Billionaire On Fire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (35 page)

Until last year. I found out she was
cheating, and was hardly surprised – some part of me knew all along. I had a
solid reason to file for divorce.
 
My
mother knew what she had done and somehow found a way to blame me for it. “If
only you didn’t work all the time, Zay,” she had said. “A woman has needs, and
Gina was getting really lonely. Sure, she could have dealt with it better, but
a lonely woman is never thinking straight. She feels a lot of remorse, and
you’re a coward if you can’t accept it and forgive her.”

My own mother. Of course she would take
her side though; how many times had she cheated on my dad? And now she had
pulled this whole fake attempt at killing herself, and decided to use that as
bait for getting me to try again with Gina. She wouldn’t stop wailing until I
agreed to sign up for couple’s counseling.

That’s what the call was about. All too
anxious to jump back into my life, Gina wanted to start the counseling right
away, under the guise of “making momma happy, we owe it to her.” I didn’t want
to deal with that yet, so I was meeting her to discuss the right time for that.
But I had to be careful about Aria finding out. She would never forgive me. She
seemed like a righteous girl, and I had a feeling she wouldn’t even give me a
chance to explain myself. Even if she did, what could I say exactly? “Oh, I’m
thirty-two years old but my mom is making me try and get back with my ex-wife?”
It would sound ridiculous.

All this craziness was what had led me to
my rule; having sex with a girl once and moving on. I didn’t have time for any
more lunatic women.

But Aria wasn’t going to stop asking
questions. Why was she so stubborn? I admired this in her; she wouldn’t stop
until she got what she wanted, which sometimes was absolutely infuriating.

I was the same way though.

“How long has the situation with the loan
officer been bothering you? Is that why you were really in New York?” She
asked.

“No,” I said and grinned at her, trying to
change the topic. “I went to New York to get you your present.”

She blushed at that and I sighed. “Now
let’s not waste another minute.”

I approached her with a fiery kiss,
opening her mouth with my tongue, exploring. I could feel her melt under my
breath and I was glad that I possessed the skills needed to distract her. My
hands found her firm breasts and her nipples were already as hard as my dick. I
began to lower my head with the intention of kissing her breasts, but she
grabbed my hand with surprising force. Her eyes burning with desire, she said,
“Not yet,” and then got on her knees.

Watching her unzip my pants was enough to
make my mind completely forget about Gina and all my troubles, my eyes and my
head firmly focused on Aria ready to take me in her mouth.

When she did, I lost all control and began
moving. I grabbed her head and plunged as hard as I could in her mouth,
reaching deep within her throat. She sucked and tried to keep up with my
movements as I fucked her face faster and faster. It couldn’t have been more
than a few minutes before I was ready to explode.

“I’m fucking coming,” I said with the few
words I could muster, and tried to take myself out of her mouth. To my great
surprise, she held on tighter to my ass and shook her head.

“Jesus,” I groaned, all but ready to pour
myself into her.

“I want to taste you,” she choked out.

Those words were enough to make me shake
into a burst of pleasure, as I came hard inside her mouth, holding on tighter
to her head. She sucked until I was emptied completely, and she looked at me as
I dropped to the couch. Still on her knees, she swallowed part of my cum, while
some of it dripped down her pretty little lips.

“Lick your lips,” I said, still reeling
from the orgasm, and she complied. I was starting to get hard again almost
immediately from watching her.

I was breaking the rule I had set and I
didn’t care.

“You tasted amazing,” she said, getting
off her knees and approaching me on the couch.

I grinned. She was turning into a sex
vixen, something all my other girls never were. She leaned in to kiss me. Her
tongue was still warm and I found my hand reach her pussy. “Are you ready for
another?” She whispered against my mouth.

I took her hand and placed it where my
dick was protruding again. “Can’t you feel how ready I am?”

