Forgiven (The Dark Billionaire, #9) (2 page)

He didn’t say anything.

She didn’t complain.

He fucked her hard. Very hard. His balls were clapping against her anus and her ass cheeks. Jennifer squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth, but she was breathless. No sound came out. She couldn’t say anything. Then, finally she screamed again: the orgasm was strong, heart shattering. Her whole body jerked and she rolled her eyes as if she was going to pass out.

Bruce cummed again inside of her. She felt him flooding her channel and he collapsed on her chest with a loud moan. The rest of the world didn’t exist anymore and time stopped. Jennifer fell asleep in the middle of this crazy sex club in France.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Everything was just perfect.

W
hen Jennifer opened her eyes, she could immediately tell that she wasn’t in the club anymore. She stared at the ceiling and took a minute to remember where she was. She was back to the yacht in the comfort of her warm bed.

What an incredible night. Jennifer was still breathless just thinking about it. She closed her eyes and tried to remember every detail. It wasn’t difficult actually. Everything was still extremely vivid in her mind. She could even hear the music in the background and smell the wild atmosphere of the club; a mix of sweat, testosterone and sexual desire.

She bit her lip and gently caressed her clit with her right hand. Her left hand reached for her nipple and she tugged at it. She had been completely spoiled beyond her wildest dreams and would never forget. It was one hell of a honeymoon, one that thousands, maybe millions of women even, could only imagine. And there she was, on a yacht, resting after the best experience of her life.

Jennifer patted the bed and looked for Bruce’s hard body, but instead, her hand met the soft flesh of a woman’s breast. What the hell? Jennifer jumped and quickly raised the bed sheets to her face. Who was it?

Jeanne moaned and opened her sleepy eyes. She was wearing one of Jennifer’s night gowns but was still wearing makeup from the previous night.

“Bonjour,” she said. “Aren’t you tired? Why did you wake up so early?”

Jennifer looked at her with wide eyes and blinked several times. Jeanne? What the hell was she doing here, she thought.

“You don’t remember?” Jeanne said, noticing Jen’s reaction.

Jennifer shook her head.

“You fell asleep last night. We couldn’t wake you up, you were stoned. Literally,” Jeanne said with a smile. “Bruce invited me to join and spend the night with you guys.”

Jennifer froze and a horrible thought crossed her mind.

“Did you and Bruce...?” Jen asked, her heart beating like a drum.

“I’ll admit that I thought about it. Your husband is very hot, Jen. You’re damn lucky.”

“But you didn’t do anything, right?” Jen asked again, feeling the blood pounding in her temples.

Jeanne shook her head. “Nothing. I had no idea you guys were that wealthy. It’s my first time on a yacht and I have to say, it’s gorgeous.”

Jen sighed of relief and took her head in her hands. She had imagined the worst. “I’m not rich, Jeanne. Bruce is a businessman in New York; was, actually. He just sold his company.”

“I see... You’re damn lucky, Jen. You have no idea how much I envy you,” Jeanne said. Her tone was still friendly, without any kind of animosity or resentment. But her emotions were obvious.

“I’m not a gold digger, in case you’re wondering,” Jen said defensively.

“I never said that. I know you love him, not his money. I saw it last night. I’m just saying that you have a very enviable situation, but you probably know that already.”

Jennifer nodded and examined Jeanne’s face. She sounded a bit down and discouraged; almost sad or nostalgic.

“Are you okay?” Jen asked.

Jeanne didn’t answer immediately. She looked to the window and swept the air with her hand. “Look at this view. It’s amazing. If only I could wake up every morning like this...”

“Don’t be mistaken. I don’t wake up every morning with this view. It’s just a vacation for us. It’s my first time as well, just like you.”

“How did you end up with a millionaire?”

Bruce wasn’t a millionaire: he was a billionaire, but Jennifer decided not to correct her new friend. It would sound arrogant and wouldn’t make any difference.

“I was his secretary. I struggled a lot, believe me. And things hadn’t been easy for us along the way. Don’t be fooled by the boat.”

Jeanne nodded but she was still skeptical. “Every couple goes through tough times, but I guess it’s still better to struggle with a rich man...”

“Aren’t you happy with Marc?”

Jeanne shrugged and tilted her head from side to side. It wasn’t a “no” but it wasn’t a “yes” either; it was more like “I’m not sure anymore.”

