Billionaire In Hiding: The Complete Series (Alpha Billionaire Romance Western Love Story) (84 page)

“Once we have taken care of the framework,
which is kind of the hardest part.” She made a dismissive hand wave. “Filling
in the research will be a piece of cake and we have all night to do that. You
will definitely deserve a reward for coming up with ideas under such pressure.
That’s your answer to what is in it for you.” She grinned, leaving me more
excited and sexually frustrated than I could remember being in the longest
time, or ever.

The very first bullet point wasn’t that
difficult to perfect. Sure, my brain was still fuzzy from looking at her
exposed skin, particularly her breasts that seemed slightly too big for her
lacy bra. But as long as I didn’t look at her, my brain worked. After the
underwear came off, though, things started getting more and more difficult. Her
pussy seemed to have been recently waxed clean, so that I could very easily see
it wet and her nipples harden. While on one hand it was oddly satisfying to
know that she was suffering as much as I was, on the other hand her body’s
physical reactions, particularly her wet pussy, made it impossible for me to
not think about sliding in through what was surely going to be a very smooth
ride.

The hardest part – literally and otherwise
– came after the second bullet point had been perfected. As promised, Aria sat
on top on my glass table and spread her legs wide to put on a show. It was the
sexiest thing I had ever seen, which was a good thing, but I couldn’t do
anything about it for three more bullet points.

“You’re allowed to touch yourself too,”
she said while messaging the insides of her thighs. “You can touch yourself as
you watch; however, you just can’t make yourself come. Only because that’s my
mouth’s job to do soon and that will force you to come up with a good third
point at a faster pace.”

She cupped her entire pussy with her palm,
rubbing it in circular motions and threw her head all the way back. She gasped
lightly. Thoroughly glad to be granted permission to enjoy the show better, I
let my own pants drop to the floor and began rubbing my shaft, watching her.
Her middle finger was rubbing up and down her clitoris, as her other hand was
spreading her pussy open as wide as it went. I rubbed myself faster and faster,
as she was close to making herself come, but then stopped a couple of times for
the fear of exploding. I would much rather that happen inside her tiny little
mouth and all over her face. Then I would make her lick it, I thought and
moaned.

Aria started massaging her breast with one
of her hands and then slowly stuck her middle finger inside her pussy, letting
out an audible gasp. Perhaps afraid of ending the show prematurely, she removed
her finger and licked them seductively, causing me to almost come once again so
I had to stop the rubbing entirely. Instead, I satisfied myself with thinking
that the hardest part was soon going to be over and watched her fuck herself
with her fingers until she came so hard she screamed.

“That was…quite a show,” I said, my dick
pointing straight at her, rock hard.

“It felt as good as it looked,” she said
after a few minutes and then eyed my dick. “We will take care of that shortly.
One more idea, Zayden.”

It took me everything I had to look away from
her and into the notebook. After a few difficult attempts, my brain finally
worked and with great hardships we finally had a suitable third bullet point.

“I am going to fuck your mouth so hard,” I
said longingly as she approached me and kneeled across from me. “You better
brace yourself.”

As soon as she took me in her mouth,
however, I was completely unable to speak. Or think. Or function in any way
other than pulling her head harder and harder on to me and thrusting myself as
deep into her throat as I could. It couldn’t have been longer than a few
minutes when I exploded all over her face. She swallowed whatever was in her
mouth immediately, without my asking.

“Lick whatever you can off your face,” I
said triumphantly when I was able to speak again, feeling relieved and
ecstatic. She did as I said and just watching her was enough to get me excited
again right away.

The fourth bullet point, however, was much
easier to tackle now that I had been satisfied. When it was over, I was
delighted to have the opportunity to finally taste her sweet, wet pussy. Taking
my time to torture her just as she had been torturing me all evening, I started
from her inner thighs and spent an unreasonable amount of time licking them,
while pinching her nipples with my hands. The effect was just as I had desired.
She was so drenched that her drips were beginning to run down her thighs and
into my mouth. She tasted sweet and perfect, it started getting difficult to
not devour her, so I jumped face-first into her pussy and sucked on it as hard
as I could. I licked her clit and fucked her with my tongue. She came even
faster than I had, if that was even possible. She quivered and moaned my name.

Now that we had both been immensely
pleased, the final bullet point took a mere few minutes to perfect and I was
more than glad to feel the insides of her pussy once again. I threw her onto
the sofa, her back facing me, then grabbed her breasts with my hands before
entering her with fierce strength. She felt better than I remembered and I couldn’t
help but move so fast that I was automatically sliding in and out of her pussy.

By the time it was over, both of our
bodies temporarily stopped functioning.

Chapter
8

Aria

Today was the day! Zayden Sinclair was
finally coming to my tiny little apartment to hang out with me and my
roommates. The thought induced some panic of severe magnitude each time it
crossed me. What if he hated it? What if he got super claustrophobic? My entire
apartment, after all, was the size of his living room. Surely it would bother
him more this time around because when he was here last time he had just
hovered around terrorizing Nick. To spend an entire evening here was a
different matter altogether.

As though this wasn’t enough for a source
of crippling stress, this afternoon I was supposed to accompany Nick to
purchase an engagement ring for Stacey. The afternoon after Zayden and I had
excitingly finished my paper, I had found Nick lurking around the living room
all-alone, trying to hide a jewelry magazine underneath some book. He had
jumped a little too comically when he’d seen me gazing and it had taken less
than two seconds for him to blurt.

This afternoon, Stacey was going to be off
buying baking products to bake some of her popular goodies for dinner with
Zayden tonight. I had intentionally piled a long grocery list on to her –
including things she would have to drive far away to get – and begged that she
retrieve those things for me while I prepared the apartment for Zayden.

