Body Worship: The Billionaire and the BBW: Body Heat Series Book 3 (3 page)

I
’d marry
her right now without a prenup. That’s the goddamned truth. Because I haven’t gotten hard in
years
, and now I have an erection that could crack concrete.

I felt it twitch to life when I turned on the controls and I could see the pleasure in her beautiful body. Perfect pale skin and luscious curves. Pink-tipped nipples that transformed into hard little nubs. God, I wanted to pull them into my mouth, one at a time, and nibble them softly with my teeth. But touching isn’t part of this. Never has been.

It’s different with her. I could see something I’d never seen before. She was hesitant. Maybe even a little self-conscious, hard as she tried to hide it from me. Something else, too, when I looked deeper into those brown eyes. A hurt, maybe. A pain that was buried deep, just like mine.

I can’t heal what’s wrong with me; maybe there’s still time to heal her.

So I broke my rule.

I sank to the floor with her and placed my hands firmly on her hips. My cock hardened and pressed against my dress pants as I licked the salty sweat from her skin and inhaled the sweet perfume of her pussy. When she trembled against me I pressed my lips against hers with dizzying force and cupped one of her perfect breasts.

After she finishes, she looks up at me with a naughty grin and an adoring gaze and I can’t deny her what she wants. I don’t want to.

I unfasten my pants and shove them down around my thighs, taking my boxer briefs with them. My cock bobs free as she continues to grind her hips onto the vibrating leather.

“Look at my greedy girl,” I say. “Going for number two.” She nods as her eyes roll back into her head. I take my cock in my hand and start with slow lazy strokes. I need to take my time; I’ve waited so long for this, I’m not ready for it to be over yet.

“I want you to come with me,” she says as she reaches out for me. Her delicate fingers curl around my thick cock and I move my hands to her breasts. I knead them and play with her nipples as she pumps away at my cock. Her other hand drops lower and cups my balls, teasing and massaging them with the pads of her fingers.

I need to be closer to her. I inch forward on my knees until my thighs are touching hers. She leans into me and her nipples graze my chest.

“I want you to come all over my pussy.” She strokes me with one hand while the other slides between her legs and spreads her swollen lips. She lifts herself up to give me a better view and she nestles the head of my cock against her labia as she jacks me off. The vibrations from the Sybian spread through me as I relax against her wet warmth.

The strength of my orgasm catches me by surprise. The pleasure peals through my body, surging through my limbs and up my spine before concentrating in my cock and balls. I thought I couldn’t get any more turned on, but I’m wrong, because I feel another surge of heat when thick ropes of my cream mark her pretty pink pussy. I slide my hand between her legs and massage every last drop into her skin.

Her head is resting against my neck and she’s kissing me there. Her hands stroke the muscles along my back and torso. There’s no longer a hum in the air; she must have turned off the Sybian without me noticing. I reach down and tilt up her chin with my finger. It’s hard to read the emotions on her face, but two are plain to see: the relief of satisfaction combined with the pride in a job well done.

“You’re pretty fucking good at that,” I say. She giggles at me.

“You aren’t so bad yourself.” She extends her hands. “Help me up? I think my legs have turned to jelly.”

I help her to her feet and then pull her close to me. She’s still trembling, so I tuck her into my side as we cross the room to our clothes. I can’t keep my hands off her as we get dressed in our post-orgasm haze. I nuzzle against her breasts as I slide on her bra.

“Do you see my panties anywhere?” She shakes out her dress and watches for a little slip of lace to fall free.

“They have to be here somewhere,” I say as I make a show of looking around the floor.

“I guess I’ll just have to do without.” She picks up her dress.

I caress her satin soft skin one more time before she covers it with her dress. I kiss the bottom of her foot as I slide on her shoe and she laughs, and I have the overwhelming urge to discover every other place where she’s ticklish, if only to make her laugh that gorgeous laugh again. We’re both exhausted, sweaty, and happy.

I wish there was somewhere we could relax and talk. I want to know everything about her. I want to know where she grew up, her favorite movie, her best friend’s name, the first boy she dated, and every other detail. I want to memorize everything about her.

A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts and I’m pulled back to reality.

“Shit,” I look at my watch. “I hate to be indelicate, but we need to be out of here in five minutes so they have time to turn the room over for the next client.”

The afterglow is completely gone. She looks like I slapped her across the face. She raises her hand to her brow and stumbles as she reaches for her handbag.

“Of course, I’ll get out of your way. It’s probably better if I leave first so nobody knows we’re together.” She brushes past me and I’m so anxious to hurry after her that I struggle to get my shirt buttoned.

I
’m such a fool
.

