Everything He Desires

(Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #1)

by Thalia Frost
Copyright, 2012.
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 “You should totally go, Lacey.”
I sighed and threw Alma a look that
could kill. “I don't know, Alms. It's not
really my scene.”
“Who cares? You're my friend. I don't
have a date, and I want you to go with me.”
She grinned at me and shimmied into her
tenth red dress of the day.
“Alright, but you're the one who wanted
to bring along an unemployed loser. Wasn't
my idea. Just remember that.”
Alma rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Soon
to be employed. It's just a downturn, a run
of bad luck. That's all.”
“Yeah. I guess.” I wasn't convinced. My
bookkeeping skills were up to par, but my
company had downsized and out I went. I
was just another Millenial brat in need of a
good job.
“Oh, hey. Do you have something to
wear tonight?” Alma's brow scrunched,
and she scrutinized me. The shopping trip
had been all about her, and I was fine with
that. Clothes didn't interest me much.
“Yeah. I have a little black number that
will do just fine.” It was one I'd worn a
hundred times before, but what did it
matter? I couldn't afford a new one. I was
watching every penny these days.
“Good. I'll be by to pick you up at 7:00.
I'm getting this one. Let's go.” Alma jerked
her head toward the door, red dress in tow.
I slunk out of the dressing room behind
her, tucking my hair behind my ears. The
mirror had told me all I wanted to know
about how I was looking three months after
the layoff. Same shiny long brown hair,
worried blue eyes, no smile.
“Cheer up, Lacey. It's going to be fine. I
swear. Tonight will be fun. Open bar and
all that. You can't lose.” Alma grabbed my
arm, and I let her steer me to the car.
At least I could drink my troubles away.
****
“Oh my god, it's crowded in here.” I
struggled against the press of people at the
mansion.
“Well, it's Rock Weldon's place. What
do you expect?”
I yawned. “Who's that?”
Alma rolled her eyes as she always
does when I say something she thinks is
unbelievable or stupid. “I can't believe you
sometimes, you know that?”
I shrugged and grabbed a glass of
champagne from the nearest waiter. We'd
made our way into beyond the foyer.
“He's the head of Regal Enterprises.
You know, he's at the top of the food chain
where I work. The CEO, the big cheese
and so on.”
“Oh, I see.”
“I've only seen him in photos. I'm just an
editor. You know how it goes.” Alma
shrugged.
“I guess.”
“Oh, there's my manager. I need to speak
to him.” Alma hurried away.
“Dont...leave me,” I said and sighed.
She'd already gone and was nothing more
than a dot in a sea of dresses and tuxes. I
glanced up at the shimmering chandelier.
The place was gorgeous, but all I wanted
to do was find a corner to hide in for a
while with my drink.
A plate of shrimp sailed by via a waiter,
and I plucked a few of those and started
plotting my escape from the crowd.
I could see a staircase and beyond it, a
French door. Air. I needed air.
I raced toward it, cursing my three-inch
heels. I threw it open and found myself
alone on an ornate stone balcony of sorts.
The city lay before me. I gulped in oxygen,
fighting back tears.
At twenty-five I felt washed up, that
only a desert of regret and missed
opportunities lay before me.
“Hello. You must be the new intern.”
Through the haze of my tears, I slowly
turned. I wiped at my eyes and forced a
smile. Then my heart stopped for an
instant.
I had seen this man before on magazine
covers. Rock Weldon in the flesh.
Now I remembered who he was—the
owner of this place. His hair gleamed dark
and slick in the light, his jaw strong. The
most arresting feature about him, though,
was his eyes. I could tell they were clear
greenish even in the tepid moonlight.
“Uh.”
I couldn't force anything else out. I just
stood there with my mouth hanging open
like an idiot, staring at him.
He cocked his head, lifting an eyebrow.
I noticed his perfect body—lean and hard
in all the right places. The tux he was
wearing didn't hurt. It must have cost more
than my whole year's salary had.
 “Miss Phelps?”
“I think there's been—“
He held a hand up. “You're the woman
for the job.” His voice was a low growl
now, and he stepped closer to me.
