Page 60 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

Rory had come home late last night. But he had been alone. There was no late night moaning and bed squeaking. I was beginning to think I had him right where I wanted him.

The sun was barely up, but I was completely awake. I hadn't felt so calm and happy ever since Rory had moved in. Everything was working out so well. I almost felt like whistling as I walked down the sidewalk.

I wasn't sure why Connor was purposely pushing Rory's buttons to help get us closer. It seemed like he was just a genuinely nice guy. Same with Jackson. But for some reason I had a thing for Rory instead of his nice friends. I always seemed to fall for the wrong guys.

I stopped at the closest newsstand and grabbed a copy of The Post. After paying the man at the cash register, I flipped to the editorial section that my article was appearing in.

I stood frozen in the middle of the sidewalk.

Holy shit. There was a picture of me next to my article.

A huge picture. There was never a picture of me next to anything I ever wrote. What the hell?

My phone started vibrating in my purse. I quickly pulled it out and saw that it was Emily.

"Hey," I said. The optimism I had felt earlier had completely evaporated.

"You're making it in the big leagues, huh? You look hot in that picture."

"Can you tell it's me?"

"Um...of course you can. And even if someone couldn't, your name is right there for everyone to see. Keira, this is so awesome. Congratulations!"

"Did you just see it because you read everything I write?" I asked hopefully.

There was an awkward pause on the phone.

"I love you Keira, but no, I don't read everything you write. I was just flipping through the paper and saw your picture."

"Shit."

"Are you okay?"

"Do you think he's going to see it?"

There was another awkward pause.

"Emily! I'm so screwed. Rory's going to see it and freak out. He's going to hate me! And I already promised Judy that I'd follow through with the articles. What am I going to do?"

"Calm down. No one reads the paper anymore."

"But even if he doesn't, Jackson or Connor might. He's going to find out." I grabbed the rest of the copies of The Post from the newsstand and put them down on the counter. I put my hand over the receiver and said, "Can I buy the rest of these?" to the man at the counter.

"Are you buying all the papers right now?" Emily started laughing.

"You're not helping." I hung up the phone, handed the man some cash, and picked up the rest of the papers. As soon as I got to a trash can I dumped all the papers into it and started running back to my apartment.

I bolted up the steps and stopped outside my door.

Please don't be up. I unlocked the door and sighed.

I had thought of an awful, terrible plan in my head on the run back to my apartment.

There was no way it would actually work, but I was out of ideas.

There was no going back on what had already been released in the paper.

Rory would find out and hate me. But I at least needed to keep my job.

So I just needed to get the rest of my information for my article as quickly as possible.

No matter what. I had told myself that I could use this idea in case of an emergency. This qualified.

There was movement in Rory's bedroom. I grabbed a banana and sat down at the kitchen counter. A second later Rory came out. He looked surprised to see me. Or does he look relieved?

"Hey," he said and smiled at me. He was only wearing boxers.

"Good morning," I said and slowly peeled the banana. I can't believe I'm about to do this.

Rory ran his hand through his hair and walked over to me. "Did you have fun last night?" he asked.

"Eh." I shrugged my shoulders. "I actually couldn't stop thinking about my date from earlier. But now I'm incredibly nervous because we have another date tonight. And I'm worried we're going to get to second base. I want him to think I'm good at giving head."

Rory lowered his eyebrows slightly.

"Did you think I was good at giving head?" I asked as I finished peeling the banana and put my mouth around the top of it. Oh God, I'm such a slut.

His Adam's apple rose and then fell. "You were good," he said and sat down next to me.

"Really? Well, what did you like best? Is it better for me to go slowly..." I took my time sliding the banana all the way into my mouth. Why the hell am I deep-throating a banana right now? But it seemed to be working. His eyes were locked on me.

I pulled the banana out of my mouth. "Or maybe, licking the side?" I let my tongue slide up the banana as I looked down at Rory's growing erection.

He moved his hand over his boxers. "Both." His voice sounded tight.

"Oh my God, this banana is so good," I said slowly and batted my eyelashes at him. "Now I really want the real thing." I put my lips around the banana again and took a bite off. "Swallowing is the best part."

Rory's eyebrows lowered even more.

"Actually," I said and touched his knee. "It would really help me out if you'd let me practice on you." I dropped to my knees and let my fingers slide down his happy trail.

He stood up and the stool made a terrible squeaking noise on the floor. His eyes stayed locked on me. He wanted my lips around his cock again. And there was nothing I wanted more. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled down until his erection sprung free.

I hadn't stopped thinking about our night together.

I'd never stop thinking about that night.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his thick cock and brought my lips to his tip.

My eyes didn't leave his as I slowly took him into my mouth.

I pressed my lips together as hard as I could as I slid down his length.

His hand gripped the kitchen counter.

I moved my lips up and down his erection.

"Is that good?" I asked as I pulled him out of my mouth.

I looked up at him as I licked the side of his cock and cupped his balls in my hand.

He didn't need to answer. It was written all over his face.

Pure bliss. And seeing him like that made me want him so badly. I pressed my legs together.

"Or maybe you like this?" I brought him back to my mouth and went all the way down, pressing his tip against my throat.

"Fuck, Keira," he groaned.

I smiled and moved my mouth faster, up and down his length. His fingers tangled in my hair as he started guiding me. He had done this before. With anyone else, it would have bothered me. But when he fucked my mouth, all I could do was beg for more.

He groaned again.

I loved that sound. I reached up and touched his abs. Everything about him was so sexy. I wanted to be back in his bed, blindfolded, begging for more. But that wasn't the plan. I pulled my hand back down.

