Billionaire's Bribe (Blackmailed Into Bed) BBW Erotica (5 page)

Eva, I’ve decided I can’t wait
through the weekend to see you again. I will be picking you up from your
apartment at seven o’clock for dinner. There will be a box waiting for
you—be sure to open it. Be ready.

Her
heart thundering with anticipation, Eva looked at the clock. It was a quarter
to five now—nearly time to go home.
Greyson
always let everyone close down an hour early on Fridays. Quickly she ran
through her end of the day routine, packing things up and making sure
everything was locked, shut down and secured.

She
looked at the clock to see she still had five minutes, and shrugged. No one was
going to miss her. Snatching up her purse, she practically ran for the
elevator.

When
she arrived home, the box was waiting for her on the kitchen counter. She
didn’t know how he’d gotten into her apartment, and nor did she care. Hastily,
she ripped off the golden wrapping paper and tossed it aside along with the box
lid.

With
a gasp, she lifted a halter dress of sapphire colored satin from the box. The
material was soft and rich against her fingers, and she had no doubt that, as
familiar as
Greyson
was with her body, it would fit
perfectly. Beneath it lay a three-piece jewelry set—earring, a necklace,
and a bracelet—all sapphires and gold. She had no doubt they were real,
and must have cost a fortune. She lifted the bracelet gingerly from the box and
ran her fingers over the stones. No one had ever bought her anything so costly,
or beautiful.

Glancing
at the clock, she hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower. She rubbed
lavender oil into every inch of her body so that her skin would glow and smell
glorious for him. After blow drying and styling her hair into an up do, she
slipped into the dress. The soft material rested directly against her
skin—it was backless so she couldn’t wear a bra, and she had taken to not
wearing panties anymore around him; he’d already destroyed three pairs.

Knowing
she didn’t have much time to spare, she did her makeup and grabbed a black
clutch purse from the closet. She was just slipping stilettos onto her feet
when the doorbell rang.

Greyson
stood outside her doorstep with a bouquet of blood-red
roses in his arms. He was dressed in a suit, as was custom for him. She took
the flowers with a murmured word of thanks.

“I’ve
been thinking about you in that dress all afternoon,” he told her after she’d
put the roses in water and locked the door behind her.

“It’s
gorgeous.” She touched the dangling sapphires at her ear. “Everything’s
gorgeous. Thank you so much.”

He
simply smiled. “They pale in comparison to the woman wearing them.”

A
stretch limo waited on the street for them. Eva admired the leather interior as
she settled onto one of the seats.
Greyson
pulled her
into his lap and kissed her breathless.

“You’re
going to ruin my make up,” she managed when he finally moved his mouth down her
neckline, searing her skin with hot kisses.

“It
won’t matter where we’re going.”

The
dress he’d given her had high slits on both sides, so he was easily able to
slip his fingers beneath the material to touch her. She moaned, arching her
back, as he sank his fingers deep into her. His teeth closed around one of her
nipples, sucking it through the fabric of her dress.

He
brought her to a shuddering climax, and then he was in her, filling her, taking
her. Straddled on top of him, her fingers gripping the top of the seat, she
could look out the window and watch the city flashing by as he moved inside
her. Glowing billboards and bright lights blurred as he slammed her against
him, over and over, with single-minded intensity. He dragged her head down for
another kiss, and she sensed a kind of desperation, as though this were the
last time they would be together.

The
thought chilled her despite the scorching intensity of their passion.

After
they were finish she sat across from him and took out her compact. Carefully
she reapplied her lipstick and touched up her hair.
Greyson
watched her as he fastened his belt around his waist once more.

They
came to a stop outside a huge Victorian style house. From the looks of things
as she stepped out, she could only surmise that they were on the Upper East
Side, where a majority of New York’s wealthy lived. He led her up beautiful
stone-carved steps and into the house. The foyer was expansive, the warm
cream-yellow walls and honey-oak flooring lending a welcome air to the place.
He led her up a winding staircase to the top floor, and out onto a terrace,
where a table sat waiting for them.

“What
do you think?” he asked as he poured them wine.

“It’s
beautiful.” She looked out over the twinkling expanse of the city. “I would
expect nothing less from you.”

A man wearing a black and white chef’s uniform wheeled
in a cart laden with food.
Eva surmised that he was the personal chef as
Greyson
greeted him warmly and thanked him—it was
obvious the two were familiar with each other.

“I
hope you don’t mind salmon,” he told her as the food was served.

She
smiled. “It’s one of my favorites.”

The
chef left them to the meal, and they sat in silence, simply enjoying the food.
Eva noticed
Greyson’s
countenance was becoming more and
more melancholy as the seconds stretched by. When he’d drained his third glass
of wine, she reached over the table and grasped his hand.

“
Greyson
, what’s wrong?”

His
grey eyes, always so full of energy and alive with emotion, were dark. “I think
I might be falling in love with you.”

She
drew her hand back. “What?”

“I…
this isn’t just a game for me anymore.” His voice was flooded with sincerity.
“I’ve come to discover in these past couple of weeks that I don’t just derive
pleasure from your body, but what is inside your head. You’re beautiful inside
and out, and I know that you weren’t intending to hurt me when you lied about
your experience. I was just using that as an excuse to have you.”

Eva
smiled. “I could have told you that.”

He
waved a hand as if to dismiss her words. “Even so, I can no longer in good
conscience force you to abide by this agreement. I can’t continue to take you
to my bed knowing that should you have a choice, you wouldn’t be in it in the
first place. I hereby release you from your obligation.”

Her
heart filled with a mixture of tenderness and joy, this time she was the one to
reach across the table and take his hand. “
Greyson
,
it has always been my choice. I could have easily walked out of your office
that day and never looked back. There are other jobs, even if I don’t think I
could ever find one as enjoyable as the one you’ve given me. I agreed because I
wanted you. And even though you’ve released me, I still want you. Perhaps even
more than ever, now that you’ve done so.”

A
spark lit his eyes as he grinned at her. “Do you really mean that?”

She
nodded. “I’ve come to see the man beneath the suit. I don’t know everything
about him, but I know the way he makes me feel when he talked to me, how he
ignites a fire in my body every time he touches me.

Standing,
she came around the table and leaned down. “I know I have feelings for you, and
that someday they might grow into love. I’d like to stick around, and find
out.” She gave him a long, sweet kiss, and smiled when his arms came around to
clutch her to him. His arms were warm and strong around her, his lips tender.

“You
can stay as long as you want,” he finally told her, dropping a kiss onto her
nose. “Who
knows.
Maybe I’ll even let you stay
forever.”

She
grinned. “So glad to hear it. Now take me to bed already. I’m tired of
waiting.”

With
a laugh, he scooped her up and carried her inside.

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