Southern Charmed Billionaire (8 page)

I could lift her up right now and set her up on the marbled countertop and spread her legs wide before wrapping them around me. I’d make her feel so good, so quickly, she wouldn’t know what hit her as sequins would pop off her dress. Before my cock was even free to hammer into her, I’d drive her to ecstasy with my fingers, touching all the right places, outside and deep within, curling at that special spot, that she would be begging for me to enter into her in no time. I was certain of it.
 

I knew how to make a woman moan, writhe, and get utterly lost in pleasure. It’s something I prided myself on greatly. There was no greater feeling than hearing a woman moan and cry out because you made her feel things no one else could.
 

I wanted to take her so badly right now that my hard-on was clearly visible, and her wandering eyes didn’t miss a beat as she glanced down between us. I didn’t flinch, though. I wasn’t ashamed of being a man in the presence of a woman who turned me on.
 

Her eyes grew wider as she met my stare as I was waiting for her to answer.
 

But I knew women’s emotions could grow complicated at times. And I couldn’t risk adding more drama to her life. And her life  really seemed to have hit a nosedive in the last twenty-four hours, between losing her job and then being kicked out of her house, so the last thing I wanted was to make her feel even more misplaced. But I could make her feel oh-so good to make up for any lost feelings real quick as she found herself experiencing unknown ecstasy with me. My desire wrestled with logic.
 

She bit her lip, and I saw in her eyes that she wanted me, too. I wanted to kiss her to silence any objections she may utter out of fear.
 

She was different than the other women in my life.
 

There were edges to her I sought to know, and she had a body my hand longed to touch.
 

I hadn’t thought of kissing her.
 

I hadn’t at all.
 

But ever since the words escaped her mouth when I pulled up, I couldn’t get the image out of my mind of how fast I’d take her.
 

Standing this close to her alone, I needed to leave fast before I regretted
something. My animalistic instincts were about to take over, and I needed the cold air against my skin fast.
 

“I’ll show you around real fast before I leave.” I withdrew my hand, and I turned away from her tucking my raging hard-on in an upper tuck. She didn’t know it, but I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror in front of me, and her look on her face said it all.
 

She wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.
 

Her face said it all.
 

This only served as a little flame inside to keep it up. To keep it
all
up. Who knows what could happen with just thirty more heated minutes between us?
 

I led her up the stairway to show her to the master suite. But instead of walking towards the door, I stood at the mouth of the stairs, instructing her where everything was with my words. Because I knew that if I got within eyeshot of a bed with her it was going to be all over.
 

And fast.
 

“Well, you have had a very interesting and long day. I’m sure you’re just aching to take a hot bath. It’s jetted.” I winked at her, eliciting a blush.
 

Chuckling inside at the way I made her get all keyed up with the faintest hint of innuendos, something inside of me spun. And it was more than just erotic lust, it was lyrics, running through my muse, spurred on by desire.
 

“Good night, Kate. Thank you for your assistance. It’s greatly appreciated.” I nodded a small gentlemanly nod and shifted to leave. “Oh, and I’ll have a check delivered for you by the midmorning.” I didn’t turn around to find any objecting looks or to wait for her to ask me to stay. I left, fast.
 

Before I even buckled my seat belt, I felt the words forming in my synapses: a new song. Inspired once again by the woman of the hour.
 

I grabbed my cell phone and slid open to voice memo as I zoomed away. “Lyrics.” I pressed the red record button and sang the words that flowed out of me.
 

Leaving you
 

Needing you
 

Baby I’ve got it bad for you
 

Touching you
 

Wanting you
 

Baby I’ve gotta have you
 

What if just tonight
 

Our stars align
 

We take aflight
 

Into the mornin’ light
 

We let it all go
 

And throw our caution aside
 

join wind and chance—
 

My recording was interrupted. Incoming call from Granddaddy, my phone read.
 

“Ugh!” It was about to get all hot and heavy, these lyrics were. I just knew it.
 

I quickly saved the memo before taking his call.
 

“Atticus?” His voice sounded weak and frail.
 

“Yes, Granddaddy?” I felt panic spread over me like a light blanket. He didn’t sound good.
 

“Are you comin’ back to the country home tonight?”
 

“Certainly.”
 

“Well, I need to speak with you. I’ll be waiting up. I…just wanted you to know I have a very important matter to discuss with you. The sooner you come home, the better.”
 

“I’m on my way.” There was no way to stop the worry from filling my mind and heart about Granddaddy now. Only little naughty, lust-filled thoughts of her would do the trick for that.
 

Chapter Seven
 

Kate
 

I stood there at the bottom of the stairs, watching him leave. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to see what would happen if we had a minute longer together. He was this close. This close! To kissing me. And that hard on underneath his tux. Damn.
 

My pussy clenched in hot need as I saw his cock knowing that it wanted me. I hadn’t been that turned on in, well, who knows how long.
 

I needed a cool shower to shake me of this crazy lust.
 

I strolled across my new master bedroom and straight to the bathroom to inspect the scene. But laid out so beautifully was an oversized, jetted tub that was so large it looked like a party could be popping in there. There was a basket filled with bath gel, oils, and bubble bath, and it was calling my name instead.
 

I slung my heels off like they were fire ants—rich, pretty fire ants! And I shimmied to get out of this absurdly expensive dress. Thank goodness the stylist had good grace to have a few arrays of body shapers and spanx for me to choose from. But damn, it was tight! Spanx were no joke!
 

