretchy pants could not hide his secret. He was already erect, a sizable bulge growing for me.

I gulped hard and licked my lips, then I was moving, walking toward him, walking into his room.

I was barely past him, barely through the doorway, and he grabbed me roughly from behind. He sank his lips down on the back of my neck. I sighed and collapsed into him. His hands were everywhere at once, on my br**sts and my h*ps and my legs. His c**k pushed into me as he kissed my neck fiercely, holding me tight.

I twisted around within his arms, turning to face him, taking his mouth against mine. He growled against my lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

We were moving backwards, and I was pushed back against his bed. I closed my eyes and he yanked my panties off. The lights were on, the room bright.

Then he was on me, his jogging pants gone, the head of his c**k against my opening.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring into his golden brown eyes.

He pushed into me, setting off the nerves around my opening like birthday cake sparklers. I moaned and tilted my head back, eyes closed.

He kissed my neck hungrily as he thrust in and out of me, going deeper and ever deeper, until he was completely inside me.

My body moved by instinct, my h*ps rising up to meet his.

He paused, just for a second, and I pushed him off me, onto his back.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I was astride him in a second, guiding that thick, hard c**k back in. He filled me, right where I wanted him. As I rocked back and forth, I pulled my nightshirt off over my head so I was naked.

His gaze traveled over me appreciatively, both of us warm and golden in the light of the bedside lamps.

I felt myself starting to come, almost there. I adjusted my position, getting down on my elbows. My br**sts rubbed against the hot flesh of his chest, and I ground down hard against him, rubbing my cl*t against the firm flesh at the base of his cock.

Moaning and sighing, I came, a wave of orgasmic relief crashing over me.

He grunted and held my face with his hands, locking our mouths together. His c**k tremored inside me and his body tensed, and he was coming too. He groaned like a beast, the pulsing of his orgasm commingling with my tremors.

I smiled, because it was even better than I'd dared hope. Oh, the fun we were going to have.

But then, just as quickly as we'd begun, he pushed me off him. He stood, went into his washroom, and shut the door. The lock clicked.

I lay there, alone on Smith's bed, for ten minutes. I waited for him to emerge, but he didn't. The shower went on. Did he want me to join him in there? 

I found my panties, half-way across the room, and pulled them on, as well as my shirt.

The bathroom door was, as I suspected, locked.

Did this mean I won Round One? Or had I inadvertently done exactly what he wanted me to do?

I walked out of his room and back down to mine, where I locked the door.

It had all happened so fast, and I was satisfied, yet not satisfied. He hadn't even asked about birth control. I had an IUD, which meant I wasn't going to get pregnant, but could he have known? I'd filled out a lot of information and had that physical exam before coming to Vermont. That schemer, he knew everything, didn't he?

Curled up in my own bed, I grinned. Perhaps seducing me had been his plan, but I'd definitely given him something to think about. What wicked thing could I do to him next?

I'd appreciated his exciting slam-bam approach, but that wasn't going to cut it next time. I'd probably have to tie him up to get him to take his time. Tie Smith Wittingham up? I liked the idea of that.