Page 13 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

LORENZO

I arrive back from Dallas early, and it’s dark as I walk into my penthouse. I drop my bags in my room, and I walk into the kitchen area, and pause. The always immaculate area is dark, but it’s a complete mess, as if we’ve been robbed.

I walk slowly, and carefully around, my eyes scanning left and right.

All of a sudden, someone from above the kitchen island, leaps on top of me. I spin the burglar fast, but they hold on like a cat.

I’ve never been robbed, and I won’t stand for it now.

Finally, in the darkness, and near the floor, I wrestle them under me. I have one hand around their throat, and I have them pinned down.

That’s when I notice it’s Storm.

She’s in my preppy white cooking apron, with her thick fluffy white socks. She’s also in some of her white cotton knickers.

“Jesus, woman,” I say, shaking my head.

“Hey, you,” she says calmly, still under my body.

“Hey,” I say, because it’s all I have.

“You’re home early!”

“It would appear so.”

We are both too shocked to move, and I think I’m getting hard. How can I not be? I’m on top of her, between her legs, and she is almost naked. Her breasts are almost completely visible popping out each side of the apron, and she is panting.

I can also feel her warm chest under me, and her eyes are hungry.

Storm squints slightly, as if thinking. Likely because she can tell I’m getting hard. I can also see her nipples hardening through the flimsy white apron.

The thing is, I don’t want to move. Not now.

I have imagined being between her legs, for so darned long. I have also, not been inside anyone for several weeks. I need it, and I need it bad.

I need her.

I’m unsure if she does it on purpose, but I feel her core, or folds, shift slightly against my hardening cock.

Storm bites her bottom lip, before realizing. She stops, and fast.

“I think we better… ” I say before clearing my throat and starting to get up.

My Italian shoes slip in the spilt flour, and I land back on top of her. It’s unexpected, and I can feel her folds against my hard cock.

I go to speak, but it comes out husky. “Maybe we should, get to know each other first.”

Storm laughs, as I lift myself up.

As Storm lays there in the moonlight below me, we look into each other’s eyes.

She clears her throat and mumbles a “sorry.” I help her up, then dust off my black suit and tie.

The oven bell chimes, breaking the tension and Storm moves quick in her white panties, white apron and white socks.

I’m about to explain new house rules, and that they include no cute or skimpy clothes, but I realize she would just ask why.

Telling her, they make me want to fuck her, will get messy. It is a discussion I don’t want to have.

After a quick catch up about my travels, and what she’s been doing, I settled into my work. I go over a last-minute agreement, and it’s about a big streaming series I want to secure the rights to.

Storm is finishing her baking, as I try to focus at the long dinner table.

The food smells great, and even if there is flour everywhere, somehow it relaxes me.

I guess because for once, Storm and what she is doing, makes the place feel like a home, and not some cold hotel where I usually hide myself from the world.

As I read the document, and try to make sure the other party cannot screw my company, I get distracted.

That’s because Storm has sat on the table, and she is near my perfectly arranged documents.

She swings her legs, and white fluffy socks, as her tight butt sits a foot from me.

“Whatcha doing?”

I sigh and look up. I groan when I see her, it’s disturbing as hell. She now has flour on her cheeks, and she doesn’t even know it. She also has dabs of wet chocolate on her chin.

“What?”

“Your… ” I say pointing.

“What?”

I don’t move an inch, because that would be bad. Storm looks confused.

“Just show me,” she says.

She slides her butt along the table, causing chaos to cloud my mind.

I reach up, and she leans down. As she does, her pert breasts become visible out the sides of the apron.

Braless in the apron is making me hard, and I can now see a nipple. I inhale, and I use a thumb to wipe chocolate off her chin. I retract my hand, unsure what to do with it.

I do not like chaos around ultra complex legal documents. Or anything.

Storm looks at me like I’m some kind of weirdo. “Oh my God. Just lick it.”

I sigh to calm my anger, and then I actually lick it.

Storm smiles. “So, how do I taste?”

I groan inside, and I’m now as hard as steel. “Tasty.”

Storm laughs, hits my arm, leaps and runs. I see the apron flip up, and the back of her panties. It is the tightest butt I’ve ever seen.

My heart pounds, and deep down I know that trying to focus on a complex legal document now, is pointless. I lose focus and hope, and I decide to read it later. I can also smell apples, and pastry, “What’s cooking?”

The crazy thing is now putting on music, and she starts to dance around the kitchen. Playful, pure and innocent.

“Making apple pie. Using, cinnamon, vanilla, honey, and some other... Actually it’s a surprise, Grumpy!”

Storm checks on the pie, and she walks over to me holding a wooden spoon from a pan with a napkin. She stands in front of me, because I’ve pivoted in the chair I’m on.

“Careful of your suit!” she says, pushing her way between my legs.

Now, she is standing between my thighs, and her own thighs, and butt are inches away.

My hands are on my legs, but I want to grab her butt and drag her onto my cock.

I can almost smell her, and her pert breasts are at the height of my tongue, only inches away.

Again, she, or the universe is messing with me.

Forbidden.

Forbidden.

Forbidden.

Storm places the wooden spoon near my mouth, and our eyes meet.

“Open wide.”

I do as I’m told, when really I’d like to tell her to open wide. Storm eyes me, and she places the wooden spoon between my lips. While watching her face and sinful eyes, I lick it.

Slowly.

Our eyes lock, and she lifts her chin. My hands are fisted in frustration, but they want to pull her onto my lap, so I can sink my cock in her.

I think of yanking her panties down as I finish licking. I notice her squirm, when suddenly she dabs my nose with white powdery flour.

