Billionaire Decoded (11 page)

"Hi, Brecken," she said as
soon she picked up the phone. "Where are you?"

He smiled. "Hello, Heather. I’m
at Mabel's Bed and Breakfast."

" Do you want me to come by
after you've settled in? I can give you a tour of the area."

"Not much settling in to
do," he commented. "If it's convenient, I'm ready for a tour if you
are."

She laughed. "I doubt there's
much I can show you that you haven't seen somewhere," she commented. “I'm
sure you've been in pretty rustic locations around the world."

He said nothing, wanting her to go
on. He loved the sound of her voice.

"You being a jet setter and
all, I can imagine there are not many places you
haven’t
been." She paused. "Then again, you said you've
never been to New Hampshire, which kind of surprises me."

"Really?" he asked,
sitting down on the bed. The mattress was so comfortable that he resisted the
urge to lie down. "I've never been to Vermont, either. Or Maine.”

"Seriously?" she gasped.
"Well then, you're in for a treat. Give me about thirty minutes and I'll
be by, okay? Oh… and I hope you're not wearing a suit?"

"No suit today, Heather,"
he said. "I'm wearing khakis, loafers, and a polo."

"Did you happen to bring hiking
shoes?"

He laughed. "Am I going to need
them?"

"They might come in handy. We
can stop by the shoe store in town. I have a beautiful location I want to show
you, but it's kind of rocky and loafers might not be the best idea."

"Okay, we can stop by and get a
pair of hiking shoes and anything else you think I might need for my
stay."

She laughed and agreed. "Okay,
I’ll be over in just a bit. I'll bring some cookies for Mabel that my mom made.
She'll appreciate that."

"You know Mabel and her husband,
John?" he asked, surprised.

"I know just about everybody in
the county," she replied, as if surprised by the question. "I grew up
here. Everyone knows everyone else, and I have to warn you, everyone knows
everyone's business, too!"

He laughed. "Okay, I'll be
ready. I have the attic room."

"All right, I’ll see you
soon."

*

True to her word, Heather arrived
about thirty minutes later. He was surprised that he filled the time waiting
just thinking about her. He had an overwhelming desire to kiss her, and no
doubt certainly something more, if she allowed it. If he had been reading her
correctly, he knew she found him attractive. It was the way she looked at him
not only during their interview, but during the past week when they had worked
together.

People could pretty well disguise
their expressions and emotions, but Heather had not been able to disguise the
way her pupils dilated every time she saw him. He could take that to mean any
number of things, but he would like to think it was because she was sexually
attracted to him.

By the time he heard footsteps
climbing the stairs to his room and then the soft knock on his door, he was
already more than aware of the desire he felt for her. He glanced down at
himself, hoping she wouldn’t notice, and moved to answer the door.

He opened it to find her tentatively
smiling up at him. She wore blue jeans, hiking shoes, and a dark green T-shirt.
A sweater was tied around her waist. He opened the door wider and gestured for
her to come in, and then closed the door softly behind her.

"Wow, I've never been up here
in the attic space," she said, glancing around. "Mabel's done a great
job with decorating."

He stepped up behind her as she
moved toward the window to look out at the street. In mid-February, the trees
were still bare of leaves, but it was still quiet, secluded, and picturesque.
In the far distance, he saw the glimmer of a lake. She turned around suddenly,
surprising him. Doing so, her breasts brushed up against his chest. He saw her
face turned nearly beet red.

He didn't beat around the bush. His
groin tightened. "Heather, I… I'm going to kiss you."

She looked up at him in wide-eyed
dismay, but then to his surprise she placed her hands on his shoulders and
lifted herself up onto her tiptoes. He stared at her lips – soft, lush, and
inviting his touch. He obliged. Just the touch of her lips on his caused his
dick to harden. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he pulled her closer
to him so that there would be no mistaking his intention.

While she made a funny noise in her
throat, she pressed her hips into his. She opened her mouth still more,
inviting further exploration. His tongue dipped inside her mouth, and tangled
with her own while he lifted one hand and gently caressed the side of her face,
and then cupped his hand on the nape of her neck. She moaned softly in her
throat and it was all he could do to maintain control. God, she was so hot, so
sexy, answering his kiss with a passion that matched his own.

He broke off the kiss, stared down
at her for several moments, a grin turning up the corners of his mouth. She
stared up at him in wide-eyed amazement.

"You're sure?"

She nodded. "Protection?"

"Covered," he said. He had
a condom in his wallet. You never knew when you were going to get lucky. He
wasn't thinking about it that way with Heather. With her, he wanted to give her
as much pleasure as he gained out of their encounter. He wanted to feel her
warm skin against his. He wanted to feel her writhing with ecstasy beneath him.

Dipping his head to kiss her again,
he wrapped his left arm around her. His right hand settled on her waist and
then slowly inched upward toward her breasts. She was kissing him, her own
hands roaming over his back, his shoulders, and then, to his delight, tugged
the polo shirt from his trousers.

While his hand made its way to her
breast, she slid hers underneath his shirt to encompass the warm skin of his
chest. Her palm brushed against his nipple, causing it to harden. He gasped in
surprise.

His hand cupped her breast, squeezed
gently, and then, through her T-shirt and her bra, he brushed his thumb across
her nipple. It hardened immediately beneath his touch. In the next instant, she
had stepped back, her face flushed with passion, her pupils dilated. He smiled
as she quickly pulled the T-shirt off over her head and tossed it onto the bed.
While he was busily ogling her breasts, she reached for the bottom of his polo
and pulled it completely away from his trousers. In another instant, his own
shirt was off and had joined hers on the bed.