I moved into the shadows, my heart
pounding so fast I thought my chest would
explode. “But I'm not Ms. Phelps.” I
choked the words out.
“Doesn't matter. You're the one I want,
and I think you'll find that when I want
something, I get it.”
“Oh.”
He pulled me behind a palm tree I hadn't
even noticed. We were in near darkness
now. The only sound was my breathing.
I wanted him to touch me, to do
whatever he wanted to do with me. I'd
never had a feeling like that about a man,
especially one I didn't know. He exuded
power and know how in a way I'd rarely
seen from anyone.
“Mr. Weldon?” A voice called from the
doorway.
“What?” He ground the word out,
glaring. He stood just inches from me.
“They need you for the introduction.”
“Dammit. I'm coming. I'll be there in a
second.”
“Alright, sir.” The voice was meek now.
The sound of the door shutting allowed
me to breathe again.
“What's your line of work?” He crossed
his arms, staring me down.
“Bookkeeping,” I managed to squeak
out.
 “Perfect. That's all I needed to know.
That's just the beginning of your duties for
me.” As he spoke, he bit his lip, and his
gaze traveled the length of my body and
back up.
I shivered in the warm night air.
“I have to go. Meet me here at midnight.
No excuses.” He whirled away and strode
off, the door closing as he went back
inside.
“My god.” I leaned against the palm tree
for support. What was that all about? Did
he really want me to do his bookkeeping?
Was I qualified?
I knew he wanted more from me than
that, and that I'd be there at midnight. Then
I realized he hadn't even asked my name.
****
“Where were you? You missed a great
speech,” Alma chirped, spearing cheese
with her little fork.
“I just needed some air.” We were
sitting on the couch now. The crowd had
already thinned out a little. Apparently,
some of the guests had only come to hear
Rock Weldon give his speech.
And was going to be working for him.
The thought blew me away.
“Yoohoo. Earth to Lacey.” Alma waved
her hand in front of my face.
“Sorry.”
“You're just not here, are you?” She
frowned.
“No, I am. Just a little distracted.”
“Well, why don't you meet someone I
think you'd like?” Alma's voice was
teasing.
 “I really don't think—”
“I do. He's not interested in me, but then
I'm not as gorgeous as you. He's Rock
Weldon's cousin and he's pretty high up in
the company.”
“Oh, oh no.” My heart leapt.
“What is with you?” Alma gave me a
suspicious look.
“Nothing. I'm just not sure I'm into
dating right now.” Definitely not the boss's
cousin.
“What can it hurt to say hello? He's over
there. Let's go.”
She dragged me up from the couch
toward a handsome man with brown hair,
not unlike Rock Weldon's. The crowd
parted.
“Hi, John. This is my friend Lacey Pate.
Lacey, John Weldon.”
 The man took my hand, half bowed over
it and kissed it. “Wonderful to meet you,” I
said, surprised my voice sounded halfway
normal.
His brown eyes danced with mirth. “The
pleasure is all mine.”
Across the room, someone else caught
my eye. Rock Weldon was staring at me,
and he didn't look happy. I froze up.
“Lacey,” Alma whispered and poked
me.
“What?”
She gave me a glare. I focused on John
Weldon again, but Rock's stare was
burning a hole through me.
“And what do you do, Ms. Pate?”
“I'm a bookkeeper, or I was.” Tiny little
lie there, but I wasn't totally sure I had a
job yet with his cousin, so no need to say I
did.
“I see.” His eyes narrowed.
“Yes, Lacey is looking for a job so if
you hear of anything, let me know.” Alma
grinned at me.
I wanted to fall through the floor.
“I'll do that. Can I have your
number...Lacey?” He took out his phone.
“Sure.” I recited it for him, glancing
Rock Weldon's way. He was gone.
A surge of disappointment ran through
me, and I realized I wanted this job as his
intern more than anything.
John grinned at me. “I'll be in contact. It
was nice meeting you, Lacey.”
“Likewise.” I smiled back, but my heart
wasn't in it. On any other night, I'd have
been thrilled to meet John Weldon, but not
tonight.
 “Well, we're going to mingle some
more.” Alma touched my arm.
“Yes, nice to meet you.” I nodded
toward John Weldon and turned away,
relieved.