“I thought we were happy until I saw the kind of lifestyle you have,” Jeanne said.

“Come one, Jeanne. Don’t say that. You don’t need all of this to be happy, trust me. Sometimes, it’s way more complicated with Bruce than it would be with a regular guy.”

“I don’t know...”

“You’re beautiful, Jeanne. You have an amazing body and you know how to enjoy your life. That’s all you need.”

“We have a simple life here, Marc and I. That’s why we ended up looking for more excitement in our sexual life.”

“And that’s the beauty of it. I wished I could be adventurous like you. Really.”

“You must have done some crazy things with Bruce as well. Come on, be honest.”

Jennifer thought for a minute.

“Yes, definitely. I’ve hurt him and I almost lost him, several times.”

“Did he hurt you? Is he a good husband?”

“We had our ups and downs, but he’s a great guy. He’s fair and very respectful.”

“How does it feel? To be with a rich and powerful man?”

Jeanne was persistent. She was definitely impressed and curious about Bruce’s status. Jennifer was now used to it, but she remembered the first time she had met her boss and future husband: she had been petrified and dangerously attracted at the same time. She could understand the kind of admiration Jeanne was feeling right now.

“It’s good, I won’t lie. He makes me feel special every day. I learn new things all the time and I go to places that I never knew existed. But like I said...”

Jennifer didn’t know what else to say. She knew that Jeanne felt inferior and didn’t want her to feel bad.

Bruce suddenly opened the door and arrived in the room with a large tray. He was coming with breakfast for the three of them: hot and crispy croissants, bread, butter, jam, fresh strawberries, orange juice and coffee.

Jennifer and Jeanne clapped their hands in excitement.

“Wow, look at that!” Jeanne said.

“You’re the best honey,” Jen said.

Bruce was wearing his boxer shorts and was bare-chested. Jen saw Jeanne glancing at his impressive bulge and she cleared her throat. It wasn’t appropriate and she wanted Bruce to wear something else. At least, he needed to cover his crotch.

“Honey, can you put on some pants please?” Jen said. “It’s very distracting...”

“I don’t mind,” Jeanne said with a smile.

Jennifer felt a pit in her stomach and her guts twisted; jealousy. She recognized the feeling immediately. She liked Jeanne and didn’t mind spending time with her, but she could tell that the French lady had some kind of crush on Bruce. It was obvious.

Jennifer thought about what they had shared the night before and closed her eyes. Yes, it had been incredible and liberating. Yes, she had enjoyed every second of it. But she had also allowed that woman, an expert when it comes to sex, to suck Bruce’s dick. Was it a mistake?

Jennifer was now filled with doubts. She could guess what Jeanne was thinking, looking at Bruce’s abs and firm legs. Any woman would feel the same in the presence of her husband: he was a hunk, extremely nice and rich. Who wouldn’t love him?

Jen glanced at Jeanne and couldn’t decide what to think of her. Was she a threat? An enemy? A danger to her marriage? Or was she an ally? Someone she could trust to bring her sexuality to a whole new level?

It was hard to tell. Jennifer needed to know what Bruce thought about this whole thing. He had certainly enjoyed the double blowjob, but was he thinking of Jeanne as a potential partner?

Bruce joined the girls on the bed and started eating. Jennifer was starving and decided to eat first. She could always get her answers later that day.

“What do you do for a living?” Bruce asked Jeanne.

Jennifer thought that it was strange but amusing. They were going to ask the kind of questions that normal people ask before they sleep together. But in their case, it was the other way around. Technically, they had slept with a perfect stranger and were now getting to know her.

“I’m a school teacher,” Jeanne said with a shy smile.

“Are you serious?” Jennifer said. “But your sexual life... does it interfere with your career?”

“We are just curious,” Bruce said. “We’re not judging you...”

“I know, don’t worry,” Jeanne said. She threw her hair behind her shoulder and took a sip of coffee. “I actually met three couples who had their kids in my class.”

“Three?” Bruce repeated. “And what happened?”

Jennifer was dying to know as well. Jeanne seemed very casual and relaxed about it. No big deal for her apparently.

“Marc and I slept with one couple only”, Jeanne said.

“What happened with the other two?” Bruce asked.