His fingers tightened in my hair as he went faster and faster. I felt his dick pulsate and then his warm liquid shot into the back of my mouth. It was sweet yet salty at the same time. And I loved it. I was as addicted to his taste as I was to the smell of him. I drank him down greedily.

"So, how was that?" I wiped the side of my mouth with my finger and slid it into my mouth as I stood up.

He lifted me up, set me on the counter, and spread my thighs with his strong hands. Everything below my waistline clench. I wanted him so badly.

His eyes locked with mine as he moved between my legs and pushed my tank top up. The feeling of his fingers pressing against my skin made my head spin.

"Rory," I said and placed my hand on his chest. Just say you want more. Say the words. Please. I didn't want to have to play games anymore. Say it!

"Keira." He gave me one of his heart stopping smiles and put his hands on both sides of my face. He leaned forward to kiss me.

Stick to the plan. "Dude, what the hell?!" My own words made me wince.

"What?" He sounded confused.

I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head. "Why do you have to make everything so weird? I have a date tonight. I just wanted your opinion..."

"Screw your date." He leaned forward again.

"You think I should screw him on the second date? I was just going to give him head. That's why I was practicing on you."

"No, I meant skip it."

"Rory, I'm not sleeping with you. Like you said, one night stands aren't really my thing. You were completely right. I didn't realize what I was getting myself into. I need something more."

He didn't say anything.

Say something! I pleaded with him with my eyes. Say something, damn it! But he just stood there, with his hands on my face.

"So I'm going on my date tonight." I pushed his hands off the side of my face and pulled my shirt back down. "But first I have some work to do." I hopped off the kitchen counter and walked over to the front door.

"Can we at least talk about this?"

"There really isn't anything to talk about. I'm not going to sleep with someone who won't even take me out on a date." Please get the hint. Ask me out. Please! I wrapped my hand around the doorknob.

He ran his hand though his hair. "Where are you going?"

"To the office." It wasn't a lie. I needed to talk to Judy. She should have told me if my picture was going to be printed in the paper. "Thanks for breakfast," I said as I looked down at his cock. I bit my lip and quickly closed the door behind me before I could give in to my desires.

***

I sat down on a bench outside my office building and put my face in my hands.

All Rory had to say was that it could be more.

All I needed were those words. And more could have meant anything at this point.

I just didn't want it to be one more time.

Twice was just as bad as once. No. It was better.

I needed him again. I wanted him to fuck me right there on the kitchen counter.

I crossed my legs. It was impossible to think straight when I was this turned on.

Judy wanted me to somehow make it into friends with benefits.

If he didn't want to be my boyfriend, maybe that could work.

At this point none of it mattered. I needed him again.

My mind was completely fixated. And I knew he wanted me too.

He had tried to come onto me twice since our one night stand.

Both times I had been incredibly forward, but that didn't matter.

Friends with benefits. That sometimes turns into love and marriage, right?

I lifted my head out of my hands and stood up. Maybe Judy would be able to help me. I rolled my eyes at myself. Judy didn't care about me at all. She just wanted a good story. I walked into the office building that The Post was in and pressed the elevator button. The doors opened and I stepped on.

I got off on the seventh floor and walked toward Judy's office. "Hey, Liz, is Judy in?" I asked the receptionist outside Judy's office.

"Yeah, one sec, Keira." She lifted up the phone and pressed a few buttons. "Keira's here." She paused for a second. "Okay," Liz said and hung up the phone. "You can go ahead in."

I couldn't help but think that Judy didn't actually need a receptionist. Whenever I came to the office Judy never seemed to be busy. I knocked on the door and walked in. Judy was sitting behind her desk. She motioned for me to sit down across from her.

"Judy, why didn't you tell me that my article was going to have a picture of me next to it? I asked to be as anonymous as possible with all my articles."

She smiled at me. "Great news, Keira. The editor-in-chief loved your article even more than the original pitch. And it's getting great buzz online. We'll need another one for tomorrow's paper."

She had completely ignored my comment. But the editor-in-chief had never said anything to me about my work before. That was really good news. The pit in the bottom of my stomach didn't allow me to enjoy it, though. "Can my picture please not be part of tomorrow's article?"

"Sorry, Keira. It's over my head. The editor-in-chief wanted our readers to be invested in the story. Seeing your face next to the article is important."

"Please, Judy. I..." I took a deep breath. "I know that all the readers have read about is my crush at this point, but it's more than that now. I'm falling for him."

"You should really keep your work and your love life separate. It's journalism 101."

"Judy, I'm begging you."

"There isn't anything I can do. It's over my head."

"But if he sees the article, there won't be any story left to tell."

"Then get everything you need for the story before he sees the article."

I sat there and stared at her. That's what I had tried to do earlier.

But Rory wouldn't agree to more. He just wanted another casual hookup.

I needed more time. Friends with benefits couldn't be the only conclusion to my article.

I needed it to be more compelling than that, despite what Judy said.

I wanted Rory to change. Not just for the sake of the story, but for the sake of my sanity. I swallowed but my mouth felt dry.

"What are you doing sitting there? Go get me my story."

I stood up. Every inch of me wanted to quit. I wanted to tell her to go screw herself. And I wanted to run home into Rory's arms and confess how much I liked him. But his arms weren't waiting for me. He didn't care how much I liked him. All he wanted was sex.

And this was my career. I needed to suck it up. "I'll send you the next article in a few hours." I walked out of her office.