My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (3 page)

A few hours later I found myself in a situation that I was not expecting. I had spent hours just talking and flirting with Jackson. We didn't have sex. He didn't even make a move, other than being his charming and flirtatious self. The hours went by fast as we ate sandwiches that he had made and mostly talked about me. It was interesting that this egotistical male bad boy was not spewing words about himself and being arrogant, as I thought he would. Instead, he just watched me closely as I talked and talked. I didn't know what was happening, but it wasn't good… because it felt too good. Then it was time. No, not time to go to bed with him. He was telling me that he would take me back to my car. What a gentleman. Half of me was relieved that I pulled through this without jumping on him, the other half of me was disappointed that he didn't jump on me. It was all for the best though, I had to keep telling myself.

A few minutes later we were back on the bike, as it vibrated under me. I had to keep it together this time. I couldn't explode into orgasm every time I got on his bike and wrapped my body around him. It wouldn't be ok, I would eventually be caught. He rode down the winding roads of the Hollywood hills. It was late and quiet. Then he did something that scared and thrilled me. He yelled at me, "watch this!"

I barely heard him with the loud roaring of the bike and the wind roaring by my ears under my helmet. Then he shut the headlight off his bike. Then he turned the engine off, and it was quiet and the bike in neutral rolled down the hill. I squealed half frightened and half delighted. It felt like we were floating. But it was very, very dangerous. This was the daredevil I had read about. This was the extreme man who lived life like there was no tomorrow, and was full of danger. This was intense, and insane. He yelled out, "Woohoo!"

I just held on tight not knowing what to think, thinking that we would die at any second. But we got through it, something told me he did this often and knew what he was doing. He turned the light back on and hit the ignition and we were off once more. I was trembling with excitement and fear; it was an intoxicating combination. Soon we were back at my car. He took my helmet off of me and placed it in the storage area of the bike. "Well Rosalyn, that was fun. I enjoyed it. You are one-of-a-kind. Let me get your number and I will let you know when we can start working on the character.” He said as he took out his phone.

I swallowed hard, Jackson Lane was asking me for my phone number. It was almost too much to handle. I gave him my number and he called it so that I had his number on my phone. Then he gave me a long lingering hug good night. I instinctively tilted my head back as though begging for a kiss, it wasn't me, it was my body betraying me once more. He just held me tighter and then let go. "I'll call you babe," he said as he rode off on his beast of a motorcycle.

I sat in my car, and stared ahead and silence. I didn't turn it on, I didn't move. I just couldn't fathom what had happened today. I went from having a meeting with my dream Hollywood crush, to being at his house, and of course riding on his famous motorcycle. Was I dreaming? If I woke up right now, it would make no sense to me. This just didn't happen to girls like me. This happened to models, and gorgeous actresses, not a nerdy writer like me. I did consider myself attractive, but never Hollywood attractive. I didn't have movie star good looks, I was normal. I was finally able to snap out of my happiness haze and drive myself home. I too was staying in the Hollywood Hills, but not in a mansion like Jackson. I was in a small apartment but only a mile or two away from his home, now that I knew where it was.

That night, I settled into bed. I was ready to masturbate myself to sleep releasing all the sexual tension I felt all day. Then my phone beeped. I grabbed it and saw a text message that read, 'I had a great time today. Can't wait to work with you. Good night.'

I sat up quickly in bed. I couldn't believe it! It was a text message from Jackson, no doubt he was getting ready for bed and he thought about me. I could not wipe away the giant grin on my face. My heart swelled with joy. I didn't bother to respond, best to play coy I thought. I couldn't believe that this was my life right in this moment. It was very magical, and yet it was nothing compared to what was to come.

"So when will we have all of the contracts signed?” I asked my producer, Dan over the phone the very next day. I was anxious to work with Jackson, and basically play house at his mansion.

"All done by the end of the week,” Dan said over the phone.

"Great keep me posted. I am so excited.” I said is I hung up the phone. The next few days waiting for the contracts to be signed were excruciating. I checked my phone constantly. Checking my email and my voicemail to see if the contracts were done. And of course for any text messages from my new leading man. I knew I wasn't supposed to get involved, but my heart had other plans.

Finally, the day cane. I received an email with a copy of all the documents and contracts signed. I sighed in relief. This was proof that it was all really happening. Everything was set in motion, there was no turning back. All my hard work had come to this. I was excited to get my work out there, and for the world to be entertained by my story. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about working side-by-side with Jackson. I had dreamed of it so long, that I only thought of it as a dream and not reality. Now I just had to wait.

Then, it came. On a Sunday afternoon I was being lazy around my apartment when my phone went off. The caller ID read Jackson Lane. I jumped up and down and then calmly answered it, "hello?"

"Hey babe it's Jackson. You got time to work on the script today?” He asked casually over the phone, in a voice that can only be described as his bedroom voice.

"Yeah I can do that,” I said trying to sound casual as though I wasn't super excited to see him.

"Great can you be at my house around four?” He asked.

"Yeah I'll see you then,” I said, trying to keep my answers short because I was afraid that my voice would crack I was so nervous.

"Great babe see in a few,” he said as he hung up the line. I ran to my closet, picked out an outfit and began the long process of taking a hot bath, shaving, and scrubbing my body. I was doing all the things that one did before sex. I knew it was going to happen. I couldn't hold out any longer.