I grab my coat, reclaim my cellphone from security, and make it out of the club in record time. I try to play it cool, but there’s a nugget of panic buried in my chest and, before long, I’m practically sprinting for my car. My thoughts run wild as I dodge traffic.

Of course there was no connection there. Of course it was just sex. It was just my imagination working overtime thinking someone like him could fall for someone like me. The billionaire and the curvy flower shop girl. Maybe in some bullshit Hollywood romantic comedy. Not in real life.

The blaring horn shocks me back to reality. I wave my hand and cringe in silent apology while I skirt the yellow taxi and dart across the road.

“Evelyn!”

I hear his voice as I reach for the car door. I close my eyes and tell myself he’s just being polite. Of course he wants to leave things on good terms. He doesn’t want to sully his reputation in this city. I know what he’s doing, and yet I stand there and wait for him, desperate to hear him out.

I feel his hand on the back of my arm, and then he’s beside me. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a little disheveled, and I can tell from his misbuttoned shirt that he got dressed in a hurry. Still, he looks hot as fuck.

“You didn’t have to rush out of there like the place was on fire.” He presses against me and takes my hand from the door handle. “I was hoping we could get a drink.”

“Back in the club?”

“Anywhere.” He gestures up and down the street, at the variety of bars, clubs, and restaurants. “Anywhere you want. Just name the place.”

“Yeah, we’ll just stroll into a local hotspot. It’s not like you’ll be recognized or anything. I’ve always wanted to make the papers.”

The thing is, something to drink
does
sound good, and so does spending more time with him. Problem is, I know any meal with him comes with a side of heartbreak. And I’m just not up for it.

“I wouldn’t mind making the papers with you,” he says and it takes everything I have to stop my heart from melting on the spot.

“I really just better get home.” I wrack my brain for an excuse.
Dig deep, Evie.
“I think I may have left the stove on.”

He chuckles at that. “You’re the first girl to ever use that excuse on me. You must not have a cat you need to get home to feed.”

“I just don’t see any-”

“You can’t just leave,” he says. “I need to see you again.” He reaches in to caress my face but I shake his hand off.

“I’ve heard you have a strict no repeats policy.”

He leans back and gives me a wary look. “You’ve been talking to people at the club.”

“You’re kind of an urban legend.” I shrug my shoulders.

“I did have a no repeats policy. A very strict one, I might add.” He wags his finger at me and breaks into a smile. “But that was before.”

“Before what?”

“Before you.” He tucks a stray tendril behind my ear and leans in to kiss me. I’m utterly helpless to resist him.

“Please . . .” I whisper against his lips.

“I’ll give you anything you ask for. Just name it.” He holds my face in his hands and rubs the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone.

“Please don’t break my heart.”

His grip on me loosens and his eyes drop. “I don’t know what I can promise. I’m a total-”

I shake my head. “I’m not expecting you to fall in love with me. I know that’s not how the world works. But at least treat me kindly and with respect. And when whatever this is passes we’ll move on, each in our separate ways with no hard feelings. Okay?”

He looks at me like he’s a little confused, but he agrees nonetheless. “Okay.” He steps back and removes his cell from his pocket.

“Give me your number and I’ll give you mine. We can meet at my place next time, if that works for you?”

“I’d rather meet here at the club,” I say. “To keep things simple and keep it about sex. I don’t need anyone getting confused and thinking this is some sort of budding relationship.”

“Okay … but what if I want it to be about more than sex.”

“I can’t see that happening. Not now.” I try not to pay attention to the fluttering in my chest. The thought of him wanting more than just sex has it hammering like a runaway train. I push his words aside. “Maybe in time.”

“I don’t like it. But I can accept it. For now.”

“That’s very big of you,” I tease. I lean in and kiss his neck. “I know you have probably haven’t had a lot of practice having your hopes dashed. Not like the rest of us, anyway.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to see you again. Just tell me when you’re free and I’ll clear my schedule.”

“Don’t you have a standing reservation for one of the gallery rooms? Why don’t we use it again next weekend?”

“I don’t think I can wait that long to see you again.”

“You’re laying it on pretty thick. I guess I’m better with my hand than I realized.”

He chuckles. “You have no idea. I need to see you tomorrow.” I lean in and kiss him again, my hands roaming up his torso and down his thighs. I feel the bump of his keys and a soft ball of fabric I instantly recognize. I lean back and arch an eyebrow.

“You’re a very naughty man,” I say.

“You weren’t supposed to find those,” he says sheepishly.

“You can add them to your collection.” I pat his pocket and take a step back. “I’m a little flattered, actually.”

“There’s no collection. This was a one-time theft. And it’s pretty much your fault.”

“Oh really?”

“If you weren’t so damn bewitching, I wouldn’t have to steal something of yours to get me through the week.”

I lean in and kiss his cheek. “See you next weekend, Nash.”