Playboy Billionaire

“No, we haven’t….” The guy beside Stella scoffs, brows furrowed, sizing me up. Chill, bro. The last thing I want is to step on anyone’s clearly fragile emotions. All I'm here for is my family business. I purse my lips into a smile.

“Okay. Well, I should be going—” Stella begins, and everyone answers with a round of awes and hugs. I’m grateful they could read the room. But clearly, the buff boy didn’t get the memo because he’s pouting in his seat like a kid whose mom told him no. I watch as Stella lingers with him, touches his chest softly, and says something close enough to him that it irks me.

I don’t know why. She can talk to whomever she pleases. It shouldn’t bother me either way, as long as it doesn’t fuck up our plan. I think that’s why it’s annoying— because it could fuck up our plan.

“Come on.” Stella grabs my arm and pulls lightly before I realize she’s next to me.

“Nice meeting you all.” I wave cordially, and they respond with pleasantries— everyone except for pouty-mouth.

“Who the fuck was that guy?” I speak quietly to her as we exit the restaurant.

“There were three guys.” She notes with a laugh, clearly too inebriated to sense my disdain. I don’t press her further because of it. The conversation wouldn’t go anywhere anyway.

We get in the car, and I’m clenching my jaw. Fuck. I should be happy. I just successfully got my first major deal for Neptune. It’s dumb that I’m worried about our plan failing, or maybe it's dumb that she is treating it so flippantly.

We make it to the townhouse just before 1 a.m. Stella can barely keep her eyes open as she walks with me up to the porch. My anger has simmered since the restaurant, while Stella and I spent some time out at one of the hotter new clubs in town, and now I’m mostly just ready to sleep. We get inside, and my security follows us in before taking their positions outside the house after checking the entire space. This is a normal thing I’m used to, so I stand at the door, holding Stella up now as they complete their inspection.

“Clear.” One of them calls, and I bring her up the stairs.

“Are you mad?” She whispers when I’m dropping her at her door.

“No.” I let go of her waist and turn back towards my room. I might be exhausted and ready for bed, but I’m also more than a little horny and in no mood to be teased. A night out at the club, with Stella dancing on me and gorgeous girls all around me, was just another reminder of the leash that’s been put on me. It'll be worth it if I manage to get control of the company without being tied down in marriage. But this is the first time since I was old enough to darken the door of a club with a fake ID that I’ll be going to bed alone with nothing but my hand for company.

“Wait.” Her hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist, and when I turn around, she’s looking at me with that dazed, drunk look in her eyes, a mischievous smile on her gorgeous face. I don’t know how she’s still upright. She was having trouble getting up the stairs on her own, but as I turn my head to look back at her, she pulls me in, and before I can get my bearings, she kisses me.Shekisses me. Her lips collide with mine like they were supposed to be there, and I hate that I like it because I can’t afford to fuck our plan up now.

I’ve been drinking, too, though, enough that I’m not in the kind of headspace to deny myself something I want. The idea that she wants me enough to already break one of her stupid rules, just adds fuel to the fire. I kiss her back, turning into her, my hand dropping to her thigh as I push up her skirt. Her mouth tastes sweet, like expensive alcohol and mixed drinks, and she tips her head back, moaning softly as my hand slips under her dress.

Fuck.I’m hard as hell, and I want to keep going even though I know I shouldn’t. She’s making it so fucking difficult to stop, too. Her hand is on my wrist, as if she’s going to push it away, but instead, she drags it higher, up to her silk thong. I feel the warmth of her pussy through it, the dampness on the silk that tells me she’s aroused, and my cock pulses warningly.

If we keep going like this, we’re going to end up in her bed. I know she’s wearing a thong because I pull my hand away from hers, sliding it around the back of her delicately muscled thigh and up to her bare ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Her ass is perfect, firm and round, soft and plump, enough to make a man write fucking poetry about how perfect her body is.

