Wild Luck (Vegas Billionaire Obsession #2) (8 page)

“Cool. So we’ll watch it together. What is it?”

“It’s a reality series.
The Billionaire Takes a Wife: Las Vegas Edition
.”

It took some energy for me to keep from rolling my eyes. I had seen a few minutes of an episode before. It was what I liked to refer to as dreamy-eyed female TV fodder. And unfortunately, over the past week I had learned more about it than I needed to know in a lifetime. But if I had to sit through it so Leslie could satisfy her need for a fantasy, I was more than happy to oblige.

“Oh that show? It’s cool. I’d love to watch it with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Who wouldn’t want to see the way the other half lives? Or maybe it’s the other two percent.”

“Are you telling me you’ve seen it?”

“Yes. Well, a little bit of one episode during the commercials of a football game. Seemed okay.”

“Oh my God, I
love
that show. Monica thinks I’m crazy for watching it. Okay I feel so much better! Let’s go pack! I’m so excited now. Thanks Drew.”

I nodded and held her hand as we walked to her apartment—all the while, wondering if I should tell her before she found out. The fact that she watched that show meant she would find out eventually.

Drew

I
should have known we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off of each other every waking moment for the next two nights. We had barely gotten into the front door of her place, and were in each other’s arms before she could pack her bags. When we finally got to my place, we were at it again. After some mind-blowing sex, she wanted to take a shower before relaxing to watch her billionaire reality show. I gave her a few towels from my linen closet, pulled out a bathrobe, and led her into my bathroom.

Her jaw dropped.

“How on earth did you luck out with this massive bathroom, and a huge hot tub in the middle of it?”

I smiled. “This was a second bedroom long before I moved in. The tenant before me had it installed a few weeks before he got transferred to some other city.  He even reinforced the flooring. Believe it or not, it was the only unit available when I came to check out the building.”

“That’s great. I think I’d be living in my bathroom if I had one of these.”

“So, no shower, then?”

“No way. I’ll take the hot tub any day. And there’s enough time before my show, so I’m in.”

With the air conditioning on, she stood with a towel, shivering in the doorway. She watched as I turned the water on to fill it up.

“How about a coffee to warm you up in the meantime?”

I stopped in front of her and rubbed her shoulders.

“Mmmm, you’re doing a pretty good job already.”

“I am?”

“Yes. Your body heat feels better than coffee,” she said, holding on tightly as we waited. “Maybe you should join me in there.”

I nodded and raised my eyebrows. I couldn’t say no. I was already hard for her again, and gathered her in my arms as we waited.

“Okay, it’s ready.” I turned the water off and stood beside the tub with my hand outstretched to her. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

“Come on over here. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

By now I was comfortable being naked in front of her, and she enjoyed watching my body. I dropped the towel and stood naked before her, cock at half-mast. Her eyes widened as she stared at my member. I took her hand, pried her fingers from the towel and pulled it off her. With her hand in mine, I helped her into the tub and followed her in. I watched as she stretched out beside me in the water, everything but her head submerged. She looked so comfortable and relaxed.

She sat up and reached for my hand again.

“Care for a massage?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered. “My back could use a nice rub down.”

“I wasn’t talking about your back.”

“Then wh—”

Before I could ask, she wrapped her hand around my cock.

“Oh God,” I moaned, and was as hard as a rock in no time.

She slid her fingers up and down my shaft, and used her thumb to massage the head every time her fingers got close. As she increased the speed and pressure on my shaft, I had to return the favor. I reached over between her legs, squeezing her thigh to spread her apart as I moved my hand to her clit. I flicked on it gently and she hissed her pleasure, squeezing and pumping my cock even harder with her tiny hand.

Her breath left her all at once, in a huge sigh mixed in with a moan.

“This feels so good, Drew.”

She took a shallow breath, and another. Her body relaxed into the water.

“Now, just rest your head on the edge there, and let the jets carry you away. I’ll take good care of you.”

