Page 4 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

Lorenzo tells me to follow him, and I do what I’m told. As I head through his apartment, I drip, and I leave a wet trail.

Having to park down the street was hell, and running through the rain with my bags did not help.

As I follow Lorenzo, his large frame, his tight butt, his amazing dragon tattoo, and his commanding presence, through the apartment, I realize it’s not just big. The apartment is huge, and so far, it has covered the entire floor.

I start to worry I’ll get lost, as we pass cool art covering walls, and weird old antiques.

There is also a large stone wall, with a massive collection of antique swords on it.

The penthouse seems to have a mixed look, of all kinds of styles, but somehow it works. Most of it is cream colored marble, but with a lot of natural wood, and stone.

It’s not that zen minimalist white modern style that is cold and frigid.

The warm colors and natural feel, make it strong, and inviting, but castle-like. It is however clear, no woman has ever put her stamp on it.

It is not overly macho, with motorcycles, cars and silly man toys. It is warm, ultra-private, huge, and sophisticated.

Like a private hideout high above New York City, Manhattan, and Central Park.

As we continue down another wide, wood and stone passage, my jaw drops. The section we’re now in, has an art gallery feel to it, and I’m sure I recognize some paintings from past masters.

I’ve already decided I don’t like NYC cabs and their barking horns, or parking in Manhattan. Being high above everything, and just under the clouds, is way more calming.

As I follow Lorenzo, and his bronze God-like body I have trouble not drooling. Following his tight butt, in the towel, is almost hypnotizing.

Suddenly, he enters a room with a high oak door, and he motions me inside.

“I think this will be the best room for you.”

I look up at him nervously, and I catch his piercing blue eyes flick quickly over my breasts. I don’t mind some guys doing it, if they’re hot.

He is, and he was clearly trying hard not to look. I get that my nipples are now visible, but I can’t exactly help that now.

As I slide past his athletic body, I lower my eyes, and squeeze through. The problem is, even if it’s respectful to look down, I’m forced to look at the v thing at the bottom of his eight pack.

The tight towel makes me look at the outline of whatever is stuck down his pants. Nothing is that big, soft.

No darned way.

I walk in and the room is huge. The massive windows that look over Central Park and Manhattan, are also stunning.

I nod, and Lorenzo places my bags down as if they’re light or empty. As he stops at the door, he makes another grumpy command, “follow me.”

“Hang on,” I say fast.

I don’t know how to do it, so I lean on the door next to him, and I pull off my wet shoes. I almost fall, and his strong arm catches me.

I hold onto it, and I manage to peel off my first wet sock.

We share a loaded look, as I peel off the second white sock, and I drop them onto the marble floor.

“Thanks.”

I then look away from his piercing blue eyes. I have to. We’re clearly different species, and I now sense, he would ruin me.

I suspect he knows it too, because the energy is charged and electric.

“Shall we give it a month and see how you feel?” he asks, as I take in his husky accent.

I nod, “sure, I guess. I was actually expecting a dump.”

Lorenzo laughs, and I relax some. “You always come wet, and dripping?”

I freeze.

Did he just ask that?

It gets awkward until he jumps in. “I mean arrive like a Storm. Wet. And dramatic… Forget it!”

I nod as the hunk steps behind me. I have no idea what he will do, when suddenly he helps me out of my long wet coat.

As he puts it on his shoulder, he flicks his head, “follow me.”

I do as I’m told, and I follow him through the palatial penthouse. This time, I notice fine music playing.

It is calming, and we finally walk into a huge bathroom with a shower, bath and stunning view of Central Park. Lorenzo walks to a classy towel rack, and he passes me a black towel, just like his.

It’s made of the most soft toweling, almost like some kind of fur. It even has a crest on it.

In gold.

“Take off your clothes.”

As my jaw drops, Lorenzo turns on the powerful shower, and growls, “get in.”

I’m about to remove my top, when he walks to the door. Nervously, I follow him, and as he steps outside, our eyes meet. Lorenzo has an aristocratic look, but there is a clear sense of bad boy. The energy is charged, and it’s hard to breathe.

Slowly, I close the door and then lean against it. “Holy shit.”

Now alone, steam fills the bathroom. I am turned on, and wet. Undressing here, and now in his home. OMG. It’s as hot AF.

My panties are as wet as my top, and my heart is still pounding.

Just when I’ve taken everything off, and I’m about to shower naked, there is a knock. I freeze, and I wonder if he’ll come in, and if we will shower together.

My clit throbs, and my nipples are still hard. Slowly, I force myself to the door, and I hide behind it.

