Most Eligible Billionaire CEO, page 18
Since I’m traveling light, I only brought two dresses with me. I select the turquoise maxi dress because it fits my petite and curvy frame. Ciara surprised me with this gift for my birthday a few years ago, since I was lamenting about how statuesque she looked in hers and how it was impossible to find anything so beautiful that would fit me. I slide into a pair of gold flat sandals to complete the look. When I’m done, I appraise the end result.
You clean up nicely, Sof.
Bryce was right. Mad Hatters is an incredible restaurant. We both feast on the best crab cakes I’ve ever had, and the sauté rock fish with dark n’ stormy sauce served with fried plantains leaves me begging for more.
That said, nothing prepared me for the rum soaked flambé bananas and coconut ice cream. I’m certain the culinary Gods must have prepared this outrageous dessert because I’m certain I heard angels sing when I tasted my first bite.
The meal is simply delectable and the service is irreproachable. It comes as no surprise Bryce knows the chef personally.
Bryce leans into the table and grabs my hand into his. “Did you enjoy your dinner?”
“It was amazing.”
“On the way to the house, I want to take you to a hidden spot that offers the best view on the island.”
“A better view than this breathtaking one?” I point.”
“I know it’s hard to believe, but yes.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Its beauty is indescribable.” He caresses my hand. “The first time I discovered that spot, I asked the client who had invited me to his island home to put me in touch with a local realtor to help me locate my own getaway home.”
Bryce parks on a clifftop.
He retracts the rooftop of his Jeep, and we’re able to stand inside his vehicle, our eyes lost in the horizon.
It’s that time of the day that reminds me of my many visits to the Louvre Museum when I lived in Paris.
The sky could’ve been painted by Monet, the ocean, the artist’s skilled brush stroke to add depth and moodiness to a masterpiece.
“I try to come here every day to watch the sunset when I’m on the island,” Bryce says.
I pull my attention away from Mother Nature’s canvas to the gorgeous man standing next to me. I tilt my head up. “I can see why. This is spectacular.”
“I don’t have time most days back home to even figure out if it’s morning or night because my days are so demanding, but when I come here, I’m reminded to slow down… and take in a tropical sunset or two.”
“This is paradise on earth.”
“I agree.” His gaze searches mine for a beat. “I’m happy you’re here with me, Sofia.”
He surprises me with his admission.
“I’m a lucky girl to be here with you.” I caress his cheek. “Thank you.”
He grabs my hand, brings it to his lips, and kisses it tenderly. “Let’s get back to the house before it gets too dark. I’m not a local and not used to the roads. I prefer not to drive when it’s not pitch black. We can finish what we started in my backyard.”
Even though we don't have far to go, I curse the distance between Bryce’s secret spot and his house.
Sitting in a hot tub under a sky twinkling with a zillion little stars is magical—
No. That’s not the right word.
This moment is like the fairy tale I never dared to believe in.
Before we slipped into the water, Bryce lit up a number of torches to add to the mood, and the gentle ocean breeze only intensifies the sultry ambience.
We’re interlaced in a hot, passionate embrace for a very long time until Bryce’s erection becomes impossible to ignore.
“Let’s get out of this hot tub and grab a quick outdoor shower.” He helps me out of the water.
The shower is as well designed as the rest of his tropical home. The raindrop showerhead is massive. According to Bryce, it dispenses enough water to cover both of us.
I can’t wait!
“I have to admit I’ve never sat in an outdoor hot tub before, nor have I ever taken a shower outside.”
“I can help you claim another first,” he whispers in my ear.
I pull away from him.
I bet the devilish glee in his blue eyes is a prelude of things to come.
I’ll bite.
“Which is?”
“I can fuck you right here and make you come so hard, they’ll hear you screaming in New York.”
“That’s a tall order.”
“One you know damn well I can deliver.”
Yes, he can.
“Let’s cross that one off your bucket list,” he says.
It was never on my list, but it is now.
He turns me around and grabs me in his arms, forcing me to straddle him. He kisses my neck with a voracious appetite, walking us towards his house.
“I thought you were going to fuck me outdoors? Aren’t you strong enough to hold me?”
“I’m strong enough. Trust me, I haven’t changed my mind. I dropped my pants on the couch in the living room as we were rushing to jump into the hot tub. I need you to grab a condom—”
“Why?”
“If I wrap my cock, I can last longer and make you come harder. Remember, they need to hear you all the way in New York.”
“We wouldn’t want to disappoint New York.”
“No, we wouldn’t.”
“Let’s go find a darn condom.”
I’m still wrapped around him like a koala bear when we enter his house. He grabs his pants from the floor and fishes for the condom.
“Rip it open with your teeth and see if you can slip it on while I still hold you in my arms.”
Ripping the packet open is child’s play. Putting a condom on a man’s cock while maneuvering with my arms behind my back and not being able to see what I’m doing… not so much.
