Page 35 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11

Friday

“No, that way,” I said with a laugh and helped Rob toward the guest room. We were both still drunk and now Rob kept complaining about his upset stomach. I wasn’t sure why that made him so bad at walking though. Or maybe I was the one that was bad at walking.

“But I want to sleep in your bed with Penny,” he said.

“No.” I wished Ian had come in to help me with Rob. But then Penny might have seen him and… Shit, Penny. “Shhhh,” I hissed. “You’re going to wake her up.”

“Good. Then I can ask her for a cuddle and to rub my tummy.”

“No,” I said more firmly. “You can’t cuddle Penny. She’s mine.”

“Well I wouldn’t have to snuggle in your girlfriend’s tits if you’d have let me speak to that beautiful angel at the bar.”

I laughed. “Next time, man.” I helped him sit down on the bed.

Rob burped really loudly.

“Do you need a trash can?” I asked. Not that I knew where one was in here.

“No.” He shook his head. “I told you…tacos go right through me. Not out this end.” He pointed to his mouth.

“Well the bathroom is right…”

“Penny showed me.” He burped again and lay back. “I really like her.”

Me too. I smiled. No, I didn’t just like her. I loved that girl. “Just let me know if you need anything else,” I said.

He yawned and closed his eyes. “I really missed you,” he said. “I didn’t like being cut out like that.”

I swallowed hard. “I know, Rob.” When I’d moved, I’d been so desperate for a fresh start that I iced out everyone.

But I’d missed him and my other friends.

I’d made a lot of mistakes in the past year, but losing touch with them was what I regretted most. Dr. Clark had even told me I shouldn’t distance myself from everyone.

But I’d just felt so…sick. Sick of myself. Sick in the head. Sick of living.

Rob started snoring.

“I’m sorry,” I said, even though I knew he wasn’t listening. “I’m just so fucking sorry about everything.” Rob always had my back. And I should have had his. I’d abandoned all my friends and I was a prick.

I tried to turn the lights off and missed the switch. I’m so plastered. I tried again and successfully turned off the lights. Take that, dumb lights. I stumbled out into the hallway and closed the door quietly. Sorry, Rob. About everything.

It was like all I knew how to do was fuck everything up.

Even tonight. Penny had specifically told me not to go see McCarty.

And I’d done the exact opposite. I was a selfish asshole.

All I ever did was hurt people. Dr. Clark had given me one task – to start talking things through as a team. And I couldn’t even do that.

I opened the bedroom door. I just wanted to go to bed. I wanted Penny in my arms even though I’d never deserve her. I pulled off my shirt and stumbled a little to the side and started laughing. "Shit," I mumbled as I almost fell over. I tossed my shirt into the middle of the floor.

"Are you okay?" Penny asked.

I turned to see her climbing out of bed. A bit of moonlight was shining through the curtains and she was practically glowing. Yeah, I’d never fucking deserve her. But I wanted to. I so badly wanted to be better.

"Hey, baby." I smiled.

"Do you want some help?"

"God you're beautiful." I put my hand on the side of her face. "I missed you tonight."

"I missed you." She smiled up at me.

"You're really, really beautiful, Penny." All she was wearing was one of my old t-shirts and she looked like a goddess. I was scared to blink because I was worried she’d just disappear. Poof. Gone. Like anything good I was ever given.

"You've already said that."

Had I? God, I really was drunk. I laughed and then looked past her at the bed. "Oh, shit, did I wake you up? I thought I was being really quiet."

Penny laughed. "You weren't being quiet at all.” She reached down and unhinged my belt for me and slowly pulled it out of my belt loops. “I heard you guys laughing. You scared me. I thought someone had broken in or something."

I couldn’t help but laugh again. No one was ever breaking into this apartment again. It wasn’t possible. "No. No, no, it's just me. It's just me, baby." My eyes dropped to her lips. "I'm glad you're awake, though."

She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans for me. "You're drunk. You should probably get some sleep."

"I don't want to sleep. I missed you. I want you. I've been waiting to have you all day." All I wanted to do was touch her. Instead, I ran my fingers through my hair because I knew how much she liked it.

Her eyes followed the path of my hand. "It's the middle of the night,” she said.

But I had her right where I wanted her. It was all over her face. I had all this guilt wrapped around my chest. And I just wanted to feel in control again.

"You told my brother that I like to spank you,” I said. “But you didn't tell him how much you like it. How wet you get just thinking about it. You like getting punished. And if I recall, you were very, very bad today."

She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and slowly peeled it off.

My eyes landed on her exposed breasts. But she immediately turned around, placed her hands on the mattress, and arched her back.

Good girl. She always knew how to give me exactly what I needed. I could have stood there all night staring at her in the moonlight. But her perfect ass was calling for my attention. I grabbed the sides of her underwear, pushed it down her thighs, and spanked her hard.

She moaned.

My chest still felt tight. "That was for going to your dorm room instead of coming to me when you were upset." I wasn’t just angry at myself. I was angry at her too. She was just as bad at being a team as I was. She never fucking listened.

I spanked her even harder. "And for talking to the reporters."

She moaned again.

I spanked her again. "And for flirting with Rob."

"I wasn't flirting with Rob."

