The Billionaire Dating Game: A Romance Novel (29 page)

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. A small still hope quivered in my chest.

“I would have had to track you down every day.” He kissed my forehead lightly, his expression as gravely serious as ever. “… and jump on top of you in every elevator, pantry, or pool I found you in.”

He moved down, kissing my cheek, where tears still lingered.

“I would seduce you over and over again, in office break rooms and in massage parlors. You would never be able to escape my seductions.”

The hope shivering inside of me burst forth into tears of joy. I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, nearly submerging him under the water. He laughed.

“Lisa, for such a smart woman you can be a damn fool at times.”

“Piers—”

“Don’t tell me to wait.”

I shook my head happily.

“Take me,” I said, and wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him close under the water. “Take me now.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Piers’ lips crushed mine. He pressed me back against the edge of the infinity pool, sending rivulets of water splashing back into the darkness. City lights twinkled like stars in the night around us. My legs gripped the sides of his waist, urging him forward.

“God, Lisa,” he moaned, as my hips grazed his stiff cock.

“Please—” I whispered.

It was all I needed to say. There was no need for hesitation anymore. My entire body wanted this,
needed
this. The coil inside me tightened as his hands moved down and then he was there, exposed, his cock pressing hard against my entrance under the warm water.

I moaned, sliding up to position his tip in the right place. His breath caught in his throat and under my hand I felt his heart pounding. The fabric of his shirt was wet and see through, and his muscles bulged as he pulled himself close. I closed my eyes, ready for the first thrust, my legs wrapped around his hips. His hands gripped the curve of my ass.

“Wait,” he said.

There was a pause. My whole body cried out to be filled, and I clenched involuntarily. A whimper rose in my chest as the pause lengthened. I opened one eye.

Piers was floating, a sly grin on his face.

“What are we waiting for?” I rasped into the cool air.

“Nothing. I just wanted to get you back for all those times you did it to me.”

“Oh, you—!”

Then he thrust forward and up, and my gasp turned into a moan of pleasure. His cock slid into me, filling me completely. God, he was so huge, so hard. My hands gripped his shoulders as he leaned in. Dizziness spun my head, and if he had let go of me at that moment I was sure I would drown, just sinking into the water without another thought.

“You were saying?”

I clenched around his cock and his grin turned soft as desire filled his eyes.

“Oh, you’re wicked,” he said, a hint of hoarseness in his voice. He eased back and then rolled his hips into me.

I screamed.

It was the fastest orgasm I’d ever had, and the most intense. There was no time to get ready for it, no time to think. It was not there, and then it was, and I wasn’t prepared at all for the force of the wave that hit me, shivering my nerves in an electric spasm of pleasure.

Clenching and unclenching, I shook as his hard cock stiffened inside of me, rock hard and unyielding. My legs pulled him in even deeper as the climax broke through my body, making all my muscles tense.

“Ohhhhhh!” My scream turned into a moan. “
Ohhhhh
.”

My core squeezed hard, spasming again and again. My head lolled back into Piers’ steady hand. When I finally opened my eyes, he was looking at me with a kind of awe.

“Bloody hell,” Piers whispered. “That felt incredible.”

“Sorry—sorry I came so fast,” I gasped. My pulse was still pounding from the sudden orgasm. “I—I—”

I burst into unstoppable giggles. All of the tension inside of me was gone, replaced by a soft pleasure.

“Oh, God, Piers, I needed that so badly!”

He grinned at me. Water lapped at his chest.

“Glad I could help. Now, before we go setting any more records…”

He shifted inside of me.

“Ohh!” I gasped. I’d thought that he was all the way inside of me, but now he pushed in even further, stretching me. My lips parted as I felt him move into me, lifting me a few inches out of the water. My weight settled back onto him and his hands gripped my thighs, pulling me tight onto his hard cock.

He bit his lip, and I could see the pleasure flash across his eyes, loosening his expression. There was no pretense here, nothing fake or forced. It was just him and me in a pure expression of desire.