“Antoni–” she moans that stupid nickname, but she could have called me anything, and I wouldn’t have cared at this point. My other hand is on her breast, her nipple stiff beneath my fingers. Then her hand slides between us, rubbing against the thick ridge of my cock through my pants before I can stop her–and I do wish I would have stopped her because she’s opened the floodgates. I won't be able to slow the impulses surging through me. I press her up against the wall and kiss down her neck, unbutton the top part of her shirt and kiss her firm breasts intently.

Her hand slides into my hair as I kiss her again, tugging it just enough to feel like it’s sending electric shocks of pleasure down to my throbbing dick, and it grows even harder. Her lips are soft and pliable, rubbing pleasurably against mine, and I don’t think I could stop right now if my life depended on it.

We’re out in the hall, one of our security could pass by and see us at any time, but I don’t fucking care. It’s kind of hot in a way, the thought of one of my men seeing me getting some, like I’m the king of my own castle.

And if her mouth tastes this sweet, I’m dying to run my tongue over the lips lower down.

I drop to my knees as Stella gasps, pushing her skirt up with both hands, kissing her inner thighs as I make my way up. I can smell her desire, see the way her silk thong is clinging to her pussy lips with arousal, and I feel my cock throb all over again. I feel almost hungry for her, and I groan as I run my tongue up her inner thigh, tasting a hint of her juices there.

“Antoni–” Stella moans my name, her head dropping back against the wall, and I reach up to pull her thong aside. I know she’s shaved, and I can’t wait to get a look at her bare pussy, to see her flowering open for me, to run my tongue over–

“Antonio!” She hisses my name, both of her hands going to grab my wrists, and when I look up, she’s staring down at me like she’s just now seeing me. “Shit, we can’t–”

I jump back like she’s burned me, running one hand through my messed-up hair as I instantly put distance between us. I’m so fucking hard it hurts, but I’m not about to push this further if she doesn’t want me. There’s too much on the line anyway, for both of us.

But I can’t stop myself from saying her name one final time, the hunger for her still simmering within.

“Stella–” I look down at her wide eyes that realize what she’s doing, and she steps away, dazed, slowly backing up to her door.

“Goodnight.” She whispers, not meeting my eyes, struggling to find the handle, so I step forward to help her, but she puts her hand out.

“No. Just—“ she begins, and I lift my hands in surrender, backing away to my room as she enters hers.

I sit on my bed for a second before I do anything else, staring out the window, processing the night. A sick feeling is cutting into my stomach that shouldn't be there after what just happened. Why did that kiss feel so different from any I’ve had, even while basically being sober? Why did I get so pissed at her angry side-piece? Why aren’t I focusing on the fact that I just got the best deal lined up for Neptune Holdings?

I’m hard as hell still, and it’s fucking with me. I reach down, massaging my aching dick, and I know the answer to this is just to jerk off. It would be easy enough, even if I normally spend more time inside a woman than I do my own fist. Still, there’s no man alive who doesn’t spend some time stroking it, even if it’s just to watch some porn kinkier than what he wants to find in real life.

But tonight, I don’t want porn, kinky or otherwise, in my head or otherwise. My mind keeps drifting back to Stella, to the feeling of her soft pussy beneath that silk thong, and my cock throbs, my balls tight and aching. I want to go back down the hall and eat her until she screams, until my entire face is coated with her cum, and then fuck her until she forgets all about her stupid rules–but I can’t. I’m not supposed to fuckanyone, but I sure as hell don’t want to sit here and jerk my own cock like a lovestruck horny teenager, and Stella already broke her own rules by teasing me. There was no reason for her to make out with me in the hall like that, unless she just wanted to drive me fucking insane.

I don’t want to linger on that kiss any longer, so I slip into more casual attire (black hoodie, joggers, and Balenciaga sneakers) and head with one of my security to a club in downtown LA, determined to break more than one promise to Stella tonight.