Ten minutes later, my body felt light and free as bird floating without constraints, With a glass of rosé I found in the richly well stocked wine bar in my hand, I let myself slip into the steamy waters deliciously. It was the fanciest tub I’d ever experienced in my life. And I still couldn’t stop thinking about him and how riled up he made me feel. The jets felt good along the soles of my feet, and I sighed, reveling in the much-needed pampering moment.
 

The feelings he invoked in me felt like a dangerous wildfire. With him leaving and now out of my sight, I still ached with a lust that could not be quenched.
 

It had been so long since I had been kissed.
 

So long since I’d been touched.
 

So long since someone had leaned in towards me like that, rock-hard.
 

For me.
 

And he wasn’t just any man.
 

He was Atticus Branch III, freaking billionaire and demigod, and he was hard. For me.
 

A giggle escaped my lips, and I slid further into the bubbles. The jets now massaged my calves, and a few flurries floated up my inner thigh.
 

Would we ever kiss?
 

Would we ever do
more
than kiss?
 

What would it be like to have a guy like that between my legs?
 

What would it be like to have his hands along my inner thighs with the request, “Tell me what you like, baby.”
 

Heavy throbs stung at my nipples and shot down to my core, into deeply longing places within. I bit my lip, smiling deliciously at what it would feel like, just once.
 

Mmmm…I lowered my head fully in the water now, as my body indulged itself more deeply into my personal fantasies of luxury.
 

I smiled again, thinking of our flirtatious moment in the kitchen. Feeling like a schoolgirl, I replayed the scene over and over in my head. It felt good to flirt, to feel wanted and to reciprocate playfully. Yet I really wasn’t trying to flirt, was I? I really wanted to know if he was looking for sex, which made him take a step towards me and ask of me if that is what I wanted.
Um, hello? Flirting!
 

When he didn’t say yes, a small part of me wanted to say yes. Okay, it was a lot more than just a small part of me.
 

I hadn’t felt passion like that for a man in a long time. Since my ex, I dove myself into work and strategies to pull myself out of the mess I was in. And even while I dated my ex for a short while, we hardly even had sex, if you could call it that. Chris was a man who couldn’t help but be quick. I never climaxed. Never came. And he didn’t give a fuck about it.
 

I forgot what it was like to feel such intense rushes of heat in multiple places at the same time, all over my body and what felt like beyond. But Atticus reminded me of it real quick.
 

I forgot what it felt like to have the hair on the back of my neck stand up and domino down my spine. I forgot what it was like to have my nipples erect so hard and tight, it convinced their sister down below to join the party of desire, both sensual centers singing a pretty clear tune:
let’s get it on! Now!
 

Touch me!
 

Fuck me!
 

Kiss me!
 

God, I was so turned on.
 

I took a sip of my rosé, still thinking about it all. Thinking of my luck. Thinking of that hard-on. Would he get rid of it by thinking of me? And what would he think of doing to me?
 

My phone rested on the side of the bathtub, practically winking at me, tempting me to be naughty. I was so tempted to text him to come back here because he forgot something. If he asked what it was, I would say it’s in the bathtub.
 

Then he would find me in here, naked.
 

I took another sip of rosé, feeling a nice buzz. I closed my eyes and felt relaxation on another level. My heartbeat quickened as my hands slid over my breasts, thinking of his lips on my nipples. It had been ages since a man had sucked on them with ferocity, sending ripples of pleasures all over my body. And I really loved it when a man sucked me hard.
 

When a man touched me down there, God, it had been so long!
 

The jets felt so good against my skin; it was as if a little erotic thought floated about in the bubbles to draw a little closer to the jets. No one was around to judge me. No one was in the house. I deserved pleasure. I deserved release.
 

I couldn’t get his smile out of my head.
Now his kisses are trailing down my stomach. Then to the bottom of my core. His mouth feels oh-so right, fuck. It’s trailing down my stomach, teasing me as it gets closer and closer, and then his tongue strokes my throbbing, sensitive center—oh god!
 

The bubbling pressure within me roiled over, my fantasy overwhelming my body as I cried out. “Yes, Atticus!”
 

I spread my legs wider, feeling every bit of sensation surround me as the jets explored me, and I pretended every single sensation was him.
 

My hands slid under my bottom, lifting up my pelvis, and the jets hit a spot along my clit just right. It was the release I so passionately and desperately sought. And thank fuck, it was coming fast and hard.
 

When it was over, my whole body tingled as the thought involuntarily floated to
the front of my mind: I was already falling in lust for a man I barely knew.
 

My phone rang, waking me up out of dreamland. A dreamland so sweet, I could have sworn I found my release with Atticus.
 

“Uhm, Kate? What the fuck, Coz? You leading some kind of double life?”
 

“What are you talking about?” I murmured, still half-asleep in dream world.
 

“Um, the society pages?”
 

“Society pages…” I yawned dramatically as I lay there, cozy as a kitten on a soft, fuzzy pillow in the luxurious bed belonging to my billionaire owner.
 

I blinked back my heavy eye lids. It had been a long day and night yesterday.
 

“What on God’s green earth are you doing on the arm of Atticus Branch III, which first of all, is one hell of a name. Let me just put that out for the record right now. Secondly, how the hell do you look like you’re as smoking hot as an A-list leading actress headed to the Oscars? Dressed to the nines in an, and I quote from this write-up, ‘a black Oscar de la Renta gown fit like a glove on this newcomer’s curves. But look out, something tells me we haven’t seen the last of this feisty private chef who not only splashed waters and turned heads last night, but she also ruffled royal feathers of reality TV star Brittany Branch.’ Like, is this
you
? Where’s the Kate I know, and what have you done with her?”