Page 14 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

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I guess I messed up, but it was hard to find the perfect time to tell him. And now, I only have an hour to get ready.

My clit throbs in the shower, and as I wash off the sweet cream, I think about his cock against my clit. Having his cock grind against me was bliss. Sucking on his thumb, heavenly.

I’m turned on after the food fight, but I start to think about the date. And if it will be anything like time with Lorenzo. Maybe the date will want to talk, then wrestle, and maybe, just maybe…

Take me.

I loved spending time with Lorenzo, even if he doesn’t want to have sex with me. Being around him, those eyes, his body, and his voice.

So hot.

As I quickly pull clothes on, back in my bedroom, I do up my top. I check myself in the tall mirror and I walk out near the kitchen and living room area.

Lorenzo walks through the open space, and he adjusts his black gym shorts. He has cleaned himself up, and he looks like he’s been working out.

He is covered in sweat, and again, he looks edible. His pecks and eight pack make me salivate, and our eyes meet. We are both quiet, and Lorenzo pulls on a juice.

I tidy up the icing, and things on the kitchen island, then I crouch around the ground and sweep up flour.

Lorenzo has already done most, but I help finish the job. He does not look happy, and he growls as he drinks. “Who is he?”

“Some guy on an app.”

“Lemme see,” Lorenzo says gruffly.

My hands are sticky, and wet with the icing and I try to swipe my phone as it sits on the island. I cannot do it, so I wipe my hands and leap onto the only clean edge.

Lorenzo walks over, and he puts his hands on the island. Each one is outside of my thighs, and his eyes are hungry, or angry.

Or both.

I lick my wet fingers again, and I try to swipe. Finally, I do it, and I find his profile. I spin my phone for Grumpy and he growls.

“What?”

“Give me a minute,” Lorenzo says as he snatches my phone and walks away with it.

“Hey!” I yell, as I watch him walk.

In the distance, Lorenzo runs his hand over his neck. Next, he takes a photo of the guy, on his own phone. He then types fast. As he stands at the tall windows overlooking Manhattan, he sends what must be an email or message.

I don’t understand what he’s doing, so I check the time. Perfect! I pull the second cake, and the muffins, from the oven, and wipe my hands. I’m proud of the baking, even if the kitchen is still bit of a mess. Deciding to fully tidy up later, I walk into our shared bathroom.

There are two others in the penthouse, but they’re deep in the gym area, and this is the most lavish.

I look at myself in the mirror and I have more flour on me.

After racing back and changing, I return to the shared bathroom in the long black dress. Better! I even feel sexy, and the cute dress shows off my curves. I do my eyes cat style, and I give my hair more body.

My instincts tell me, tonight is the night, and that finally, I will have sex. I feel charged, and I feel electric.

I smile, to myself and I decide to go panty-less.

And bra-less.

I pull off my bra, and panties, and I make my hair even more messy. For once in my life, I feel hot. Maybe it was the wrestling.

I’m now running late so I hide the bra and panties under a towel, and I walk quickly into the living room.

As I pull on the black high heels I got last week, I adjust my breasts in the dress. I catch Lorenzo watching me, and looking serious. He is on his phone, as he paces slowly at the windows.

I sit on the clean part of the kitchen island, and I put on lipstick with a small mirror. I then adjust my eyes. Lorenzo watches me, and he finishes the call.

He crosses his big arms, and he walks back to me, holding my phone. “Look, he’s bad news. Cancel it.”

“What? No way!” I say, standing and trying to grab my phone, “I might get laid.”

“Not happening!” he says, commandingly, as if he can control me.

“What the hell.”

“You’re coming with me!”

“What?” I ask, my eyes going big.

I try to leap on Lorenzo, to get my phone, but it’s hard. Especially with my breasts bouncing around with no bra. Also, with him being so tall and strong.

Lorenzo lifts my phone higher, and I have no chance, as he makes a call on his phone. “Look, somethings come up. I gotta cancel. Sorry.” He hits end, and I finally yank my phone off him.

“You have fifteen minutes before we’re going out!”

“How do I know I can trust you?” I huff unsure.

“Because you know where I live.” He then pauses. “Just one thing, don’t… ” he says moving his hands over my general chest area.

“What?” I ask looking down.