I shake my head, as if saying no.

Storm raises a playful brow, then she shakes hidden white flour from the tea towel over her arm.

Suddenly I have white flour all over my face and black suit! “What the hell?” I say, leaping up.

The crazy vixen squeals, and runs fast.

I chase her across the room, and before I know it, we are running around the kitchen island. I’m fast, but my formal shoes slip on the flour again. I manage to reach out in desperation, and I yank her feet with their long white fluffy socks.

We are suddenly on the tiles, and I grab flour from the island above.

Storm is putting up a heck of a fight, and she is giggling and kicking my hands away. We wrestle fast and hard, and she is like a wild savage.

She reaches up, for something, and I almost yank her down by pulling on her white cotton panties.

Somehow above on the island, her hand finds fresh cream. I yank her by the waist, and she drops back down.

As I throw flour on her, the vixen’s hands are lightning fast. Her slippery fingers coat my face with cream, and she tries to leap away.

She is now squealing like a crazy woman, and I’ve had enough.

This is way over the top.

My suit is likely screwed, and now useless. I’m furious, but I’m also excited, and losing control.

Storm is taking things way too far, and she slips out of my grip.

Enough is enough!

Like a fast puma, I chase her around the kitchen island, and flour covered tiles. We slide around the island, and I slam into it hard. The large bowl of cream drops off, and the plastic bowl hits the ground.

As cream goes flying we are not just covered in flour, we are showered with sweet cream.

The lunatic is now attacking me, and rubbing it in my hair, and laughing. I grab her arms, and I wrestle her down fast.

It’s way out of hand, she is like a wild cat, and impossible to contain. “Stay still you fucking maniac!”

“Screw you!”

I eventually get her down under me, and I rub cream on her excited face. She screams with laughter, and her slippery fast legs, kick out.

I’m losing control. I am half angry, and half turned on.

I want to claim her tight wet pussy, but I am also disturbed my kitchen is a mess. We have ruined my suit, a shirt, and likely my shoes.

I get her down and I hold her wrists over her head. With one of my strong arms, and her breasts falling out of the apron sides, I hold her down with my body.

With my free hand, I smear fresh cream all over her face, lips, and neck. Our bodies are writhing against each other, and I have her pinned down in the food fight.

As she squeals, and wrestles, she wraps her legs around my waist. She shakes her head backwards and forwards, as she tries to avoid my strong creamy fingers.

I pause, look down, and I catch my breath. Our faces are now close, and I look at her laughing and full of life.

She is full of pure, and perfect energy. Never in all of my life, have I met anyone like her. She was awkward when she arrived, but now, she is perfect. Storm pauses under me, and our eyes meet.

Everything seems to slow.

I am so close to kissing and devouring her, but something tells me no. I do however know it’s time for a lesson. I rub more cream around her face, and she squeals, laughs, and thrashes. As I laugh, I wipe more cream around her lips.

Somehow, she ends up with my thumb, in her mouth, and she locks in on it, and sucks.

Everything seems to slow again, and I am hard as fuck between her legs. As she sucks on my thumb, my fingers touch her lips and face, and our eyes meet.

Our bodies slow, and she stares up at me. I know I am rock hard, and I hope she doesn’t realize.

As Storm watches me, I can see a breast and hard nipple out the side of the apron.

She moves her hips, as I hold her arms. She forces her core up, and she moves it against my now hard cock. “No!” I growl.

“Yes?” she says, my thumb still in her filthy mouth.

“Don’t!” I say. She does not listen, and she does it again. “Do not do that.”

I shake my head, but it’s good. So darned good.

It’s unbelievable, and so is she.

While I’m distracted, Storm rips a hand free. She skims it through the cream bowl on the ground, and she whips the hand up to my face.

She pauses at the last second. “No!” I growl.

“Taste it.”

I shake my head.

“You pussy.”

She then licks her own fingers, and it’s hot. She offers the same fingers to me, and there is still cream on them. “Now lick!”

I groan, and I am getting harder. “Storm.”

“Do as you are told. Lick me!”

She is turning from a demure girl, into a demanding vixen, and it’s so F-ing hot.

I take her creamy fingers in my mouth, and we stare each other out. As I suck on her fingers, I imagine it’s an extra-long hard nipple. Storm whimpers like a kitten, and she sucks on my thumb.

Her folds, and my thick hard cock are still hard against each other, and I am losing control.

I want to reach down, rip her panties off, and feed my cock into her.

Storm adjusts herself under me, and she looks down. Down as if she wants me inside her. Our eyes are locked, and I pause

“What?”

“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head.

We are in big trouble. I withdraw my wet thumb from her lips, and I pull my mouth away from her wet fingers. I let her other hand go, but I do not move.

Our hips are still against each other, as if I am deep inside her.

I can’t leave, it’s where I want to be, or need to be.

We stare at each other, as if it’s nothing strange. As if we are lovers, as if we are in bed on any given weekend morning.

“I like spending time with you?” Storm says, sweet and all innocent.

I don’t know what to say. I’ve never had anyone say anything so honest, in my life. Before I can reply, she frowns.

“What?” I ask.

“I kind of arranged a date.”

I squint down, and anger shoots through me like lightning. The energy is gone, and she gulps, realizing the perfect moment has vanished.

I awkwardly climb to my feet, and I help her up.

We eye each other, and we attempt to dust ourselves down. We both need showers, and fast.

Storm finally walks for the bathroom and shower, her cute butt half exposed, her panties half down.

I growl deep, and look around. The place is a mess, and I’m far from happy. I am actually pissed. Screw the place, it’s not about that.

It’s about Storm, and her being mine!

Only mine.