Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(52)
I swear I nearly lost my mind for a few moments.
I wanted to rip off her towel with my f*cking teeth and get my dick inside her along with the balls. I couldn’t wait to feel them move around inside her, massaging my length when my cock joined in.
It took all my strength to step back. My voice sounded strained when I spoke. “Get dressed, baby. We need to leave in half an hour.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh and no underwear.”
I pulled her up from the bed and f*cking hell the towel dropped to the floor. Was my little temptress trying to seduce me, make me succumb and give in to the carnal pleasure I was craving like a junkie?
She looked at me with big eyes as she took a couple of steps forward. “Oh my God, what if I have an orgasm in the middle of whatever you have planned?”
I threw back my head and laughed. “That would be awesome. But no, you aren’t allowed to let that happen. Your orgasm is mine. If you can hold out until we get back, I promise you the most mind-blowing orgasm you’ve ever had.”
“That’s a big promise, Grayson. You have no idea how talented your mouth and cock are and how amazing my orgasms have been.”
Fuck me, this woman was the undoing of me. Her brutal frankness was so f*cking refreshing compared to the fakeness of some of the women I’d screwed as a student. No wonder it never felt right with anyone else before.
This.
This felt perfect.
No pretense, just raw honesty.
Since I was already dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and black slacks, I decided I needed a drink. “I’ll fix us each a drink while you get ready. I need something to cool me the f*ck down.”
“Okay, but no peeping. I want to surprise you.” Her breathy laugh was cute as sin. If I thought I was playing a game, she was playing me just as hard. Hard being the operative word here.
I flipped through one TV channel after another waiting for her. Two drinks later, I heard her heels click on the hardwood floors. My heart raced as I watched the doorway.
I inhaled sharply when I saw her all dressed up. The red dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She had paired with high Louboutin heels, making her legs seem to go on forever. As stunning as her body was, it was her face that stole my breath. She glowed with a confidence that was growing by the day. I loved seeing her accept herself and become comfortable in her skin. Her shiny hair hung lose over her right shoulder, a rare treat indeed for a woman who preferred a ponytail. I couldn’t wait to get my fingers into those lustrous locks.
“Lala, you take my breath away,” I said, meaning every word. “You’re so f*cking gorgeous . . . and sexy as f*ck. I’m going to have a hard time sticking to the plan.”
Her radiant face was beautiful beyond anything I’d ever seen.
Everything else faded to black. In this moment, it was just me and her. The rest of the world—my father; his demands; the responsibilities and pressures—all else ceased to exist.
“Tonight I’m showing you off to the world.”
“Grayson, is that wise?” The quiver in her voice was undeniable.
“I really don’t care, Layla. I want you more than I care about the f*cking consequences. Please tell me you feel the same?”
She placed her fingertips over my lips. “Let’s not think about all of that right now. You look so damn handsome in your black suit, and I’m all dressed up, so let’s just go out and have this one special night without worrying about tomorrow.”
I hated that she hadn’t answered my question, but she was right. Our problem couldn’t be solved overnight. I knocked back the last mouthful of scotch in my glass, grimacing as it burned its way down my throat. I skimmed my hand over her arse to check for panties, I was pleased to find no telltale lines. She listened.
With my hand possessively resting on the small of her back, I steered her towards the elevator.
“Let’s go make memories. Good ones.”
22: Layla
I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d never experienced anything like this before, but walking among the who’s who of London without underwear felt sinfully naughty. I had to squeeze my thighs together most of the time to alleviate the sensation of the Ben Wa balls as they moved inside me. It was such a turn on knowing that Grayson was watching my every move.
I drank the last sip of my expensive French champagne, never taking my eyes off Grayson. I couldn’t care less about the other people attending the premiere of the new show, even though many of them were extremely rich and others somewhat famous.
Grayson and I only had eyes for one another. How I was even going to concentrate on the three acts of the highly acclaimed Broadway show was beyond me.
The bell rang to signal that we had to take our seats, and I was grateful when Grayson took my hand and excused us from the couple he’d introduced me to earlier. To be honest, I’d forgotten their names seconds after he’d said them because I couldn’t focus on anything else but Grayson and the balls.
“Thank f*ck we have our own private booth. I hate making small talk with people I hardly ever see outside of these type of events, regardless of who they are.” He scowled. “I just want to be alone with you tonight.”
His words made my heart beat just a little faster. We took our seats and the crowd quietened down as the lights dimmed. His arm slid around the back of my seat, his fingers stroking my upper arm as we waited for the curtains to open. The audience erupted in an applause as the music started and the actors took to the stage.