“Lisa?”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

It was like the first time he had kissed me outside of the coffeeshop. His lips, hot and hard, seizing mine in a probing intimacy that made me melt. It was different, though, in one way—I knew him now, or at least I thought I did. And I knew what he had been missing from his life. Why he had sung about his empty heart. He was as lost as I was, lost in a sea of people all searching for love and not being able to find it.

Only he had found me.

I had spent so much time searching for my own idea of what Mr. Right was—making my list of wants and needs—that I had forgotten what mattered the most. And here was this man, so funny and smart and handsome, driving me to the edge of insanity with desire. He had seemed so wrong for me from the start. But we had come full circle, and I realized now that I was the one who was wrong. I’d pushed away all of my needs while pretending to be someone I wasn’t. Was it so terrible for me to want to feel secure, protected? Was it so terrible that I went senseless with pleasure when he seared my lips with a kiss?

He was nothing I wanted and everything I needed. And it had taken me this long to realize how much of a fool I’d been to push him away.

Piers eased out and then in, working at a slow rhythm, setting fire to my nerves. I reached out and ran my fingers through his wet hair, pulling him closer into a greedy kiss. My hands molded to his taut arms, his broad shoulders, and his mouth covered mine, taking me into a slow rise of ecstasy with every thrust of his cock into my aching body.

“Yes,” I whispered, as his mouth moved to my neck.

“God, Lisa, you’re so damn perfect.”

He sucked hard at my skin, and I moaned, pushing down and impaling myself onto him. I wanted him inside me, needed to be filled with something only he had. Water splashed between us with each thrust as he began to move faster, his rhythm finding mine as our breaths drew close and quick.

I needed this. Needed him. As I clutched him tight, I lost all of my restraint. I moved like an animal, giving in to my wilder impulses. My fingers dug into his muscles, urging him on. It was a wild need, a primal need, and I groaned hoarsely as his tongue licked me from collarbone to chin.

His cock, impossibly hard, went iron stiff. He braced himself against the edge of the pool, shoving me against the wall with each roll of his hips. I let out cries of pleasure with each roll, giving myself permission to need him. And the wave of fire inside me grew and grew, threatening to spill over and crash me down with a severity that I couldn’t anticipate.

“
Yes
,” I moaned into his neck, my voice disappearing into the dark night around us. This was what I needed, and I wouldn’t push it away.
“Ohhhh. Yes! Yes! OHHHH!”

He drove himself into me, hard rolls over and over again. He slammed the breath from my lips with his thrusts. The fiery wave grew and grew inside me, and even being submerged in water couldn’t quench the flames. I could feel its power menacing, threatening to tear me apart.

I leaned into his arms and closed my eyes. I was on the crest, ready to plunge headlong into the wave of dark ecstasy.

“Lisa
.” His voice was a throaty rasp, low and growling. “I’m—I’m coming—”

Yes.

I don’t know if my voice was working or if my lips said it silently. I was already on my way, in freefall into the rolling wave, and as I pulled Piers close, the ecstasy crashed through me with a deep, resounding shudder.

“Ohhhhhhhhh
,” I moaned. His cock stiffened and hitched. His hips rolled hard against mine, pressing perfectly into that spot where I needed it most. My scream went soundless as bliss stole my breath.

He jerked once, twice into me. There was no space between our bodies, and when he spasmed, I spasmed with him, our moans intertwining.

My body clenched, milking his hard thick cock. I couldn’t stop the hard shudders that ripped through me again and again, the fire that burned through my body. I felt as though I was being engulfed in flame, and there would be nothing left but ash when I opened my eyes. How could I survive such an intense sensation? I couldn’t. I couldn’t.

I was moaning, shivering. The sounds coming from my throat were choked with pleasure. But as the wave died down, the last flames licking through my nerves, I felt his arms around me. His hands, strong and warm and possessive. His chest, pressed to mine, forcing me to breathe as he drew breath.

“Lisa,” he was whispering. “Oh, Lisa, Lisa.”

He held me tight in his arms, his heart beating against mine. And I knew that I was losing myself in more ways than one.

“I’m going to miss you on the show,” Piers said, after he helped me out of the pool.