With that, I grabbed her and threw her on
to the couch. “God, I’ve fucking missed you,” I said, working my mouth all over
her body, experiencing every inch of her delicious, smooth skin.

“I missed you too,” she moaned, raking her
fingers through my hair. Then she kissed my forehead while massaging my temples
with her thumbs. I pulled my lips from her neck and she tilted her head down to
take my lips into her mouth.

My dick was throbbing again, pushing
against her thigh. I snaked my hand in between us and grabbed hold of her mound
through her jeans. I made swift circles with the palm of my hand and she moaned
into my mouth.

Our tongues danced around each other's as
her hands pulled my hair tight. She pulled away from me and leaned back,
sitting upright on my throbbing cock. She unbuttoned my shirt while biting her
lip. She pulled it off each arm so it was resting behind me and then traced
each of my defined muscles with her fingertips before kissing every inch of my
chest. I threaded my fingers through her hair and pulled her upright again.

“Take it off,” I groaned, tugging at the
bottom of her T-shirt.

I hadn't ever seen her in a T-shirt and
jeans but she looked just as good as she did in her tight fitting work clothes.
A grin spread across her face and then she tore her shirt up and over her head,
revealing a black lace bra. I unbuttoned her pants and ripped the zipper down
exposing her matching black lace panties. She stood up on the couch and pushed
her jeans down around her ankles before stepping out of them.

She unclasped the front of her bra,
allowing her perky breasts with hard nipples to topple out.
 
Then she playfully snaked out of her panties
and kicked them on the floor, revealing her wet aching core. I licked my lips
before grabbing her ass and pulling her down so she was sitting directly on my
face. I twirled my tongue around her bulging clitoris.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, bracing herself
on the couch with her hands.

Her legs pulled tight around my head and I
knew she was about to go over the edge. I grabbed her harder, pulling all of
her into my mouth to taste her beauty. Before she could cum I raised her up off
of me. She reached down between our bodies and grabbed my dick that was aching
to be engulfed in her pussy.

I tugged her head down and kissed her
hard.

“Ride me,” I groaned into her.

She pulled away and grinned before kissing
me once again. She sat up and then turned around, rubbing the tip of my cock
against her slippery opening. I grabbed her hips and tugged her down,
submerging my dick in her wet pussy.

“Ah,” we groaned in unison as she bounced
up and down. Reverse cowgirl happened to be one of my favorite sex positions.
Aria was truly giving me everything I wanted.

I tugged her up and down, sliding my dick
through her pussy faster than ever. Then she pulled her legs tight against my
hips as I continued to thrust in and out of her.

“Oh my god,” she shrieked out in an orgasm
and shuddered. She continued to hold on to my legs as I burst about into my own
orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit!” I shouted, pulling
her off of me so I could shoot my cum all over us. When I was finished she fall
flat onto the couch next to me, unable to move a single muscle.

“Next time, my bed,” I said when I could
speak again. “It was supposed to be the bed tonight, but you walked in with
those tight jeans of yours and I couldn’t help myself.”

“I don’t think a bed would make any
difference.”

“You’ll be surprised Aria.” She looked so
serene, lying naked in my office sofa. “I’ll show you just what your body is
capable of.”

Then I pulled her into my arms and we both
slowly fell asleep.

Chapter
5

Aria

“He sounds amazing, Aria!” Stacey said the
next morning when I went home. “Swoon, baby, swoon. Can’t even imagine how you
feel.”

“Amazing.” I hadn’t been able to wipe the
huge grin off my face no matter how hard I tried.

“You already said that,” Stacey chuckled.
“Like about five hundred times. In the last hour.”

“I know. But you don’t understand. He’s
so—“

“Amazing?” she offered.

“Yes. And sexy. Did I tell you he’s
getting my paper published?”

“Yep. More than once. And I’ll have to
butt in here and remind you that you got your paper published. He simply geared
it towards the right direction.”

