Marrying the Millionaire (18 page)

Sitting on her tired rear
with bubbles floating around her neck, she lolled her head back
against the curb on the tub and sank further into the warm water.
Inhaling the sweet flavor of the bubble bath and enjoying the feel
of the hot water soaking into her flesh, Kayla closed her eyes.
Mmm. The hot bath felt so good. All she needed to make it feel
better was a man. But not just any man—Richmond.
Richmond. Oh, fine Richmond.

Seeing him naked had left a
burning imprint on her. When she’d seen his bare erection yesterday
while coming out of the closet of his room, he’d looked so
big.
Gigantic.
His penis had to be at least ten or more inches.

Getting heated from thinking about
Richmond’s rod, Kayla’s tongue involuntarily glided over her lips.
Keeping her eyes closed, she eased her hand over her hairy sex and
spread her legs wide. Thinking about Richmond’s tool inserting her,
using her fingers, she plucked at her tingling clitoris.

Ahhh
, a light whimper cooed from her throat. Tweaking the hard
bud repeatedly with her fingers, she moaned hoarsely. Oh, Richmond.
He was probably so good in bed. His tongue looked long, like it’d
lick her into a satisfying orgasm.

Aroused out of her mind, need pooled
in Kayla’s core. And she needed more. She needed something hard
inside her. Opening her eyes, she pressed the button on tub and the
jets came on. God. Hopefully, one day she’d find her a man and
wouldn’t have to resort to masturbation so much, she thought,
scooting on her behind closer to the jet.

Needing to release the dull ache at
her entrance, Kayla threw her legs up on the sides of the garden
tub and arched her sex into the powerful jet stream. Water shooting
at rapid speed shot between her opened legs, scraping her pea and
her G-spot.

Bucking against the stream
of water sprouting from the powerful jet, her own husky grunts
assailed her ears. Pulses throbbed at her sensitive nerve bundle.
Nibbling her bottom lip, she reached between her legs and pinched
her clitoris.
Oh, this feels so good. I
need this. I need Richmond to make love to me. His shaft was so
long. The dark head of his erection was so plump.
Intense pleasure shot through Kayla’s veins the
closer she got to an orgasm.

“
YOUR DESTINATION IS ON
THE right,” the voice on the GPS confirmed. Positioned behind the
steering wheel of his Range Rover, Richmond pulled into the
driveway of Kayla’s home and parked next to her red, raggedy truck.
He felt absolutely lousy for the way he’d treated her earlier and
definitely owed her an apology. Thank God his mother could watch
Isabelle for a little while so he could make an appearance at her
home and apologize face to face.

Walking along the short
length of the driveway toward the front porch, he wondered if maybe
he should’ve just called instead of showing up uninvited like this.
No, the apology needed to be handled in person and before she
arrived at work tomorrow. After the way he’d behaved earlier, it
wouldn’t surprise him if Kayla quit working for him. If she did,
it’d devastate Isabelle. Hoping she wouldn’t quit on him, he
cursed.
I’ve got to make things right with
Kayla.

Anxious to apologize, Richmond mounted
the steps to the porch. The worn wooden planks, in obvious need of
urgent replacing, squeaked beneath his shoes. Standing on her
porch, he pressed the button to the doorbell, but didn’t hear it
ring. Perhaps it was broken. Waiting for Kayla to answer the door,
flying wasps encircled the light bulb in the ceiling. Jeez, she
sure was taking a long time to answer.

Tired of waiting, he gripped the
handle of the screen door, pulled it open, and pounded his fist on
the front door. “Kayla. It’s me, Richmond. I need to talk to you—”
The hard pounds from his balled fist caused the door to crack open.
“Kayla.” He inched his head between the door and the frame and
peeped around her living room. It was empty. “Kayla. It’s me,
Richmond.”

When she didn’t answer, he became
worried. He pushed the door all the way open, stepped over the
threshold, and fully entered. “Anybody home?!” Remembering how
Salina had been all alone when someone had entered his house and
murdered her, his heart drummed inside his tight chest.

Oh God. What if something had happened
to Kayla? “Kayla!” Tidal waves of concern made him shudder.
Instinctively, he hastened down the narrow hallway, rounded the
corner, and ended up in what looked like a master
bedroom.

Standing in the center of the room,
breathing raggedy, he heard moans coming from way of the bathroom.
“Oh yes! Richmond!” Hearing his name, he hastened toward the
bathroom and burst through the door. What he saw sent his pulse
skyrocketing.

Kayla’s eyes were closed.
Her legs were up on the sides of the tub. Bucking her hips in the
water while fondling her sex, she was screaming out his name, over
and over.
And I thought I was bad last
night,
Richmond thought,
folding his arms across his chest while watching
the show.

When Kayla brought her breast up to
her mouth and sucked her nipple, Richmond’s shaft turned harder
than stone inside his pants. Keeping her eyes shut, she let her
entire boob fall from her mouth. Moaning, she squeezed her eyes
tighter and screamed his name. “Richmond!”

Watching her cum, his heart took a
perilous leap. “Yes, Kayla.”

Kayla’s eyes shot wide open. As her
head snapped sideways to look at him, her mouth dropped wide open.
Her cheeks flushed brownish-red. Shaking her head as if she’d seen
a ghost, she dunked her head under the water. Water sloshed the
side of the tub.

Richmond ran over to the tub, stuck
his hands into the water, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled
her up. Blinking sporadically, she gulped. “Oh my God! You’re
really here!”

