My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (48 page)

“Did you enjoy it,” I asked as her body was still under mine teasing me and begging for me to fuck her.

“I did, a lot more than I thought I would.”

I laughed a bit. I liked her lightheartedness. “Well I will take that as a compliment. Now I hate to end this so abruptly, but if I stay like this any longer I won’t be able to hold myself back from doing other things to you. I am going to go home and take myself a nice, long cold shower.”

She just laughed a little innocent giggle that made me cover her mouth with mine. I wanted one last kiss and a little grind against her beautiful frame before I moved away.

“My car will pick you up tomorrow and take you to your hard earned reward. What time in the evening is good for you?”

“I guess around nine works for me,” she said with a gleaming smile on her face. I knew that smile, she was a satisfied participant of my test. It was only the first one. I hoped that she would want to take part in the other tests as well. I had a feeling that she could make it all the way to the end.

“Goodbye my delicious tasting Alicia,” I said as I gave her one more sweet kiss. Then I rolled off of her and pulled her dress down over her, covering her back up. Then I left her flat. The entire car ride back to my penthouse I thought about what we had accomplished together. This was the first time I had performed the Keeping Quiet test halfway and been interrupted, and then finishing it off at another time. I liked it. It was refreshing. It was something new, and with an American woman as well. That was new too, and I liked new. I could never stay with one woman too long, I was a true playboy that got bored very fast. A part of me hoped that I would not get bored with this stunningly beautiful American creature before the summer was over. It was hard to find women to say yes to the test and then not fall in love with me. This one however was special. I could feel it. I hated that I had to lie to her, but I was who I was.

“Take me to Emery’s place,” I told the driver. I needed to fuck. No cold shower was going to relieve me of what I had going on in my pants. I was on fire.

Minutes later, I was at Emery’s door. She was my maid yes, and she hated me, but she never ever told me no. She was like me, addicted to the sex. I didn’t bother with the foreplay. As soon as she let me into her place I grabbed her and tore her panties off. “Oh, fuck me Mason. Please, I missed your cock,” she said to me in our native French tongue. I put my hands under her ass and cupped her cheeks as I pushed her high against the wall. I kissed her aggressively, and then unzipped my pants, releasing my hard cock, letting it loose from its cage. I penetrated her hard and deep with one thrust and she screamed in delight as her nails trailed down my back. I think she was even drawing blood with her claws. Then I moved hard and fast, fucking her as I swayed my hips in and out of her. “Yes, you like my hard cock inside of you, don’t you?”

I said whispering in her ear. She shouted “Yes, yes!” over and over. Then I pulled out and placed her back on her feet. I turned her around and pushed her up against the wall and fucked her from behind until I was releasing inside of her, and thinking about Alicia. I knew it was wrong, but I never said I was a good man. I was honest with all of them, that I was a very bad indulgent man, still each of them wanted more and more of my very bad behavior.

ALICIA

I thought long and hard about whether or not I wanted to take the next test. I had to admit that I rather enjoyed the first one. But would taking the second one push me too deep into Mason’s world? I was unsure about these things because it was the first time I had ever been exposed to them. How would I behave if I did start to have feelings for him?

Then it was time. It was time for my reward. I laughed at how strange and silly it all was. But it was extraordinary. The car pulled up and I jumped in the backseat and we were on the familiar path to Mason’s penthouse. I hoped that I would not have to deal with the maid or any other strange women bursting in the door this time. I wanted to enjoy this experience and not be reminded that Mason was a French billionaire playboy.

“I’m glad you came to claim your reward Alicia, my beautiful American woman,” Mason said as he opened the door to his penthouse.

“I earned that reward so I might as well claim it,” I smiled.

“I know you are going to like it. It is there,” he said pointing to a door.

“What?” I asked.

“Behind that door. You must open the door to get your reward,” he said.

“What is it?”

“I can not tell you. You must see for yourself.”

“Okay,” I said knowing full well that this man loved tricks. I took off my coat and laid down my purse and walked to the door. I slowly pushed it open. I was astonished by what I saw inside…

Keeping Still

Book 2

Description:

Alicia was feeling excited that she had passed the first erotic test of her billionaire French lover, Mason Dreux. Now she was going to get the reward promised to her for passing the test. She didn’t do it just for the rewards of course, but it was a nice perk. She is, however naive of the wonderful and unbelievable way he gives her, her reward, and is blown away by the reward itself. Then it is time for Alicia to think about taking the next test, but after learning the identity of the dramatic woman that interrupted test number one as a famous French actress, she wants to learn more about her French billionaire lover. She makes a pop in visit to his billion-dollar company in the Parisian financial district to see if she can learn more about this mysterious man. Will she agree to take the second test? Or will it be too much for her where she decides to draw the line?

PART 2

ALICIA

I could not believe everything that had happened to me since arriving in the most romantic city in the world, Paris. I went from just enjoying the every day life of the Parisian culture to being involved with a very bad man that happened to be a very gorgeous billionaire. It was during my participation in the most regular Parisian activity, of sitting at a café sketching and people watching, that this man found me. Not only was he tall dark and mysterious, but he was a playboy, and I fell for his smooth talking ways and agreed to partake in one of his erotic tests. I had to admit, it was hotter than I ever expected it to be and it took the act of oral sex to another level that gave me the most explosive orgasm of my life. I wasn’t sure what I had gotten myself into, but I knew that I wanted to go deeper into it. After all I was just visiting for the summer, so once I left, I could just put this all behind me as a lovely sexual fantasy in Paris with the Parisian billionaire, Mason Dreux. I would regret it, if I did not try it out at least. Now, I was getting my reward for passing my first test and I was very intrigued as to what it would be. Knowing this man I assumed it would be diamond earrings, or the like. But as I stood in the doorway I could not believe what I was looking at. “What is this?” I could barely get the words out.