JACKSON LANE

When Rosalyn arrived at my house, I couldn't help but to look at her up-and-down. She was in a soft pink satin slip dress. Sort of like the dresses from the grunge days, very cool, hip and trendy. It worked well on her. As she entered my house and took off her long coat, her curves became very apparent to me through her dress. It was as if she was wearing nothing. I could see her full hips, her hourglass figure, her thighs… I wanted to be between those thighs.

I had to concentrate though, I really did want to work on the script with her. I wanted to know her thoughts and what she was thinking when she wrote the character. I wanted to get it right. I wanted to make a really great fucking movie. It would be good for my career, but I also wanted to impress her. I wanted to do her character justice. I wanted her to be proud of me, because it was a brilliant piece of fucking writing.

"Hey babe, I'm so glad you could come,” I said as I put her coat away. "Want a drink?” I asked.

"Yes, Tequila Silver on the rocks with lime,” she said.

I arched my eyebrows at her stiff drink request. But… It was kind of badass. "That sounds good. I'll have the same. I cleared off the table over there for us to work,” I said is I pointed at the long dining room table made of dark, solid oak.

She set up on the table pulling out her laptop and her script notes while I made us drinks, very stiff drinks.

"I am serious about this Rosalyn, you did some great work here. I want to know what your vision is. I know the director will have his own vision, but I want to stay as close to the character that you wrote as possible. Start from the beginning tell me everything…” I said is I put the drink in front of her.

I saw her face glow at the fact that I was actually interested in the character. It was refreshing to be in the same room with the woman that I was attracted to, but I also wanted to impress her work-wise. I valued her input. So we sat down and talked over the character and script for three hours. It went by very fast. It was distracting to watch her cross and uncross her legs underneath that pink, satin dress, but I had to keep focused. Even though I could feel my cock getting harder and harder with each passing hour. Soon I felt the straining against my jeans, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed some release. I casually put my hand on my thigh, right on top of my cock. I saw her eyes go down my body and to my thigh and then back up at me. She was giving me the green light. I knew that look; she was giving me ‘fuck me; eyes.

"Rosalyn, I'm trying to be a gentleman. I can't take it anymore," I whispered as I moved in closer and pressed my lips against hers. She moaned in delight. Her arms went up around my neck and her fingers went into my long hair. This was going to happen, it was beyond both of us. We were like animals now primal and giving into our natural instincts.

I scooped her up into my arms and picked her up easily off of the chair. She weighed nothing, I liked that. I liked having her small frame in my arms, it made me feel like more of a man. It was much better than being with the overly tall and skinny models I was used to.

"Oh Jackson ...yes kiss me please. I want you so badly," she whispered between kisses as I carried her to the sofa.

I laid her down gently, and kissed her mouth down her neck over the mounds of her breasts and her erect nipples. I kissed every inch intimately and thoroughly all the way down until I was at her thighs and pushed the satin of her dress up her thighs. I needed to taste her right now. I pushed her panties aside with my long fingers and stuck my tongue inside of her. She moaned and arched her back. She pushed herself further into my face, she was horny. I wanted to give her the best head of her life. I licked her slowly and thoroughly. I moved my tongue in and out of her, shallowly penetrating her. She wiggled under me. I licked her up and down, her wet center becoming wetter and wetter. Her fists grabbed the sheets and twisted them in her clutching hands. I moaned and groaned as I tasted her and licked her. She opened her thighs wider and wider. I grabbed the crotch of her panties and yanked on them tearing them off of her body. She gasped at my motion. She’d probably never been with someone as aggressive as me, but I took what I wanted when I wanted it. I wanted to see her full naked body. Then I was ready, to push my cock inside of her. I was so hard I thought I would explode. I couldn't wait any longer. But first I would make her come, I wanted her very wet in order to take in all of me. I knew my cock was long and fat so the wetter… the better.

I moved my tongue up over her clitoris and flicked at it from side to side. She yelled out, "yes! Don't stop, please! I'm almost there! I'm almost there..."

Her words were encouraging, of course she was almost there. I was skilled and I knew what I was doing. I pressed my tongue on her clitoris faster and faster and then she squirmed under me and her thighs wrapped around my head as she let out a scream. Her body shook in spasms. She was coming. "I'm coming… I'm coming…" she whispered so faintly I thought she was about to pass out.

I licked up her honey, tasting her... wanting her. This was the first time I had been with somebody so brilliant. It was so different than the bitches I was used to. I actually cared what she thought about me, and that was new for me. I usually didn't give a fuck. This was new territory for me, the notorious bad boy suddenly had a heart.

"I want you Rosalyn. I want to fuck you so bad. From the first moment I saw you I wanted to fuck you. I've been trying to hold back but I can't anymore. Can I? Will you let me?" I said as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants exposing my hard cock to her.

ROSALYN

I knew this was going to happen before I came over to Jackson's house, but I didn't expect it to be so damn good. We talked for hours about the character of the script, and it was something unique that happened. We managed to be flirty but also get a lot of work done. It felt good. I felt safe. Jackson really did want to work on the character and understand it exactly how I’d written it. It was very validating to have a big movie star interested in my process. It only turned me on even more. Then it happened. It happened almost as if I had dreamed it.

"Rosalyn, I'm trying to be a gentleman. I can't take it anymore," He whispered and kissed me. His words were exactly what I wanted to hear. Maybe it was exactly what he told every woman, but I didn't care. Right now in the moment he was telling me this, and that is all that mattered. I moaned in delight and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pushed my fingers through his long hair, I have been wanting to do that ever since I was a teenager. Just to touch it.