Billionaire's Single Mom

“I’m sorry, too. I turned you away when you wanted to make amends, and that was wrong of me,” she said.

“You had every right to be upset,” I said. She took one of my hands and held it in both of hers.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Was that song you performed yesterday about me?” she asked coyly. I smiled.

“Why would I do something like that?” I asked. She blushed.

“I just thought… No, it’s dumb,” she said, embarrassed. I chuckled, cupping her face so she’d look up at me.

“I wrote it after Keno convinced me that I was being an idiot for not trying to be with you while I was still here. Did you like it?” I asked. She nodded, smiling.

I turned my head hearing the door open. Makani and Keno walked in quietly. I saw his hand on her back, which he dropped once they were inside. Something had gone right.

“Is everything okay?” Abby asked Makani.

“Everything’s great,” she said, smiling. “I see everything’s great here, as well.”

“We were waiting for you guys,” Abby said, leading everyone back to the living room. Keno and Makani sat together and I sat on the couch closest to Abby.

“By the looks of things, we should have taken our time,” Makani said.

“Nate was just telling me about the song he wrote for me,” Abby said, smirking. That got everyone started. The tension completely died, and everyone was laughing and drinking in Abby’s small living room. Keno and Makani got closer and closer as the night wore on, his arm going around her shoulder, or him kissing her when they thought we weren’t looking.

At some point, Makani announced she was going to head home. Keno said he would do the same thing, right after her, agreeing that he needed an early night, too. Yeah right, they’d be on top of each other before they even made it back to the city. He winked at me on his way out the door, following Makani out.

I nodded, approvingly. I knew he was sealing the deal. Now it was my turn. We were finally alone. I’d been thinking about this for weeks.

Abby closed the door, locking it. She turned around to face me.

"How much do you bet one of them isn't going to make it home tonight?" she asked, smiling. She was happy for her friends.

"About the same that I'd bet I'm not making it back to my suite tonight," I said. She bit her lip and looked down. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked. She shook her head silently.

"Are you tired?" she asked me.

"Show me where you sleep," I told her. She walked towards me slowly, taking one of my hands. She pulled me towards her bed, stopping right in front of it. She turned and sat down, facing me. Her legs were crossed, which raised the dress even higher up her legs. "I'm so glad you wore that tonight," I said appreciatively.

"Are you? I don't know. It's a little tight," she said.

"Yeah?"

"A little uncomfortable, actually," she said smirking. It fit her like a glove, but she was up to something. I went with it.

"Then take it off."

"I want you to take it off for me," she said seductively.

Her eyes were hot, and I knew right then that was my in. I walked over to her. She pulled her legs onto the bed so that she was kneeling and turned her back to me. I flipped her hair over her shoulder and pulled the zipper down her back. I tugged it down over her hips, and she sat on the bed so I could pull it the rest of the way down her legs. She scooted backward up the bed.

"Come here," she whispered.

I climbed onto the bed after her. She got up on her knees and pushed me onto my back, straddling me. She slowly went down the front of my shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time. I tried to sit up and touch her, but she pushed me back down, not letting me lead. It was hot. Different, but still incredibly sexy. She raked her nails down my bare chest and abs when she had gotten my shirt open.

I never let girls top me, but Abby with that look on her face was enough for me to change my mind. I watched her pop the button of my jeans and pull the zipper down. She tugged them down low enough for my cock to spring free. Our eyes locked, and it was over. I was hers tonight.