In the Billionaires Club (6 page)

They fell asleep next to each other on a king-sized bed thirty-thousand feet above the ocean. They didn’t wake until the pilot announced that they were preparing to descend.

They had arrived at Venice.

chapter eight

Phillip crawled out of bed and immediately pulled down his sweatpants. Gin stared at his cock, which was half erect. She loved that he was completely shaved, something she had only experienced a few times. It made him look so clean and, well, fuckable was the only word that came to mind.
 

Not paying attention to Gin, Phillip grabbed briefs and started to get dressed. He glanced over at her. “Get up, sleepyhead.” He smiled, which made her melt all over again.

She slid out of bed and was suddenly self-conscious. She wasn’t sure she was ready to have Phillip see her completely naked. The ridiculousness of her thoughts paralyzed her.
I just gave him a blowjob, and I’m nervous about him seeing me naked? Gin, you are a complete idiot.
 

She had been naked on beaches, topless at Mardi Gras, slept with lots of guys, and was pretty much completely comfortable with her naked body, but the stakes just seemed higher, and that made her nervous. To make matters worse, Phillip had been so damn nice since they had gotten together at the Billionaires Club. His obnoxiousness at the Orion was a distant memory. Philip interrupted Gin’s thoughts. “Did you leave a suitcase up front? Want me to get it?”

“No. Sorry, I guess I’m just waking up.” Gin crawled out of bed and pulled her top over her head and set it on the bed, only to see Phillip staring at her. She had seen plenty of guys stare at her tits, and Phillip’s response was so typical that it actually set her at ease.
 

Gin froze after she slid her fingers under her pajama bottoms. It suddenly struck her that she wasn’t shaved like Phillip was. Was that his thing? She had a small patch, but it wasn’t even a landing strip, let alone shaved. Would he hate it?
 

She hated her indecision, so she just pulled her bottoms down and tried to ignore Phillip. She turned and started to gather her underwear and clothes from her suitcase. She glanced up for a moment, and Phillip was staring at her naked body. He smiled as he caught her eye.

“That’s exactly what I was picturing under that dress you had painted on at the Orion.” He winked, and Gin forced a smile, turning her attention back to getting dressed. “Gin.” She jerked her head over and looked at him. He looked at her face and then looked her naked body up and down again. “You are gorgeous.”
 

She whispered a “thank you” as she pulled her panties on and did her best to put her bra on without looking awkward. She finally relaxed when she was dressed. She had a tight top that hugged her body down to her waist which led to a medium-length flowing miniskirt. She remembered Jules whistling at it, saying it was perfect for a walk around Venice—it showed off her figure, while making her look taller.

Phillip was wearing black jeans, a loose white shirt, and black leather loafers. He looked thoroughly European, and Gin laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Phillip asked as he buckled himself in for the landing.

“You look like a native Italian, while I look like a tourist.”

“A beautiful tourist.”

Gin smiled and just enjoyed the moment as the fasten seatbelt light came on.

Phillip had said that they’d walk the Grand Canal, browse some shops, and look at some of the historical buildings and architecture. But first they had to check into the hotel. The drive from the private airport was kind of ugly through concrete and dingy suburban sprawl, but Gin didn’t care. She held Phillip’s hand and rested her head on his shoulder. When the car stopped, he kissed the top of her head, and helped her out of the car.

At check-in, Gin froze over a choice she had planned on making later. The front desk clerk said, “Mr. Rogers. Two non-smoking rooms. View of the Grand Canal.”
Two rooms
. In her heart and soul she knew she didn’t want two rooms. She wanted to share the entire trip at Phillip’s side. She had made that decision while falling asleep on the plane in the arms of a satisfied and happy Phillip.
It just felt right
. But was it too soon to let him know that?

To make matters worse, she had assumed that Phillip would just book a single room. She was realistic. Her first introduction to him was him asking about her not wearing underwear and pretty much staring at her tits. He was a young brash CEO. He invited her to Italy. She had no doubt that he expected her to have sex with him. Until the flight she had actually debated over the best way to say “no” to the anticipated advances.