She stared at his chest while he
stared at her own. Slowly, she reached her arms behind her back to unhook her
bra. It loosened and her breasts shifted position as she shrugged her shoulders
forward and the bra slipped down her arms. She tossed that toward the bed, as
well. She was gorgeous, her breasts firm and plump, her nipples hard, erect,
and a rosy pink. As he stared at them, first one and then the other, they
hardened even more.

She pressed herself against him,
nuzzling the crook of his neck. He wanted to feel her in his mouth. He bent
down and dipped his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She clasped
the back of his head, throwing her own head back. He lathed, circled, and
suckled on her nipple while she arched her back up into him, pressing his face
closer to her warm flesh. He gave his full attention to one nipple, then lifted
his head to give the other one equal attention. She breathed heavily, gasping
for breath, moaning.

She began to fumble at the waistband
of his pants. He was so hard, aching for her, aching to thrust himself deep
within her moist center. In a scramble of arms, they disrobed each other, and
then paused only long enough to step out of their pants and shoes. Finally,
they stood naked in front of one another, looking their fill.

Once again, he wrapped her in his
arms, hot flesh against hot flesh. Their clothes, shoes, and socks puddled
around their feet on the floor. He slid down onto his knees, his tongue tracing
a trail of kisses as he lowered himself to the floor. He encouraged her to join
him. She did. She was game that was for sure. She was giving as well as
receiving. So he had judged the situation correctly. They had both felt sexual
attraction.

He hadn't been with another woman
since he'd separated from Alyson… No, he didn't even want to think about her.
Not here, not with Heather. Facing each other, both on their knees and arms
wrapped around each other, this was all he wanted to think about.

She wasn't shy, and although she
seemed a bit inexperienced, she nevertheless let him know what she wanted. She
did that by reaching her hand between them and grasping his hard cock in her
hand. She gripped it firmly, and then slowly began to stroke. His hands cupped
her buttocks, pulling her groin even closer toward his. Carefully, he lowered
them both to the floor so that they were lying side by side, still facing each
other. He couldn't get enough of her. She was warm, welcoming his touches, and
he could do nothing but succumb to hers. Her touch was delicious, soft,
sometimes tentative, but mostly just hot.

He smiled as he broke off yet
another passionate kiss and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her, his
weight balanced on his hands and knees. His dick bounced lightly and tapped
against her belly. He lowered himself to kiss her while her arms reached up to
grasp his. He felt her fingers exploring his biceps, the bulge of his triceps
muscles, and then moving to his upper back and then down along his waistline.
When she cupped his buttocks in her hands, it nearly tipped him over the edge.

Muttering, kissing her, he reached
his hand toward his pants close by and pulled the wallet out of the back
pocket. He fumbled for the condom packet. She noticed what he was doing and
smiled before reaching over to grasp the packet herself. Staring up at him, she
ripped it open with her teeth and removed the rolled piece of rubber from its
foil packet.

"Let me do it," she
whispered.

His dick responded. He nodded,
balancing himself on his hands while she took her delicious time placing the
condom over his head, slowly unrolling as her hand caressed every millimeter of
his length. He maneuvered his knees so that they were inside hers. She lifted
and spread her legs, her feet on the floor as she welcomed him. His heart raced
as he saw the pulse in her throat pumping with excitement. Lowering himself, he
kissed her while he guided his penis toward her slit. Slowly, he dipped inside.
God, she was so wet and ready for him.

She gasped and pulled him closer.
With her hands still clutching his buttocks, she lifted her hips and forcefully
pulled him deeper inside her. It was exquisite. She was tight and he reveled in
the sensations as he slid in easily. He held still for a moment, relishing
every second. Then, he began to move.

Every time he thrust deep inside
her, she slightly lifted her hips to meet him. Soon, they both moved faster,
their hearts beating harder. She met every thrust with her hips, inviting him
to go deeper, harder. After a short time, he heard the soft mewling sound
issuing from her throat. He knew she was going to cum and he slowed his strokes
though he continued to thrust deeply. He gritted his teeth against his own
desire to climax. He wanted her to experience it first. Then, her head thrown
back, she made another noise, somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. He felt her
internal muscles contracting around him. He let himself go, and in the next
instant felt a surge of liquid making its way up his shaft as he too achieved
orgasm.

They both literally froze, enjoying
the sensations raging through them. When the waves of pleasure were finally
subsiding, he allowed himself to collapse on top of her, but not for long. As
the blood stopped pounding in his ears, he looked at her and smiled. She smiled
back.

"I've never done that
before," she said, her voice whispery soft.

"I haven't, either," he
admitted.

They lay still for several moments
and then he pulled himself from her. As she turned to start grabbing for her
clothes, he pulled the condom off his still erect penis. He spied a box of
Kleenex on the bedside table, quickly stood and moved to it, discreetly hiding
the condom in the Kleenex. He wrapped several more tissues around it and then
bunched it up and threw it in the trashcan under the secretary desk. He would
take care of that later. He didn’t want anyone to know what he and Heather had
done up here. After all, she said it was a small town. He could imagine how
quickly gossip would flame. They had only been up here for a little while,
probably not even long enough for anyone to question her presence, if they even
knew she was up here.

"What would Mable think?"
he teased, grinning at her, not at all embarrassed that he stood naked in front
of a half-dressed Heather.

"I have no idea," she laughed.
"Neither one of them appeared to be home. I left a container of cookies on
the kitchen table."

He smiled at her; amazed that she
didn't appear the least embarrassed by her behavior, nor his. At the same time,
he didn't get the impression that she did this often. "Heather," he
began, stooping down to pick up his own clothes. "I don't want you to get
the impression that I do this all the time…"