I spanked her again. "And for talking back." My red handprint on her ass and her wetness dripping down the inside of her thigh had me so fucking hard. I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy.

Her sharp inhale made me even harder.

"You're so wet. I think you like this even more than I do. And trust me, I'm enjoying myself." I leaned forward slightly, pressing my erection against her ass.

She moved her legs even farther apart, begging me to take her. "Professor Hunter, please."

"Fuck, I love when you call me that." I spanked her even harder than before. "And that was for rejecting my proposal."

"I do want to marry you. Ask me again right now. I'll say yes. A thousand times yes."

It was a little too late for that. She’d already said no. And there was the tightness in my chest again. I rubbed my palm gently across her sore ass cheek. "This is mine."

She shivered from my touch. "Of course."

"You said no to me." I kept my hand on her ass. "I don't like when you say no to me." I grabbed her hips and thrust my hard cock deep inside of her. I groaned and dug my fingers into her hips. "I really don't like when you say no to me," I said again.

"I'm sorry."

Me too, baby. For everything. I grabbed a fistful of her red hair and pulled her head back, making her arch her back even more. "God, you're so beautiful."

"You're so drunk,” she said with a laugh. Her laughter made her cunt grip me even tighter.

"Fuck, that feels good."

"What?"

"When you laugh." I reached around her waist and tickled her stomach.

She started laughing again, clenching around me.

Fuck, Penny.

"James, stop. I can't breathe!" she said through her fits of laughter.

I groaned and pulled out of her. "I think I just found my new favorite punishment."

"No, please don't tickle me!" She laughed and climbed onto the bed, crawling away from me.

She knew perfectly well that I only liked it when she crawled toward me.

I climbed onto the bed after her. "I never realized how ticklish you were." I reached out for her.

She squealed and tried to move away from my hands.

But I easily grabbed her ankle, holding her down as I climbed on top of her.

I grabbed her hands and pinned them to the mattress above her head.

Her chest heaved up and down, her nipples begging for my attention.

Now this was how I preferred her. Completely at my mercy.

"Okay, you win!” she said. “I surrender."

I smiled down at her. Well, if she was surrendering… I let go of her hands and lifted her hips, sinking myself deep inside of her again. How was she still this fucking tight after I stretched her out?

"Professor Hunter," she moaned.

This is what made all the shit we’d been through the past few days worth it.

The way she said my name. The way she touched me.

The way she looked at me. The way she made me feel.

I loved the way she made me feel. Like she worshipped me.

Like I was everything to her. Like maybe I was good enough. Like I wasn’t a complete fuckup.

I leaned over top of her and kissed her hard.

I wanted to bruise her lips. Her neck. I wanted anyone who saw her to know that she belonged to me.

And she didn’t want my ring, so bruises would have to do.

I pressed my lips against the side of her neck.

But her skin was perfect. As flawless as the rest of her.

I didn’t want to keep hurting her. Why did I always do that?

I pulled back and moved my hips faster. Her long red hair was splayed across the pillow. "You're so beautiful."

She laughed again.

"Fuck, Penny. It's like you're trying to tease me." I grabbed her hands again, holding them in place with just one of mine. "Now you're going to get it." With my free hand I began to tickle her again.

She squirmed under my grip, laughing and clenching around my cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I slammed into her harder. Faster. And she kept gripping me as the laughter spread through her body. Tighter and tighter. Milking my cock like the perfect little slut she was.

"Professor Hunter!" she moaned as her orgasm crashed down on her.

Fuck. I pumped into her a few more times, filling her with my cum. I collapsed on top of her and buried my face in her lovely tits. "Please tell me that you liked that as much as me. Your heart's beating so fast."

She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair. "That's because it's hard to breathe when you're tickling me."

"Hmm." I kissed her neck.

"It felt really good, though."

"Hmm." I kissed her neck again.

"You're funny when you're drunk,” she said.

"I'm not drunk," I mumbled into my neck. I laughed. "Maybe I'm a little drunk."

"You said I'm beautiful about a million times."

"That's because you are beautiful." I leaned down and kissed her clavicle so I wouldn’t be tempted to mark her neck. "You're beautiful and you won't marry me." I sighed and placed my head on her breasts again. "It's okay. I understand."

"You understand what? I told you the reason why I said no. I just didn't want to go to Vegas." She ran her fingers through my hair again.

That feels good. "No. The real reasons." I yawned. "You don't need me."

"I always need you."

I sighed. "No. You don't need me. I can't even protect you. He touched you. I let that asshole touch you." And then I didn’t listen to you. I never listen. I’ll never be good enough for you.

"James." She put her hands on either side of my face, pulling me off her tits. "That wasn't your fault. You weren't even there. I do need you. You're all that I need."

I shook my head out of her hands and placed my head back down on her tits. "It's not just that. You don't love me."

"James, I do love you. I love you so much."

I yawned again. "No. No one loves me ." I abandoned all my friends. I’m a selfish asshole. And I keep letting you down. I’m not worthy of you.

"James."

I yawned again.

"James."

I wasn’t sure if she said my name again or that I just dreamed it. And I had the oddest sensation that I’d dreamed all of this. That Penny wasn’t real. And that I was still staring out the window of my office in New York City contemplating whether or not to jump.