How To Catch A Billionaire(17)
Author: Helen Cooper

“Yup.” I grin back at him in excitement and press play. “Hey hey you you, I don’t want your boyfriend.” I start singing along to the words of my favorite Avril Lavigne song and start doing a cheerleading dance I’d seen in a movie. I was huffing and puffing and raising my legs as I danced around and saw Harry looking at me with a dazed expression. “Don’t you like this song?” I asked him.

“It’s not the song.” He paused and bit his lip; he looked like he was trying not to laugh. “But you don’t know the lyrics very well and I’m not sure what kind of dance that is.”

“It’s a dance I learnt for auditions.” I pouted at him with my hands on my hips, all my dance moves forgotten.

“Honey, that is not the sort of dance I was expecting.” He grinned at me and winked. I groaned as I realized he was expecting some sort of lap dance.

“You’re gross.” I pointed at him.

“Well if you promise a man a lap dance….” His voice trailed off as he stared at me glaring at him.

“I didn’t promise you a lap dance.” I wiped the sweat off of my face. “I’m hot, can you turn the A/C on please?”

“Maybe you should change?”

“Into what?” I pouted.

“I have a pair of shorts and a t-shirt you can wear.”

“One of your older women’s?” I say smartly.

“No.” He laughs. “One of mine. You’ll be more comfortable.”

“But I need to go home.”

“You can stay the night, Sarah.” He held up his fingers. “I promise not to have my wicked way with you.”

“Uh huh.”

“Again.” He grins.

“See!” I shout at him. “You just want to have sex with me again.”

“No Sarah, that’s not the only reason you are here.” He smiles seductively at me and I want to rip his boxer shorts off. “I promise no sex will be had tonight unless…”

“Unless what?” I look at him through slanted eyes.

“Unless you beg me.” He grins.

“Yeah, you wish. Not going to happen.” I smile at him and walk over and run my hands down his chest. “Not going to happen at all.”

Harry stared into my eyes and looked at me intently. I could see that he was turned on and it made me feel sexy and powerful. He caught my hand as I pinched his nipple and drew it up to his mouth. He took my pinky finger and pushed it into his mouth and sucked on it. I stared into his eyes, breathing deeply and I felt my pu**y get moist. Finally, he let my finger go and stood up. “We’ll see Sarah. We’ll see.” He walked away from me to his bedroom and I threw one of his throw pillows at his back. He just laughed and continued walking.

Chapter 9

“Everything fit okay?” Harry questioned me as I walked out of his room with one of his white t-shirts on. I decided not to put on the boxer shorts because the t-shirt was pretty long on me and I wanted to tease him for getting me worked up and walking away. I’ll show him, I thought.

“Yes, thanks.” I smiled at him and saw his eyes staring at my br**sts. I had decided to take my bra off and it was pretty obvious as I walked towards him as my br**sts were bouncing. I had contemplated taking my panties off as well but that would have given the game away too easily. “So, where were we?” I sat next to him on the couch and brought my legs up and tucked them under me. I saw him staring at my thigh where the t-shirt ended and I knew he was wondering whether or not I had any underwear on.

“You tell me, Sarah Jane?” His eyes caught mine and I gulped at the evident lust I saw there.

“So tell me about your parents, siblings?” I leaned back into the couch and tried to relax and ignore how close he was to me.

“Ok.” He adjusted his body so that he was lying down next to me on the couch facing me. “Is this ok?”

“Sure.” I smiled weakly. His lips were mere inches away from mine.

“So my parents are Donald and Daisy Green.”

“Wait, what?” I interrupted him with a laugh. “Donald and Daisy?”

“Yup.” His eyes were alight with humor.

“Like Donald and Daisy Duck?”

“Yes, Sarah.” He stared at me patiently as I burst out laughing again.

“Sorry,” I gasped as I regained control of myself. “You have to admit that that’s funny.”

“I guess so,” he smiled but his gaze was not on my face. I looked down and saw that my ni**les were pointing out of the t-shirt, obviously hard. I groaned inwardly at my body and its telltale sign of lust. I stretched and wiggled a bit so that my ni**les rubbed against his chest briefly. I saw him take an intake of breath and smiled.

“Ok, so we have your parents Donald and Daisy Green. What other family members will be there?” I gazed at him innocently and pretended not to notice his arm now nonchalantly placed on my hip.

“My grandparents will be there as well. Mickey and Minnie.” He looked at me seriously.

“What? No way?” I looked in him incredulously and saw him lying. “No fair.” I hit him on the arm and my body pushed into his.

“I’m joking my grandparents are Donald and Julie Green.”

“Ok, so your dad’s parents.”

“Yeah.” His voice was low and we just stared into each other’s eyes.

“Ok, so do they work for Zoom as well?”

“My grandfather started the company but he and my dad are both retired now, though they do sit on the board.”

“I see.” I felt his hand running up and down my leg and I adjusted my position.

“So what else do you want to know?” He ran his hand up my inner thigh and I jumped up.

“Uhm, I wanted to show you another dance.”

He groaned and sat up. “Not another cheer?”

“No.” I smiled at him seductively. “This one I think you’ll like.” I walked over to my phone that was still stuck on the speaker and selected an Usher song. I danced in beat with the music over to him and felt a thrill of excitement as he gazed at me. He had changed as well and was just sitting in his boxers and from what I could tell, he was starting to get aroused, the bulge hardening in his boxers was telling the truth. I shimmied over to him and stopped in front of him.

I turned my back to him and started gyrating my h*ps back and forth pulling my t-shirt up and back down again. I peeked over my shoulder and saw him staring at me intently so then I turned around to face him. I crawled onto the couch and straddled him while continuing to dance. He was definitely turned on; I could feel the hardness of his c**k against the wetness of my panties. I gyrated back and forth on him and swung my hair across his face and chest. I closed my eyes and pretended I was a stripper at an exclusive club in the backroom giving the lap dance of her life and started grinding into him hard. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath as I massaged my pu**y against his c**k and opened my eyes and smiled at him.