Page 22 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

Back in NYC, and overlooking Manhattan, I work out extra hard. I then do a hardcore yoga session in Lorenzo’s gym. I feel good, but I still think about some of those beautiful women at the party.

The kind Lorenzo must see around a lot, and the same type, he must have dated, and been inside.

I try not to hate them, because most of them must be nice. In saying that, as Lorenzo and I circulated on each other’s arms at the Remington party, several models gave me filthy looks. As if they wanted him.

After yoga, I walk into my bedroom. I peel my pants, and top off, and I pull a black towel around me. I patter barefoot through the penthouse, and all is quiet.

Now, all alone, I slip the towel off my breasts, and I wrap it firmly around my waist. I catch my breath, check the temperature on the console, and I enter the sauna.

“Oh God! Sorry,” I say, spinning away from Lorenzo’s naked body. “I didn’t know you’d be in here.”

I hear a towel flutter, and he mumbles, “It’s okay.”

The door has already closed, and I am inside facing it.

“Want me to come back later?” I try to work out what to do, and what to do with my own towel.

“Oh, and I didn’t see your… I mean. Nothing.”

There is awkward silence, but I had, and it was thick, and smooth. With big veins, and a massive crown.

I go to lift my towel, but pause. Lorenzo has just seen my breasts, and it is not the biggest towel either. If the wood is ultra hot, and I sit, my towel-less legs will burn.

“It’s okay,” Lorenzo says, huskily.

I turn, and try not to look at him, but I have to, to sit. Finally, I climb over his long, tanned, sweat covered legs and the towel on his crotch.

I sit on the other side of him, and we sit in silence. After a minute, I start to calm. Screw it, I look better than I used to. I have worked hard on my body, and for the first time in my life, I’m proud of it.

As I think about that, I start to get worried because sweat starts running down my neck, and chest. It feels good. I am also getting turned on being this close and topless. My nipples are now pebbling.

Not now. Not now. Not now.

We have not had time to catch up, and talk about the Napa Valley trip, because on the way home, Lorenzo had to read movie scripts.

I flew us half the way, and it was fun! It would have been more fun talking, but Lorenzo’s work demands are intense.

It’s nice to see him, and I finally lay back, and relax, my eyes closed. “Thanks, again, for Napa.”

“My pleasure,” he says husky and deep.

“There were a lot of beautiful women at the party.”

“Were there?” Lorenzo asks. “Not my thing. Anymore.”

I open my eyes to take his perfect body in. His eyes are closed, but I am careful anyway. Lorenzo rubs the back of his neck, and sweat runs down his shoulders, his perfect chest, and his abs. The towel is just sitting over his crotch, and it’s not covering much.

“So, you’ve fully retired, even from looking?” Lorenzo does not answer.

“Then, what was the other night?” I ask. “When that woman screamed your name when she… came?”

Lorenzo turns to me, and he looks at me with dark eyes now open. “Just a release.”

I gulp as he leans back, again. His eyes are on me, and my nipples are getting hard, and big.

“Yeah,” I say. “I’m pretty sure she was releasing.”

We sit in silence for a while. I just have to know.

“What were you doing with her?”

There is no answer, but more sweat runs down his chest, abs and it disappears between his legs. To where I’d seen. Lorenzo closes his eyes, and I get impatient. “What were you… ”

“Everything!” he says, coldly and detached.

I sigh, and it is not at all what I expected.

“What kind of things?” I ask nervous, but needing to know. There is a long period of silence, and it’s as if he can read my mind.

“Look, it’s not healthy, we were not making love.”

“Were you having sex?”

“No.”

There is a long period of silence. I’m just about to jump in when he talks deep and slow. “We were fucking. Like animals.”

Dear God.

I watch more sweat run down his stomach, and I wonder what it tastes like. Lorenzo looks over and sweat beads on my lips. I lick the salt off my lips, and I gulp, as his eyes hold mine.

“Look, Storm, and listen carefully. I’m not normal, and what she and I were doing, it was dark.

You do not want it, believe me. I held her, as I made her come for me.

To start with, on my fingers, against a wall.

After, I made her beg me to take her. I took her on a table, and I held her so she could not squirm, or move.

Even an inch. I fucked her from behind, and I yanked hard on her hair.

I pulled her onto my cock, and I made her come again, and again and again. ”

I gulp, and my clit throbs.

“Enough?”

“Yes… no… ” I say.

Lorenzo watches sweat run down my neck, and between my breasts. That I like, but he closes his eyes again, and he leans back.

“The reason I let her in, is because she is not normal. Like me. She took a hard fucking, and she knows my expectations. She also knows my… appetite. Most are unable to… take it. I also sent her beyond, to a place few ever go. For the last time, she tightened around me and shattered, as I came deep inside her.”

I try not to gasp, but it’s hard, like my nipples.

Lorenzo looks down at the sweat running between my legs. I lean back in the heat, and I try to breathe normally.

I like it when his eyes run up and down my body, and it feels like he is close to losing control and taking me.

Our eyes meet, and hold, and his eyes go dark. So dark.

“What I do, is not for beginners, Storm, and once started, there is no going back. It comes with risk. It is addictive.”

Lorenzo looks straight ahead, and even if I’ve only had vanilla sex with one guy, I’ve been taken a hundred times, in my dreams.

“Look, I’m not as innocent as you think!” I say, turned on, with our wet bodies close.

“Be careful,” Lorenzo says coldly. “Do not play with fire!”

“One day, I’ll have sex again,” I say, way too fast. “And I’ll want to be taken, and hard! And maybe I’ll have someone choke me, and command me, to… ”

Lorenzo sighs long and hard, and I watch sweat bead on his upper lip, a lip I want to mount, and come on.

