Page 70 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

He pushed my dress the rest of the way up my thighs. I lifted up my hips as he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my thong. I could just make out his hazel eyes in the dark. They were the only eyes I ever wanted to look into again.

His fingers traced the insides of my thighs as he slowly pulled my underwear down my legs. "Maybe we should go to a hotel." He kissed me along my clavicle bone. "The smell of bleach isn't very romantic."

"No." My voice sounded so needy. "I want you to fuck me right here."

He pulled the zipper of my dress. "Keira, I'm not going to fuck you."

What is he going to do to me then? The straps of my dress fell off my shoulders and his experienced fingers quickly unhooked my bra in the dark.

He pushed something off the table behind me and it clattered to the floor.

The smell of fake lemons filled my nose.

It smelled like the cleanser I used to mop my floor.

His lips on mine brought me back to him.

He let one of his hands slide to my breast and he squeezed it as he lowered my back down on the table.

His lips wandered from my mouth, down my neck, and onto my other breast. I felt his teeth lightly tug my nipple, and it was as if the sensation was somehow reflected in my groin.

"Rory," I moaned.

"I love when you say my name like that." His fingers brushed against my clit, making my whole body shiver. "And I love how wet you always are for me." The tip of his index finger slipped inside of me, making me moan again.

I wanted more. No. I needed more. My hips rose, trying to meet his hand, but instead, his hands fell from me. I was about to protest when I heard the rip of foil. A second later he spread my thighs and brushed his fingers against my clit again.

"Rory," I panted.

He grabbed my ass and pressed the tip of his massive erection against my wetness. "And I love how tight you are." He slowly began to slide his length into me. I wasn't sure what I had been thinking last night. There was no way I could ever quit him. I loved every single inch of him.

He leaned down and kissed me again, soft yet passionate. I reached up to touch his chiseled abs, but he was still wearing his shirt. My fingers fumbled with the buttons until they met his happy trail. I ran my hands along the contours of his six pack as he slowly thrust in and out of me.

I waited for him to move faster as he continued to kiss me, but he kept his slow pace.

I loved when he was rough with me. I didn't think there could possibly be something better than him fucking me, pushing me to my limits.

But this was better. He was being slow and gentle and intimate.

He's making love to me. Oh my God, he's making love to me!

I grabbed both sides of his face and deepened our kiss.

When he said he wasn't going to fuck me, I hadn't realized what he meant.

He loved me back. And it was the best feeling in the whole world.

I wanted all of him. I ran my hands down the back of his suit jacket and grabbed his ass. I needed more.

He groaned into my mouth as he thrust himself deep inside of me.

"Yes!"

His hand slid up the side of my thigh and stopped on my hip. "God you're sexy." He leaned back and looked down at me as he began moving his hips faster. "One night of you would never have been enough."

I could feel myself clenching around him. If possible, his words affected me just as much as him inside of me. He tilted his hips, hitting me in that spot that only he could.

Oh God. I turned my head as the sensation of him completely consumed me.

But he grabbed my chin and tilted my face so that I was staring directly into his eyes. "Come for me, Keira."

"Rory!" I moaned as his words pushed me over the edge.

He stared into my eyes as he found his own release.

My heart was racing as I stared up at him. This boy loved me. And I had never felt this way before. Everything was different with Rory. Somehow with him, everything seemed so much more real. I reached up and ran my palm along the scruff on his jaw line. And so perfect.

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against my lips.

"I like more."

"Mmm." He slowly pulled out of me.

I didn't like the empty feeling. The smell of lemon scented cleaning supplies suddenly came back to me. We must have spilled a bottle because it smelled even stronger than before. "Every time I mop the floor now I'm going to want you to do that to me."

"I think I can arrange that." He grabbed my hands and pulled me to a seated position. He kept my hands in his as he looked down at me. "I don't like fighting with you."

"I don't like fighting with you either."

"I'm..." his voice trailed off. He ran his thumbs along my palms. "I'm not good at this."

