Mr. Big Shot (Mr. Big 1)

"So, your parents are okay with us sleeping together?"

"I'm a big boy," Luke said as we walked down the hall to his bedroom. "If you stayed in another room in the guest wing, they'd wonder if I'd turned gay or something."

I laughed at that. "They know you can't turn gay," I replied.

"Of course," Luke said. "I was just joking. They're happy to see me with someone new. You have to remember, they're both from the hippie generation even if they look like rich old coots."

"Rich old coots…" I smiled at him. "They don’t look anything like rich old coots. Maybe comfortable middle aged people."

"They're that," he said and opened the door to our room for the weekend. "I'm going to take a quick shower. There's a bathroom across the hall if you want to change, brush your teeth – whatever."

I nodded and grabbed my duffle bag and went to the bathroom, wondering what the rest of the weekend would bring. On Luke's part, he undressed and threw his clothes on a chair by the large walk-in closet while I did the same, hanging my nightgown on the doorknob.

When he saw it, he shook his head. "No, no, no," he said and took it off the knob, putting it firmly back in the duffle bag. "I want you sleeping naked beside me. No pajamas for you."

"Will I get any sleep if I do?" I watched him as he took a toothbrush and began brushing his teeth.

"Guaranteed eight hours. I can't promise anything after that. I'm a morning person. But I do plan on getting as much out of your body as I can tomorrow. In the daylight." He leaned over and kissed my shoulder. "Again and again."

"It's yours to get as much out of as you can," I replied.

I took out my own toothbrush and brushed my teeth while he stripped off his boxers. While I watched in the mirror, I saw him cross to the bed, his delicious buttocks so nice and muscular, then he threw back the coverlet and crawled in.

I finished up and then stripped off, only a bit shy of walking naked to the bed while he watched me, his hands behind his head. I could see an expression of appreciation on his face and tried not to show any modesty. He was perhaps the most desirable man I had ever met. Not only was he gorgeous, he was smart. He was funny. He was ambitious.

The wealth was impressive, but it was the fact he'd made so much money so young, and from his own ideas and concepts, that was impressive. If it was only a million, instead of a billion, I wouldn’t care.

He enjoyed my body – that much was clear.

He could enjoy it as often as he wanted over the weekend. I hadn't had sex for almost a year. I needed it.

I wanted it.

Most of all, I wanted it from him.

The look in his eye when he watched me climb into the bed suggested I’d get it.

Chapter 14

Luke

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Despite the novelty of having a woman sleep in the bed beside me, I fell asleep almost immediately, with Alexa spooned beside me, my arm thrown around her body.

In the morning, after a solid night's sleep, I woke to find the bed empty beside me. Alexa must have gotten up and gone to the bathroom. I rolled over and waited, watching the door to the bedroom for her return.

When she emerged from the ensuite, she covered herself up demurely when she saw me watching.

"Don't hide yourself," I said, already aroused at the sight of her curves. "You're beautiful."

She smiled and I could tell she forced herself to drop her arms from across her breasts. The sight of them made me instantly hard, my dick throbbing. Still, I didn’t want to greet her with morning breath, so I jumped up and passed her, not hiding the evidence of my own arousal. Let her see it and think about it. I wanted her ready for another round or two when I returned as well.

I quickly took a piss and then brushed my teeth as I saw she had done and then went back to the bed to find her under the covers, a smile on her face when she saw me standing at the side of the bed, my cock now at half-staff.

I knew she was interested in another round when she pulled back the covers for me. I hopped in beside her, always the gentleman, pleased to give her exactly what she wanted.

Once I was lying down, she rolled over and lay on top of me, still smiling.