“Yes, it is confusing, but go ahead and step in,” he said following behind me as I stepped into the room. As I looked around the room the scent of roses and lavender filled the air. This was because the room was filled with flowers. From top to bottom the room was filled with them and on the floor were boxes wrapped in elegant foil papers and ribbons. “You must pick one and only one,” he said as he gestured toward the boxes. I smiled and felt like a kid on Christmas morning. I ran into the room and buried my face in a large bouquet of roses and lavender. It smelled like heaven. Then I walked through the labyrinth of gifts. It was an amazing and unusual experience. I finally picked a tall box that came up to my waist.

“That one? Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes!” I screamed.

He laughed, “Okay then, open it my little sketch artist.”

I ripped off the paper and opened the box. Then I gasped. “Is that…?” I could barely get the words out as I picked it up out of the box.

“Yes, and it is real and original,” he said as he moved toward me.

“I can’t believe this,” I said as I held it up. It was a small-framed painting, a Marcel Duchamp.

“Believe it. I bought it at auction a few years ago. I am happy to see it in the hands of an artist,” he said as he kissed me.

“Are you sure you want to give this to me?” I asked.

“Yes, you earned it. It is your reward, remember?” he said.

I set the delicate painting down and then jumped up in his arms wrapping my legs around his waist to give him a long kiss. I did love paintings and being given an original one was beyond my wildest dreams. Mason kissed me back and moaned as he cupped my ass in his hands. I was becoming aroused and I pushed my hands through his dark locks as he kissed me. Then he pulled away and said, “No, not yet. Let’s save it. That brings me to my next question. Come with me,” he said as he placed me down on my feet and walked out of the room. I picked up my painting and followed him to the front door. “You are really good at restraint,” I said.

“Well, it pays off in the end,” he winked at me.

“I was very impressed that you were able to leave after performing the first test on me with out fucking me,” I said looking at him.

“Well, to be honest. I went and fucked another woman to relieve myself afterwards. You drove me crazy and I wanted to fuck you, but not yet,” he said bluntly.

My mouth fell open. I forgot for a few minutes that I was dealing with a playboy. He did whom he wanted when he wanted without thinking of anyone else. “That is very… uh, French of you, but I guess I’m not really shocked,” was all I could say.

“As I said before Alicia, I am not looking for love or a girlfriend. This is sex and sex only, but the best sex of our lives, no? I will always be honest with you and I do not want to give you the impression that you are the only woman in my life. I have many women, but for now you are the one I spend the most time on, but just for now. Is that understood?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, I understand. I do not think I am your girlfriend, or your only lover,” I said repeating him so that he knew that I was clear that he was a playboy. He was very bad for me, but at least he was honest. He walked with me to his black car. Then he said, “Go home. Find a nice place to hang your beautiful painting. Then think about this, question. Would you like to move on to the second test? You don’t have to answer now, but soon…”

“Well what is the second test?” I asked.

“Just as before, I cannot tell you until you agree,” he said.

“Not even a hint…?” I pleaded, batting my long lashes at him. He laughed a little and said, “Very well, the hint is… the second test does not take place in Paris.”

My eyes grew wide, “What do you mean?”

“That is all I can say, now go, and call me when you have an answer,” he said as he kissed me on the forehead and sent me on my way.

When I arrived home I placed my new painting beside my Juliet balcony, so that when I looked out the window at Paris, I would also see my Parisian painting. It was perfect. It had been a few crazy days since I had first met Mason Dreux, the billionaire, and still he was a stranger to me. I went in search of his business card that he first gave to me when he I doubted his status. I found it, and looked up the address to his building. It was in the financial district of Paris and not far from where I was staying. “Hmmm… maybe I will drop in on you Mr. Billionaire, to see who you really are,” I said out loud to myself. For now, however I needed some alone time. I picked up the phone and booked a spa for the following day. Then I ordered some French delicacies to be delivered to my door for a quiet dinner and movie at home. It was the perfect way to relax. However, I got the shock of my life. I was eating my dinner crepe stuffed with potatoes and cheese when I saw her on my television screen. I was watching an indie French film and for one scene only with a few lines, there was Margaret, the elegant French woman that burst in on us during the first test while at Mason’s penthouse. She was a damn French actress! I watched in awe as her dramatics on the screen almost matched the dramatics I saw in his penthouse. This… was my competition… sort of. In other words, this was the company I was now keeping in being a part of Mason’s roster of women. Some part of me felt good about it, and the other half of me felt inadequate. Well, shit. I guess I will do a pop in on him at his building after all. I couldn’t let this damn gorgeous French actress have all the fun. 

The next day I dressed in a fabulous red dress that cinched at the waist and looped out into a big circle skirt with black ballet flats. I topped it all off with a nice black scarf for which I tied around my slender waist. Then I was on my way. I arrived in the financial district and it was impressive, looking like an emerald city of glass. I made my way to the tallest skyscraper and saw the emblem for Igene, Mason’s company. There were many people busy about in gorgeous and fashionable business suits. I made my way to the front desk and asked to see Mr. Dreux. The woman looked at me like I was crazy.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked in broken English.

“Yes, tell him it is the American sketch artist,” I smiled at my little joke. She did not. She called up to his office and spoke in French and giggled a little bit. I assumed she was talking to his secretary and they were no doubt making fun of me. She hung up the phone and said, “Have a seat, his secretary is checking to see if he is available,” she said. In other words his secretary was checking to see if I was just some nut job off the street. I sat down and waited and watched as one gorgeous woman after another clacked their heels across the marble floors. Finally I heard, “Miss, he will see you now.”