Worth Billions (Worth It 1)

“Gray. Shit. Right there. Right there. So good. You’re so—so good.”

I kissed her neck. Nibbled her shoulder. Planted my hands beside her head until nothing came between us. My nails curled into the pathetic excuse for a wall. My toes flexed against the dusty air flying around us. Her pussy clamped down onto me and I grunted into her neck, feeling my own release taking over. Her body’s ministrations were just what I needed. Her smell was exactly what I’d ordered. She was as sweet as she was spicy, and the way her nails raked along my back shot searing heat racing to the tip of my cock.

“Michelle,” I groaned. “You’re so—”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but bury myself within her time and time again. My head spun. The room tilted. My balls curled into my body as pleasure muted everything around me. I bit into her shoulder as she quivered against me. Her pussy tightened around my cock and I gave her exactly what she wanted while taking what I wanted in return. I lapped at her skin. Kissed the indented marks I left behind as my dick emptied into her body. She held me in her vice grip, my legs trembling as she collapsed against me.

Lightheaded, I reeled. Empty. My cock rested against her swollen walls as my knees buckled from underneath me. I wrapped my arms around her as I fell to the floor, holding her close and blanketing myself in her scent. I fell against one of the boxes and rested, drawing in deep breaths of the sex-tainted air around us.

Michelle still shook against me, exhausted from the pleasure I was all too happy to deal.

I was taken aback by how I felt. It was as if the entire world stilled around me. Sounds were muted except for Michelle’s breathing. My sense of smell dulled, except for her womanly scent. My vision blurred, except for the image of her naked, sweating body resting against mine.

It was as if my entire body filtered out everything but her.

Oh shit.

What the fuck was I doing?

Sitting up immediately, I watched Michelle snap her head up. Dread washed over her face before she looked down at herself. She clapped her arms over her chest and pulled away from me, my cock sliding from within her body with a devilishly loud sound. I watched her face grimace as she moved away from me, searching for her clothes and haphazardly throwing them on her body.

I reached for the only thing I could to cover up my cock.

The handkerchief that started this entire thing.

“We should, um—”

Michelle cleared her throat before she kicked my clothes to me.

“We should get this stuff downstairs,” she said. “And get it in your car so you can deliver it.”

She turned her back to me and I got up quickly, pulling on my clothes before gathering as much as I could in my arms. I heard her picking up some things, but I didn’t turn around. I dropped everything in my arms down onto the floor of the house, then jumped down myself. I picked it all up and took it to the kitchen, then headed for the shower before Michelle had even gotten out of the attic.

Fuck me.

I was an idiot.

This was exactly what I hadn’t wanted to happen. What I didn’t need to happen. I peeled my clothes off and tossed them in the corner, crinkling my nose at the dust still coating my body. I stepped into the shower and began washing up, paying special attention to my cock.

The last thing I needed was to smell her the next morning.

This was bad. Very bad. Because I’d just experienced the best orgasm o

f my life with a woman I couldn’t fucking have. This was the issue. The obstacle. Because I knew my attraction to her was fierce. Now, all I could think about was doing it over and over again. Taking her in every direction on every surface of the damn house. I needed to be focused on the deliveries. On settling the rest of Anton’s estate before going home and dealing with my own business.

But instead, I was dwelling on how the fuck I could spend more time with Michelle.”

“Damn it!”

I slammed my fists against the tiles of the shower wall. No attachments. That was the rule. Come in, do the damn thing, and get out. That was the plan. Michelle wasn’t in those plans. She never had been. And now? I wanted her in those plans.

I wanted her strewn throughout every bit of my fucking plans.

I cleaned myself down in the shower, but it didn’t wash away my guilt. It didn’t wash away my want for Michelle. It didn’t wash away the heartache and the emptiness I felt at the loss of Anton. It didn’t fucking fix anything. Nothing did. I shouldn’t have given into my temptation. I shouldn’t have given into those beads of sweat dripping down her brow. I should have tossed that damn handkerchief out the window the second I thought about running it over her skin.

Turning the water off, I grabbed a towel so I could get out.

I’d turned Michelle into something she was not; into something she was so much better than. Michelle wasn’t a one night stand kind of woman. Which meant I had risked her getting attached to me. Sure, she climbed into my bed that first night practically naked, but it wasn’t to fuck me. She didn’t even know I was there. She was a woman looking for a place to rest her head after something catastrophic had happened.