“I don’t think my arms are long enough,” I say. “Either that, or your cock isn’t long enough.”
“Har har. Very funny. Keep trying, Sofia.”
Fine.
In my determination, I jerk my body, and cause Bryce to lose his balance. We both end up on the couch, laughing our heads off.
“There goes my career as a contortionist with Cirque du Soleil,” I say still laughing. “I’m crushed.” I toss the condom on the couch. We’re probably going to need another one.
“Why would you consider a career as a contortionist when you’re such a master at sucking my cock?”
“Sweet talker.” I kiss his cock from the base to his tip before sliding my tongue inside his hole to intensify his pleasure.
He moans.
I take him all in.
“Fuck,” he jerks his hips up, causing the tip of his cock to touch the back of my throat.
I gag, but that’s not enough to deter me.
I bob my head up and down, sucking him off like it’s my new mission in life.
As I grab his balls to force him to come in my mouth, he pulls my hair and drags my head back.
“That’s not part of the plan, beautiful. After I’m done eating you out, I want you to come all over my cock.”
Yes, please.
“Sit on the couch and spread them wide,” he commands.
I obey.
He holds my gaze as he caresses my thighs, “Is it okay if I have dessert at the same time as I eat you out?”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Instead of telling you, why don’t I show you.”
He gets up and struts towards the kitchen.
I appreciate the show, but I’m confused.
He rummages through his fridge.
What the fuck?
He actually wants to eat dessert?
I thought we were in the middle of sexy times.
He’s back with… huh?
“I have a bowl of fresh whipped cream,” he lifts one hand, “and an island banana,” he lifts the other. “I only broke the tip so I can use a bit of the flesh. It’s best if I keep the peel on.”
“I don’t follow.”
“I told you I was in the mood for some dessert. I have a craving for banana cream pie.” My frown deepens. “I’ll take some creative liberties and deviate from the recipe. For my take on the classic dessert, no plate or spoon are needed. I’m going to eat it right off your pussy.”
This is going to be kinky.
“Now sit back, relax, and let me do the work,” he orders.
He doesn't have to tell me twice.
He drops to his knees and places the small banana on the couch near me. He grabs a handful of the whipped cream and spreads it all over my breasts.
I gasp and my nipples pebble.
He leans forward and licks off all the whipped cream.
I lace my fingers in his hair.
He bites my nipple.
I yelp.
The other nipple receives the same treatment.
I bite my lower lip as a blissful sensation runs through my body.
He grabs another handful of the whipped cream. “Open wide.”
I do as I’m told.
He shoves it into my mouth.
His own mouth crashing against mine.
Jesus.
The coldness of the whipped cream followed by the warmth of his mouth is more than I can bear.
I moan in pleasure.
“You liked that?” he asks, pulling away from me.
“I did.”
He grabs another handful of whipped cream. I open my mouth, but that’s not what he has in mind. Bryce spreads it all over my pussy.
“Holy shit!”
Before I can blink, his mouth is on me.
He devours my pussy, alternating between licking the cream off and massaging my clit with his finger.
This new, kinky experience brings me on the verge of climaxing when he says, “Don’t come too fast. I still have the banana.”
“Where are you going to put the banana?”
He levels me with a dangerous stare. “Where do you think?”
“Oh.”
He grabs the small island banana, dips the exposed tip in the whipped cream.
He parts my pussy lips.
My eyes follow his every move.
He glides the banana back and forth over my throbbing clit like I would with one of my favorite sex toys.
“Good God!” I squirm on the couch.
“Stay still,” he commands.
I meet his gaze. “It’s impossible with what you’re doing to me.”
“If you want, I can stop. That means you don’t come.”
I frown.
“I should say, I won’t be the one to make you come. The choice is yours.”
“I’ll stay still.”
“I love it when we’re on the same page.”
He resumes his mission.
He adds more pressure with the banana, gliding it faster against my hard clit.
“This is too good,” I cry out.
“I knew you’d love it.”
Bryce picks up the pace.
My climax builds at my core.
He shoves two fingers inside my pussy and curls them, stroking that sensitive spot.
I yank my hips off the couch.
Bryce gets rid of the banana and closes his lips around my clit.
That’s all it takes to push me off the cliff.
I close my eyes. “Bry—”
I come so hard, I stop breathing.
I’m still floating on a cloud, and jerk when Bryce rubs the banana between my pussy lips.
My eyes fly open.
He’s peeled off half of the banana and dipped it in whipped cream.
Good God, this man’s mind is twisted in the best possible way.
“Open wide,” he commands. The lust I read in his blue eyes is intoxicating.
I do as I’m told.
“Eat your dessert.”
He pushes his homemade banana cream pie deeper and deeper into my mouth.
I swallow.
“Good girl.” That pantie-melting grin again. “I should say, dirty girl. My dirty girl.”
Yes. I’m your girl.
He licks the remainder of the whipped cream concoction off his fingers and stands up. “You need a shower.”