“What is with you?” Alma demanded.
“He's hot! And you practically gave him
the brush off.” Her black eyes shot sparks
of anger at me.
“I'm sorry. My mind's just on other
things, I guess.” We headed toward the
punch table.
My watch read 10:35. The time seemed
to be passing in agonizing slowness.
“Other things? He's really nice, and
nothing like Rock. Rock's handsome and
wealthy, but he's something of a player or
so I've heard. Rumor is he's really kinky.”
“Oh.” My face grew hot.
 So that's what he wanted me for. Maybe.
One of his fantasies. Well, we'd see about
that. He might be devastatingly handsome,
but I could say no.
“My advice is, if John calls you, be
nice. You never know what might come of
it.” She winked and we settled into a
corner with our drinks.
After chatting with various workmates
of Alma's my nerves were on edge. All I
could think about was Rock Weldon. Was
he kinky? Kinkier than the fantasies that
had plagued me all my life of being owned,
of being cherished at the same time? Could
he be a womanizing pervert?
“You about ready to go?”
Alma's voice brought me back to myself.
I hadn't thought about that. I'd ridden with
her.
 “Uh, no. I think I'm going to stay a
while.”
“You are acting so weird.” She sighed.
“Are you sure?”
“I am.” I gave her a bright smile. “I think
I'd like to talk to John Weldon some
more.” I crossed my fingers behind my
back at the white lie.
“Oh. Okay, whatever. Glad you came
around.” She mock waved. “Ta ta. I want
all the gory details tomorrow, Lace.”
“Sure thing.” I grinned at her, relieved
she'd bought my lie, even as I felt terrible
for doing it.
I watched her disappear, and my nerves
jumped back to attention. I stole another
glance at my watch as I took a large
swallow of wine. 11:40. Twenty more
minutes. I scurried around till I found a
bathroom and locked myself into the stall,
trying to collect my wits.
The truth was, I was wet just thinking
about Rock Weldon and our meeting.
It's just work, I told myself. I was alone,
so I made my way out of the stall on shaky
legs and stood before the vanity. I redid my
lipstick—pale pink—and my face powder.
I'd always gone for a natural look, but I
still wanted to look my best. I frowned at
my dress. The scoop neck was becoming,
but I wished I'd worn something a bit more
daring. At least the heels were sexy and the
fishnet hose were eye catching.
A thought struck me as I was spraying on
a dash of perfume. Why did a billionaire
like Rock Weldon need a bookkeeper?
I shrugged at myself in the mirror and
smoothed my hair. I'd just have to find out.
The seconds ticked away on my watch. I
inhaled a deep breath. It was time.
****
The walk to the balcony took forever. It
was like walking under water. My breath
kept hitching, and I wondered if I'd faint.
Would he be waiting, or would he even
come?
He had to be playing with me. A man
like him could have any woman he wanted.
Why me? I was the wrong woman anyhow.
I hadn't even applied for a position with
his company.
Somehow, I made it to the balcony. I
wrenched open the French doors, trying to
keep my balance. I was trembling all over.
I stumbled to the railing. No one was out
there but me.
“I knew it,” I muttered. “He was playing
with me. I'll have to call a cab.” It was
12:03 by my watch. I bit my lip, upset with
myself at how much I'd wanted him to
show up.
Once a fool, always a fool. Other men
had played with me in the past, and I was
shy because of it. Alma knew it. She dated
regularly, but me? Hardly ever.
I gaze out onto the city lights and thought
of how small I was. No one a billionaire
would ever care about. And screw him. He
wasn't so hot as I remembered—but I knew
it was a lie. I clenched the railing. One
more minute, and I'd go. I wouldn't wait
here like a fool for him all night.
“You came.”
I gasped at the sound of his voice right
behind me, at the feel of his warm breath
against my neck.
“Don't turn around and don't speak.”
My pulse thundered in my ears, and my
body responded to him. My inner thighs
were slippery.
“I want to see if you can do as you're
told. That's what I'm looking for—a
woman who knows how to take orders,
who can help me run my business.” His
voice was a controlled whisper.
