COLD INNOCENCE (snowed in with the billionaire #1) (billionaire erotic romance) (4 page)

“Business stuff,” Nathaniel said.

A thought hit Stephanie. “Why don’t I just
come work for you?”

Nathaniel laughed. He reached out and
touched Stephanie’s face again. He ran along her jaw and up to her
lips. “Oh, Steph, you already work for me. I command, you
obey.”

Nothing ever sounded hotter.
Ever.

Stephanie nodded.

She’d be anything for Nathaniel. They were
secluded, alone, winter’s fury outside. She needed this, needed
Nathaniel.

Plus, it was only for a weekend.

Nothing more.

Just a weekend.

Nothing more.

Stephanie tried to convince herself of that,
but Nathaniel’s eyes spoke otherwise.

(6)

Stephanie retreated to her room. The idea of
peace and quiet ended when Nathaniel entered his room and began
making phone calls. She couldn’t quite hear what he was saying but
there was the constant sound of his voice. Stephanie’s body could
make out the tone, knowing it was Nathaniel, and it drove her
wild.

She tingled everywhere…
everywhere.

As she opened her suitcase, she saw the pair
of warm pajamas she brought and an idea came to her.

The bathroom.

She looked up at the door and smiled.

It was perfect.

She would take a long, hot bath to let her
body calm and relax. Ease the stress out of herself and finally
come to terms with what was happening this weekend.

Stephanie took her cell phone and typed up a
quick email, copying everyone she could think of, explaining her
traveling mishaps. She ended it with stating she would be out of
contact until Monday but she was attaching her spreadsheets and
financial data, hoping that someone could look at it and give
feedback. She warned of power outages and loss of cell service.

When she sent the email, she confirmed it
was sent and then turned her cell phone off.

Just in case someone called.

She didn’t want to be called.

Or bothered.

She wanted to be alone, in a hot bath.

To think about Nathaniel.

No.

Not to do that. To be alone. By herself.
Alone.

Stephanie walked to the bathroom and then
inside. She closed the door and her fingers touched the lock.
However, she moved from the door, leaving it unlocked instead.

Just in case.

Just in case Nathaniel needed to quickly get
to her. In case of an emergency.

In case of an erotic emergency…

Stephanie turned the water on and let it
warm up. The sight and feel of the steam soothed Stephanie
instantly and in a matter of minutes the mirror fogged up. She
stripped herself of her clothing, leaving just her bra and panties
on. She looked to the unlocked door, her last chance at locking it.
A second later, her hands reached behind herself and unsnapped her
bra.

Once her bra and panties rested on the
bathroom floor, Stephanie stepped into the warm water. She quickly
submerged herself, enjoying the heat all over her body. It wasn’t
quite as hot as how her body felt near Nathaniel, but Stephanie had
an idea on how to fix that.

Her mind raced as much as her body. Her
heart pumped with wicked thuds and her fingers felt sexy and
frisky, her left hand reaching for the shower door. The door opened
towards the door of the bathroom. Stephanie closed the frosted door
enough so that she couldn’t see the bathroom door. It was a silly
gesture but one that made her a little bit more comfortable to take
care of something.

Herself.

Her left hand gripped the edge of the tub as
her right hand moved under water. When she touched her stomach, her
body shivered, her nipples becoming erect. They were tender and
throbbing with the air in the bathroom. Stephanie bent her legs and
lowered her chest into the water, her breasts floating but feeling
extra warm now.

She slid down her stomach and her eyes
watched through the clear water. As she opened her legs, she saw
the sexy folds between her legs and a moment later, her fingers
were there. Her middle finger took the quick lead, rubbing left to
right along the hood of her sex, curling just enough to expose her
sensitive clitoris. Self pleasure had become Stephanie’s only real
way of pleasure, but even then, it came few and far between.

As her finger moved down more, she moaned
quietly and thrust up, wanting her finger inside. The tip of her
finger rubbed her tender hole, teasing herself. Her middle finger
then reversed, coming up and beyond her sex, feeling her smooth
skin and then racing right back down. She touched everything and
continued the same pattern, the water gently splashing around her
hand. It felt amazing and knowing that Nathaniel was in the next
room over, on the phone, conducting business, made it that much
hotter.

