Page 7 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

Over the next week, I start to get used to life in NYC, and my library job.

My job is fascinating, and most of the people at work, are book lovers like me.

My first day was scary, but overall, it’s perfect, and I enjoy studying and tracking rare books.

The library is one of the best in the world, and it’s spectacular.

And NYC, I mean wow…

The big city feel is daunting at times. But it has amazing things to do, perfect bookstores, endless cafes, and bars, and I adore exploring parts of it.

The Central Park walks, and cool shopping areas are colorful, and fun. People are also mostly chill, and friendly.

As a bonus, I pull in my first clients as a graphic designer.

They’re not huge, but I have to design logos, and website details for a florist in Maine, a private zoo in Texas, and a weird café in Brooklyn.

I also shop more, as part of my strategy for Lorenzo. Long story, but it may do what I want.

And need.

A work friend told me I had great legs, and that I should show them off. I decided to go with it, and I also got some pleated skirts and cute long socks while it’s summer.

It is not my normal self, but I force myself out of my comfort zone.

Living with Lorenzo is an eye opener, too. We’re both busy with work, most of the time, but we talk at home, and as a roomy, he is interesting, and quirky.

Lorenzo has gone from a cold, guarded, reclusive lone wolf all the way to what most would call – a distant human.

He says little, and he still doesn’t open up about his life or feelings. Or his past, but we do talk about things when around home, and eating together.

Slowly, he is coming out of his shell, and letting me, or someone in his life.

Friend or other...

I suspect his reluctance is to do with trust, and maybe Lorenzo trusts few after whatever happened to him as a kid. Whatever seems to have messed him up, or traumatized him.

I’m convinced he has demons, or trauma from his childhood. I just wished I could help him. When we’re together, I try to have positive, playful conversations.

That’s basically me just being me. Annoying, uncomplicated me…

Whatever.

Even if it feels like we’re into completely different things, and our lifestyles are far from similar, living in his apartment is working.

My personal life feels contained to reading books, exploring NYC, and designing.

I tell Mom how things are going, and it is cool to catch up. We’re close but we’ve never needed to have constant weekly calls.

She tells me she’s fine, and that all is swell back home.

I don’t bother contacting my brother. We have little contact, he works in Alaska. We were never that close, but it is what it is, and he’s five years older than me. Dad died when I was young, and when home I visit his grave.

As I start to settle in over the week, I see less of Lorenzo. His reclusive jet setting lifestyle is kind of weird, and unless I’m wrong, he travels, reads scripts, raises finance, visits movie sets, and is forced to attend the odd movie premiere.

And no doubt, he is exploring media projects, and exploring panties.

For whatever reason, he remains overall, serious or grumpy. As if he is frustrated with himself, or the world.

Anyway, we’re slowly becoming unlikely friendly roommates, and when we do catch up, we talk and hang out a little. He gives me shit when he’s in a good mood.

And I give it right back... And it’s fun.

I joined some online dating apps, this week, and I added my best pictures. I got few offers for dates, but I went on a couple.

There was no spark or magic, no one seemed interested in kissing me, or anything else.

Maybe it’s not my thing.

None of them had smoldering sexuality, a warrior feel, or stoic confidence. Even a brute-like edge.

Lorenzo has it all, and it may be unhealthy expecting other men to have it. Not that I’m into it, at all...

Unless I’m circling my clit at night and trying to wear myself out while imagining his eyes. Sometimes, it’s the only way I can sleep naked in his penthouse.

Knowing he’s in bed across the apartment, likely naked, makes it near impossible to sleep.

Lorenzo hasn’t dated since I arrived, but as I design on my laptop, I smell his aftershave. As it wafts into my room, I check the time.

I’d made dinner, as I often do for us, but Lorenzo said he was not staying home to eat. I could tell he has dressed up too, and it was obvious he’d made an effort.

As I work on the new logo, and website for the Zoo, I hear, “don’t stay up.”

I walk out, and I lean against the wall near the elevator. Lorenzo looks hot in his black suit, and he looks too darned hot.

I’m in my black satin boxer-like shorts, and a tight black singlet. As our eyes meet, and he walks towards the elevator, something tells me, he’s going out for one thing.

Sex.

I walk forwards as the elevator comes up, and I look him over. As I adjust Lorenzo’s tie, he clears his throat, and looks uncomfortable.

“Relax, I won’t bite,” I say on tip toes finishing the job.

The big lug lets me perfect it, and I smile, as the doors open. Lorenzo steps in, and he looks serious as if he is on a mission.

“Have fun,” I say, before the doors close and he’s gone. My heart sinks and I walk away, down.

As I read in the penthouse, overlooking New York City, I slide around the large leather chair. I’m just in my tank top and panties, I’m alone, and comfy.

It’s a great book and I’m completely in the zone. I’ve always adored nestling in, to read, and being ultra comfortable is important. The less clothes the better.

I start to have trouble focusing, and part of me is unsure why. Deep down, something tells me it’s him, and knowing he will probably now, be inside someone.