Raking his gaze up and down Kayla’s
luscious, naked body, Richmond’s lips pulled into a grin. The dark
nipples of her brown, perky breasts puckered tight. As his balls
tightened with need, he lowered his gaze to her wet, hairy mound to
find it saturated with bubbles. Bubbles he wanted to lick from her
opening. “Yes, Kayla. I’m really here. I came here to apologize
about how rude I was to you earlier today. However, if you’d like,
I’d love to finish what you started.” His member ached inside his
pants as it stretched a few inches.

Frowning, she slapped his hands away
from her shoulders and jumped out of the tub. Obviously embarrassed
because he’d walked in on her while she was masturbating to his
face, Kayla snatched the towel from the rack and wrapped it tight
around her body. “Did you ever think about ringing the doorbell?”
Narrowing her eyes, she huffed, then folded her arms across her
chest.

“
I did ring the doorbell.”
Seeing how flustered she was, Richmond bit back on the chuckle
threatening to erupt from his mouth.

With her dripping hair matted to her
head, she shrugged. “And?” Digging her nails into the white cotton
towel, she jutted her chin and pouted.

She has the most beautiful
lips. Lips I want to devour. And suck ‘til they’re raw.
“And I’m glad you didn’t answer.” Towering over
her, he dropped his head, putting his lips close to hers. “Because
if you had, I never would’ve known you wanted me just as much as
I,” he swallowed, “want…you.”

OH GOD, I FEEL SO
ashamed.
Heat rushed to Kayla's cheeks.
Dropping her head, embarrassment engulfed her. Richmond put a
finger under her chin, tilting her head back. “I'm so ashamed,”
Kayla admitted, just above a whisper.

Lust flared in Richmond’s chestnut
brown pupils. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Kayla. I’m
hesitant to tell you this. However, last night, while I was taking
a shower, I lifted my bathroom window and saw you standing in front
of the Jacuzzi. You were wearing a fitted lavender bathing suit.
The way the swimwear revealed the sexy curves of your body set my
soul on fire. Watching you relax in my Jacuzzi made me burn and
yearn. A hot longing for you threaded through my bones, and I
couldn’t take it. Like you, I ended up self-pleasuring
myself.”

Hearing him admit he’d masturbated
while thinking of her did little to ease the shame she still felt.
“You did?” She felt a lurch of excitement between her still burning
legs. Oh my, she wanted him. Bad. So Bad.

Drinking in his sexy gaze, she was
totally entranced by his compelling personage. Richmond clutched
her shoulders. “Yes, Kayla. I wanted to get between your legs and
make wild, burning love to you last night. Just like I want
to…right…now.” Electricity sparked his eyes, and his mouth crashed
into hers.

Moaning hoarsely, desire coursed
through her veins as his firm lips glided over her mouth. She
twined her arms behind the thick tendons of his neck. Fire shot to
the dull ache between her legs.

Groaning, Richmond thrashed his tongue
past Kayla’s probing lips and curled his tongue with hers. Oh my.
His tongue tasted heavenly, and minty.

Threading his fingers through her wet
hair, Richmond pressed his erection into her stomach and grinded it
into her navel. Electricity surged through her. Kissing him
feverishly, her hard nipples pressed against the cotton
towel.

Kneading her breast through the thick
fibers of the towel, Richmond’s hand traveled beneath the cloth,
then slinked up toward her tingly center. Moisture puddled at her
clenching entrance in heady anticipation of him touching her
there.

Rubbing his thumb over her nether
hairy lips, he inserted a finger in her opening and twirled. A
sharp sigh spurted from her mouth. “You’re soaked. And ready for
me,” he breathed the words into her mouth.

Circling her hips, her
walls clenched around his exploratory fingers, then sucked them in
deeper. Pressing a hard thumb to her clitoris, his fingers pumped
her vigorously, pushing her closer to the edge. He withdrew his
fingers from her slick entrance to cup her hot face.
No. No. No. Don’t stop. Please.

Pinning her with a sexy
stare, he jerked her off her feet, carried her to the sink, and
placed
her on the counter. He cupped her
neck and pulled it forward. “You’re so beautiful. Touch me.” His
invitation was a passionate challenge, hard to resist.

As she unbuttoned his jeans, Kayla
nervously bit her bottom lip. As he pulled his shirt over his head,
she slowly lowered his zipper. Keeping his gentle eyes linked to
hers, he rolled his jeans and underwear down his toned muscular
legs, freeing his erection.

Starting with his handsome
face, Kayla’s eyes traveled down over the cut muscles of his rock
solid chest, down his washboard abs, then paused.
Oh, dear Lord
. Her
stomach had stretch marks on them from when she’d had CJ, she
thought, ashamed of the permanent lines marking up her belly. She
had to force the ugly image of her stretch marks from her mind so
she could continue on with the fine man in front of her.

Lowering her gaze to his swollen
penis, Kayla gasped. Her skin prickled pleasurably. Veins bulged at
the sides of his swollen, dark erection. A deep groove circled
beneath the round, glorious head. Noticing slick pre-cum seeping
from his slit, jittery sensations pressed at her core. Water filled
her mouth.

Kicking his jeans and underwear across
the floor, arousal flickered inside his irises. Beholding his fiery
gaze, she curled her fingers around his massive erection. His
erection felt like a smoking pipe in her grip. Drawing in a deep
breath, he tensed. “Oh, Richmond. I don’t know if we should do
this.”

Running a callous hand up and down her
arm, he admitted, “Me either. If you want, we can stop. I don’t
want you to do anything you don’t want to, Kayla.” Trailing a
finger down her cheek, he thrust his hips, causing his pole to
vibrate in her grip.

Rocking his hips back and forth, his
plump mushroom head poked from the circular hole of her tight fist,
then plunged back down, then popped back up again. Seeing his hard
knob pop in and out of the circular opening of her squeezing fist,
heat rushed her, made her wetter. Fluid slid from her entrance down
between the crack of her butt.