Wild Luck (Vegas Billionaire Obsession #2) (9 page)

That’s when I remembered Drew was sitting right beside me. His arms were steady over my shoulder as I drooled, ogled, pumped my hands in the air, and I probably gyrated my hips when they showed clips of Max Gorber. I looked over at him. He was smiling, and didn’t seem too uncomfortable. Maybe he didn’t notice. And if he did, he was really being a good sport. I had to think of a way to thank him for being so supportive. Tonight. After the show.

***

Drew

L
eslie was a goddess. After the final credits of her show finished rolling up the screen, she turned off the TV and looked over at me. Without saying a word, she stood up, stepped between my legs and threw the bathrobe to the side. If this was my reward for watching that horribly girly reality series, I would ecstatically watch every episode with her.

She placed her hands on my shoulder and dropped to her knees, never leaving my gaze as she went. Before she could touch the floor, my cock was twitching. Her dark hair framed her face and brought out a playful sparkle in her eyes. Her soft, pink lips were tempting—the bottom one pulled teasingly between her teeth.

I cupped her face with one hand and traced a thumb across her lips. I didn’t think I could ever get used to touching her everywhere.
God I hope she never, ever changes.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Leslie?”

“Maybe,” she answered, eyebrows raised, voice a little shaky. “I’m going to suck you and make you come, Drew.”

I smiled. “That’s not what I meant, honey.”

“No? So you don’t want me to?”

“Oh, that’s not what I meant either, Leslie,” I said quickly.

“So what then?” She was so adorable, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, hands on my knees as she readied herself.

“Let’s just say I would adore spending many more days and nights with you.”

“Awwww,” she exclaimed.

She nodded and lifted her hands to peel away the my. My raging cock had tented the fabric, so I gritted my teeth at the feel of it. The cold air hit it and I groaned in anticipation. Leslie looked longingly up and down the length of my member, as if planning what she would do to it. Finally, she reached one hand up and wrapped her fingers around it at the base.

She slid her hand up and down the shaft, slowly and gently. I groaned and closed my eyes for a second, relishing the feeling of her soft fingertip pressing on the tip. I could come just from her touch. When I opened my eyes she was licking her lips, leaning forward to wrap them around the head. She bobbed her head down, and then back up as she licked the tip again. I hissed and felt my body shudder with pleasure as she continued. She must have been enjoying the reaction she was getting from me—she smiled against my cock and it slipped out of her mouth.

“Don’t stop, baby,” I said with a gravelly voice, lacing my fingers through her hair and pulling her back to resume.

“Drew?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m going to make you come now.”

“Fuck, Leslie, I—Oh God—I love—” whatever I meant to say was instantly forgotten when she seductively stuck out her tongue and licked from my balls right to the tip, and down again. She then took me in her mouth and sucked so hard I could die from pleasure. She tucked down her jaw and slid all the way to the root, bobbing as she took me in her throat.

I rocked my hips quickly now, fucking her face as she sucked and licked. At that point, I probably looked like a teenager getting his first blow job—my head fell back, my eyes probably rolled back in my head, and I wailed so loudly when I came. I looked at her afterward. She was amazing—she lapped up all my release like it was her favorite smoothie, and licked her lips when she was done.

“How was that?” she asked, creeping up onto my lap and laying her head on my chest.

I looked at her. I was still mindless and outside my body, recovering; but I managed to say, “There are no words in the dictionary that would give what you just did to me any justice.”

She seemed to like that. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tucked her head in my neck. I felt her rocking slowly on my lap—she was probably aroused again. That was a beautiful thing, because before too long, I was ready again.

“Do you know what you’re going to do now, Leslie?” I whispered.

“What?”

“First, you’re going to straddle me.”

She turned and positioned her legs on each side of me.

“Yes?”

“And then you’ll sit down on this cock of mine.”

She smile, held on to my shoulders, bit her bottom lip again, and—
Oh God, bless her obedient heart
—she  sank her wet pussy down my shaft.

“Yes?” she leaned forward and moaned in my ear.

“God, Leslie—you’re going to let me suck on your nipples and pinch your ass, while you grind on my cock until you come.”

“Oh God,” she groaned as I whispered it in her ear.

Her hips began to find their rhythm. She rose and fell, breathing out her passion in steamy breaths. She was already close, rubbing her clit against me, pitching forward and back. I used an arm to steady her and ducked into her cleavage, licking and then sucking one nipple at a time as she found her climax. I could feel her as she began to come—the walls of her channel tightened around my cock, massaging it and kick-starting my own release. I could barely hear her yell when she came. I thought the sound of my own climax drowned out her sounds.