I nodded, unsure if he even wanted me
to do that. It was as if I were watching
myself from outside my body. All the
responses I'd thought of were useless now.
I wanted Rock Weldon, as ridiculous as
such an idea was for a woman like me. The
question was how far would I go to see
what he wanted?
“Do you trust me?”
I just swallowed.
“You can speak. I need to know what
type of person you are. Do you take things
on faith? Do you live by your gut like I do?
That's how I've made my fortune.” His lips
brushed my ear, and a shiver slammed
through me.
“I—I don't know you.”
“But do you trust me? I need you to do
that.” The voice was hard like an
unmoving stone.
“I'll try.”
“You'll have to do more than try. Show
me by letting me do what I desire to you.
The first moment I saw you out there, I
forgot about Ms. Phelps.” Rock chuckled.
“I didn't care who you were. I was going to
have you as my bookkeeper.”
The way he said the word made it sound
dirty, and my legs threatened to buckle.
“Steady there.” He touched me then,
pressing his body against mine. His
erection was smashed hard against my ass.
 Anyone could see us. I knew the party
wasn't over yet. My cheeks burned with
embarrassment and need.
As if he'd read my mind, he said, “I
don't care if people can see us. Your job is
to do what I say, when I say it—that is, if
you want the job. Understood?”
Somehow the words weren't unkind. His
tone was firm but gentle, and I wanted to
do what he asked, what he demanded.
I nodded, my head spinning with the
intoxicating scent of him, like cedar and
spices off a hot, dry desert. And I was
thirsty for him and for a job. But mostly for
him. I'd have done anything he said for free
at that moment.
His warm hand slithered up inside the
back of my dress. I had to stifle a cry. I
panted as he yanked my hose down past my
ass.
 “So what if they see?” He taunted me,
his tongue licking the shell of my ear.
I moaned softly, resisting the urge to
press against his hard cock.
He worked my panties down past my ass
with one hand. Rock was definitely
talented. He slid his hand under me and his
fingers were inside me.
I closed my eyes, feeling like I would
pass out as he explored my wet folds. His
fingers teased my clit as the others worked
inside me. Just as I found myself on the
edge of orgasm, my breath coming in quiet
gasps, he slowed the circular motion of his
fingers down.
“Not yet.”
I groaned, unable to stop myself.
“You're a good girl, aren't you?”
I bit my lip, pleasure zinging through me
as he started the slow circling of my clit
again with his finger, his other digits
sliding in and out of my pussy. I couldn't
hold back much longer.
“It's alright. You can come for me now.”
I whimpered. Stopping my orgasm
would have been impossible anyway. His
fingers moved in a fast rhythm, and I
reached my peek. I shouted softly, my
world exploding into little pieces.
His hand slowed, and he extricated it.
I grasped the balcony, feeling like I
would collapse. When was the last time I'd
had an orgasm like that?
Never.
He moved to my side. I couldn't look at
him.
“You follow directions well. You're
hired.”
 I stared at him then, my mouth open.
Hired for what? I couldn't form the words.
I was still dazed and out of breath. I
swallowed hard.
 “I guess I need to know your name for
tax purposes.” A small smile played about
his sensuous lips.
His eyes were definitely clear green.
“Lacey. Lacey Pate.” I whispered my
name.
“Congratulations, Lacey. We'll see how
long you last. Take the cab you find out
front and I'll send word of your first
assignment tomorrow.”
I just stood there as he walked back
inside.
****
Somehow I made it to the cab which
was waiting outside, just as he'd said it
would be. No one gave me any funny
looks, but my head swam at the thought of
what he'd done to me in plain sight, how
he'd touched me, and what I wanted him to
do to me now.
All the way home, I puzzled it out. Was
he serious? Or was this just something he
did to unattached women at parties to give
them a thrill?
I gave up trying to figure it out. I just
wouldn't get my hopes up. I'd continue on
with my life and not expect him to contact
me, even though he'd said he would.
When I got home, I slept like the dead,
in spite of how keyed up I'd been with
Rock Weldon.
****
Loud pounding on my apartment door
exploded into my consciousness. I
groaned, my hangover evident. I'd had
more wine than I thought, and then there
was Rock Weldon...