For the first time in a long time, Stephanie
felt risky and naughty.

She could hear Nathaniel’s voice as though
he were there with her, calling her Steph. She really hated being
called that, but coming from Nathaniel, it had a sex appeal that
rolled off his tongue when he spoke it that just made it work.

Stephanie’s middle finger soon focused on
her sex, appreciating her welcoming body, appreciating herself. The
tip of her finger curled and started to penetrate and Stephanie
closed her eyes, fighting back a moan. Her toes curled and she
pushed, lifting her backside up. She gently rocked, wanting more,
needing more. As Stephanie hesitated, she knew she needed something
to distract the noise, just in case she cried out. Using her right
foot, she reached up and turned the water back on, just enough to
make noise. At that point she didn’t care if the bathroom flooded,
she needed to please herself and come. Without an orgasm, being
near Nathaniel would be nothing but pure, sexual torture.

The water ran, keeping noise in the bathroom
and hot water constantly flowing into the tub. Stephanie pressed
harder with her finger, sliding deeper into herself. As she felt
her own heat, her insides throbbing at her finger, she could only
picture Nathaniel. She wanted to share herself with him, if he
wanted it.

Her middle finger circled wide and dug
deeper, slowly working itself into a faster motion. Stephanie felt
her pointer finger wanting to enjoy some of the pleasure too,
pressing against her middle finger, trying to enter. Stephanie
didn’t allow it, liking it better to have one finger pleasuring and
one finger teasing. When she added her thumb next, rubbing around
her clitoris at first, that’s when the orgasmic pleasure started in
a hurry. After moving around her clitoris a few times, she ran
across it, then up, then down, and her thumb began a rhythm that
matched her fingers.

Everything came together now and Stephanie
gripped tight with her left hand on the edge of the tub. Her
fingers were in sync, her body tender and ready, her feet flat
against the bottom of the tub, lifting and lowering her body,
adding to the self pleasuring. For the first few minutes she kept
her eyes open, watching herself work. She breathed heavy, groaning
a few times, the water dancing around her. As the deep pleasure
started to mount, Stephanie put her head back and let out a long
moan. Her voice echoed up the walls and back down; she didn’t care.
She needed to finish. She needed to get the pleasure out. She
needed Nathaniel.

Stephanie closed her eyes, seeing him.

It was instant from there.

Her body tingling at the tip of climax. Her
fingers moving faster. Everything colliding together. Stephanie
lifted herself higher than ever, waiting for the orgasmic
explosion.

“Oh… Nathaniel,” she moaned.

“Oh… Steph.”

The voice slammed to her ears, instantly
telling her mind that she hadn’t imagined the voice. When she
opened her eyes and looked to her left, she saw the hazy outline of
Nathaniel standing next to the partially opened shower door. He
made the last two steps to come into full view, catching Stephanie
with her hand between her legs.

Her mouth fell open and while her mind tried
to think of a million things to say, she let her heart, her most
inner desire, speak for her.

“
Nathaniel… touch me…”

(7)

Nathaniel dropped to his knees, his sleeves
unbuttoned, rolled up twice. His blue silk tie hung loose from his
neck, the top button of his shirt undone. His face looked worn and
drawn but his eyes were alive, active, absorbing the erotic image
of his new find in a tub of hot water pleasuring herself. The small
details that Stephanie’s mind memorized amazed her as her body
still raged with need, her orgasm teetering, only needing something
like Nathaniel’s strong fingers to complete the task.

In a subtle move that would change
Stephanie’s feelings, the first thing Nathaniel did was touch her
left hand, still holding the edge of the tub. She looked at his
hand and moaned, waiting for the rest of him.

His left hand touched the water, sending
small ripples in all directions. By the time the ripples touched
Stephanie’s chin, the tips of Nathaniel’s fingers were at her
smooth skin, sliding down her tender mound towards her slit. He was
surprisingly gentle for a man who talked with such command and
demanded such the same. As he moved his hand sideways along the
inside of Stephanie’s legs, she felt all five of his fingers take
their turn running along her pussy. She cried out. Her right hand
slapped against the wall looking for something to hold onto. There
was nothing and Stephanie was left clawing at the sweating wall,
her hand sliding up and down.

