My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (7 page)

A few hours later, I was unpacked and hungry. I quietly made my way into the kitchen. Suddenly feeling guilty that I was going to eat his food. But I did not have a chance to go shopping. I opened the fridge and began to rummage through.

“You're just in time!” He said as he came into the kitchen.

“In time for what?” I said, rather startled.

He just smiled at me and walked over to the entertainment center in the large attached dining and living area of the open kitchen. He took out a vinyl record sleeve and flipped it around like he was Frank Sinatra, very smooth. He was acting very silly and I was giggling like a schoolgirl. He placed the record on the turntable and dropped the needle and then Frank Sinatra came blurring out of the speakers. Then he looked at me and said, “You’re just in time for martini hour, it's a tradition in this house. I ordered takeout, it should be here in half an hour, I hope you're hungry.” He said.

“Martini hour? Count me in…” I said as I walked over to him. He was shaking up some our martinis like a pro. I laughed as he danced around with smooth steps like he was Dean Martin, very suave. This was fun… It was like the adult version of playing dress-up. He poured out two martinis and we drank from them. It was delicious. We were silly and dancing around to Frank, but not together as a couple… We were dancing separately with martinis in hand. I could not stop laughing. This was a side of the motorcycle bad boy that I did not expect to see. It was obvious to me that he was just a young man trapped in an older man's body; he was youthful and silly and I loved it. This would be why he was the eternal bachelor, because he liked his freedom. I doubted Casey allowed him to act this way. I however, not only welcomed it, I enjoyed and encouraged it. This was exactly like me, being silly and our true selves, not worried about judgment. It was perfect.

When dinner arrived, he went about setting the table and laying out the gourmet food from a very fancy restaurant; filet mignon, vegetables, fresh baked bread, and dessert. We sat at the dinner table having a wonderful talk that was laced with flirtation... I was trying to keep it together. I did not want to ruin this with sex. I think he knew that, so he kept his hands off.

After dinner we sat outside in the quiet. We didn't talk. We just enjoyed a comfortable silence. Finally after half an hour he looked at me and said, “We can do this Rosalyn, we can be friends. It's not what I want… I want more from you. But I understand that this is what it needs to be, for now. But when I get back from the shoot, maybe we can talk about this again,” he said as he stood up and walked over to me. I had no words. I was stunned silent. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, and kissed me passionately, but briefly. Then he pulled away from me and said, “Good night beautiful.”

I had goosebumps all over my body. I was in awe of this very moment. It was overwhelming, and I could hardly believe it was happening to me. I smiled and looked up at the LA sky, I had arrived. It was perfect.

The next morning when I woke up he was already gone. There was a note on the counter that read, “Call me if you need me. Have a great stay.”

I took the note and put it beside my bed. For the first time in my entire life I experienced true bliss.

Two weeks passed in his home. I had a lot of fun and I got used to the luxury. But the next day he would be returning, and he would want to talk. That is if he still felt the same. Or maybe he would kick me out, I didn’t know. Not knowing was killing me… but I was also very excited.

ROSALYN

Every morning for the last two weeks I woke up forgetting where I was, then I would look around and remember… I was living in the home of Jackson Lane. A big smile would come over my face and I would sink into the bed and pull the covers up under my chin, curling my toes in excitement. This… was real. I was not dreaming. Just the thought that this was my real life… my reality made me feel very excited. I felt my nipples become hard and erect under my slip, and I felt myself getting wet. This had been the normal reaction to waking up in this home every day. It was fun and different. I was very, very, very grateful to be in this situation. Even if it wasn't under ideal circumstances, I was happy for how this came about. After being on the verge of having to live in a hotel, Jackson saved me by offering me a room in his four-bedroom Hollywood Hills mansion. It was going to be empty anyway, while he was away on business. So in a way, I was doing him a favor by watching over the house, and managing the maids and gardeners. Though I'm sure one of his many assistants could have done the job easily, and had in the past. I just liked believing that I was being useful. However, I think we both knew it was something more. I didn't know exactly what he thought, but I knew that I just liked having him in my life. It made me so happy, plain and simple.

It had been a wild ride since the very day I received an email from the producer interested in my screenplay. I suddenly was living the dream life of having a studio interested in producing my film. I had worked for this all my life, and it was finally happening. After selling it to the Producer for $77,000, I was in the Hollywood club. I didn't think it could get any better than that until the screenplay was pitched to the producing partner of my Hollywood dream crush, Jackson Lane. Not only were they interested in the screenplay, but Jackson himself wanted to take on the lead role. Meeting him was all my teenage dreams come true, but never did I expect that he would flatter me with his compliments on my writing. Him telling me over and over how brilliant a writer I was was the best aphrodisiac that I could ask for. Then after our very first meeting, he took me for a ride on his motorcycle. This notorious bad boy Hollywood bachelor was known for always riding his motorcycle everywhere, sometimes even recklessly. This particular ride had been the ride of my life, and where things of a romantic nature began. Now, after a few sensual experiences, one dramatic crazy episode with his ex-girlfriend, and one search for a home… I found myself living as his roommate. However, tonight he would be coming home.