“The top thing. The hot nipples, all… ”

I look down at my breasts. “They’re not hot.” I pause. “Are they?” I look up at Lorenzo, wanting him to look back at them, and me, for once! “Are they?”

Lorenzo shakes his head, and he walks away. I run over, and I intercept him. I will never get a better chance at finding out if me, or my breasts, are average or hot. And if he likes me.

“Hey, you need to tell me. Are my breasts average, or what?” Lorenzo shakes his head. “You owe me an answer. Just look! Am I attractive?” He doesn’t flinch.

“Please, just be a man!”

Finally, he does, and his eyes are now dark. Lorenzo turns his eyes fully on me and I gulp. Dear God.

The hot brute looks at my breasts, and hardening nipples. My clit throbs, and Lorenzo grumbles as he steps closer.

I watch him closely, and our eyes hold, as he steps closer.

His eyes darken even more, before I notice his gym shorts tenting. “Shit,” he says, walking quickly off.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. “You’re hard.” I say, amazed.

“Not hard,” Grumpy says walking away.

“So hard!” I say in amazement and excited.

Just before he reaches the bathroom, I run and leap onto his back. We wrestle in front of the large gold framed mirror that sits on the floor, and leans against the wall.

Finally, we see each other in the mirror, and we pause. It’s hot and we are both still flustered from the food fight and with our bodies touching, it’s electric .

I am still on his back, he is basically piggy backing me. I have my arms wrapped around him and I feel his strong firm body. His ultra thick cock is visible through the black satin gym shorts.

As we look at each other, my breasts push against him, and our hearts pound fast.

“You need to control yourself!” he says huskily, and deep.

“Why? I like playing with you,” I say. It feels great holding him, and him holding me, and my legs.

“Look we can’t do this,” he says getting angry. “Enough!”

Lorenzo grunts, yanking me off his back. He then spanks my near naked butt hard.

“Ouchhh!”

Lorenzo points to my room, and he commands me sternly. “Now, go put a bra on, and panties, we leave in five!”

We go out to a big art gallery opening, and it is sophisticated and classy. I feel out of place, but Lorenzo looks after me well.

He wears a navy suit, blue satin tie, and gold cufflinks.

He makes me feel good, and after the wrestling, and fingers in each other’s mouths, I am still turned on. It’s electric.

Lorenzo said we would not stay long, because we are planning to go and eat. We do, however, end up having a few too many drinks, and we forget to eat.

Two women who appear to know Lorenzo, try to get him alone. I can, however, tell he’s avoiding them. I catch other woman staring at him, and I don’t like it.

It’s weird being with him like this, but I guess we are just friends, after-all.

As a third woman starts to show interest in him, he takes my hand and acts more intimate. It’s hot, but I can see what he is doing. It’s theatre. Even if my heart jumps, I force myself to keep it real, and not think anything of it.

It’s hard.

Finally, we walk for home around eleven, after only eating canapes. We also discuss my make-over as we talk. Lorenzo asks if I want to do something crazy. “Of course,” I answer, wanting to do anything with him.

In bed or out.

Lorenzo pitches me his idea, and I immediately agree to go see his hairstylist pal. She is a movie hair and makeup hotshot, that he knows well, and they’ve done a dozen movies together.

After a quick phone call, we make it home. Lorenzo’s driver Alfred comes by, and the older English gent drives us to Brooklyn in the Bentley. The man is sweet, and I’m embarrassed he sees me tipsy. In saying that, we take two bottles of icy champagne with us. I’m excited, and nervous.

Tallulah, a stunning woman opens the door, and she kisses Lorenzo on both cheeks. She does the same with me, then in her thick French accent, she tells me to sit.

Lorenzo plays barman, as the colorful Tallulah walks around me. She looks me over, carefully, and then she pitches me her makeover plan.

I am soon lost, so I shrug and look at them both. “Do anything you want to me.”

“Don’t say that,” Lorenzo growls low as he passes me a champagne. “Don’t ever say that.”

I quickly stand on tip toes, full of alcohol, and before he can move, I kiss his nose. “Do. Anything. You. Want. To. Me!”

I drop into the cool salon chair and spin in the incredibly cool living room. I spin around and around in the spectacular apartment, and it’s time. Time for me to become a new woman and to begin my new life.