But he didn’t act that way. He was an odd combination of initial brashness followed by respectful distance. And when you gave him the green light he didn’t hesitate. He didn’t push her to have sex on the plane, but when she went down on him, he didn’t object at all and he then went right to casual nudity the next morning, as if they had been sleeping together for a long time.
 

Now at the hotel it was the same thing. He had booked two rooms, and she had a good idea as to how it would play out if she asked for one—he wouldn’t object, and he would then assume that the weekend would be more about sex than a romantic dinner. He would wait for her to open the door, and then he would charge right through.
 

The truth was that Gin liked Phillip’s odd mixture of alpha male and respect, and the idea that he would turn a romantic weekend into one about sex was actually rather exciting to her. The only thing that bothered her was Vinnie’s comment that Phillip was a conquerer. The thought had been nagging her since they left Oakland, and she wondered if following her own desires would be wrong.
 

If Gin gladly opened the doors for Phillip and he charged through them would he find some new woman? It seemed absurd. She had given him a blowjob on the plane, and here he was booking two rooms. That wasn’t the act of someone who was taking his conquest for granted.

She decided to follow her heart.

“One room,” she blurted out. Phillip looked at her, a slight smile on his face.

“One room?” The front desk clerk asked.

“Yes,” Phillip replied without any hesitation.

“Very well. We have a penthouse suite with a king-sized bed.”

Before the clerk could say anything else, Phillip said, “We’ll take it.”

Gin watched as Phillip pulled out his Amex black card and paid for the room. He tipped the bellman an absurd amount of money to take their bags up so that he and Gin could immediately head out.
 

The hotel was old and majestic and right on the Grand Canal. “Let’s walk first, and then as the sun goes down we can grab a gondola.” Gin nodded, prepared to say yes to anything Phillip recommended.
 

They held hands and walked along various alleyways. Phillip seemed to know every nook and cranny and the various shops and food stalls they contained. They started across an ancient bridge and when they were halfway across Phillip stopped. “This is Rialto Bridge.” He looked wistful. “I think this is the most romantic spot in the world. It’s this old beautiful bridge, kind of beat up but still noble. The Grand Canal is beneath us, with Gondolas taking lovers from one spot to another.” He turned to Gin and put his palm on her cheek. “I’m so glad you are here with me.”

Gin’s heart started to beat faster as Phillip leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It wasn’t the stolen kiss back at the Billionaire’s Club. Hell, they hadn’t even kissed on the plane, and she had given him a blowjob.
 

It was strange, even as they shared intimate moments on a bed in the plane a kiss just didn’t seem to happen. Now the time felt right, and their first real kiss could not have been more special—a Venice kiss, full of romance and potential. She lost track of time as Phillip put his arms around her, and she did the same to him. His soft tongue pressed against her lips, and she gladly opened her mouth, sharing a deep romantic kiss above the Grand Canal in Venice.

Their bodies pulled close, Gin could feel Phillip’s desire pushing against her hip. She closed her lips and lightly sucked on Phillip’s tongue. He smiled, and they pressed their lips together as their hands caressed each other’s back. Phillip’s hand slid down and lightly caressed Gin’s ass before he pulled away.

She looked up at him, breathing heavily. She wanted him. Right there. Badly. He was the single most romantic and sexy man she had ever met in her life. If he had said, “Gin let’s just go back to the hotel and spend the rest of our trip in the room naked,” she gladly would have done it.
 

Instead, he took her hands in his and said, “The restaurant is near Piazzo San Marcos. We’ll need to take a gondola. Are you ready?”

She nodded.
Oh yes. I’m ready for that and a whole lot more.

Gin barely remembered dinner. They shared a bottle—or was it two—of Italian wine and an extraordinary meal. They sat at the Chef’s table, and the chef served them. He was clearly world famous but Gin couldn’t remember his name. While everything was wonderful, she spent the whole meal looking forward to getting back to the hotel room.

