Southern Charmed Billionaire (30 page)

The sound of the jets turning on
instantly triggered my arousal, the excitement of what was to come permeating my entire being
.
 

His hands slid over my shoulders and then waved the massag
ing
wand over my
body
. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It felt so nice. The thunder and
lightning
transported me to another dimension
as the
water pressure traveled further below,
getting lower and lower and even lower…
.
 

“Open your legs for me, baby.”
 

Obliging, I spread them open, my nipples instantly hardening as the pressure hit that magic spot. I cried out and grabbed his shoulder.
 

“Close your eyes and breathe
;
relax. Don’t tense your muscles.” He ordered with the gentleness of a
yoga instructor
. I cried out in high moans as the jetted pressure deliciously made me see stars
.
I
t was heaven.
He moved the
jetted head
in
slow
deliberate
circles over my
trembling
clit
, pushing me closer and closer to
that
e
xquisite
edge
. The
rollercoaster ride of pleasure
my body was starting to experience regularly was approaching already.
I opened my eyes and
witnessed
my toes curling. My nipples tightened as I fought to breathe
steadily
against the intense sensation.
 

Controlled and deliberate, he
continued drawing those
slow circles with the pressured jet
, teasing me with sweet agony. I closed my eyes as I surrendered my body
to the will of this demigod
,
moan
ing from the delicious feel of his handiwork.
 

My entire being felt
so delicious, so r
ight, and so
damn
delicate
under his control
.
H
is
lips
latched onto
my
pleading
nipple
s, forcing me to cry out in ecstasy
.
The orgasmic
shooting sensations soared
through me
like a freight train
a
s he
greedily
sucked on them
. His teeth
lightly grazed my
nipple
,
sending ripples of pleasure
that
coupled with the slow and steady pressure
of the soothing jets
right over my spot. Right over it.
 

Eureka!
I was coming and coming, and he was sucking and biting. His suckling was a little hard, but it felt perfect on my nipples, which were hard as pebbles. Pleasure boiled with intensity until I exploded into my final orgasm, which was so explosive I fell into him, using the last of my strength to latch on to his shoulder. He broke away from my nipples and our lips met, giving me a taste of salt from my own
perspiration
.
I moaned into his kiss until I was delect
ably spent.
 

The bathtub
’s
jetted wand dropped into the water
.
I collapsed back into the bath pillow
,
feeling limp. My breath staggered
as I recovered.
I
turned and
caught the look in his eyes
; there were contrasting expressions of hunger and
satisfaction.
 

We lay, encased in the pristine
white curtains that danced with the wind, candles, and our passion.
The entire scene
was the epitome of
tranquil
beauty and sheer relaxation.
 

“I love seeing you brought to
the heights of
pleasure. It pleases me to pleasure you, to see you feeling the absolute most wonderful sensations life has to offer.” His soft voice
kissed the edges of
my ear. “And I want to be the only one
to give this to you
. I don’t want to share you. I want you. Just you.”
 

“But what…I mean, what about that night where, you know, the masks, the room…
?
”
 

“What about it?”
 

“Do you do that
stuff
often?”
 

“Well, I mean, a man has his needs. But you’re all I want now. You’re all I need.”
I didn’t respond, and I figured he could read the doubt in my silence, because he persisted.
His fingers lifted my chin. “Hey, look at me. Why don’t you believe that?”
 

Feeling emotional
and overwhelmed
from the intense orgasm and lavish environment, I felt the faintest of tears fill my eyes. I wanted to believe it. I did. But this scared me. I wanted this to be real
, however I was just as terrified
.
 

“Talk to me.”
 

There we were
,
alone in a private villa in
Bali
, naked in an outside bathtub surrounded by dozens of candles and flowers with the wind, thunder, rain,
and
the constant waves. If any place would bring out
raw honesty,
it would be
here
.
 

“Come here
.
”
H
e cradled me in his arms. I leaned into him, and couldn’t help but to laugh. There was I was in his arms, and there
also
was his penis, hard and erect
, pushing himself
between us like a jealous pet.
 

I’
ll
take care of him
,
I promised telepathically.
 

I leaned against him in the most intimate way
, loving the way
he made me feel safe.
Again, he persisted for a response.
“I want to know what you’re thinking.”
 

I took a breath of courage. “I’ve…
I’ve wanted this to be real for so long, for more than you’
d ever
know.”
 