“But it wouldn’t have happened without
him.” I sounded way more defensive than I had intended. “And he even helped me
research it. You know how confident I am about my work, Stace. Not at all. I
would never submit my work to an influential journal. I kind of owe him a lot.”

“I’m sure he thinks you don’t, since you
seem to be already returning favors,” she said and winked.

I hit her with a pillow. “Shut up, Stace.
And it’s more of a favor to me anyway.” Trying not to blush, I changed the
subject. “So what’s new with you, anyway?”

“Nothing in the scale of enthralling
romance with a handsome billionaire.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for completely
ignoring my attempt to change the subject.”

“You’re welcome, anytime. And you know I’m
just teasing, right? I am happy for you. I’ve never seen you this excited about
a guy in all the time I’ve known you. One might even say you’re in looove.”

I gasped. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Yeah, I don’t really think you are
either. I’ll probably know first since I know you better than you know
yourself. I am going to make a wild guess and say that you are beginning to
fall for him.”

“Yeah…I am so screwed,” I said, burying my
head underneath the pillow on the couch. Was I really beginning to fall for
him? I couldn’t be! I didn’t even know him very well. I mean I did, on
principal – I knew what he did for a living and I knew where he went to
college. I knew all these random facts about him. Me and every other girl in
the world with a magazine and internet access.
 

Plus everything he’d done for me since the
contract.

Zayden Sinclair was an absolute pleasure
to hang around. I could be myself with him, I realized to my own surprise. I
never pretended or put on a face; I always said the first thing that came to my
mind and he found my lame jokes funny, and enjoyed my company, just the way I
was. Being with Zayden – around Zayden – was comfortable, easy, and natural.
The fact that we seemed to get along so well was incredible given the
differences in our social status. Yet this did not seem to matter at all when
we were around each other. We were always just two people, enjoying each
other’s company, and no external factors about who he was and who I was seemed
to ever matter.

Stacey was right. I was falling for him. I
was in trouble.

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By the time I got to work that day, I was
still reeling thinking about Zayden and last night. Every customer and coworker
could sense my giddiness from a mile away, I was sure, and it didn’t bother me
at all. Every chance I got, I looked over at him through his glass doors,
feeling wonderful. There was nothing like watching Zayden hard at work. His
passion shone through the distance between us, and I had noticed that any time
he was frustrated, he would screw his nose in the most adorable way and crush
his stress ball. It made me wish I was his stress ball.

At some point I saw him loosen his tie in
what I assumed was frustration and I just wanted to go over and put my arms
around him, kissing his forehead. Unfortunately, we had an audience to worry
about. Things would be so much easier if we weren’t doing this in secret. At
the same time, I wasn’t sure Mrs. Brian’s judgmental looks were entirely
welcome, and I didn’t want people to think there was any favoritism going on.

Not that this affected my job in any way.
I still had the same shitty hours and the same shitty pay, and I was glad about
it. I wanted to earn any career advances I made; however, people loved to talk
and they would somehow manage to make me feel like I was getting special
treatment—like extra-long bathroom breaks or something.

But more importantly, I wasn’t sure Zayden
wanted to make our – I wasn’t sure what to call it, not relationship in any
case – dalliance public just yet. Or ever, I realized with a sinking feeling in
my heart. One of these evenings I would have to bring this up with him: yes, it
was a contract, and yes, I knew where this was supposed to go all along. But
things had obviously changed for me, and I wondered – and hoped more dearly
than I liked – that they had changed for him too. He had taken me out in
public, after all! And brought me a present from New York. Though that was
hardly saying something. I had yet to even see the inside of his apartment. He
had hinted a few times at taking me over there, but somehow we almost always
found ourselves confined to his office. I mean, to be fair, we had both always
been too eager to take each other’s clothes off the moment we were alone
together. Still. It would be nice if he asked. I would like to feel more like a
part of his life and get to know more about him like his family, friends,
hobbies, and all that jazz.