As Phillip looked at the wine list for an after dinner liqueur, Gin leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s have dessert back at the hotel room.” Phillip glanced up her, and she gave him what she hoped was a pretty obvious “fuck me” look.

He smiled a mischievous smile and stood up. “Excuse me for a moment, and then we can leave.” As he passed behind Gin’s chair, he turned and gave her a hug from behind, his face buried in her hair. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I can’t wait for dessert.” As he spoke he slid his hand down across the front of her top, caressing her breasts and gently squeezing her nipples.
 

An electric shock of pleasure spread through Gin’s body. Phillip stood up and walked away, leaving her wired with sexual tension.
 

She took a deep breath. She had opened the door, and Phillip wasted no time rushing through.

In the gondola on the way back, they sat on small seat and gave up any pretense of budding innocent romance. Phillip’s hands caressed her tits and slid up between her legs, stroking her through her underwear. Each touch sent a shiver through her. She stroked his cock through his pants. He was rock hard.

They stumbled into their hotel room, a mess of caresses, kisses, hugs, and grasping hands.

chapter nine

Phillip slammed the door a bit too hard behind them and laughed at the resounding boom it made. “Sorry!”
 

“Not to scare you, but that’s not nearly as loud as I am when I have a strong orgasm.”

Phillip grinned and kissed her hard, running his hands over her tits. He pulled away. “Oh, you are going to be waking the whole hotel tonight then.”

“Promises, promises,” Gin replied. She held up her forefinger. “I hate to do this, but I haven’t had a shower since yesterday. I’m going to jump in the bathroom and meet you—” She looked around the room. “—Jesus, this room is huge. Well, wherever the bed is I’ll meet you there.”

Laughing, Phillip replied. “That’s a good idea. I’ll get cleaned up, too. Take your time. We have all night.”

Gin walked into the bathroom. It was as big as her apartment, with a huge marble jetted tub, and a big shower with no shower head. The water looked like it fell from holes in the ceiling. It had marble seats in two corners and glass on three sides.
 

Turning on the shower, she watched as the water fell like soft rain. Gin stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower, the hot water felt wonderful as it both stung and caressed her skin. She washed her hair and rubbed body wash all over. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the smooth feeling as the water slid across her skin, rinsing her off. She ran her hands across her body, enjoying the wet, clean feel.

When her fingers slid across her pubic hair, she smiled with an idea that she thought would surprise Phillip. She jumped out of the shower and grabbed a hotel razor from the sink. Putting one leg up on one of the marble seats, she shaved herself smooth.

The process was incredibly erotic and she was burning with desire when she finished. Running her fingertips down her abdomen to her pussy lips, she loved how it felt so smooth. Gin thought of Phillip’s smooth balls and cock and couldn’t stop herself. She stroked her clit as the water rained down.
 

“That may have been the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.” Gin jerked her eyes open to see Phillip standing on the other side of the steamy shower glass. He was completely naked. He opened the shower door and walked in, closing it behind him. His cock was as hard as steel.

“I thought—” Gin didn’t know quite what to say, but it didn’t matter. Phillip passed his finger against her lips.
 

“I need a closer look.” Gin shivered in anticipation as Phillip lightly kissed her lips, her chin, and then each nipple. He paused to suck her nipples for a bit, which made her lean her head back in pleasure. His deliciously soft tongue slid down the front of her body until Phillip was kneeling in front of her.
 

He kissed her right above her clit, where moments before she had a small patch of hair. The skin was extra sensitive, and when Phillip slid his tongue out and licked her right where she had just shaved, she let out an “Mmmmm.”

His tongue slid down with a long lick along her pussy, sliding between her lips. He licked up and down, each stroke building up the pleasure between Gin’s legs. She spread her legs a bit, and Phillip reached around with his hands and started to caress her ass as he shoved his tongue further into her pussy.
 

Moving his head up, Phillip gave a slight tug with his lips and Gin felt him suck on her clit. The pleasure was extraordinary, with his hands on her ass, his head between her legs, the hot water flowing down on them, and his tongue flicking against her clit while his lips would suck every so often.