She collapsed on my chest and I soaked up the warmth of her body heat. We waited for some energy to return.

“I’m going to take you to bed now, Leslie. We need some sleep.”

She nodded against my neck and I held on to her back to stand up. I picked her up in just the same way she was pressed up against me, and let my cock slip out before taking her to the bedroom. I lowered her gently to the bed and pulled the covers over her before turning to go sleep on the couch.

“Stay with me, Drew,” she called out.

I was sure it was not a good idea to sleep with her in that bed. Neither of us would get any sleep, all things considered.

“I should stay on the couch,” I answered. “You’ll be more comfortable that way.”

“No, I don’t think so,” she said softly. “Stay with me, please Drew?”

“Okay. But we’re going to sleep. I won’t try anything. We both need the rest.”

“Deal,” she said sleepily.

I lifted the covered and slipped in beside her. She turned toward me and smiled. She closed her eyes. Watching her nestle her head in my arm, and close her eyes was the best feeling in the world. I kissed her forehead and lay back to try and rest. I didn’t have to try, after all. I fell right to sleep.

Leslie

I
had just had the best thirty-six hours of my entire life—with Drew. I was reeling. No man had ever treated me the way he did. From where I was standing, he treated me like his princess and worshipped me every hour we were together. He listened to me—I mean really listened. And he thought of doing things for me before I could think of them myself. He was amazing in bed; and on the couch; and in the hot tub; and the kitchen counter.

And even in the back seat of his car. He took me for a walk on Lake Cliff Park lookout after dinner on Thursday night, and I was finally able to live out that teenage fantasy. There I was, a grown woman and I had never done that before. It was hella good, as they say. We steamed those windows right up and I could pat myself on the back—I felt accomplished.

But most of all, he was so kind, accommodating and so sweet.  He made me feel whole and beautiful—and loved. Friday at work was the only time things were a little uncomfortable between us. I stopped by his desk and winked at him—no one but Monica knew about us at the office—and he smiled, but he had the saddest expression in his eyes. I knew it was about the trip to Las Vegas, and I wished he could have come somehow, but I wanted to do this with Monica. There was no room for a man in our girls’ weekend celebration. So I figured I’d make it up to him when I got back in town, and that would have to be enough.

***

O
ur work day finally finished, and Monica and I got ourselves ready for the weekend mini vacation in Vegas.  I had my things from Drew’s place, so we went to her house to get ready for our flight. We were dressed to kill—in slinky dresses and stiletto heels—opting to live it up on my credit cards while I waited for the lottery winnings.

We sat in first class and others boarded. I was enjoying the air up front, and then I had to do a double take. No. This was not happening.

“Monica. Please don’t tell me you told Drew about this flight.”

“I—um—I—Shit. Sorry, hun. He looked so sad when he begged me to give him the deets. He’s fallen hard for you girl.”

“Seriously, Monica? You told him?”

“Sorry honey.”

“You have got to be kidding me. So wait, does he know where we’re staying too?”

“Um—Fuck—I gave him the whole itinerary. I thought you’d like the surprise. I really didn’t know you’d react that way.”

I gave him a confused look, and he nodded as he walked by us and went to the coach seats. What was weird is he nodded at a well-dressed man a few seats ahead of us in first class too. I didn’t have time to pay attention. I was ready to bring the pain to Monica for what she did.

“I’m gonna
kill
you Monica. Like seriously murder your ass,” I whispered after he passed by. “Why’d you do that?”

“I’ll tell you exactly why when we get to Vegas. It’s some good shit.” We had started drinking at her place, and it looked like Monica has sneaked in a few extra glasses. She was pretty tipsy. “You’ll fucking do cartwheels in the hotel lobby when I tell you. In the meantime, who’s the hottie three rows up? He’s been looking back here every few minutes, eying you since we were waiting in the VIP lounge. Do you know him?”

I looked up just as he turned back to look at us.
Holy Fuck!
It was Max Gorber, billionaire bachelor and star of the next season of
The Billionaire Takes a Wife: Las Vegas Edition
. And he’s the guy Drew gave a nod to. Weird.
Shit
! He got out of his seat and walked up to us as we made eye contact.
Oh hell, he’s coming to talk to us!
I thought I’d pee my pants.

“Ladies. How are you both doing? Care to have a drink with me?”

To Be Continued

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