The Billionaire's Prescription: BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance (5 page)

Naomi’s eyes burned as if tears would appear and fall at any moment. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling. Her heart wanted her to tell Chris he’d been right all along ─ she was as crazy about him as he was about her. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since that night in Durham.

At night in bed, she couldn’t help but think about their passionate lovemaking and how he’d filled her, both figuratively and literally. She even tried with her own fingers between her pussy folds to recreate the same sensations he’d aroused in her. But it wasn’t the same, not even close. She’d wanted nothing more than to feel that, and him again.

Yet, Naomi’s head insisted she let this go and cut her losses now.
He’s a handsome billionaire president of one of the most powerful corporations on the planet. What would he want with an ordinary ER doctor? The sex was good but that’s all you two have in common.

The taunts from her subconscious kept her silent even though Chris looked at her with a curious expression on his face, like he expected her to say something. When she didn’t, he shook his head, his eyes filling with sadness and disappointment.

“Well, I guess we’re done here. I’ll arrange for company car to take you back to the train station.” He looked away from her and turned his gaze towards the window as he added, “The ten million dollars promised to your hospital’s ER was wire transferred there about three or four hours ago. I only added the condition about you coming to New York because I wanted to see you again. I know now that was a mistake and I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

Naomi didn’t know which hurt worse, the coldness in his voice or the hurt in his eyes. Damn it, do something! Her heart screamed while it pounded wildly in her chest. With a deep breath, she set her drink down on the window sill and then took his free hand, cradling it in between both of hers.

“You are a good judge of people and you weren’t wrong about me. I did feel a connection with you right away. Yeah, I’d had more to drink that night than I usually did. But if I hadn’t liked you anyway, hadn’t felt the bond between us, I never would have gone back to your hotel room.”

Chris’ jaw seemed a little less tense and his eyes slightly softer. But Naomi could tell she still had a ways to go before he completely believed and trusted her again. She squeezed his hand tighter as she continued.

“If you haven’t been able to tell by now, I’m kind of a neurotic and insecure mess. Even though what we shared felt special after we’d made love and fell asleep, when I woke up, I had doubts. What if you were a player who would wake up and wonder why I’d hung around? Worse yet, you might not have even remembered me at all. I was scared you’d ask who I was or offer me cash to go away.” Naomi couldn’t conceal a shudder at the thought.

Chris’ lips curved into a small smile, albeit one laced with pity. She didn’t particularly care for his feeling sorry for her, but it was better than his being cold and distant.

“I’m not like that, Naomi. I wish you’d stuck around or at least woke me up before you left so I could have proved it to you.” He lifted her hand to his lips and flipped it so that he kissed her palm. Tingles of excitement shot straight up her arm, but she forced herself to remain calm. She knew these next few minutes would determine the course of their relationship, if one was to even exist.

“Not finding you there with me the next morning was devastating. But when I discovered you were this high powered emergency room doctor, I sort of got it. I was a random guy who picked you up in a bar. You had every right to be careful. I can tell you’re protective of your image and reputation, as you should be. However, I thought once I arranged for you to come to New York, you’d see me and it would be like that night all over again. We’d instantly click like the soul mates we are.”

“You really need to cut me some slack on that front. Springing your appearance on me as a surprise wasn’t good. It fell about as flat as the oral sex-pillow thing. If we are going to try and make a go of this, we will definitely have to improve our communication skills.”

Chris let out a full throated laugh that filled Naomi’s heart with joy, which only increased after he twined his fingers with hers. “It’s a deal,” he said. “Getting to know each other better is what I’ve wanted to do all along.”

Naomi let out a sigh of relief as they looked out over the now darkened Manhattan skyline. While she realized they had a
lot
of kinks to resolve in this burgeoning relationship, she felt hopeful and optimistic things actually would work out between them.

Though Chris hadn’t asked or suggested anything about her plans for the night, Naomi already knew she would wind up with him, in his arms, making love. And this time, she definitely would not be leaving before he woke in the morning.

Chris lived in a penthouse on Central Park West. Naomi accompanied him to it after they left the diner where they’d had a late dinner. After her stomach let out an embarrassing rumble, she’d been forced to confess she hadn’t eaten anything in over fourteen hours.

“You’re a doctor, you, of all people, should know better,” Chris scolded her. “Why didn’t you grab something on the train?”

“A bad episode with an egg salad sandwich put me off train food for life. But I normally don’t go this long without eating, usually grabbing something from the hospital cafeteria during a lull. Your summoning me to New York threw me off schedule.”

“Then let me make it up to you. I’ll take you to my favorite restaurant in all five boroughs.”

