The Billionaire’s Wife (Part Two)(8)
Author: Ava Claire

I paused, chest pumping, dress half on and half off, hair wild and messy. Jacob’s shirt was missing a few buttons, his face flushed, his pants snug as his cock pierced through the fabric.

“Are we okay?”

He stood before me, his lips rounding into a sensual smile. He reached out and freed my hair from its lopsided bun. Traced my jawline with his fingertips. He fingered the material of my dress and slowly pulled it the rest of the way over my shoulders, down over my breasts and further still. He was so close to my core, my lack of panties reveled and appreciated the pleased rumble at the back of his throat.

“I could say that we’re okay. Tell you all the ways I love and want you, but I’d much rather show you.”

Oh God.

My dress was at my ankles, restricting my movement but I was just wide enough that I could feel just how wet I was. Feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. The electric sensation when his fingers slipped inside of me. I was enslaved to his touch. He moved inside me, deeper, harder until I clung to him. Needing more of this. More of him.

I tried to step out of my dress, but he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. His fingers were still inside me, his eyes filled with so much love, so much passion. His gaze was as intimate, as visceral as him being inside of me, pumping and stretching and overwhelming me.

I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and raked my way down his arms. I tore his shirt off the rest of the way. I felt so alive, so desperate to have no secrets, no space, no clothing between us.

He pulled from me, cupping my face with his lust drenched fingers. “I need to be inside you,” he said thickly. “Right here. Right now.”

I stepped out of my dress and kicked it aside. “Then take me.”

He ripped open his fly, the thick, veiny length of him rock hard and ready. I ached for him inside me. He gripped one of my legs, opening my body for him.

He braced himself against the wall, looking at me like I was the beginning and end of everything. Like he was saved and doomed all at once. “The only thing that can destroy me is you, Leila. Losing you, losing your love-”

“I’m right here, Jacob,” I said breathlessly. Every part of me was his, from the top of my head to my toes. “I’m yours.”

I half straddled him, one leg in his grip, the other on the ground. He lifted me up, his fingertips gripping my ass for dear life as he rocked into me. Deep, furious, and up against the wall because we couldn’t wait one more moment to be together.

I clutched him with my hands. With my body. It was so much pleasure, too much pleasure to bear. I felt the nearness of my climax. It consumed me. It consumed him.

“Don’t stop,” I said breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.”

He buried his mouth in the nape of my neck. “Let go, Lay. I’ll catch you.”

So I did and the world exploded in a sea of color and lust. He filled me until I could take no more. My vision blurred and I was so out of control. Lost…and found.

He kissed me until I had no air left in my lungs.

He surrendered to me and I knew I was completely and hopelessly his.

Still relearning to breathe I looked up at him. He braced himself against the wall, the look on his face pure bliss. “You…that…”

“Was incredible,” I finished with a toothy grin.

“My favorite kind of dessert.” He ran a hand through his hair as he turned toward the kitchen, making me tremble all over again when I saw his perfect ass.

I bit my lip, feeling like I could go another round or four. “So, one could say that this whole dinner thing was in fact a great idea?”

He glanced back at me with a spark in his eyes. “One could.”

“And that I’m always right?”

“Don’t push your luck,” he grinned. “You’re always you, which is to say equal parts amazing, sexy, and maddening…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

ELEVEN

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Being the wife of a billionaire came with certain realities. I lived in a penthouse apartment with a priceless view of the city. As Jacob’s assistant I had a five figure clothing allowance, but now I had a black Visa card with no limit. Jacob made it clear that ‘mi private jet es su private jet’ and my problems switched from student loans to, what exotic location do I want to visit on our next trip?

Maybe it was because I grew up middle class that I remained grounded. I refused to let Jacob buy me a luxury car. I still carried my own bags and made it a point to not take any of this for granted.

Somehow, even though I looked the part and was married to wealth, I still felt like an outsider. And the rich and those employed by the rich saw right through me.

When I stepped inside of Jessica Lenoir’s building, I knew I was in for an afternoon of her attempting to exert her authority over me. It had nothing to do with the interior design of the place. My apartment building had the same marble statues, gallery style artwork hung on the walls, exquisite crown molding and attention to detail that came with the exorbitant rent. It wasn’t the doorman who all but asked for my social security number when I stepped up to the entrance. It was more than the cold once over the concierge gave me when I said my name. Jessica’s mind games kicked into overdrive when she made me wait in the lobby for half an hour without explanation. Like my time wasn’t valuable. Like the whole world stopped and turned on her whim.

Just as I was getting ready to cancel our appointment, my name rang out from near the concierge desk. I rolled my eyes, sure the concierge was about to whip out some policy on loitering. But there was another woman waiting. She was modelesque with skin the color of coffee.  Her hair was cropped short, accentuating her striking cheekbones. When she smiled, her whole face came alive. She wore a flowing dress that would have looked like a watercolor paper bag on anyone else but it was ethereal on her.

She strode over to me, extending her hand. “I’m Esther. I’d like to apologize on behalf of Ms. Lenoir. She had a meeting that was running late.” Her acorn shaped eyes narrowed as she dropped her volume. “That’s what she wanted me to tell you anyway. Between you and I, she was procrastinating and hoping if she made you wait long enough, you’d go away.”

I clenched my jaw. “I figured as much.” I rose to my feet, smoothing the front of my skirt. “So what changed her mind?”

“A desire to prove the world, and the board wrong,” Esther answered without missing a beat. “She’ll never admit this—I’m her assistant and I know her better than anyone—she can’t do this alone. She needs someone that’s not intimidated by her.” She smiled conspiratorially as she took me in. “And I can tell from the look on your face that you give as good as you get and you can steer her in the right direction.”