“Oh my god. Rock Weldon.” I leapt out
of bed, frantically searching for anything to
put on. Cotton shorts and a t-shirt were it.
“It can't be him,” I murmured.
Another knock came.
I ran to the door as quietly as I could
and looked out the peephole. Not Rock but
a man and a limousine in my driveway.
This could not be happening. I gulped
and eased the door open.
“Ms. Pate?” The man smiled.
“Yes?”
“I'm Rob Forrester, a driver for Mr.
Weldon.”
I clung to the door to keep from falling
down. “I see.”
He smiled as if I were a bit slow. “He's
here to fetch you. He's waiting in the
limousine. He said to grab your keys and a
few incidentals. Don't worry about
clothing and come along.”
I just stared at him.
“Miss?”
“Yes.” I looked at the limousine. I
couldn't see anything through the tinted
windows. Was Rock Weldon really in
there?
“Mr. Weldon doesn't like to be kept
waiting.”
“Oh, right.” I shut the door in Mr.
Forrester's face and scurried through my
small apartment. I grabbed an old suitcase
and threw a toothbrush, makeup, and a few
sets of clothing in it.
I just couldn't leave with nothing to
wear. After all, I had no idea where I was
going. I punched in Alma's number on my
phone, praying she'd pick up at work.
“Hey!”
 “Alma, can't talk now. Will you check
on the apartment for me in a few days if I
need you to?”
“Sure. Is everything okay?”
“Just fine.”
“You sound flustered.”
“I am, but I'm okay.”
“Alright. Take care of yourself where
ever you're going. And call me one way or
the other. I'm worried about you after last
night. You're acting so strangely.” Alma
sighed.
“I'm fine. Really. I'll call you soon.” I
pressed end and slid my feet into my
flipflops.
Here goes nothing.
I opened the front door. Mr. Forrester
was still waiting.
 “Right this way, Miss.” He grinned at
me, took my suitcase, and led me down the
steps and opened the back door of the
limo.
“Glad you decided to come, Lacey.”
Rock's voice was hard.
“Yes.” I cleared my throat and climbed
inside. He was sitting all the way over to
the left of the vehicle, his face turned
away.
“Ugly city, isn't it?” He didn't wait for
me to answer. “That's why I'm not sticking
around.”
I said nothing, wondering what he was
talking about. I didn't find San Francisco
ugly at all and wondered why he'd say such
a thing.
“You may speak now, you know.”
I said nothing. Tears threatened. What
was I doing?
“Lacey, I'm not harsh, but I do demand
that a job is done well if you take it. Here
are the terms if you agree on a formal
acceptance of the position as my personal
bookkeeper at Regal Industries.”
I found my voice. I didn't want to be
pushed around, handsome billionaire who
wanted me, or not. “Let's hear them.”
He grinned. “I like your style.” The
smile faded, and he was all business again.
“Number one. Our arrangement will last
for a year. Number two. Your salary will
be $100,000 per year.”
I made a gurgling sound in my throat.
What? Was he nuts? I didn't have enough
experience for that.
He held up a hand. “Hear me out.
Number three. Your main job is to please
me. That one's really important. It's the
biggest thing in keeping your job.”
I nodded, my palms slick. Three feet
divided us in the backseat. It seemed like a
gulf. I wanted to touch and taste him as
he'd done to me the night before.
“Number four. Whatever I tell you about
business...or other things,” his gaze slid
down my body, and I shivered, “stays
private. No exceptions.”
“I understand.”
“Good.” He flashed ultra-white teeth at
me and loosened his collar, unbuttoning the
top button and yanking at his tie. The
motion made heat prickle her spine.
“I think I can do that.”
He tipped his head. “There are a couple
more requirements to the job.”
“Oh.” I clasped my hands in my lap,
hoping he wouldn't see them trembling.
 “Number five. Your job will be
wherever I am. You're never to leave my
side, not for the whole year. If I'm in a city,
you're there, too. Your office will be next
to or in my office, and you will work.
Hard. For me.” He broke the words up like
lashes from a whip. “That sort of thing, and
I mean that very seriously.”
“Okay.” That was a little odd. Control
freak much?
