Rock Star Billionaire

“Seriously? Come on, Grace, I thought you were on my side,” I frowned at her.

“I am, I am, but it is okay to have a little fun, too, ya know. Jeez, most girls would totally kill to be your shoes right now!” She gave me a nudge in the side. I started to respond, but Owen returned before I could, so I just shut my mouth and smiled as he slid a drink in front of each of us.

“Thanks,” I said into my drink, still keeping my eyes on him. He frowned, watching me. I considered that it was possible I might have been being a little hard on him, and maybe Grace was right. Owen and I had had fun the last time things got intimate between us and, oddly enough, things hadn't been weird between us afterwards. It wasn’t like he was using me if I enjoyed it as much as him and didn’t expect any sort of attachment or conditions from it. I mean, we were two, mature adults just enjoying ourselves and each other, right?

He leaned in close and whispered into my ear. “You were absolutely stunning on stage. Your passion up there seriously set me on fire.

And when I say that, I mean totally on fire. All over.”

I tried to force back the smile that threatened to spread across my lips. Instead of smiling or saying anything in return, I simply directed my gaze up – and was immediately met with a stare that churned every butterfly I hadn’t even known was in my stomach. “Thank you,” I mouthed, my eyes never leaving his.

“I think you'll regret it if you don't spend the night with me,” he whispered back. “We could have a truly amazing time together tonight. Trust me on that.”

From the corner of my eye, I could see Grace raise a questioning eyebrow at me and flash me a cheeky smile.

I didn’t say a word. I only searched his stare and nodded my head.

“I’m guessing you two are gonna be going soon?” Grace asked, holding out her hand for my keys. I flushed, a little embarrassed, and fished my keys out of my purse for her. In my state, it was probably best if I didn’t drive, anyway.

“I’m sorry to steal her away,” Owen said to Grace, placing a palm gently on my lower back. Warmth pooled in me at the light touch of his hand, and my cheeks flushed once more. “But I promise you, she's in good hands. Very good hands.”

She waved a dismissive hand at both of us. “It’s no problem. You two get out of here and go have some fun,” she said with a grin.

“You sure, Grace? You'll be fine here all on your own?” I asked. She simply gave me a knowing smile and waved me off toward the door.

“I think that’s our cue to go. Come on.” Owen’s fingers intertwined with mine as he led me to the exit. Giving up, I followed.

We are just having some fun, I told myself. It's not going to be anything more than that. Just some fun between two people who happen to be attracted to each other.

He led me out to his Porsche and opened the door for me. Before he loosened his grip around my waist to allow me to get in, he gave me a slow, teasing kiss, flicking his tongue into my mouth. When he pulled his lips away from mine, they lingered barely a breath from my mouth. My heart raced. He then placed a soft kiss on my forehead before helping me into the car.

As he settled in on his side of the car, he flashed a pleased, content smile at me. Yes, he really had driven all the way there because of wanting me. I found myself wondering what he had meant when he had said it was lonely sometimes being him.

Owen started up the car and pulled out of his parking spot, then put his hand on my knee, gently caressing.

“I know I already said it once, but you were amazing up there on stage,” he said, letting his hand slide a little higher up my thigh. A light shiver ran through me. As we stopped at a light, he leaned over to kiss me, one hand brushing up my arm and against my breast. I couldn’t say for sure if it was intentional, but it definitely sent my pulse into overdrive.

“You looked and sounded like an angel up there. You’ve got a lot of talent, you really do. It was easy to see that the music was everything to you. And, watching you perform with such passion and intensity was possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” His breath tickled my neck as he spoke.

“The light’s green,” I giggled. He laughed and pulled away, but he quickly placed his hand on my thigh once more, a little higher this time, brushing just under the hem of my skirt.

“God, your skin’s so soft, and you have killer legs. You know when I like them best, though?” He flashed me a sideways glance, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze.

“When they’re in heels?” I guessed.

“Not a bad guess, and that is quite impressive, but no. They're definitely my favorite when they’re wrapped around my head.” A devious smile crossed his lips and I blushed a little as heat pooled between my thighs at the mental picture that embedded in my mind. Yeah, I liked my legs like that, too, come to think of it. His hand began to slide slowly higher up my inner thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing softly against the outside of my panties. At the thrill this touch stirred up, I let out a small gasp. His devious grin only grew.

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to the road?” I asked, a little breathless as his fingertips continued to caress me teasingly through the silky fabric.

“I’m good at multitasking,” he told me, and then let out a gruff, sexy laugh as we hit another red light. He took the opportunity to slide two fingers under my panties. The heat between my legs was growing more and more intense. I was more than a little wet. I spread my legs a little to allow him more access and bit my bottom lip, stifling a whimper as his fingers began to work their magic on me.

As the waves of pleasure started to build inside me, growing more and more with every second that passed, I reached across and began caressing the crotch of his jeans where a large bulge was already starting to press against the fabric.

“Mmm, now that might make it hard for me to focus on the road,” he smiled that crooked grin of his.

Just as a tease, I leaned over toward him. He moved his arm to give me access and started to fuss with his zipper. Clearly, he thought I was leaning over to give him head.

Instead, I leaned over and brushed my lips against his neck then softly eased them up to his ear and whispered. “Light’s green,” I smiled playfully.