Claimed by the Billionaire: Lust #2 Page 2

  My hands went through his hair as he slid me into his lap. My legs coiled around his waist and he moaned against me. It made my entire body break out into goose bumps. He mumbled my name into my hair and I felt as though my brain was turning to mush. We kissed again and I felt his hands — yes, his wonderful, wonderful hands — slide down over my stomach, moving my shirt up just enough so that his fingertips touched against my bare skin. It was electric. I shivered and our lips met again. Deep kisses this time, lovely, warm and sensual. My hands went through his hair, pulling gently, as he moaned into my mouth.

  “Serena…” He moaned again.

  I wanted to beg him for more, I wanted to plead not to move so slowly and to please give me more. I wanted him more than I knew how to put into words. Bradley slid his hands up over my shirt, pulling it off, leaving my bra exposed. His hands started groping my breasts and I moaned. I started to unbutton his shirt and threw it to the floor. His face went in between my breasts and he started kissing them as I quivered. I was moaning his name now, in quiet whispers, like a chant or a prayer.

  With his shirt off, I was able to look at his chest for the first time. He was in amazing shape and clearly worked out. I ran my fingers down his chest. I felt the heat coming off of his chest and pressed myself against him. My breasts flattened against him as he groped me.

  “Bradley…” I breathed as he unclasped my bra.

  His hands traveled over my bare breasts as he leaned down and sucked on my nipples. I moaned his name again. I could feel him hard against me as he sucked on my nipples. This was going too slow. Too slowly for what I wanted and what I needed right now. I moved my hips and started to grind against him. Bradley moaned, louder this time and slid up my skirt. He unzipped his pants while I was still in his lap and pulled out his manhood. He moved my underwear to the side and started to enter me.

  I let out a loud moan as he slid deep inside me. He was so warm and so thick and big. I started to instantly rock on his dick, his hands on my hips and his face in my breasts. He was deep in me. My entire body was shaking, covered in goose bumps while I moved him deep inside him.

  I started bouncing on him. I wanted to take all of him in. I rode him with all the energy that I had. His mouth was on my tits as he moaned my name. I moaned louder and louder and he began to grunt. I could feel him start to shake. He was going to finish, I realized. I wanted him to finish in me. I was on the pill and I wanted to feel him in me.

  “Please…” I begged.

  “Serena…” He moaned, his hands in my hair as he tugged on it hard.

  We were both a sweaty mess now, thrusting, moaning, cursing and rocking together in sync. He tugged on my hair again and I threw my head back as I came. My thighs shook and it felt as though my eyes were going to roll in the back of my head. At the same time, he finished. I felt him shoot inside me, holding me down on his dick as we came together.

  We rocked together until we finished, faster and then slower until we stopped. My hair was stuck to my face, which was sweating, and my breasts heaved with each breath I took. My skirt clung to my thighs. Bradley was breathing heavily, his pants clinging to him, his hair pressed against his forehead.

  “Serena…” He said again, his eyes closed.

  I managed to slide him out of me as I fell onto the other side of the couch, staring up at the mirrors above the living room. I didn’t know what time it was. All I knew was that I was going to fall asleep.

  And I was going to have good dreams.

  It felt as though I was asleep for five minutes before I could hear the alarm go off on my phone. My eyes opened up slowly. My head was aching from drinking and my mouth felt as though I had an entire ball of cotton in it. Bradley was shifting next to me, waking up as well.

  “No way…” I heard him sigh, but I don’t know if it was because we had to get up already or because we had slept together a mere two hours ago.

  I sat up, gripping my head. I was half naked, I realized. I looked over at Bradley who was looking at me.

  “Bradley…” I said, shifting my weight to try to cover up myself.

  “I need to shower.” He said, getting up quickly.

