Escorting the Billionaire - Part 2

She smiled at me, flushing with pleasure. “Thank you for everything you did for me today—even though I’m paying you back—and thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about Danielle. You can trust me, James.” She laced her fingers through mine. “You’ve shown me that you’ve got my back. I have yours. You need to know that.”

I leaned up and kissed her then, tasting her sweet mouth. It was as if nothing else mattered to me anymore. My business back in California was a blur—it was like that was someone else’s life. All those worries, that rhythm, were far from me now. I hadn’t even called in to yell at my as**sistant Molly today. All I cared about was Audrey in this moment. As far as I was concerned my family could be damned, except for Todd. And I could already tell he knew what she meant to me.

“Let’s go eat. It’s a beautiful day out.”

“Wait,” I said, not ready to let her go. “I need something from you first.” I kissed her again, our tongues connecting.

I got hard as soon as that happened.

This was uncharted territory for me. Not the erection, obviously. It was just that sex wasn’t all I needed—I needed her, and I didn’t know what to do with that. I couldn’t articulate the need any further. I didn’t know what to ask her for.

But Audrey knew exactly what to do. She showed me that she needed me, too.

She climbed onto my lap and straddled me. She said nothing, but she removed her shirt and mine swiftly, kissing me with an urgency I hadn’t felt from her before. She stood and pulled off her leggings and then undid my pants, lifting my as**s up and pulling them off, not saying a word.

She knelt on the floor below me. I ran my hands down her beautiful, smooth skin, and she took my co**ck in her mouth, licking and sucking. I leaned back, overwhelmed with the sensation. She took me all the way down her throat, sucking hard.

“Oh my God, Audrey.” I threw my head back against the couch. I almost exploded in her mouth right then. I moaned, just wanting to fill her with me. She swirled her tongue around my tip and cupped my heavy balls. “Oh, f**k yeah—that’s good.” I fisted my hands through her hair, caught up in the moment. I almost came like that, hard in her mouth, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted her. I wanted to give her pleasure.

I wanted her to scream my name.

“Audrey,” I said, my voice thick, “Come here.” She sat up and straddled me again, taking my now-enormous co**ck and rubbing it against her wet slit. She threw back her head, like it felt good, as she rubbed against me.

“Baby, I need to be inside you,” I said. “Now.” She positioned herself above me, and all at once, took me in her, hard. We both cried out. Then we started rocking against each other. It felt so good. I was in so deep. I grabbed her as**s and bounced her on my hard length, up and down, over and over.

“Oh my God, James. Oh my God.”

“Tell me I’m the only one,” I said. The sensation of having her on me like that, of being inside her so deep, was making me crazy. I squeezed her as**s. “Tell me you’re mine.” Her bre**asts bounced in front of me and I buried my face in them, licking and sucking her nipp**les. I wanted to own her body. I wanted to leave my mark on her like a brand, so that no one else ever touched her.

I f**ked her harder.

She moaned as I thrust into her again and again. “I’m yours. There’s no one but you,” she cried out. She arched against me, close to her release.

“Come for me, and say my name.” I was about to explode. I put my fingers on her cl**it and stroked it relentlessly.

She arched her back and cried out, her body wrapped around me like a vise. “James, oh my God. James. Come in me. Come in me, baby. I need to feel you.”

I f**king love you, I thought and came in a torrent.

Audrey

James had literally f**ked my brains out. Good thing I’d sent that paperwork in while I was still lucid. Now my mother couldn’t take any more funds from New Horizons. At least there was one less thing to worry about.

I couldn’t have forced myself to worry about anything right now, anyway. James held my hand as we walked down Newbury Street in the early afternoon heat. We were lazy and loose, and I swear to God, we were in love. That’s what it felt like, anyway. I was in love with him, my billionaire in his jeans and T-shirt, his sexy steel-colored hair mussed up from our recent lovemaking. I was in love with him, and I was positively drunk on it.

We went to Stephanie’s on Newbury and he ordered a bottle of Chardonnay. I looked at the menu. “Would you like some crab cakes?” I asked him, and he started to laugh.