I open the door an inch, and peer out with big eyes. A glass of milk is in front of me, and I frown. Whiskey in a crystal glass rises next to it, and I laugh, and take it.

“Wise. It’ll warm you up.” The hunk says behind piercing eyes, and his unbelievably hot body.

“Thanks,” I say closing the door, leaning against it, and feeling better.

As I drink the whiskey in the hot shower, I begin to calm. What the heck is going on? The coolest place, and the hottest guy. No!

The sexiest, and grumpiest guy.

My mind must be playing with me, and this has to be a dream. Things like this, do not happen to me, ever.

As I stand under the powerful jets of hot water, I feel charged. Partly from being around him, and his body, and partly from knowing he’s been naked in this very shower just before me.

I also know he’s made many women come. The guy must be an orgasm artist.

He must know what to do, where and when, to give those beautiful woman the most explosive orgasms. Ever!

As I rub soap over my arms and breasts, I think about touching myself. The water jet is so incredibly powerful… I know I would come fast.

I squeeze a nipple, then I reach down, and swipe a finger up myself. I whimper, then start to pant. It’s so, so good.

I do it again, and I circle my throbbing clit.

Suddenly, I stop, worrying somehow, he may be able to tell, and he may even reprimand me. He may even throw me out onto the cold wet street.

I shake the idea of coming from my mind, and I decide to pleasure myself later, in the huge soft bed. There, I will imagine him deep in me, and him making me come for him .

After the shower, I walk through the apartment in the towel, all steamy and hot. Thunder rumbles across the city, and I am distracted. I tighten the towel, as I round a corner, and I bump into Lorenzo.

Our bodies collide, and I gasp.

Lightning flashes, and it reflects off his abs, jaw and dark eyes.

Lorenzo is close, and he reminds me of a dangerous animal. He is hot, sexy, and savage. I gulp and step back, as my stomach tightens.

I’m the most sexually charged I’ve ever felt, and I want him to take me. In the storm, against the stone wall, with those eyes, and those large hands.

“You okay?” he asks deep, and husky… inches away.

I nod, and tighten the towel, when really, I want it to drop.

Lorenzo flicks his head, and he issues his new command, “this way.”

I follow him to an opulent bar area, and he pours himself a whiskey. I look around, and it’s an area I didn’t notice before. It is stunning with chocolate colored leather chairs, oak walls, and old oil paintings.

He has a wall of old leather-bound books, and almost every liquor imaginable in a stunning oak cabinet.

“So, milk this time?” he asks without emotion.

I’ve always looked younger than I am, and over time, I’ve become sick of it. I need him to know I’m a woman.

“Thank you, but the lady would prefer… the same as you.” I force myself to sound confident. It seems to work, and for the first time, Lorenzo grins.

The cold grump pours me another large glass and he hands it to me. “Just be careful, it’s strong. I don’t want to have to carry you to bed.”

Your bed?

Oh God, yes.

I accept the expensive cut glass, and as I take it, our fingers touch, and a shock of electricity runs up my hands. The energy is exquisite, just like his eyes.

As we raise our glasses to toast, the moment is gone, just like that. “To the young lady exploring the city,” Lorenzo says.

As Lorenzo drinks, and our eyes meet over the crystal, there is a flash of lightning. Thunder booms.

“So, how about the rest of the tour,” he asks. “Unless you want to change?”

Three minutes later, I follow Lorenzo in my satin phoenix patterned robe. The short robe was a gift from an old aunt, and I adore it.

Lorenzo’s rock-hard butt heads through what seems like the center of the huge penthouse.

“So, imagine this as the heart of the apartment,” he says.

I do a three sixty, and nod with my crystal glass. The first whiskey was strong, and big, and I am starting to buzz. “Right,” I say.

Our eyes meet, and his jaw clenches, as my clit throbs.

Dear God.

“Now, follow me,” he says coldly, dragging me from being stupid, and excited.

We walk through the rest of the massive penthouse, and most of the windows are floor to ceiling. The epic views are more stunning than the others I’ve just seen, and one entire side looks over Central Park and its lake.

Another side looks over the endless skyscrapers, and I spot the Statue of Liberty in the distance.

Lorenzo next shows me a huge kitchen, and it has a large marble and oak island.

Down the far side of the penthouse, is an oak and stone gym with all of the latest gear. It’s gorgeous, and the sandstone tiles make it feel natural, and inviting.

The gym is on one side of the penthouse, encased in bronze colored glass. The sun streams in and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a gym look inviting.