The Billionaire Affair (In Too Deep)

Chapter 4

JEREMIAH

Iwoke up knowing I had a seriously hot dream and wishing I could remember it. Throwing my phone down on the bed after silencing my alarm, I covered my eyes with my forearm and tried to slow my breathing.

I was horny as fuck, my cock harder than the imported tiles my bed stood on, and I couldn’t remember why. Frustrated, I ran my hands through my hair as vague glimmers of a girl doing the same thing in my dream came back to me.

The sun had already risen outside, and judging by the way the light was shining through my tinted windows and lighting up the treetops in the park beyond, it was time to get up. I was fast losing the last faint memories of my dream, but not the raging fucking hard-on it caused.

Damn, I could hammer nails with this thing. It throbbed and twitched like I needed to be reminded my dick demanded attention. Fuck it. I had enough time.

Closing my eyes, I let my hand drift down to my nipple and let my imagination run wild. I ran my hand down my side, groaning as I cupped my balls. In my mind’s eye, it wasn’t my hand.

Instead, I was picturing a woman with thick curves and soft skin sitting between my legs. My last girlfriend was a bird who didn’t know how to eat, cook or anything in between. She was a decent lay, but I was tired of feeling bones and being half afraid of snapping her in half if I fucked her good.

No, what I was in the mood for was something to hang on to as my orgasm crashed through me. Someone I could pound into and feel hips instead of bone beneath me.

I stroked my aching dick slowly, imaging a full set of tits swaying as the girl started pumping my cock. Flexing my legs, my toes curled when I tightened my grip.

God, that felt good.The hand not wrapped around my shaft pinched a nipple and ran along my thigh until it was stroking just beneath my balls.

Already, they were tight and heavy. I was going to enjoy the hell out of this jerk.

A drop of pre-come seeped from my slit and using my thumb, I spread the liquid over the tip of my dick. Reaching into my nightstand, my fingers closed over a cylindrical bottle I knew was my lube. I squeezed a generous amount into my hand and moaned out loud when I started stroking again, the satiny gel allowing my hand to glide smoothly over my length.

I increased my pace, my hips thrusting up to meet my hand. My breathing grew heavy. Low groans escaped as I felt the pressure building. The build-up was quick.

The base of my spine exploded. I felt my entire body tense and my toes twist over each other. So close.

A long, low moan escaped my parted lips. Feeling like a man suffering from voracious thirst discovering a waterfall, I bore down and fucked myself harder.

I imagined the girl stroking my cock positioning her lush tits right over me, her voice breathy and needy as she said, “Come for me baby, come all over me.”

I practically felt her warm, fleshy hip beneath my fingers as I squeezed down and held onto her until my orgasm ripped through me like a bolt of lightning. My cock pulsed in my hand, hot come hitting my chest in spurts.

My muscles stiffened and quaked as I came so fucking hard. Letting out a last groan, my hips arched and bucked until I fell back on the bed.

Breathing hard, I allowed myself a minute to recover before getting up to shower. Holy shit, that was good.

If it was that good having a girl with curves in my bed just in my head, I was pretty sure the real thing would probably get me charged with kidnapping or something. No way I’d be able to let a woman like that out of bed for at least a few days.

Pushing my fantasies out of my mind before I ended up in bed by myself for a few days like a fucking loser, I got dressed after my shower and shifted my focus to the day ahead.

I still didn’t have a new secretary, but I trusted Neil was on it. What I needed to do was to start looking into this acquisition. Before I assembled a team, I needed to have my head wrapped around the basics.

Once I was dressed, I headed to the kitchen and fixed a quick breakfast. Cereal and OJ, breakfast of champions. I carried my bowl to the living room and flicked on the news. This was one of the few parts of my routine that had remained the same after I took over for Jack at Williams Inc.

Even when I lived to party and partied for a living, I was interested in current affairs and knowing what was going on in the world around me. I wasn’t a complete idiot, even then. I kept up with the Financial Times and all that shit, even if I would never admit it.

The business minute was just ending when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Slipping it out, I grinned when I saw one of my best friend’s smug faces come up on the screen.

Tanner and I became friends on the first day of first grade. He was playing baseball outside the school with his brother. The ball went wide, and Tanner dove to catch it, crashing right into me. He knocked me off my feet.

As I sat there blinking and wondering what the hell just happened, his freckled face popped into my blurry line of vision and he extended his hand to help me up. I was in two minds at first. Fight him or accept his offer to help me up and let it go.

In the end, it was the most random of things that made me take his hand instead of punching him in the face. Earlier that morning, I helped Jack stow away skis from a trip to Aspen we just returned from. In trying to reach a higher rack, I grazed my knuckles against the wall and promptly dropped the skis.

With throbbing feet and bleeding knuckles, I ran away from a severely pissed off Jack. To be fair, he’d told me to leave the skis and let him pack that away while I focused on the scarves and mittens. Wanting to prove that I wasn’t only capable of stowing away the soft stuff like a girl, I ended up hurting myself and causing a nice crack right along the edge of Jack’s brand-new, favorite pair of skis.