“This is real.”
He kissed the top of my head.
 

“No
,” I sighed,
then clarified what I meant.
“
I mean, sure
,
our
passion is.”
 

“Kate, I asked you to be my fiancé, remember?”
 

“Of course
… But
we never
spoke
about that
,
s
ince, you know
,
I fled that scene.
But yes, I
read that you asked me to be your fiancé
e
.”
 

“I have the ring. I can ask you right now.”
 

“I just…
I can’t make that commitment
.
I can’t say yes without still feeling this is all sort of a game, an act.”
 

He reached for my hand and
brought it to
his hardness.
 

“This isn’t an act.” He flirted with me.
I smiled, yet maintained my serious position.
 

“I’m serious. It’s a big deal to me, you know? I've had to work hard for every single thing in my life. I've run from my family's shame, priding myself on excellence. And now, just like that—poof—not only did I agree to a very stupid thing
–
 

 pretending to be pregnant
,” I clarified, “B
ut
now I’m
known as a
gold-digging
whore!? An escort
!?
Exactly how
well does that do for selling cupcakes
?
 

“
Cupcakes are fun! Innocent! Moms are not going to take their children to the
W
horehouse
C
upcake
Cafe
.”
 

“Aw
www
, you're not a whore. But you can be mine if you like.” He cradled my head holding me close to his chest.
 

“And you! You can't stop making fun! This isn't a joke!”
 

“I’m not making fun of you, babe. You’re just really cute when you’re worked up.”
His tone was light and soothing. He was doing his best to soothe me, even though I was beyond anxious about it all.
 

“
This just
feels like one big cruel game. I
don’t
wish to just be liked or pursued because your Granddaddy is dying!”
 

There
. The truth.
I said it!
 

“But he likes you.
Really
likes you.”
 

“I'm not going to enter a real relationship with you just because you think it will make someone else happy. I want love for real.”
 

“But we've made love
for real
,” he insisted.
“
That means something.”
 

“You do that all the time at your fancy secret parties.”
 

“No, I don't. It's different. Look, you've pulled out deep wells in me. No one else has ever done that.”
 

“Because of your Brooklyn EP? You feel like you owe me intimacy?”
 

“Well, no. I just can be real with you. Raw. And that to me is what makes a good relationship.”
 

“And what about me?”
 

“What about you? Don't you like this?” His soft tongue twirled over my collarbone and up my neck.
 

I nodded and the faintest of smiles returned on my face
,
spreading wider by the second.
 

“And this...”
H
is husky voice
caressed
my ear
, and he
bit
my earlobe before kissing my lips, engulfing me in passion.
 

“Yes
,
but what about love?”
 

“What about love? You said love.”
 

“I'm a committed man. I don't cheat.”
 

I took a long breath
,
surveying the scene and our conversation.
This
was too heavy. I just couldn’t process it all.
 

“Can you just clear up the rumors please and hold off on all this marriage talk? You're sounding like
T
he
B
achelor and they only have six weeks before they propose.
Insane. It never works.”
 

“Look there is power in my name. Use it. Let's get your bakery up and running. If you end up hating me, well, I won't be like your ex, taking your success away. Let me do this one thing for you. You helped me do something I didn't think I could do.”
 

It was time to clear the air. No more talking…
 

My hand slowly slid down his side and down below as I cupped his balls. Feeling my sensitivity come to life again, I straddled him, his hardness between my tender folds again.
 

His eyes held the look of lust, the look of sex
—
and
the look of something more.
 

“I care for you Kate. And as much as it scares you, I do love you.”
 

I kissed him, ignoring this nonsense. We’d talk about this all later. We had lovemaking to do.
My hands raked his hair as he closed his eyes
,
taking in the pleasure.
 

“I love it when you do that. Don’t stop.”
 

I continued running my fingers along his scalp and I shook my head. He couldn’t see me
, but
I couldn’t believe it. I really couldn’t believe that such a powerful man like him, with such a
n
influential
name and wealth, wanted me. He could have any woman on this planet and for some reason he wanted me.
 

For some reason he found inspiration in
…
me
.
 

I was a confident woman
; I
knew I could turn heads
.
Yet
something about this entire
scenario
was mysteriously intoxicating
.
I wanted to
indulge in
it like fine wine.
 

No rushing a 1934
Haut Brion
like we had at dinner.