Naomi looked down at the navy business suit and pink shell blouse she wore. Appropriate enough dress for meeting with a BCG representative to discuss a donation to the ER. But probably nowhere near dressy enough for whatever high end establishments a billionaire corporate president like Chris favored.

As if he could read her mind, Chris raised her hand to his lips and kissed it before he said, “You look beautiful, princess. You’ll fit in perfectly with the place I have in mind.”

When they first walked into the upper West Side diner, Naomi’s first thought had been that she was overdressed for the very casual dining restaurant. Most of the customers had on jeans and T-shirts. But then she got a whiff of her favorite greasy treat and all thoughts of clothes were erased from her mind.

“Are those onion rings I smell?” she asked. “If so, I want a double order of them.”

“Gorgeous, smart and she likes onion rings,” Chris murmured. “You really are my dream woman.”

The comment made her smile but her thoughts were still on those onion rings, especially after Chris told her they were beer-battered. They each devoured their own orders of them and split a third. There might have been some patty melts and chicken BLT’s too, Naomi couldn’t remember. The onion rings had been her main focus.

In fact, she still thought about them even as she walked through the spacious penthouse. Though tastefully decorated with furniture and art that clearly cost a fortune, the duplex had a sterile, unlived in feeling. When Naomi mentioned it, Chris nodded in agreement.

“I hardly ever spend any time here. When I’m not traveling on business, I sometimes sleep at the office when meetings or conference calls run late. After my financial advisor suggested I get this place a year ago, I hired an interior decorator and told him to do whatever he wanted.”

So that’s why the penthouse feels so devoid of personality or warmth
, Naomi thought. To Chris, she said, “You might want to think about putting a picture or two on your mantelpiece. Anything to indicate an actual person lives here.”

Chris slid his arm around her waist. “Give me a picture of you and I’ll find a place to hang it with special flood lighting.”

She punched him in the forearm, amazed by the hard muscle underneath his shirt. “I’m serious. This is much too gorgeous of a place for it to have the same ambiance as one of the operating rooms at PCM.”

“Tell you what, when you move in, we can redo every room from top to bottom.”

“Move in?” Naomi struggled to maintain focus as his hand stroked her lower back. His touch, even through her layers of clothing, aroused erotic sensations which brought back vivid memories of their night together in Durham.

“Yeah, I want you here with me.” When Naomi didn’t respond, he asked, “Too fast?”

“Way too fast. Technically, we are still on our first date.”

“Sorry, I’ll try to slow it down. I won’t ask you to move in again until the second date. When we wake up tomorrow morning that will count as the second date, right?”

She decided to ignore his teasing and instead walk down the long corridor towards the opening to his terrace. Although the darkness of night had already descended, Naomi could still tell Chris had an amazing view of Central Park. She could envision herself sitting there on the L-shaped terrace, taking in the park’s lush scenery and watching visitors mill about.

Don’t tell Chris that
, her subconscious warned,
or otherwise he’ll insist you move in tonight.

As if summoned by her thoughts, Chris joined her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, “Gorgeous.”

Naomi smiled and placed her hands over his, which rested on her stomach. “Yes, you have an amazing view of Central Park. I can tell even in the dark.”

“I wasn’t talking about the park.” Chris spun her around so they faced each other. “You don’t accept compliments easily, do you?”

“Sure I do. It’s just that I’m used to being praised for my grades or my work. Compliments about my looks have been a little harder to come by.”

“Probably because your smarts intimidate most men to the point where they are scared to tell you how beautiful you are. However, I’m not most men and I plan to tell you how stunning you are every single day from now on.”

With any other guy, Naomi likely would have rolled her eyes in skepticism. But the earnest expression on Chris’ face convinced her he meant every word he said. She raised up her arms and cupped her hands around the back of his neck, enjoying the feel of the silky soft hair there.

Chris hands slid down until they rested at the top of the slope of the curve of her ass. Naomi had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze since he had at least half a foot on her five foot seven inch height. She became lost in the mixture of sincerity and desire that were reflected in his clear blue eyes.

He lowered his mouth down onto hers and an electric jolt shot through Naomi’s body the moment their lips touched. She trailed her fingers up and down the back of his neck as he slid his tongue past her lips, deepening their kiss.

Their tongues entwined, Chris pulled Naomi even closer to him until his hands cupped the underside of her ass and he pressed his burgeoning erection against her stomach. As if they had a mind of their own, her legs parted, allowing her to feel more of his hard muscular body pressed against hers.

The combination of the thrill of his tongue swirling inside her mouth and his hard dick pushed her tantalizingly close. Her pulsing bud almost sent Naomi into sensory overload. She wasn’t even aware he’d lifted her blouse out of the waistband of her pants until she felt her bra being unhooked. A low moan escaped her throat as his hands cupped her breasts, with his thumbs rubbing across her nipples, which immediately became erect.