“Oh, Steph,” Nathaniel whispered. “So soft…
warm…”

His pointer finger ran up her sex in a
hurry, turning at the right spot, at her clitoris. He pulled and
was gone. Stephanie growled under her breath.

“I need…”

Nathaniel shook his head. “I’ll tell you –
and show you – what you need.”

His finger came back down her sex, this time
entering her. It was a shock of pleasure that rolled through
Stephanie, exploding in all directions. Her toes curled as her
heels pressed to the bottom of the tub. Her left hand dug at the
side of the tub while her right hand still couldn’t find any luck
grabbing at the wall. Her mouth was open leaving a hopeless whimper
fluttering out as her breath ran short.

All from one finger.

Nathaniel pleasured Stephanie slowly, each
time pressing deeper, turning his finger, feeling her delicate
walls, working with her gentle thrusts, seeing a sense of innocence
in her, but knowing that a wild woman lay under it all.

And he knew how to crack Stephanie wide
open… to make her become his Steph.

As his finger continued its motion in and
out of Stephanie, his thumb started at her pubic area and with a
hard press, he ran from her smooth skin down to her clitoris.
Stephanie felt his thumb travel and when he pressed on her spot and
rubbed, just once, it all came together for her.

It was the orgasm she had been waiting for,
desperately, since she first looked into Nathaniel’s eyes all those
hours ago when the snow had just started to fall and the world
seemed a different place.

It rushed all over her body, a growing
warmth. Her breasts were achy and her muscles tense. Then in an
instant everything flowed directly between her legs. She was frozen
but Nathaniel wasn’t. His touching continued… his finger
penetration, his perfect thumb, the smell of his body as the steam
brought out small trickles of sweat on his forehead and neck,
forcing his cologne to have an extra kick to it.

He started to move hard at Stephanie now,
his arm going more into the water. She watched the color of his
sleeve taken as it became wet. He was uncaring, his eyes scanning
her amorous body. Not once did his stare or face change… he was
still the man in charge here.

Stephanie’s right hand was as desperate as
ever and she finally saw something she could grab onto.

Nathaniel’s tie.

It just dangled there, curling up on the
edge of the tub, an inch away from sliding and falling into the
water.

She didn’t care, she needed him.

Right now.

Her right hand gripped around the tie and
she pulled Nathaniel as her body suddenly found feeling and
strength, thrusting up at his hand, allowing his finger deeper into
her sex and his thumb to touch her harder.

Nathaniel came forward, his tie falling into
the water. Stephanie didn’t let up on her, wanting to taste his
lips as she came. Her orgasm was something she couldn’t remember
having… something lasting…

When Nathaniel kissed Stephanie, it was just
lips.

Lips to lips, one time, and then he pulled
away.

“Now there’s the Steph I wanted to see,” he
whispered with a little growl in his voice.

Stephanie moaned and left her mouth open for
Nathaniel’s enjoyment. When he came back, he offered his tongue and
Stephanie’s body melted again in the warm water, her orgasm raging
between her legs, and her mind screaming
Finally!

Her tongue tasted Nathaniel’s and she could
only sigh as he took complete control of their kiss. He was
everywhere all at once, tasting Stephanie’s tongue, mouth, and even
her lips. He licked her top lip then her bottom. He groaned for a
second and was back to her mouth. The kiss then grew hotter as
Nathaniel pushed at her, any thought of romance being shattered by
pure erotic need. As Stephanie started to move down, the water
rushed up to her chin and her ears. Nathaniel’s fingers were still
working their wild magic between her legs. She had since stopped
coming but that didn’t mean the pleasure stopped. And it certainly
didn’t mean she didn’t need to come again… and again…
and
again
…

She tried to open her mouth more to let out
a much needed cry of pleasure and relief but Nathaniel wouldn’t
allow. He pressed again at her with his sexy lips and the water
came up more. She felt it tickle her cheeks and then she was
underwater. Nathaniel came too, Stephanie still holding his tie
with force. The water tried to rush up her nose and she exhaled,
quickly losing air. Her eyes were shut and her body wanted to focus
on being under water with no air. Nathaniel’s tongue, lips, and
fingers were the only thing that mattered.