I jumped out of bed ready to start the day. I didn't know what to do with myself. Should I make dinner and have it waiting for him, a nice home-cooked meal? Or was that too desperate? What if he got home and already ate? What if he got home and wanted me to leave? Or worse, what if he came home with a woman? The paranoid thoughts started to pile up in my mind. I made coffee and a light breakfast and browsed my laptop for a hotel to move into just in case it came to that. Then I occupied my day, and decided to act as though he were not coming home at all. I would not be making dinner, I would not be dressing up and overwhelming myself with any possibilities. I sat outside with my laptop and wrote, just like I had every day. I was focused on projects. Every time I looked at the clock expecting it to be very late, only 20 minutes had gone by. It was the longest day of my life. I often thought I heard the door opening but then no one would be there. I was on edge the entire day, waiting. Finally the sun was setting, a good sign that time had passed and I wasn't living the same hour over and over. I have no idea what time his flight was to arrive, or if it had been delayed, or if he had changed his flight and had to stay for a few more days.

We had kept little contact over the last two weeks and it was very brief. I never thought to ask him his schedule for coming home, because I didn't want to feel like I was his wife expecting him to tell me what time and when he would be where. So I never asked. The hours went on, and I gave up thinking he was coming in tonight. I grabbed a bottle of wine, changed into my long white silk nightgown, and sat in the small sitting area of my bedroom. I didn't want him to think I was waiting up for him sitting in the main living room of the house, especially if he was not alone. I curled up in the chair with a blanket around me and a book in my lap. I turned off all the lights except for the small table lamp next to my chair. I was on my second glass of wine and thoroughly enjoying my book. I laughed out loud at a funny scene that I was reading.

“It's good to hear your laugh again.”

His voice and sudden appearance startled me, but also comforted me at the same time. I felt my whole body come alive and aroused as I looked up from my book to see him leaning against the doorway with his arms across his chest. He looked me up and down, as though I were naked.

“It's good to hear your voice, too.” I said in a whisper. I tried to smile and be friendly, but it came out vulnerable and weak showing exactly how I felt for him. Showing him exactly how much I had missed him. Showing him exactly how much I wanted him right then and there.

The smile faded from his face, and he took on a more serious bedroom look. He said nothing but took steps towards me fast and aggressively. I didn't even think about it, I stood up quickly from the chair and in seconds his lips were pressed against mine and my arms were around his neck. His large hands wrapped around my waist caressing me until they rested on my lower back and he pushed me closer to him. My entire body was pressed against his hard chest and hard stomach, and I thought I would faint from lack of oxygen as we kissed deeply and passionately. No words were needed, we couldn't talk if we wanted to. Our most primal instincts had taken over.

I felt weak as he kissed me and felt my blood rush through my body. I had longed for this moment for so long. I let my hands rub down his shoulders and his arms feeling every muscle in his body. He felt hard and firm. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans as he pressed against me and I sighed as I knew that he would be inside me soon. He picked me up and carried me to my bad, laying me softly on it. I looked into his deep brown eyes; they were full of lust, yet tender and soft at the same time. Jackson looked at me from his towering height and said, “I need you Rosalyn. I've been fighting it, but I can't fight it any longer.”

Then he crawled onto the bed on top of me positioning his body between my thighs and kissed me once more. I wrapped my arms around him pressing my palms down against his strong, firm back, rubbing him up and down as we made out and rolled around on the bed fully clothed. He kissed my neck and down my chest and over my silk nightgown, until he found my erect nipples. He kissed them through the soft silk. Then he continued down my stomach and to my center where he licked and kissed me through the silk. He looked up at me and said, “I want to please you Rosalyn. I want to make you feel good…”

He then pushed the fabric higher and higher over my thighs and to my stomach. Then once again, just as before when we were interrupted, he went down on me. He moaned, eager to please me once more. He licked me slowly and softly, bringing pleasure to my moist center. He pushed his tongue inside of me and out again and then licked in circles all over my wet slit. He moaned and groaned; a sign that told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was. That turned me on even more. He liked doing this. He enjoyed it. It was a turn on for him to please me and that turned me on. His tongue moved over my clitoris where he applied pressure. Then he moved his tongue from side to side, and then would stop and look up at me with those dark eyes that smiled and sparkled. Then he would move his tongue again, side to side all over my clit. I could barely handle it any longer as I wiggled underneath his mouth, knowing that I was on the verge. This was it. What I had wanted for so long was finally happening. Just a thought that I had Jackson Lane between my thighs with his mouth on my wet slit, was enough to make me explode into orgasm. But combined with the actual feelings that were generating between us, chemistry, sexual tension, and of course the physical aspect made me release into a mind numbing orgasm.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jackson… I'm coming… you're making me come!” I yelled and whispered, and yelled again. He moaned and groaned and moved his mouth lower to catch my warm honey and drink it in. My whole body went limp and tingled. I felt extreme bliss and lightheadedness.

“You taste so damn good Rosalyn,” Jackson said. “I love making you come. I love serving you. I want to do this over and over.” He said between licking me slowly and softly, placing kisses on my inner thigh and then again on my wet center.

I moved my head from side to side on the pillow, clenching the sheets in my fists as my body enjoyed the last pulsations of my orgasm. Jackson kissed my stomach, slowly pushing my slip higher and higher exposing my flesh as he went. He moaned as he exposed my breasts and kissed each nipple flicking it with his tongue. I sighed in deep sensual pleasure as he did so. Each sensation was overwhelming because it was coming from him. All my dreams are happening in the same instance. He used his hands to pull my slip off of me, over my head delicately. Now I was completely naked under his clothed body. He smiled a dashing smile; I think he liked being dominant over me as I lay there naked and vulnerable, but he still wore his clothes and was completely in charge.

“What do you want me to do you,” he asked. His question made my eyes open wide, as I processed that he was talking dirty to me.