“Oh, nothing. Sometimes it doesn’t happen, that’s it. If there’s no chemistry, we just say ‘hi’ and we move one, you know. Why? You thought I would do it with everybody?”

Bruce and Jennifer raised their hands in the air at the same time.

“Oh no. Of course not,” they both said.

“Because a lot of people have this misconception that we sleep with anything with a pulse,” Jeanne said. “I hope that’s not what you thought about me.”

“Hell no,” Bruce said.

Jennifer shook her head. “Never. I’m really grateful for the experience, actually...”

An uneasy silence followed. Jennifer felt that they were going to talk about the previous night. They couldn’t avoid the subject forever. Not surprisingly, Jeanne started first.

“Did you guys like it last night?” Jeanne said.

Bruce and Jennifer looked at each other. He didn’t say anything and waited for her approval.

“I loved it,” Jennifer said. “It was new and exciting. I really loved it.”

Jennifer and Jeanne both turned to Bruce. He looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. Jennifer knew why. He didn’t want to say what he really thought. He didn’t want to hurt Jen’s feelings.

“What about you, honey?” Jen said.

He looked at Jennifer and bit his lips. Jennifer felt her heart race and started to sweat. He refused to say it.

“Was I good enough for you?” Jeanne said, looking at Bruce intently.

Jennifer’s chest was about to explode. She was dying to know but at the same time, she was afraid to hear it. She didn’t want to hear the truth. She had let him cum in someone else’s mouth and it was hard to accept, now that they weren’t in the heat of the moment.

“Bruce?” Jen said, urging him to answer.

He looked at Jennifer, then at Jeanne and at Jen again. His lips were trembling and his eyes weren’t steady. He was afraid too.

“Did you enjoy my blowjob, Bruce?” Jeanne said.

Finally, he answered. “Yes. I loved it.”

Jennifer’s heart pounded in her chest and in her ears. She wasn’t surprised but it was hard to hear. She had allowed Bruce to have pleasure with another woman and she regretted it.

Jeanne became bolder. “Guys, I watched and helped you all night long but none of you actually took care of me,” she said.

Bruce opened his eyes wide and Jennifer was speechless. It was true: Jeanne hadn’t been taken care of and she probably needed to cum like hell, after so much stimulation.

“What do you mean?” Jennifer said, pretending she didn’t understand.

Jeanne looked at Bruce, locked eyes with him and said, “I want to be fucked. Now.”

J
ennifer felt like she was falling. Her head was spinning out of control and her breath was short. Her ears were ringing and her vision became blurry. She rubbed her eyes and cleared her throat, staring at Bruce.

Was he going to accept? Was he really going to satisfy Jeanne?

Now that they were back to the yacht and in a normal environment, Jennifer didn’t want to share anymore. That night at the sex club was supposed to be a gift, a way to make Bruce trust Jen again. It wasn’t supposed to be the beginning of the end between them.

It was clear: Jennifer would not allow Bruce to sleep with another woman. The blowjob by Jeanne was already a huge sacrifice but Jennifer wasn’t willing to go any further. Now, she was afraid that her husband and the French lady would become greedy and ask for more.

The three of them kept silent. They could hear seagulls outside and the water hitting the yacht. Bruce was panting. He was looking at his cup of coffee but his eyes were empty.

“Bruce? What are you thinking?” Jennifer said. “Do you want to do it?”

He looked up and stared at her. “I don’t want to hurt you, Jen.”

“So you actually want to do it, right?” Jen said, her voice trembling.

Bruce sighed. “I mean... After what we shared, I thought we could be a bit more adventurous. It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you anymore, Jen.”

Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head. “You’re a jerk.”

She stood up and wiped her watery eyes. Once again, she had made a mistake. She was tired of it. Being with Bruce was such an emotional roller coaster. How long would she be able to stand it?

Bruce reached for her wrist but Jennifer jerked her arm and turned around. She couldn’t see him anymore. She felt a hand on her shoulder but didn’t move. It was Jeanne.

“Honey,” the French woman said. “I was just telling you what’s on my mind. I understand if you don’t want it to happen. We don’t need to be mad at each other. It’s not a big deal.”

Jennifer turned around. Her eyes were red and her nostrils flared out in anger. “Nothing’s a big deal for you! You let Marc sleep with other women and you have sex with other men, and it’s not a big deal either. I’m not like you!”