A few hours later, I hear the elevator door chime, and I rub my eyes. I must have drifted off, but before I can move, the main oak doors open and close. A woman with an accent laughs, and I hear high heels on marble. As I hear drinks being made, I slowly rotate the lounge chair I’m on.

In the dark, I will be hard to see. Running across the floor, and looking like an idiot, will also look bad.

In the reflection of the window, I see Lorenzo and a woman drink. Then start to kiss. The image is as clear as day, and the New York City skyline is in the background.

As Lorenzo kisses her long silky neck, he makes the long black dress fall to the ground. She is wearing only a thong, and she is model slim.

As he sucks on her nipples, mine instantly harden.

When Lorenzo growls, and slips his hand down her pants, I bite my bottom lip, and squirm. She purrs like a kitten, and I can hear her slickness from here.

After several minutes she mumbles, “Fuck me.”

I know what she means, and I want to slide a hand down my pants. Lorenzo does not screw around, and he lifts her up, and carries her into his bedroom.

The door does not fully swing closed, and minutes later, I hear her moan. Seconds later, I hear her spanked. As I hear him groan, I imagine him doing things to her.

My clit throbs more, and I squeeze my thighs together. I am so tempted to play with it, and I am wet. I need a release, I need to come soon.

After an amazing twenty minutes, she moans, and shatters loudly. Minutes later, and after letting her come first, I hear Lorenzo growl low and loud.

As I pant in the dak, I hope one day, someone will take me like that. That hard, that deep, with expert skill, and confidence.

Just when I’m about to sneak back to my room, Lorenzo walks out of his room. Naked, he pauses in his door. He listens out, and he doesn’t know I’m here.

All is silent, and all is dark.

After walking naked through his living room, and covered in sweat, he reaches his kitchen. As he opens the refrigerator, it’s light bathes his body in soft white light.

I gasp, and cover my mouth with my hand.

My God he looks incredible, and his cock is thick and firm.

He is not hard, but he is not limp.

As he drinks cold sparkling water, he freezes, then spins. He must sense me in the chair facing the window.

Lorenzo doesn’t bother covering himself, he must realize, it’s way too late for that.

“Hey,” he says husky, sexy and savage from in the distance.

“Hey,” I say, unsure what to say.

“It’s unhealthy to hear that kind of thing.”

“Why?” I ask, kind of knowing, but looking at him in the window. Finally, I do the respectful thing, and I turn in the chair to face him.

“It’s not normal.”

“Well, what’s wrong with it?” I ask, as Lorenzo moves to stand behind the island.

“It’s not for normal people.”

Be confident…

Be confident…

Be confident…

“Well, what if I’m not normal,” I say, walking slowly up to the kitchen island. I hold the book over my hard as heck nipples, but I cannot cover both.

“You’re normal, and don’t go changing.”

We stare at each other, now ten feet apart, and I let the book slip down a little.

I do it just so my nipples are visible, and I act like I don’t know I’ve done it. I notice Lorenzo’s eyes darken ever so slightly, and I watch him change position.

I hear him growl, and it’s hot.

Suddenly, the woman calls out, and the moment is broken. “Come back, I want more!” Our eyes hold, and no one moves. “And you can do anything you want to me.”

I raise a brow, and Lorenzo sighs. He steps closer, around the island that still covers his junk. As he lifts my chin, my heart pumps hard.

We are close. So so close.

“You can’t end up like her, do you understand me?”

My knees are weak, and I am getting wetter. He can also likely smell me. I feel like a scolded girl, and I look towards his bedroom.

To a place I want to be inside. Exhausted. Satiated, and his . I look back, and Lorenzo shakes his head, “No!”

I bite my lip harder, and my clit pulses. My nipples are firm, and they are needy.

As if he can tell, or sense my state, Lorenzo shoves me towards my bedroom. He then smacks my panty-clad butt. “Get out of here. And no more listening.”

I stop, turn and look back, “but it’s hot.”

Lorenzo’s jaw clenches, and he looks at me in my knickers, and tight top. My nipples are large and pebbling. My eyes are likely hooded too.

I watch his mind at work, and he walks slowly up to me. Even if it’s almost pitch dark, I know he is naked and hung.

As he shakes his head, he spanks my butt, again. “Get to bed.”

Lorenzo shoves me away, and he walks back to his doorway. I walk away turned on, before I turn to look back.

Our eyes meet in the night, and he winks. Almost like a friend’s big brother who has a dark side, and can ruin.

As Lorenzo walks into his bedroom to take her, I slide under my sheets, and I kick off my clothes. Under the dark, I listen out in the night.

Soon, I can just hear the woman moan.

I slide two fingers inside myself, and I circle my throbbing clit. I think of him commanding me, and making me come, for him.

Then, I think of him doing whatever he wants to me.

The orgasm is fast, and it is powerful, and deep. As it tears through me, I am shot full of bliss. I buck, shatter hard, and even if it’s fulfilling, I crave him.

I need him stretching me wide, and I need him, making me his.