“Good. And the last one. We're going to
Venice. We're leaving right now.”
“As in Italy? For a year?” I sounded
dumb even to myself, but I couldn't help it.
“Yes, now.”
“I need to do so many things.”
He waved a hand, dismissing all my
concerns. “It's now or never. Make your
choice. You have a few minutes to decide.
Other women would love this position, but
I choose you, Lacey.”
Indignation flared within me. Who did
he think he was? At the same time, I was
flattered.
“Come over here.” He crooked a finger
at me, and my body went tingly all over.
I hesitated for only a minute. I was going
with him. I might be insane, but who
wouldn't make the choice I was going to in
my situation?
I slid over to him, just inches away. His
scent made my head spin. I was reminded
of things old and new and of warm places
on dark nights.
“Take your shirt off.”
I bit my lip. “I can't do that.”
“I need a bookkeeper, someone I can
trust, Lacey. Is that you? Will you give
yourself to me, reveal yourself to me?”
“I don't know you.”
“I understand that, but surely you know
something of me at least from the papers.
Faith is part of the deal.”
I closed my eyes. “I don't know what to
do.”
“Yes. You do. You've already decided.”
He pulled me to him. I watched him
signal Mr. Forrester by pushing a button.
The limo lurched onto the road.
“Can he see us?” My lips were at his
throat where he held me against him.
“So what if he can, but the answer is no.
Whatever I want to happen, I make happen,
Lacey. You'll find that out.”
“I suppose you think I'm just another
person you can order around.” My voice
shook.
 “Hardly.” He hugged me closer to him.
My lips brushed his throat, and a buzz at
the contact shot through me. He was like a
drug.
Rock grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I
looked up at him. He crushed my mouth to
his, but it wasn't at all painful. His lips
were insistent. He nipped at my mouth and
parted my lips with his teeth and tongue.
“I don't do well not having a woman
around, Lacey—a woman who understands
my needs.”
I moaned as he brushed my lips again
with his, his hand against the small of my
back.
“What does bookkeeping really have to
do with this?” I gasped out when he let my
lips out of captivity.
“More than I'd like it to.” His voice was
grim, and he broke the embrace.
“I'm sorry if I said the wrong thing.”
He frowned and looked out the window.
The city sped by us.
We really were going to the airport and
to Venice. I still couldn't believe it.
“No apologizing. There are things going
on in the business. Believe me. I need your
hard work for me this year. Staying in
control is very important to me.” The
troubled look hadn't left his face when he
turned back to me. I wondered if he meant
more than just control in the boardroom. I
knew that he did. His business life and
private life were interconnected. He was a
man interested in power and maintaining it.
I'd always been passive and had never
engaged someone like him. Until now.
My gaze rested on his lap. I could see
his arousal, and I was burning up inside. I
stared at him through my lashes.
“Touch me, Lacey.”
I didn't move.
“You know what I mean. Let me have
what I want.”
Something inside me melted at those
words, and I wanted nothing more than to
give him what he wanted—whatever that
was.
I ran my hand against his trousers and
the rigid rod there. He sucked in a breath.
“Do it now. I need you.”
The urgency in his voice propelled me
on. I fumbled for the button on his pants,
nervous. He took my hand and guided me. I
pulled down his zipper, and his cock lay
there for me under silken underpants.
I squirmed against the seat, my own
arousal already painful.
“You never took your shirt off. Do it
now.” His tone brooked no argument, his
voice hoarse with need.
Need of me.
I took my hand away from his underwear
and slowly took my shirt off, unable to
meet his gaze. My breasts sprang free. I
hadn't had time to get a bra. I hadn't even
thought of it in the rush of things. I felt
exposed and hot. My nipples pebbled as he
studied them.
“Look at me, Lacey. I want to see you
look in my eyes—I can read you, you
know?”
I didn't answer, but I locked gazes with
him, and the raw desire in his eyes made
me shudder. I wondered if he could bring
me to orgasm just with that look.
 I wanted him to touch me. My breasts
ached for it.
“Take off your shorts now. Leave your
underwear on.”
My hands shook as I complied with his
command. I was glad I was wearing red
lacy panties, one of my nicest pairs that
only one other man had ever seen. They
were already soaking wet.