"I'm not good at relationships either. It's one of the many things we have in common."

Rory laughed and then was silent for a moment. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I don't like seeing you upset."

"Then don't hurt me."

He leaned forward and ran the tip of his nose down mine. "You really shouldn't be with me."

"I want to be with you." I unwound my fingers from his and grabbed the sides of his face. "Rory, I've wanted to be with you ever since you first stepped into my apartment. Please don't give up on this before we've even started."

"I'm not. I'm just...worried that you want what's out there." He pointed to the door. "I'm not there yet. I'm not even sure if I'll ever want those things."

How had we gone from being un-exclusive to talking about marriage?

How did he know that I felt like I was falling behind my friends?

What he didn't seem to understand, though, was that I didn't care about any of that when I was with him.

I didn't feel the clock ticking when I looked into his eyes.

Getting married in one year or ten years didn't matter if he was going to be beside me. I just wanted to be with him.

"Rory, you're exactly what I want." I ran my fingers between his naked torso and his silky tie.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

He turned away from me and looked around for the light switch.

When he found it, the sight of him took my breath away.

His hair was mussed up in that way that it could only be after sex.

He had already zippered up his suit pants and hinged his belt back in place, but his shirt was still unbuttoned.

His tie hung loosely around his neck and was pressed against his naked torso.

I couldn't help but wonder why men ever wore shirts. Just a tie seemed to work fine.

He smiled at me. "Okay, let's give this thing a shot."

I wanted to clap my hands and yell and dance around the closet. Instead, I slid off the table, walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Does that mean if people ask if you're my boyfriend you won't freak out? Maybe I could even say yes?"

"Hmm." His hands slid to the small of my back. "Maybe you should say it a few times so I can get used to it."

"So like...no we're not just roommates, this is my boyfriend, Rory." My boyfriend, Rory. I wanted to say it a million times.

"It sounds pretty good actually."

"It does." I smiled up at him.

"We should probably get dressed so we don't spend our first night as boyfriend and girlfriend in jail."

"That would just make a great story."

"Yeah, but I think we could make better use of our first night back home in bed, don't you?" He let go of the small of my back and lightly slapped my ass.

I laughed and turned around to search for my bra. I quickly grabbed it off the table, put it back on, and zipped my dress back in place. I looked around the small closet in search of my thong, but I couldn't seem to find it anywhere.

"Are you looking for this?" Rory pulled my thong out of his pocket and let it dangle from his index finger.

"Thanks." I reached for it, but he pulled his hand away.

"I thought I told you not to wear underwear."

"I didn't realize you meant never again. I thought you meant just that one night."

"I like having easy access to you. So I'm keeping these." He put them back in his pocket.

"Rory, it's part of a lingerie set."

"Maybe you can convince me to give it back to you later." He raised his eyebrow at me. "You're pretty good at convincing me to do things I wouldn't normally do."

I laughed and straightened his tie. "You mean like breaking our roommate pact?"

"That roommate pact was doomed from the start. Especially since neither one of us really wanted it."

"I thought you did want it?"

"I wanted the pact solely because I thought it would make you more comfortable with our living situation. But I always intended to sleep with you." He gave me one of his panty dropping smiles.

"Rory," I said and pushed on his chest.

He grabbed my hands. "And when you kept flirting with me, I knew you wanted me too. It was only a matter of time before you begged me."

"You're the worst!" I said playfully. I already knew he had been stringing me along. That's what he did. He was a player. I had known that from the start. I just never realized how much he wanted me too.

He scratched the back of his neck. "But I never expected to like you this much."

"Thanks, I guess?"

He laughed. "You know what I mean. I'm not used to girls being so down to earth. I like that you can hang out with my friends and talk about sports and play poker. I find that very sexy."

The way he was talking made it seem like he wanted me again. "Well, I find everything you do sexy."

"Then maybe we should go home and do more sexy things to each other. I have a few things in mind." He grabbed my hand and led me out of the closet.