“May I give you some advice?”

“Sure, I guess,” I say.

“Be. Careful.”

“Look I’m not a girl anymore, and I have needs!”

Lorenzo doesn’t say a thing, and I don’t like it. I sigh, but I have to know. “Do you think it’s bad, or weird, I’m so… unused?”

“No,” he says decisively. There is silence and its worrying “It means you have… ”

“Bad luck.”

“Integrity,” Lorenzo says, looking at me.

I nod and sigh, relieved, “Thanks, because it’s hard, and frustrating.”

“Look, one day you’ll meet a nice guy, and… whatever. It will be normal. You can still marry a sweet guy. He will look after you. I’m no good for you, Storm.”

“But will it be amazing?”

Lorenzo sighs long and hard, and we look at each other.

I notice more sweat form on those sinful lips of his, and I want to latch on to them again, or have them kiss me there.

We were so close, and it was almost like we were a couple in Napa Valley. As we walked, talked and connected. Back here, we are different.

We haven’t seen each other much, over the last week, and Lorenzo has been away for meetings. It feels like he’s avoiding me.

I don’t like it, and I’m confused, but maybe he doesn’t like me like that. If he had, he’d have made a move by now, and ripped my panties off me.

I miss, the old us , and I miss our Friday night hangout, which is today, tonight, now.

As I lay in the heat, my mind goes around and around. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know if I’m infatuated or falling. All I know is that I want him.

All of him, and bad.

The next day, Lorenzo is away all day. I don’t want to sit at home Saturday night and feel down, again! Not right now.

After searching on a couple of dating apps, I check out several guys. Finally, I find one that sounds less of a dick than the others. As we message, he seems okay. Even if he’s an eight and not a ten, like Lorenzo, he may at least want me.

I figure, what the hell, and we communicate more and more. As energy forms, he asks me out, and I get excited. Excited and scared.

Tonight, is on.

Early evening, I do yoga, learn more Italian, and I practice salsa. I want to message Lorenzo, and ask how he is, but I’m unsure if it’s wise.

I miss him, and I miss us . I’m just unsure if there is an us, or if we are in the friend zone, and we’ll only ever be there.

I exit the shower in my towel, and plan my date clothes. I do my hair, and again, I run with smoky eyes.

I freeze as the elevator chimes and the two oak doors open.

“Hey,” Lorenzo says as he walks in with a briefcase, wearing a suit.

“Hi.” I say feeling unsure.

We are both distant, and I follow him into the living area, and open planned kitchen. I lean against the kitchen island, and I rehydrate from my yoga.

“Good trip?”

“Exhausting!”

We look into each other’s eyes, and it’s impossible to know what he’s thinking. Especially when he is in his full-on grumpy mode.

“It’s nice to be home. Would you like to watch a movie?”

I suddenly feel bad. No, I feel sick. “Look, I’d love to, but well… ”

There is silence and then it comes. “Do you have a date?”

I don’t want to say yes, but I have to be honest. “Kind of. Well, yes.”

Lorenzo’s jaw tightens. He looks pissed, but he doesn’t say anything. I want him to say, “No way!” and that I am his.

He doesn’t.

Lorenzo stands opposite me, and he leans against the bench. His suit cut is immaculate and as always, he is impeccable.

My God he is perfect.

“How about we do this?” he says. “Two things. First, you have not finished your training, and second, I need to… I want to keep an eye on you.” Our eyes hold and we watch each other closely. “I suggest, I get a casual date, and we go to the same restaurant.”

We keep staring at each other, and I’m unsure if he wants to see if I’ll go home with the guy. And if he wants to protect me, or simply train me.

I’m now worried about him inside some woman. I do not want him bringing someone home, again, and certainly not for sex. He should be fucking me.

“Maybe,” I say. “Like a live training exercise.”

“Exactly,” my teacher says seriously, and crossing his thick arms. “We watch what each other does, and we, or you, learn. Then, halfway through, we meet in the restaurant bathroom, and I give you feedback.”

“And tips,” I say.

“Maybe tips.”

I nod, and I like being back near him. Especially with me semi naked, and him in his tailored Saville Row suit. I am now turned on as I stand in the towel.

“Agreed,” I say lifting my chin, and extending a hand. We shake, and there is that electricity again.

I suddenly realize we have a problem. “Who will you ask out?”

Lorenzo shrugs. “Anyone.” As he pulls his phone, he dials a number. “Where and when? I’ll arrange close tables.”

I eye him close, and I give him the restaurant address, and time. I finally go to change, and Lorenzo calls out, “Nothing too sexy.”

I continue walking away and the crazy control freak is starting to worry me. It’s time to push back, so I flash my teacher my butt.

Smug bastard!

I leave my door open, and hear him talk, and ask a woman out. He gives her the same place, and time, as I gave him, and he makes a second call, booking two tables.

He tells them it’s for a confidential reason, but they will receive three thousand in cash to arrange it.

It sounds like they agree, and I start to worry about things getting weird.

I am not overly happy about the situation, but at least he is home, where he belongs. And with me.

As I check my face in my bedroom mirror, my cell chirps. A message comes in, and it’s from an known number.

I miss you.

My blood freezes.

It can’t be! It can’t be him.

My nervous fingers type fast, and I send –

Who is this?

I pace and don’t look at my cell. Finally, it chirps, and I force myself to stare at it again.

Billy. Who else?

I gasp and try to control my fingers. It’s hard. I finally finish and send

We’re over.

Seconds later a message comes.

We’ll never be over.

Dear God!

Lorenzo calls my name, and I quickly block Billy’s new number. “You’ve got this,” I say. “And calm the hell down.”

I inhale, center myself, and walk out.