“There are jets?” Suddenly, her interest perked up and she released my cock. “Hot water, massive tub,
and
jets? I think I just ascended.”

“You bet there are jets. Lovely jets full of power and bubbles.”

“Turn them on, please,” she begged. “You know you won’t be able to get me out of here tonight, right? All this room needs it a TV.”

I smiled and shifted in the water to flip the switch on. There was a whirring noise and the magic happened. In a few seconds, the water was churning with heated, tickling bubbles. Leslie leaned back, letting her neck balance on the edge of the tub as the bubbles carried her away. Completely relaxed, she let her arms and legs float free. Every once in a while, her breasts would bounce and float to the surface with a push of bubbles. The cold air would strike her nipples, bringing her back to sudden awareness of her nudity, and she’d cover them with her arms.

“You’re beautiful, Leslie,” I said as I watched. “Never hide those amazing breasts from me.”

She laughed softly and relaxed her arms again. I leaned back across from her. I relaxed and did the same. Our legs and arms floated into one another and every time it did, I would take a moment to caress her. It wasn’t sexual; I just wanted her to be comfortable. This was nice. It was exactly what she needed. Some relaxation—away from the throngs of people who would be back pursuing her as soon as she left my apartment. I wished I could protect her from it.

Her eyes closed and she drifted off. She seemed to be dozing, on the edge of sleep. It was probably the warm sensation of being kept buoyant with pleasant, hot water. She started to writhe in the water. I moved towards her. When her eyes opened, I was sitting beside her, looking down at her delectable body, studying her. I leaned over to kiss her softly.

***

Leslie

“Y
ou’re so peaceful when you sleep,” he whispered to me. I had dozed off a little. It was so relaxing. What woke me up was a feeling of my channel being stretched. Maybe it was a dream.

I blinked a few times, kicked out a leg and shifted in the water. I loved the feeling of being carried.

“Um, thank you.” I smiled softly.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered across my lips, stealing another kiss. He looked down my body, and then up again to my face. I would normally have felt so self-conscious had anyone else done that, but Drew set me at ease. If only he knew how much I needed the ego boost. Maybe he did.

The pressure of water intensified. I definitely felt something between my legs. Instinctively, I planted my feet on the bottom of the tub and sat up.

“Whoa, Leslie,” he said softly, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“That felt weird.”

Drew moved his fingers inside me and I realized it was him making moves on me.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought we could... well, you know. I couldn’t resist touching you.”

“Don’t stop now. It felt really good.”

Bending my knees, I allowed my body to sink beneath the surface again. His fingers stayed within me and now that I knew what it was, I loved it, and gently rocked my hips along his fingers. He had the best ideas, and played my body like a prodigy with his instrument of choice. I was coming to realize it was best to trust him in this department.

I heard him groan at the feeling of my pulsing on his fingers, and he added a third finger. I moaned, giving in completely.

“Yeah, let’s... just take me, Drew.”

I spread my legs and granted him greater access. I could have sworn he growled his agreement, but the roar of the jets made it harder to hear. He continued to play with me as he kissed my lips. With a knee under my back, he gently bounced me up and down. I looked down at my body. My breasts broke the surface with a regular rhythm, and I sucked in a breath at the shock of the cold air on it, alternating with the swirling heat of the water. I was buzzing with a heightened need.

“Drew. Please—please fuck me now,” I finally begged.

Thank God! He removed his knee from my back. Sloshing around, he held me in place and kneeled on the bottom of the tub, aligning himself with my opening. It took no effort; I was well lubricated and he slipped inside. He took it slow. With the water churning around us, the heat of the tub keeping us relaxed, we moved together, like waves, and came apart rhythmically. Then, he did it again. I just breathed. This was the perfect escape.

We continued for some time, and I got to where I needed more friction before I could come. He must have read my mind. He pulled away gently and stood up.

“Come with me, young lady,” he said as he stepped out of the tub and stood on the bath mat.

“Where are we going?”

