“You mean that I’m using you and manipulating you so you’ll do what I want?” I looked down my nose at her, and she stared down at her hands. “Absolutely not. I’d never do that to anyone. What a selfish and demeaning thing to do to a person. And no, I’m not flashing my money around to impress you. If you don’t like what you see, feel free to leave. I don’t use my money to gain attention. Who would ever want to be wanted only because of their monetary value?”
Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up at me. My words must have struck a nerve because her cheeks were flushed. “When you say it like that, it makes my question seem stupid.”
I leaned forward and clasped her hands in mine. “Not at all. You’re protecting your heart, and so is your friend. She sounds like a wonderful friend and you’re lucky to have her. I just need you to know I’m not that shallow.”
Haley nodded and blinked, and a tear trickled down her face. I hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings, though it was likely the fact that she was still under the influence of alcohol so she was more emotional than normal.
“Okay, your turn.” She swiped at her tears and blinked back the rest, then returned her hand to my grasp. “What do you want to ask me?”
“Well, I’d like to know if you enjoyed that night with me? I’d like to know if you feel like this is going somewhere.” I felt the atmosphere of the room change, and all it took was her expression softening.
Her mouth turned up at the corners and her head dipped as a smile stretched across her face. The mood lightened, and she looked back up at me, biting her lower lip. She didn’t speak for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts. A strand of her wavy hair fell across her eyes, but she didn’t move it. Instead, she looked up at me through her lashes and nodded.
“I enjoyed it very much. In fact, I think I’m developing feelings for you, but that seems really wrong since you’re my boss and I don’t want people to think that I’m just a tramp who is sleeping her way to the top.” When she tried to pull her hands away, I gripped them more firmly.
“Let them talk, Haley. I’m the boss. They don’t mean a thing to me other than a great company and a smooth-running news machine. Okay? If they don’t approve, they’ll move on and we’ll hire new writers and editors. The only thing that matters to me is what you think. If you can find your confidence in my disregard for their opinions, we can do this.”
Haley stared at me in shock, though she stopped trying to back away. “You really don’t care what they say?”
“I don’t. You know why?” She shook her head at me, and I continued. “Because I’m falling in love with you too, and no company, or gossip, or anything else should stand in the way of that. I’m too old to care what people think. I know what I want.” I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
“What do you want?” she asked timidly.
“I want you. And I want to see where this goes.” I cupped her cheek and turned her face upward, placing soft kisses on her lips.
“Me too,” she hummed, returning my kisses. She leaned into me, resting her hands on my chest as she did so. We kissed for a moment before she turned away. “You don’t think drunken sex is a mistake? I mean, the other night was so impulsive.”
“I think when something feels right, you enjoy it, and I have no intention of this just being more drunken sex. I really like you.” I hooked my hand around her lower back and pulled her hips toward me. “Now, should I stop this, or do you think we should go upstairs?”
“Definitely upstairs.” Haley kissed me again and shied away, standing up. I took her hand and led her out of the den and up the stairs. Her eyes took in everything, the expensive artwork and hand-crafted banisters. She looked out of place, but only because of her reaction. Haley fit in my life as much as any of the expensive material things I owned.
I opened the bedroom door and let her in, shutting it behind us. She seemed hesitant to enter, so I nudged her from behind. “Nervous?” I asked, shedding my robe and slippers.
“Uh, no… Just overwhelmed.” She moved farther into the room, peeling her jacket off as she walked. She tossed it on the end of my four-post bed. “I can’t believe you live like this. I thought that was for movie stars and professional athletes.”
She turned around to face me, and I chuckled as I advanced on her. The top she wore revealed more cleavage than I was used to seeing from her outfits, and I loved the tight-fitting jeans. It was the most casual I’d seen her dress, and now I wanted to see her undressed. I took hold of her waistband and undid the button. She watched me for a moment before helping by pulling her top off over her head.
Her delicious creamy skin called to me, and I couldn’t resist diving into her cleavage. I raked my teeth across the inside ofher left breast as I pushed her jeans and panties down over her hips, then sucked on her skin as she wriggled out of them. As I unhooked her bra strap, she pulled my shirt up my back, so I backed away and let her pull it off over my head.
“I have been craving this for more than a week,” she muttered as my lips returned to her skin, finding her nipple and sucking it. “Wow, yes, that feels amazing.” Her hands smoothed over my back, fingernails scratching me with each movement.
I pushed on her gently, and she fell backward onto the bed. She giggled as she landed, hands splayed to her sides as she watched me push my pajama pants and briefs down. My dick was already half-chub and eager to make her mine again, but she clicked her tongue at me.
“Ah, ah… No raincoat, no dip in the pool.” Her playful way of asking for a condom made me laugh.
“Is that what they call them now? Raincoats?” I reached to my nightstand drawer where I had a box of them and pulled one out.
“Well,” she said, scooting up toward the headboard over the disheveled mess of blankets, “I call them that sometimes. You think I’m a dork or something?”
I shrugged. “I guess they’ll make a movie about us, won’t they? They’ll call itBillionaire and the Dork.” I crawled across the mattress and kissed her knee, watching up at her face as I spread her legs.
“I hardly think I’m movie worthy.” She propped herself on her elbows as I kissed my way up her inner thigh.
“I’d want these scenes to be private, anyway—my eyes only.” I flicked my tongue across her clit and grinned as she twitched. “Unless you’d like to record them so we can watch them together later on…The Billionaire SexTapes, starring Haley Spencer.”
She snickered and lay back, lacing her fingers through my hair as I slid my tongue through her slit, already ripe withmoisture. The salty-sweet flavor of her juices teased my cock to a full erection, and I touched myself while I ate her, indulging in her soft moans of pleasure. She arched her hips upward, then down, her hands pulling at my hair.
“God, that’s amazing. Yeah… like that…”