  “Bradley…”

  But he had gone into the other room, towards the bathroom. I slid my shirt on quickly to try to cover up my breasts. I thought about what had happened. Did he regret it? I didn’t regret it. Should I regret it? My head was pounding the more I thought about it. But when I thought about his hands on me and him inside me…

  What if he fired me over this? Not us sleeping together, but the fact that we both had feelings for each other that went beyond the proper worker and boss relationship. He could think that it wasn’t worth all this trouble.

  And where did I expect things to go from here? Did I think we could sleep together, hung over and then wake up and everything would be all normal? I felt like a child. I looked outside at the strip, wringing my hands. After ten minutes, Bradley came out of our room, in a business suit, looking tired.

  “I’m going to go get breakfast. I’m done in the bathroom.” He said.

  “Bradley…” I said to him but he was already out of the hotel room, the door shutting behind him.

  Chapter 4

  I got into the large shower, hoping it would clear my head. Where did we go from here? Where did I go from here? I couldn’t control Bradley or expect him to do things the way I wanted him to do them. I needed to think about myself and do what I could do in this situation. The water was hot and scalded my skin but it helped me try to clear my head, which was still throbbing. I scrubbed myself all over.

  Throughout my life, any time I faced a stressful situation or I was confused about something and felt I had hit a road block, I liked to take an extremely hot shower. When I found out my father was losing his business, I was in the shower for almost an hour. When my husband died from his heart attack, it felt as though I moved into the shower. It cleared my head. When I was in the shower with the water hot, it felt almost like a rebirth. The hot water would cleanse me and make my skin flush a light pink. It would wash off all the confusion, the negativity or the sadness I may have been feeling.

  As the water splashed on me and I was scrubbing myself, I thought about what I needed to do next. Maybe if I had still been in my twenties, I would have waited for him to discuss things with me or make the first move in regards to what we did next. But I was a widow, who had lost everything and had a child of my own now. It wasn’t the time to play blushing schoolgirl games.

  By the time I got out of the shower, I knew I had to talk to Bradley face to face. I dressed myself for the convention and headed out of the room. He was probably already at the convention center. By the time I made it down there, it was close to seven. People were milling around in a thick crowd. I wiggled my way through the crowd and saw Bradley swarmed by tons of people, all trying to shake his hand. Now wouldn’t be a good time. I realized that probably the rest of the day wouldn’t be a good time. I felt impatient but there was nothing I could do. I’d have to put up with the convention until at least the lunch break or till it let out at five.

  I settled in for the day. Bradley didn’t glance over at me the whole time. I sat through boring, endless speeches and lectures on things. None of them were in my field and none of them interested me. I tried to pay attention but my head was pounding and my gut felt tight from feeling anxious about Bradley. I was hung over and also exhausted.

  Lunch time came but Bradley was taken off by some high end business man trying to woo him to design an app for him. He didn’t invite me to eat with them. I ended up having lunch by myself. I missed Greg, I thought, as I ate and watched some families walk by. I couldn’t help but think of the last time I was in Vegas. I was pregnant with Greg, walking among the casinos quickly so the smoke wouldn’t affect me. My husband had gambled and drunk but he had been happy. I had been happy too.

  My throat felt tight as I looked at the casino from the lobby bar, which served food as well. How things h
ad changed since the last time I had been here. It had been in another life, I thought sadly, one that no longer belonged to me. One that I had no place in. My food felt dry in my mouth suddenly and I pushed the plate away. I didn’t feel like going back to the convention. It wasn’t as though Bradley needed me there.

  I was looking at the Bellagio fountains when I should have been in the convention. I didn’t feel like going back to the room. I felt like seeing the strip on my own terms, by myself. There was no fountain show on right now but I didn’t mind. The water was peaceful. I people watched as well. My phone went off in my purse and I looked at it. It was Bradley asking where I was. I didn’t reply and slid the phone back in my purse. I didn’t feel like replying. I turned back to the fountains, watching them and breathing in the air.