It was surprising that she bought it,
however, considering there was hardly much to “set up” and I had stayed up all
of last night cleaning up. Luckily Stacey didn’t ask many questions and was off
mid-afternoon. As soon as she was gone Nick knocked on my door. He looked like
he was ready to throw up.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I said sympathetically.
“You need to calm down a little there, Nicholas. If you freak out so much while
buying the ring, how do you suppose you’re going to handle proposing?”

He quietly sat on the edge of my bed,
looking deeply sickened. “I haven’t quite thought that far yet. One step at a
time. It’s the ring first. Just the ring.”

“Nick.” I looked at him incredulously and
even though as Stacey’s best friend, I should have been nothing short of a
complete cheerleader when it came to this looming engagement, I was also Nick’s
friend, so I had to ask, “You’re sure you want to do this, right?”

His eyes widened as though understanding
exactly what I was thinking. “It’s not... I’m not being forced into this
proposal or anything! Stacey has absolutely no idea. It’s just that the other
day – you were around for this –when I mentioned us being married in the
future, her reaction really took me by surprise. She looked shocked at first,
as though this simply hadn’t occurred to her, which was not a good sign. After
you left she started tearing up and seemed so happy...”

“And that gave away that she was ready so
you decide to propose right away?” I asked starting to somewhat tear up.

“Yeah, pretty much. I’ve been ready for
years now. Honestly, a couple of months into us dating I knew where we were
going, that we would obviously get married someday.”

“So did I,” I said and nodded thinking
back to those days. “And everyone else knew, really. You and Stacey were a
match made in heaven, Nick. It’s incredible that you found each other. I can’t
imagine a world where you hadn’t…”

“That’s really sweet, Aria,” Nick said,
looking like he was about to tear up too. It made me a little uncomfortable
because Nick wasn’t exactly an expert at showing his feelings. “It gives me
quite a boost. I am so glad we have you in our life.”

I took his words as my cue to tell him
something that I had been considering over in my mind since I had first run
into him with the magazine and found out what his plans were.

“And I am really glad that I have two of
the most amazing people in the world as my best friends,” I said sweetly. “Who
are now going to be married, which is an incredibly wonderful thought. I can
safely assume I’ll be the maid-of-honor at this wedding since Stacey already
promised me that when we were like fifteen. That’s a role I am looking forward
to fulfill in your lives. There is one role that I can no longer play, Nick,
because you guys are about to start an epic life ahead and you need your
privacy. Don’t even try to deny that! After the proposal I am going to move
out.”

Nick looked disappointed but nodded.
“Stacey is not going to be happy about it. Neither am I.”

“I’m not happy about moving out, Nick!” I
exclaimed, hoping he didn’t think it was because of anything they did. “I love
living with you guys! You’re my second family. And my god, these past few years
have been some of the best of my entire life. You guys are growing up now
though and I have to do the same. I can’t be living with a couple that’s about
to be married.”

“If there is anything I or Stacey can do
for you – in terms of finding a place or beating someone up or anything – you
just have to say the word.”

“I know that. I always knew that, don’t be
silly, Nick. Nothing has changed. I do need your help telling Stacey about this
after the proposal though. I’ll need someone to grab the pillow she will most
definitely throw at me,” she joked.

He bowed as to say ‘at your service.’

“Of course that’s not for a while and I
have this freaking party with Zayden tonight to worry about too,” I said,
suddenly remembering. “When do you plan on doing it anyway?” Then I eyed him
suspiciously and added, “And how do you have so much money for a fancy ring?”

“I want to do it next week on her
birthday. And my grandma gave me the money. She was quite the anarchist back in
the day so her and my grandpa decided to get married without spending a dime –
something about love not needing a show – so there was no ring. Now that she’s
older, she thinks there should have been one so she could pass it on to my
bride. Since she can’t, she’s been insisting on buying it for me.”

“That is so adorable,” I said and smiled.
“Okay, let’s get going, Nick. We don’t know when Stacey will be back and we
need to spend as much time as we can to find the perfect ring. Both Stacey and
your grandma deserve that.”

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By the time Nick and I were back with a
beautiful princess-cut diamond ring that she would definitely adore, Stacey was
already home and in her baking gear.

“Where did you two go?” She raised her
eyebrows. “I thought you were supposed to be setting up the place, Aria.”

“I was! I was scrubbing the floor. Look
how much cleaner it is now,” I said, pointing at the floor which hadn’t been
touched, but she would probably believe me because who can really tell the
difference? “I got super exhausted from doing that so Nick and I went for a
walk…to get some ice-cream.” I must have sounded obvious to anyone in the
world, but Stacey shrugged oblivious, focusing on the batter she was beating
with surprising intensity. “When are you going to start the chicken? I only ask
cause the stove is going to be very hot for the next two hours because of the
oven beneath and I don’t think you cooking over that heat is the best idea.”

She looked at her watch. “We still have
about three and half hours before your boyfriend is supposed to get here.” She
paused and gave me a very amused half-smile. “You’re grinning really hard,
Aria.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said, feeling the sides of
my mouth stretched. “I didn’t realize I was doing that. It’s just that…you
called him my boyfriend.”

Stacey made an “aww” face and said, “If I
wasn’t completely covered in cookie batter I would give you the biggest hug
right now. But more importantly, let’s make the best of our time here. Why
don’t you go get ready – it’s bound to take over an hour since your man is
coming – while the oven is on and then you can make the chicken? I’ll cook
everything else. I already have the rice cooker running. I would do the chicken
too but he has yet to try your cooking and your chicken and sausage curry
really is to die for!”