Before I have time to agree, he lifts me from the couch.
“Is this the part where you fuck me in the shower?”
“You might not be as excited when you find out what I have in store for you.” There’s a warning in his voice.
“What did I do?”
“There’s banana and whipped cream all over the place. I have to punish you for making such a mess in my living room.”
He can’t be serious. “But that was your idea.”
“You make me do crazy things. And for that reason, I have to punish you.”
“What kind of warped logic is that?”
“One that will make you come hard every fucking time.”
“In that case, that sounds logical to me.”
He chuckles. “I figured you’d see things my way.”
The warm breeze caresses my naked skin as he marches toward the outdoor shower with my body wrapped around his. Each time I’m with Bryce, he pushes me past my sexual boundaries in ways I never thought possible.
He drops me to my feet, turns on the water, and adjusts the temperature.
The garden is illuminated, but the high walls will shield us from neighbors. As for grunts, groans, and cries of ecstasy, I’m sure they’ll figure out what we’re up to.
Hopefully his neighbors are either out or they’re heavy sleepers.
He lifts me in his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He moves us closer to the tile shower wall. “Rest your back against it.”
“Okay.”
“Hold on tight for the ride.”
“When you say things like that, it scares me. It’s as if you’re going to drive through me like a military truck.”
Bryce chuckles. “And remember, they have to hear you all the way in New York.”
I shake my head.
With a growl, Bryce thrusts into me.
I gasp when my lower back hits the wall.
“Jesus Christ, your pussy feels so fucking— Shit!”
“Wh—what is it?”
“I forgot to put a condom on to last longer.”
“Do you want to pull out?”
“Fuck no.”
He mashes my lips with his, as he rocks back-and-forth between my legs.
“I can’t believe I went without this pussy for nearly three weeks,” he says, pulling his lips away from mine. “That’s just not right.”
“I agree. It’s all sorts of wrong.”
“Damn right it is.”
Even under the night sky, I notice when his expression changes.
Bryce wraps his hand around my neck, forcing the back of my head to touch the wall.
I gasp. “Ah!”
The pressure of his grip tightens with each thrust as he pounds me.
“You’re such a good little submissive.”
The feeling of being choked as he slides his cock in and out of me is fifty shades of naughty. In this position, he dominates me.
His carnal hunger is off the charts.
The intensity of the moment could rival a volcano just before it erupts.
“You take what I give you like a good little girl.”
I can’t speak. I can only blink.
“Jesus, Sofia. You’re fucking perfect.”
His words nearly make me cry. No other man has ever said anything like that to me before.
This man…
“Goddammit.” He lets go of my throat. “Your pussy is like a drug.”
I take in a long lungful of air before yanking my body closer to his, my lips flirting with his earlobe. “I bet you’re too tired to make me come twice back-to-back.”
He lets out a growl that could’ve come from a grizzly bear.
He shifts my body so my legs dangle over his folded arms. “Challenge accepted.”
What have I done?
If I thought he was fucking me hard before, I was wrong.
My dare ignites the beast in him. Each thrust is more violent than the other.
I swear, he’s going to nail me to this tile wall.
My parted legs stretch open my pussy. Bryce doesn't need to use his hands. Neither do I. The friction of his body is all it takes to make me see stars.
“Oh, oh, oh.” I chant.
“Louder, baby. New York can’t hear you.”
He pins me to the wall, and he’s frantic.
I swear my pussy is turning inside out, the friction so mind-blowingly sensational.
“Fuck yeah,” he says and that’s it…
I clench my pussy hard around the massive cock pounding into me, and I come, and I come, and I come. “OH, OH, OHHHHHHHH…”
“Much better,” he says, pausing on the out thrust, “I’m sure even the Statue of Liberty is blushing.”
Bryce digs his fingers into my ass and with one last punishing thrust, he comes, pouring his warm release deep inside my pussy. “God!”
Outdoors sex is ah-mazing.
“For the record, don’t challenge me or else you’ll get it, Sofia.” His breathing is labored. “Had you defied me to make you come four times, I would’ve.”
Noted.
Chapter 20
Sofia
The three days in Bermuda with Bryce were a dream. The only problem is we’re back in New York. I say problem because unless Bryce keeps booking me, I’m not sure how things will unfold between us.
I still have a mountain of debt. Finding a more conventional job is an option, but it’ll take me two lifetimes before I’m able to dig myself out of the hole my former business partner put me in if I earn a normal salary. The crooked asshole ruined my life and took away my freedom of choice.
This Pretty Woman gig was supposed to be my lifeline. I went into it for the money, now it’s the thing that could come between Bryce and me. And it puts me in a precarious place since falling for a client is against Todd’s cardinal rules.
Fuck my life.
Bryce reaches for my hand and clasps it with his large one.
The contact puts an end to my rumination. I pull my attention away from the window of the chauffeured car I’ve been staring at for a while and meet his blue eyes.
