“I don’t like how much I liked it. I’m dangerously close to cutting this trip short to come back to Manhattan. I’m not sure how much longer I can go. I think I might be addicted to you.”
I felt his pain. Over the past two days, I’d constantly thought about him and our multiple sex sessions at his place. It had been distracting—something I welcomed given the drama of my ex lurking in the background; Vincent was a much needed diversion. But most of all, it made me realize how far I’d fallen for him in such a short time. It was frightening and thrilling—knowing he was feeling the same way about me made it less scary.
I had an idea.
“Maybe this will help,” I said as I placed Mr. Waddles on the far end of the desk away from me. I released my hair from its ponytail and let my locks drape around my shoulders. I shook my head to give my hair the voluminous and sexy look I’d seen in commercials. Then I smiled seductively at him.
He straightened in his chair. “You have my attention.”
I undid the top button of my shirt then the next two, enticing him with a view of my black bra beneath and an eyeful of scandalous cle**age. The nurturing side of me wanted to heal his pain.
“Mmmm,” he murmured.
“Like what you see?” I teased. His desire for me always gave me a thrill.
He nodded slowly. “I want to see more.”
I looked down at my chest. My br**sts were nearly fully exposed. For some odd reason, I’d thought the ample skin I was already showing would be enough for him. But Vincent wasn’t like any other men; I’d forgotten whose sex drive I was dealing with.
“I’m not sure,” I said, hesitantly.
He smiled wickedly. “Let me see those gorgeous tits.”
Showing cle**age was one thing, exposing full-on ni**les was another. I couldn’t help recalling a spate of stories in the media recently about a misbehaving senator sending naked pictures of himself to his mistress and those images getting leaked on the internet. I wasn’t a senator, but I still had a reputation I needed to protect. The bad part of the internet was anything that got on there would be around forever.
I glanced at my door handle. Riley was likely in dream land and even if she wasn’t, my door was still locked. I didn’t know how safe it was on Vincent’s end. “What if someone walks in on you? Or how do I know you’re not recording this? I don’t want my chest all over the internet.”
“I’m in my hotel room right now. No one’s coming in. Trust me, I’m not going to record this but every inch of your beautiful skin is going to be seared into my memory.” His finger touched his temple. “I’m going to keep the image of your luscious br**sts all to myself.”
“I don’t know. . . I’m not in the habit of doing internet camera shows. The idea makes me feel a little vulnerable.”
His brows narrowed into sharp lines. I knew that look. It was the same one he got whenever he was in the middle of conducting serious business. He was thinking. Hard.
“Here, I’ll expose myself. We’ll both do it. I’m trusting you not to record this. I have a lot to lose if this gets out.”
I thought about what the headlines would say: Billionaire exposes penis to wealth manager. Cock grows while stock shrinks.
Exposing himself was a huge risk for him, which demonstrated how much he wanted to see me naked. Even for a risk-taker like Vincent, I realized this kind of vulnerability meant a lot.
“Umm. . . okay I guess. You first,” I said, unsure whether he was bluffing or serious. If he didn’t do it, I wouldn’t either.
The corners of his lips curved upward. “A dare? I usually go by ‘ladies first’ but you’ve given me something to work with so I’ll make an exception.”
He aimed the camera down to his lap, where I saw the front of his slacks tented. He was hard already? Just from that small amount of skin I showed him? My belly fluttered at the sight of the bulging fabric. Was he really going to do this?
I watched with bated breath as one of his hands gripped the black belt at his waist while the other tugged on the silver buckle to loosen the tightness. The leather arched into his palm and with a controlled jerk he drew two elegant prongs from their fitted holes. He pulled the tapered end of the belt through the rigid frame of the buckle, the band first being resistant but then sliding easily, yielding to the demand of his fingers. A few more inches, and the belt wrapping his powerfully trim waist was freed. He released the two separated ends and let them hang lazily in his lap. He wasn’t exposed yet but I still felt the familiar tingles of excitement laced with arousal ripple through my body.
I marveled at how such a small gesture could inflame my senses. I wouldn’t have believed it if not for the pulsing between my thighs reminding me how turned on I was becoming.
His hands were working quickly and my mind and body needed time to catch up with each titillating movement.
Once he unhooked the clasp on his slacks, he moved his fingers to his fly and paused.
“I know how you like it slow,” he purred.
He slowly drew the zipper down and peeled the flaps of his pants back, exposing his dark boxer-briefs. Here it comes, I thought, my pulse beating quickly. He reached into the front opening, curled his fingers around the bulge hiding beneath, and pulled his c**k into plain view. He released his hand and it stood erect on its own, the bulbous tip staring back at me, flushed with anger.
My hand flew to the base of my neck and my breath caught. How could a c**k be so savage-looking and beautiful at once? And why was I getting so turned-on just by the sight of him?
I’d watched soft-core p**n on a few occasions. While it was nice, it never became a habit. I didn’t think the visual stimulation was strong enough. However, watching Vincent undress and touch himself could change that opinion.
He raised the camera back to his face. “Your turn, Kristen.”
I gulped. He’d followed through on his part so now I had to. I started to wish the glass of water I’d brought to my bedroom had been spiked with alcohol. Prickles ran across my skin. Was it getting hotter in here again?
Nervously, my hands moved to the next button on my shirt and were preparing to undo it when he interrupted me.
“Do it on the bed.”
Okay. . . sure. . .
Pliant to his command, I straightened from my chair and padded softly to the bed. I tried a few different seductive positions, but couldn’t figure out one that I felt was both comfortable and sexy. I’d never done this before and it turned out to be harder than I anticipated. “How do you want me?”