A Billionaire With Benefits

“I guess he liked my coffee.”

“Or he fell for your smile,” Lynne teased.

“He isn’t like that. Remember our quiet date?”

“Yeah, some commoner’s restaurant,” Lynne joked. “Okay, so he’s a boring billionaire? The tabloids made it seem like he’s the bomb.”

In bed he’s the bomb, Mikaela thought. “Maybe he hasn’t gotten over his previous girlfriend and he’s taking baby steps with me.”

“Baby steps? You call that baby steps? Being flown to London like you won some raffle? You make it seem like Henry will make me live on food stamps.”

“How are you and Henry, anyway?” Mikaela asked, swiftly changing the subject.

Thankfully, Lynne prattled on about how her dates had been going with him, and how she thought he might be the one. He likes kids, Lynne shared.

Did Justin like kids? Mikaela realized there was a lot she didn’t know about him even if they had slept together multiple times. She didn’t know his favorite color, his favorite food. His favorite coffee could be the one she made for him the first day they met. Justin probably disliked hip-hop music and dancing. Or maybe he was a good singer. That was what was lacking in their relationship.

Relationship? What relationship? she reminded herself. This was purely a sexual one. The whole arrangement made her his personal ho. She shook her head and continued to listen to Lynne until her phone began to overheat on her ear and she apologetically had to end the call.

Just as she brushed her teeth, her phone rang. Panicking, she spat out the foam in her mouth and answered it.

“Hello?” she said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Where are you?” he asked in his usual deep-throated voice.

“At the apartment.”

“I’m coming over,” he said.

Just like that. Maybe he missed her, maybe he was horny. She didn’t care if it was for both reasons as long as he wanted her in his life tonight. She was glad she had showered and she excitedly put on her new satin sleepwear as soon as he ended the call.

He arrived within twenty minutes.

“How was your flight?” she asked him as he walked in.

So much for small talk. He barely looked at her.

“It was okay. I was back last Tuesday,” he replied.

Four days ago and he didn’t even bother to pop in and say hi or have sex with her while she was asleep, huh? “Great,” she lamely said.

“Is that new?” he asked her, motioning for her to go to the bedroom.

“Yeah.”

“Excellent.”

What? Excellent? That was it? But it was a compliment. Or was it? She didn’t know how to feel about it, and she forced herself to pretend her self-esteem hadn’t ebbed one bit.

Justin was in a foul mood. A few things had gone wrong in the past four days and he lost a few million, the millions didn’t matter, but his ego was bruised. He hadn’t focused well on work ever since Mikaela left London the previous week.

He didn’t say anything as he stripped out of his shirt and his jeans. He was already hard, Mikaela saw this. He walked for her and began to kiss her, caressing her back. The kisses weren’t rough this time. Her body began to grow warm, she was melting because of a mere kiss and touch.

Her nipples grew erect and he tried to contain his excitement. Justin actually wanted to take her immediately, he had been starved of sex for more than a week. He had touched her only once in London. She had to be horny, she had to cum tonight. The silk negligee she wore instantly sprang him into lust.

Trailing a hand up to her thigh, Mikaela bit her lower lip, loving how tender and warm his touch was. Her hands were curled up on his chest as he gave her another open-mouthed kiss, his tongue exploring her. He trailed his tongue down to her lower lip and he bit it gently.

He wanted her to cum tonight; it was a gratification he wanted. He slipped off one strap and her breast fell out and he held onto it, gritting his teeth. She moaned quietly, closing her eyes from the grip. He pushed her on the bed and she squirmed a little, adjusting herself. He paid no attention to her discomfort.