  My phone went off again and I looked back down at it. It was Bradley just sending a couple of question marks. I relented and texted him back with You seemed well set up today and frankly it was boring. I pressed send and sighed. It didn’t take long for my phone to buzz back. I read his message: Meet me in the room at 5:30?

  At least I wasn’t going to have to track him down to talk about things. With time to kill until 5:30, I decided I would head back to the room and nap. My head was still pounding and I was exhausted.

  It took me a little bit to get back to the room but flopping down into the giant bed was wonderful. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. It was a deep, dreamless sleep and I didn’t awake until I heard the front door shut. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as Bradley walked into the bedroom.

  “Oh, sorry,” He said, surprised, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

  “No, it’s okay…I can’t believe I slept for so long,” I tried to stifle another yawn, “How was the rest of your day?”

  “Frightfully dull.” Bradley replied, still standing in the doorway as though he didn’t know where to go.

  There was an awkward pause as we both looked at each other, as though both of us was waiting for one of us to speak first. The silence felt heavy and leaden.

  “Listen -” We both said at the same time.

  We fell silent, waiting for the other person to continue. Bradley shifted again and took a step farther in the room.

  Frustrated, I said, “Listen, are you going first or am I?”

  “I should go first.” Bradley said, sitting down at the edge of the bed, as far away as he could get from me, while still being cordial.

  “Fine.” I said, hoping I didn’t have bed head too badly.

  “What we did…last night…it was a mistake, Serena. We shouldn’t have done that. I blame the drinking for lowering our guard…for acting on what we both must have been thinking. But I don’t make a habit of sleeping with my co-workers. And despite our obvious attraction to one another, we know almost nothing about each other. This,” He motioned to the two of us, “Can’t happen.”

  I wished I had talked first. I wish that I could say what I had originally wanted to say to him — that we could make this work, that we obviously are attracted to each other and we could find a way around working together — I could quit, for instance — for us to see if we had something.

  But he didn’t think the same, obviously. He said he didn’t even feel as though he knew me, just that he wanted me physically.

  “Serena?” He said, peering closely at me.

  I shook my head, as if I was trying to clear the thoughts, “No, that sounds perfect. That is exactly what I was thinking.”

  Bradley looked relieved, “Great. That’s great,” He stood up, “I have to go to some boring dinner…you okay for the night?” I nodded numbly and he went on, oblivious, “Okay, Serena. Tomorrow, since we uhm…talked all about this…I can have more for you to help me with.”

  “Yeah, okay.” I forced a smile.

  Bradley looked at me and my heart swooped again at how handsome he was. He looked almost sad. Or was I imagining it? It didn’t matter because soon he was gone. The door shut behind him with a quiet click and as soon as he was gone, I felt my heart drop.

  I had been so sure we had something that was more than a physical connection. I liked listening to him speak and I craved to know more about him. I felt like when we had dinner the other night we had had a real connection. How could he have not sensed it? This whole time it had been physical for him and he had gotten to taste me and now was done with me. I debated quitting. I debated packing up right now and just going back home, to Greg and my own life and to find another job. How could I stay here and work with someone who was my boss, who I knew I had feelings for and he didn’t have any at all? I thought for sure Bradley would have wanted more from me — to see where we could go…

  But he was going through a divorce and my husband was dead. Maybe neither of us were ready for this sort of thing. Maybe I was rushing things. My head felt as though it was spinning. I knew I was over thinking everything. I decided I’d get some dinner and walk around the strip again to clear my head.

  I slid out of bed and pulled out some more comfortable clothes to change into. Walking around Vegas by myself wasn’t the trip I was looking forward to but I told myself I was here on business anyway. I had technically didn’t do any work today and I was lucky Bradley hadn’t scolded me on that. He was still my boss.

  Chapter 5

  I was so lost in my thoughts that as I slipped off my clothes, I didn’t realize Bradley was in the doorway until too late. I jumped and grabbed my shirt to cover myself up with.

