ROMANCE: Billionaire Romance: Tantalizing Temptation (New Adult, Short Stories, Billionaire Romance, Contemporary BBW Romance) (5 page)

The two chatted about nothing for a few minutes before hanging up. A feeling of lonesomeness came over Brenda again, and she looked at her surroundings and wondered what to do. An idle mind was indeed the devil’s workshop; Brenda looked at the escort sites that Paul had sent. Lust formed in her belly, traveling outward. She didn’t want any of those guys, but she wanted
something
. She went through the contact list in her phone and paused when she got to a name that sent shivers down her spine.

She placed her finger over the contact and wondered whether to press dial or not. She knew the number by heart but had promised herself she will never call it again. She threw the phone aside and replaced it with the television remote. She flipped through the various TV channels, but she couldn’t find anything interesting to watch. Her mind was still fixated on her phone, and she thought of the number and the one who owned it. She remembered their last meeting and she felt even more nervous, and even more excited. That had been the best sex she’d ever had.

Brenda got to her feet and walked upstairs; she pulled open her dresser drawer and took out her favorite toy. She held it in midair and stroked it gently before saying out loud, “I need the real thing today, a dildo can only do so much.” She placed it back in the drawer and walked over to the kitchen. Her mind could only think of one thing, and nothing else made sense to her. She tried to lean on the guilt that she always felt after engaging with him but all she could do was focus on the satisfying feeling that came after.

Besides, Paul wanted her to have a sexual companion in his absence. This, she reasoned, was the best of all options. Satisfaction for all parties.

Resolved, she walked back to the living room and picked up her phone. The number was still on the screen and she dialed it immediately. She listened to the beeping tone of the ring—it rang so much more slowly than the thudding of her heart. She almost thought he wouldn’t pick up, but then a voice came on the line.

“Hello,” he said calmly.

Brenda’s nerves were going crazy.

“Hi,” she replied, and she frantically wondered what to say next.  She placed her left hand on the dining chair and tried to balance her weight. She all of a sudden felt faint. She was talking to him. To
him
.

But there was silence on the other end. He was waiting for her to say more.

“How have you been?” she asked.

“I have been okay.”

The awkward silence that followed between the two of them was tormenting.

“Do you want to come over?” she blurted.

“Sure.”

“I live in Wild Horse Estates now.” She gave him her address. “How long will it take you to get here?”

The excitement that she suddenly felt made her pace up and down the room, and her limbs all of a sudden felt stronger. She couldn’t believe she was going through with this. Ryan wasn’t from the escort sites, but she was doing what Paul wanted, finding someone to satisfy her.

“About fifteen minutes,” he answered.

“Okay,” Brenda said. “I’m waiting on you.”

“Cool.”

She hung up the phone and rushed over to the bathroom. She stripped naked and hopped into the shower to have a quick bath. The warm water that hit her skin only made her more excited as the sweet ache in between her legs begged for attention. She directed her hand down and rubbed the top of her clit in preparation. She let out a loud longing moan as she thought of Paul. Then she thought of Ryan, and her pleasure escalated. When she thought of the two of them together, sharing her, she nearly came at once.

Brenda stepped out of the shower and walked over to the bedroom. She rummaged through her dresser drawer and pulled out a matching bra and panty set.

The door bell announced that Ryan had arrived and she threw on a silk robe. She spritzed her favorite perfume between her breasts before going downstairs and opening the door.

Her gaze settled on the tall slender Adonis look-alike. Ryan was always a sight for sore eyes. He had on his usual charming smile, and Brenda could tell that he was already undressing her with his eyes.

“Come on in,” she said and stood aside. She drank in his slender athletic body and could not wait to place her hand over his six pack.

“Nice place,” he said. “Your boyfriend put you up here?”

Brenda felt her face turn red. “My fiancé, actually.”

Ryan whistled low. “He must be loaded.”

Brenda didn’t say anything.

“So where is he, then?” Ryan asked.

“Paris. He works a lot.”

Ryan smiled again, this time looking less charming, and more predatory. It excited Brenda even more.

“Can I offer you something to drink?” she asked as they walked over to the living room.

Ryan trailed closely behind her and placed both his hands on her tiny waist. “I love watching your round ass move as you walk,” he murmured, pulling her closer so her back and behind were pressed firmly against his front. He placed his hand on one of her breasts while his other hand travelled down beneath the folds of her robe.

Brenda closed her eyes. It felt so good—she knew it would, because it always had with Ryan. But what would Paul think? She pushed thoughts of Paul aside. He’d told her to do this, he’d wanted her to be with someone.

“Did you, ah, want something to drink?” she prompted him again, gesturing wildly at the wet bar.

“I think I will drink you,” he whispered in her ear.

Brenda turned on her heel and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders; she combed her hand through his dirty blonde hair before stepping on her tiptoes and raising her mouth to his. She loved the feel of his body as he pulled her closer and ran his hand over her back and cupped her behind.

With a growl, he stepped away from her. He took off his black tee-shirt that had graffiti on it and pulled it over his head. He then pulled her closer and untied on the silky ribbon holding her robe together.

“My favorite color,” he said when he saw the royal blue underwear that she had on. He ran his tongue over his lower lip deliciously and pulled her closer. He locked her in a tight embrace and let the bath robe drop down to her feet.

“I missed you,” she let out in a dreamy voice that was accompanied with a longing moan.

“How much?”

“From here to forever,” Brenda whispered and placed both her hands on his shoulders before massaging them in a circular motion on his neck. He lifted her up in one swoop and had her legs firmly fixed on his waist and headed straight for the sofa.