“Right here,” he answered, holding his hand out to help me step out too. “I’m going to make you come now, and then we can rinse off in the shower.”

I hissed at the sound of it.
God, this man knows how to get me off with just words.
He turned me around and bent me over the side of the tub. His broad hands grasped my hips and my channel clenched with anticipation.

“Oh God,” I groaned when his cock touched my opening. I turned my head to the side to look at him as he entered me. His eyes were closed and there was nothing but pure pleasure all over his face. I arched my back and got on my tiptoes, pushing back onto his hardness as he inched inside. I wanted it so bad.

“Fuck me hard and make me come, Drew,” I pleaded.

He took the instruction to heart and proceeded to slam his cock into me, hard and deep, right to the hilt.

“God. Leslie. You feel. So good. Fuck!” he yelled as he continued his attack.

He placed one hand on the small of my back, and slid the other forward past my hip until he touched my pussy. He strummed on my inflamed clit and I could scream or black out from the feeling—or both. Every cell in my body was on high alert as I felt the climax burst from its reins and spread through me. I think I did scream, because the sound morphed into two voices—Drew and I—as we came one after the other. The feel of the flood of his release in my channel was sublime.

I felt my knees weakening from my orgasm, and Drew held my waist to hold me up. When we recovered after a few minutes, he turned on the shower and pulled me in with him.

“I could just collapse and sleep for twelve hours now,” I muttered as he rubbed soap on my back.

“But you’ll miss your show.”

“Oh yeah, how much time do we have.”

“About twenty minutes. Don’t worry, it’ll be relaxing to watch it on the couch.”

Leslie

I
think I
did
die and go to heaven. We came out of the shower and Drew dried me off, slid the thickest, warmest bathrobe over my shoulders, and walked me over to his couch so I could watch
The Billionaire Takes a Wife: Las Vegas Edition
—or
TBTaWLVE
for short.

We fans would use the acronym on social media when the show was on. It would create quite the buzz on Twitter. Too bad I didn’t have any friends who watched it with me—though that could soon change with Drew. I suspected, though, that he was just being polite. Still, how could I complain.

The show was about to come on and Drew came out of the kitchen—wearing just a towel around his waist—with a tray full of goodies.
Eeeeeeeeep!
It had a bowl or popcorn, a bottle of wine and two glasses.
God, I could so get used to this.

“You’re going to spoil me,” I said, head tilted and feeling so special.

“You deserve it, and so much more,” he said, resting the tray on the table and sitting beside me.

He turned on the TV and passed me the remote so I could find the channel it was on.

“It’s starting!” I yelled, almost bouncing on the couch as the familiar music faded in with the show credits.

It was a special recap episode; it would cover highlights of the last season and announce the name of the billionaire for the coming season. I was even more excited about it as I had missed the finale that night the neighbors had their housewarming.

For a moment, my mind wandered to how they had treated me that night. It wasn’t so much what they said; it was how they both looked at me—like I was nothing; less than nothing. Even though Mindy apologized afterward, I still felt like crap about it. There was some validity in their reaction to me, and all of a sudden, I wanted to look better; dress better; to feel better.

“Everything alright?” I heard Drew ask.

“What? Yes, I’m fine.”

“I don’t get the feeling you really enjoy this show, Leslie.”

“Of course I do. Why do you say that?”

“That look on your face. You look upset, uncomfortable again. And you pulled away when I put my arm around you.”

I didn’t even realize I had done that.

“Sorry, I—I was just remembering something stupid. It’s nothing, I was just a little distracted. Can you pour me some wine? The good parts are coming up.”

I was not going to let a silly memory get in the way of my enjoyment anymore. I quickly put them out of my mind and focused on my show. And it was so good! The best part was their announcement of the billionaire for the upcoming season. It was Max Gorber, the billionaire bachelor from none other than Dallas, Texas.
Oh my God!
My mind went wild with fantasies of interviewing him at work, maybe meeting him at a local gas station, or at a restaurant when Drew and I went out again.