  “I didn’t hear you come back!” I exclaimed.

  “I’m sorry! I left my phone on the bed!” He shouted back, his eyes wide, pointing to his phone.

  He kept staring and I snapped, “You can look away!”

  “Sorry, I’m uh…” He turned around, looking back into the living room.

  I stood there with my shirt not on, just covering my breasts, only wearing my underwear. I had seen how he had looked at me just now. He wanted me. The warmth in my thighs was sudden but I tried to ignore it, yanking the shirt on over my head, turning away from him. No, I wasn’t going to be sucked into wanting him again…

  There was a shift and I looked back around. Bradley had turned around, staring at me, looking perfect in his suit.

  “Serena…” He said with a strangled gasp.

  I knew what he wanted but I backed up, “You said…”

  “I know what I said.”

  In two steps, he was over to me, his hands grabbing my waist, his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. He was kissing me again, I realized. I knew I should stop him — he had just told me a mere ten minutes ago we couldn’t do this and we were already back at it like school children. But my need was so deep for him that my resolve crumbled. So did his, by the way he was taking off my shirt and my bra off quickly, moaning and rubbing my breasts.

  “Your meeting…” I gasped as his hands ran over my chest.

  “Don’t care, they can wait.” He whispered.

  I tried not to lose my head, “But what we just…we just…”

  His hands were gliding over my breasts again and he pinched one of my nipples, “It’s wrong. I know.”

  “It is wrong.” I said as his lips went around my nipples and I threw my head back and moaned.

  All discussions stopped after that. We established that it was wrong. That was all we needed to do. I started taking off his suit. It was cumbersome and long to take off and harder to focus on taking it off as his hands slipped into my panties. He slid a finger into my wetness and I sighed, my legs shaking. Gently, he pushed me onto the bed. His tie was half off and he threw it to the floor, along with taking off his shirt.

  “Stay there.” He said to me in a gruff tone and I obeyed.

  Bradley got down on his knees, his fingers trailing along my waist. My whole body was shaking now. He moved his hands up to my panties and slid them down slowly. I felt myself blushing. It had been so long since anyone had…

  He slid a finger in me and I arched my back, m
oaning loudly. Bradley leaned forward and then his mouth was on me. The pleasure spread throughout my body in waves. My hips bucked as he worked on me, my moans growing louder. Bradley was relentless. He didn’t stop and I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop. His fingers pumped in me and his mouth worked on me. Closer, closer…

  “Bradley…” I moaned and rocked my hips.

  I started to orgasm right there and my moans got louder. The pleasure wracked my body and I shook all over. After a full minute of shaking, I stopped and laid there on the bed. My body shook on and off and my breathing was ragged. I closed my eyes for a second until I felt Bradley pull me down to the edge of the bed. He was hard against his boxers. I wiggled down off the bed, in front of him. I slid down to my knees on the floor, looking up at him. He ran his hands through my hair and I slid down his boxers slowly.

  His manhood was thick and large, throbbing with desire. I ran my tongue up and down his length slowly and looked up at him, making eye contact. He murmured my name and I took him in my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and took as much of him as I could in my mouth.

  I rolled my tongue around, glancing up at him occasionally. His eyes were closed and he was moaning. I worked him more and in a few minutes, he was thrusting in my mouth. I took him the best I could until he was moaning my name. He threw his head back and he moaned, shuddering, coming.

  He filled up my mouth and I swallowed as quickly as I could. I finished taking him and looked up at him. Bradley stumbled to the bed and laid there, breathing hard. I slid back up to the bed, lying next to him as well, closing my eyes.

  “We didn’t technically break the rules.” He mumbled in my ear.

  I laughed with my eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his body next to me, “What are we going to do?”

  His phone rang, but he ignored it, “What do you mean?”

  I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I opened my eyes, looking at him, “We agreed it was a bad idea…for us to sleep together. Because we don’t know anything about each other. Because we work together. You still think that?”