“Take it in your hands.”
Heat rose to my cheeks at how forward
he was. He didn't flinch as he said it.
I wondered how many times he'd done
this before, with how many women.
“Trust me.”
I nodded and pulled his underwear back,
freeing his cock. In my meager experience,
he was large. My hands shook.
 “Relax. I like you.” He tilted his head
and grinned.
That gave me courage. I leaned over
him.
“Put it between your tits.”
I closed my eyes, feeling myself go red
to the roots of my hair. I did what he asked,
and he moaned.
“That feels so good. I love your soft
tits.”
From seemingly out of nowhere, Rock
drizzled oil on his cock.
“Move up and down.” I did as he asked,
letting my mouth and tongue just catch the
top of his cock as my tits made a vise
around his rigid dick. His cock slid
between my breasts, over and over, and I
moaned, my arousal painful.
“Stop.”
 I let go of his cock, not wanting to.
“Lie down. Put your head on my lap.”
He spoke in short gasps, and I was pleased
to see how I'd affected him. He was rock
hard. I lay with my head near his cock and
spread my body out along the seat.
“Limos come in handy for this sort of
thing,” he said and laughed.
I laughed, too. Then he silenced me by
tangling his fingers in my hair with a
tenderness I couldn't believe was in a man
like him. He played with it, wrapping it
around his cock and stroking. Watching
him do that almost drove me mad.
“Your hair is so soft, Lacey. I'm going to
come on your face.”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself while I do.” He
grabbed his cock firmly, and I whimpered,
turning my head to flick my tongue against
it once.
I was putty in his hands.
He stroked his cock up and down,
staring deep into my eyes. I felt like he was
seeing all of me, every last bit, including
all my insecurities and failures.
I told myself it was just foreplay.
Nothing else.
I swallowed at how far afield my hopes
were already getting. That was dangerous
territory with a man who could take what
he wanted and then discard it. A man will
billions of dollars had no need of a woman
like me.
As if reading my mind as he'd done
earlier, he whispered, “touch your pussy.
Make yourself come.”
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed at the
feeling I saw in his eyes, the desire that
was all for me.
He pumped his cock harder as I opened
my eyes again and swirled my fingers over
my clit, sighing as my own pleasure built. I
imagined him inside of me, and my
movements grew frenzied.
“I love watching you.” He spoke in
gasps. “I'm going to come. Are you ready?
Come with me.” He wasn't making a
request. He was commanding.
I nodded. He released his seed on my
face with a shout. At the feel of the salty,
thick warmth on my lips, eyes, and cheeks,
I cried out with my own climax, my pussy
clenching over and over in waves.
He looked down at me for a minute and
smiled. “Well done.”
I thought of how I must look with his
cum on my face.
 “Let me wipe that for you. You're so
gorgeous, Lacey.” He mopped my face
gently with a fine, silk handkerchief he
pulled out of his pocket. He'd never taken
his shirt and sport coat off.
“Thank you.”
“I mean it. I hope you know that. You
will know that by the time I'm done with
you.” At this words, my stomach clenched.
Done with me? I was beginning to think
a year would never be long enough with
him.
“We just pulled up at the airport.” He
threw the handkerchief in a little bag near
his leg. “You have some new clothes
there.” He pointed at a compartment in the
middle of the row of seats in front of us.
“Thanks.”
“Hurry. We don't have much time.” His
jaw clenched, and I sensed his mood had
changed again.
“I will.” I jerked the shorts and top on,
and he dressed, too. The clothes fit me
perfectly and were much nicer than
anything I'd normally buy. I wondered how
he'd known my size.
Just as I was finished getting ready, his
cell phone rang.
He listened for a minute.
“Yeah. Right. Well, I'll deal with it
when I get to Venice. Don't call me again.”
He barked the last sentence into the phone
and jabbed a button.
“Everything okay?”
“Far from it, but you knew that already.
Let's go to Venice.” He gave me a cold
smile, and fear coiled in my belly. Would I
survive this year with a man so sexy and
volatile? Or was this all some kind of
joke?
I followed him out of the limo, ignoring
every man but him. Venice, here we come.

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