He placed her gently on it with her back to it before taking off his pants and climbing on top of her. The hunger and longing between them was nothing short of intense. It had been so long since she’d been with him, it was better than a dream that he was here, that she wasn’t cheating on Paul.

Ryan stripped her out of the matching underwear in a split second and his tongue started exploring her breasts. He plucked one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, sucking gently. Brenda moaned, squeezing him closer with her legs.

“You’ve never needed much foreplay with me, have you?” he said, reaching between her legs with his hand.

She shook her head. Just the sight of him had made her wet, and now that they were kissing and rubbing skin on skin, she didn’t need anything else. The room was all of a sudden filled with their groans and moans as he thrust deep and hard into her. Their orgasms didn’t take long—as if all the longing since their break-up had been stored as sexual tension. They lay next to each other; she rested her head carelessly on his chest and he gently stroked her hair.

“I missed you Ryan,” she said again. She shut her eyes and tightened the grip he had on him.

“I missed you too,” Ryan replied, and from the tone in his voice, she knew he was being sincere.

They lay in each other’s arms for a moment longer. But that wasn’t all to this reunion. They hadn’t even spoken since Brenda and Paul had started getting serious; she’d broken off all contact with Ryan, not wanting to jeopardize her relationship with Paul.

“So when is the wedding?” Ryan asked. He watched as Brenda sat up and ran both her hands through her tangled hair before turning her attention to him.

“Why do you have to bring that up?” Brenda asked. She looked Ryan straight in the eye.

“Because the last time we were together, you said you were going to leave him,” Ryan answered.

“Things changed,” she said. “We fell in love. The wedding will be in September.”

Ryan stood up and walked over to his jeans. He dug deep into his back pocket, and pulled out a joint. He lit it up without asking for her permission.

“You shouldn’t smoke that in here,” she said.

“And you shouldn’t get married to a man like Paul,” he said back at her, and went on to puff on his joint.

“I love him,” she said. The words felt strange and far away. She loved a man who wanted her to be with another man? How was it even possible?

“Are you sure about that?”

“Of course I am,” she said. “I am marrying the man, after all.”

“That doesn’t mean you love him.”

“And who are you to be the judge of that?” Brenda asked.

“I am your poison,” Ryan answered, a wicked grin playing on his face.

“No, you aren’t,” Brenda said, getting to her feet. She walked to the wet bar in search of the drink that she had forfeited earlier due to her ill-mannered houseguest, but she was only barely conscious of Ryan trailing her as her nude behind gyrated across the living room. She got the wine from the cabinet and poured herself a glass.

“Tell me something,” Ryan said before pulling her closer. He aimed his lips for her mouth. He let her inhale the weed smoke through her lips, and then he looked deep into her eyes.

“What?” she asked in an irritated tone.

“Does he know you like this?” He brushed his lips against her cheek and nibbled on her ear lobe.

Brenda couldn’t answer at first; she simply let out a loud sigh of pleasure.

“Of course he does,” she finally gasped. “He’s my fiancé.”

“Does he know how much you like this?” Without warning, he lifted her up and placed her bare ass on the counter of the wet bar. He nudged her legs apart with his hips, then bent to place kisses over her breasts, down her abdomen, and between her legs. He kissed her folds, licking and nibbling just how she liked it.

Brenda sipped on her wine as she enjoyed the different sensations that Ryan sent through her body. Her mind however drifted and she began to compare how Ryan did it to Paul’s techniques. Ryan used more nips and bites, while Paul was generous with his tongue. She felt guilty for comparing them and pushed the thought to the back of her head.

Ryan’s licks had become more intent. She set down her wine glass before she dropped it, and gasping, dragged her fingers through his hair.

“Ryan,” she shouted. “Take me Ryan!”

Ryan responded by immediately getting to his feet; he pulled her closer to him and guided himself inside her.

“I love it when you gasp for me,” he said. “I love how you’re so tight around me.”

She placed her hands around his shoulders and bit his neck. He thrust into her deep and hard, moving faster as she pulled at him with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Brenda tightened her grip on his shoulders just as she was about to reach her climax. She let out a loud moan, her body shaking from the orgasm that overwhelmed her.

Ryan tensed and growled, and she could feel him pulsing inside of her. Breathing deeply, he rested his head on Brenda’s shoulder.

“How about that wine now?” Brenda asked, wiggling away from him. She paused a moment, waiting to see if her muscles would hold her, and then got to her feet.

“How about a glass of water first?” Ryan asked.

“Help yourself,” she replied. “I don’t want you to be a stranger here.”

Ryan gave her a naughty smile. “So this means you’ll want to do this again?”

“Maybe.”

She wondered if this was what Paul had had in mind. No, he’d wanted her to hire an escort. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it with a stranger. Besides, she had no doubt that Ryan would take her money if she offered it.

“You look so classy sipping wine in the nude,” he said.

Brenda smiled. Classy. That was how she was supposed to be, as Paul’s fiancée. Classy and sensual and sexual.

Maybe he’d called her. He probably hadn’t even boarded the plane yet. She couldn’t remember what time his flight left. She rushed over to the living room in search of her phone. She felt disappointed when there was no missed call or text.

“I’m going to make a late lunch,” Ryan said, looking through her refrigerator. “You want some?”

“Of course.”

She looked at how Ryan was so at ease in her kitchen, and wondered what Paul would think if he ever saw Ryan strolling around naked in a house that Paul paid for. Thinking of Paul made her feel depressed and moody, so she tried as hard as he could to focus all of her attention on Ryan.

“What are you going to make?” she asked.