“You mean you’re going to miss mauling me off camera every chance you get.”

“Really though. I’ve never had so much fun taping a show before. You made it fun.”

“Even though I was competing to get a date with someone else?” I raised an eyebrow.

Piers scoffed.

“Oh, come on. You don’t want to date a billionaire. You never did.”

“Mmm,” I said, letting him press another kiss onto my lips. “I’ll just have to settle for a poor multimillionaire instead.”

“Woe is me. Was that your plan all along?”

“Perhaps it was,” I hedged.

“You seductress, you.”

“Fame beats fortune any day,” I joked. “Even if you don’t have an infinity pool on top of your penthouse roof.”

“Mmm. Maybe I will buy a Ferrari,” Piers murmured. “Can’t let that kid upstage me.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, giving his dick a light squeeze through his wet pants. “You don’t need a Ferrari to impress this girl.”

“We can do a double date sometime with Kate and Dylan,” Piers said, leading me back down the stairs off the roof.

“So you’re sure Kate is going to win?” I asked.

There must have been something in my eyes that made Piers stop before we reached the elevator.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” I said, turning my eyes down.

“You know something I don’t about Kate.”

“Maybe.”

“What is it? Tell me, Lisa.”

“Really, it’s nothing. I swore I wouldn’t tell.”

“Is she in it for the money? She wouldn’t turn down first place for a hundred thousand, would she?”

“Fans would riot, wouldn’t they?”

“Would she?”

I looked up at Piers. He was serious.

“Lisa,” he said. “But if you know something I don’t—”

“I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to get her kicked off the show. Kate’s a good kid.” My heart twisted in my chest.

“And I promise she won’t get kicked off for anything you say. I just want to be prepared for whatever comes up. Lisa, what is it?”

I bit my lip, weighing the decision.

“Trust me,” Piers said softly.

“She has a kid,” I said finally. “She lied to the producers about it.”

Piers’ eyebrows raised slightly.

“A kid? How did we not—”

“It’s her little brother. But not really her brother. He was adopted by Kate’s parents to hide the truth, because she was a teen mom.”

Piers blew a breath out between his teeth.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s… that’s something.”

“Don’t kick her off the show,” I said. “You promised—”

“I won’t. She deserves the win a hell of a lot more than Mia, anyway.”

“Why is Mia even around? She’s— ugh. Never mind. I don’t even care.”

“Don’t ask.” Piers gave a twisted smile. “I couldn’t tell you anyway.”

“Alright. I have to go pack,” I said. “I’ll talk to you later, I guess?”

“When you get a chance, we need to do an interview about why you left the show,” Piers said. I could tell his mind was still on what I’d told him about Kate. I hoped that nothing would come of it. Piers was right—she did deserve the win.

Chapter Thirty-Two

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I looked up from my suitcase. Kate was standing in the doorway, her long blonde ponytail over her shoulder.

“Are you talking to me again?” I said. “That’s good to know.”

Kate closed the door behind her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m packing,” I said, as though it wasn’t obvious enough.

“Why?”

“Because I’m leaving.”

“Leaving?” Her thin, perfectly plucked eyebrows drew together in a knot.

“I’m not going to be sticking around for the finals. My boss called me off the article. I’m not writing about this show anymore.”

“You can’t leave now!”

“While I appreciate your sudden show of support—”

“No, I mean, you can’t. Didn’t you see the first episode?”

“The—no. What first episode?”

“The first episode of this show. The episodes we’re not supposed to be watching. I’ve been watching them all.” Kate thrust her phone at me. The video was paused halfway through playing.

“I don’t want to see how much of a villain the producers are making me out to be,” I said, not taking the phone. “I know it’s not going to be good.”

“Just
watch.
”

I sighed and sat down on the bed. Kate sat next to me. The episode started most of the way through the cooking competition. Then they cut to a one-on-one interview with Dylan and Piers.

“How do you feel about the contestants so far?” Piers asked. I recognized the smooth bored way he went through the questions. He hated doing this, I could tell. He wanted to do something better than a reality show.