A rush of heat swept over Naomi’s body and she thought she’d melt right there in his arms. Though their bodies were pressed close together, she slid her hand between them to rub it across the front of his crotch. He let out a low growl and his enormous dick twitched even though she touched him through layers of clothing.

“You don’t know what you do to me, princess,” Chris muttered as he squeezed her breasts harder and his thumbs continued to rotate around her nipples, transforming them into hard little nubs.

“Right back atcha’,” she said curving her hand between his legs to cup the hardness there ─ or rather,
attempt
. His bulge was such that she needed both hands, and maybe a third one, to totally contain him.

Chris pressed his lips against Naomi’s and kissed her again. However, that didn’t deter her from unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, wanting to feel the flesh of his cock in her bare hands. It sprang forth into her grasp, as if glad to be free of the confines of the pants and briefs.

He plunged his tongue deep into the cavity of her mouth as she stroked the length of him, reveling in the continuing swell of his dick underneath her touch. She rubbed her thumb over its slit, massaging in the bead of precum that had already formed there.

This time, instead of growling, Chris outright moaned, tearing his lips away from Naomi to do so. He looked at her with heavy lidded eyes filled with lust. “As much as I would love to put on a show for the good people of New York, I’d rather save the things I plan to do to you for the privacy of the bedroom.”

Shit!
For the first time, Naomi remembered they were outside. Not only outside, but outdoors in one of the most elite neighborhoods in Manhattan. “I can’t believe I was about to sink to my knees and suck you dick for all you upper West Side neighbors to see.”

Chris groaned and pulled her inside, rushing her down the long corridor, passing room after room until they’d reached his bedroom. She barely caught her breath before he pulled her into his arms, crushing his mouth to hers. They stopped kissing only long enough for her to lift her arms so Chris could pull her blouse over her head. He then placed his fingers underneath the straps of her already loosened bra and pulled it off, lingering over her smooth skin as he did.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured in a tone of amazement, like he’d never touched or felt flesh like hers before.

“You’re not,” Naomi said as she stroked his cock again, rubbing his drips of precum into the length of him. “Not even the tiniest little bit.”

He laughed in response, but his chuckles soon turned to moans as Naomi fulfilled her earlier stated intention of falling to her knees and taking him in her mouth. She circled her tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing the slit of it with tiny little flicks. But the salty, sticky taste of his precum made her want more, so she opened her mouth wider to take more of him in.

Had he tasted this good the last time around? Or was she just happy they were together again in this intimate way? Naomi neither knew nor cared as her head bobbed up and down while she tried to suck in as much of his delicious cock as she could.

Chris placed his hands in her hair to draw her in closer, making her breathe in more of his intoxicating musk. She ran the underside of her tongue over his veiny, throbbing dick, reveling in the tingles from the unfamiliar sensation. He seemed to enjoy it too because his grip on her scalp tightened as he bucked his hips, forcing even more of his dick into her hot mouth.

It didn’t take long before the pace with which he thrust into her mouth surpassed the speed she could suck him. But Naomi didn’t mind, letting him take over as his cock moved fast and furiously in and out of her mouth. She concentrated on keeping her teeth shielded to avoid scraping his dick, thrust in and out faster and faster. A steady stream of precum dripped down her throat. She braced herself for the rush of cum sure to appear at any second, given the frantic way he jerked in and out.

But Chris surprised her by moving his hands from her head to her shoulders and squeezing them as he pulled his engorged cock out of her mouth. Confused, she looked up and wondered what she did wrong.

As if he heard her unasked question, Chris said, “I stopped because I didn’t want our first time together to be with me coming in your mouth. My intention is to be balls deep inside of you when that happens.”

“Our first time? Are you forgetting about a certain night in Durham, North Carolina a couple of weeks ago?”

“Not a chance. I’ll be thinking about that night until the day I die.” He extended his hands out and helped Naomi to her feet. “No, what I meant is this will be the first time we make love knowing who we really are.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, wanting him to taste himself on her lips. When they broke apart, Naomi raised an eyebrow and asked, “Can you ever really know who someone is? Including yourself?”

“I’m too horny to get into a deep philosophical discussion like that right now. I have to answer questions like that when all the blood in my body isn’t rushing south of the border.”

Naomi looked down at his enormous, throbbing dick and giggled. “You’re right, I wasn’t playing fair.”

“Now I know you’re not an accountant and you know I’m more than a successful businessman. That kind of honesty deserves a consummation where we are as close as we can possibly be. Although you take me to heaven when you have my dick in your mouth, you’re too far away for me to truly enjoy you. At least the way I want to enjoy you this first time together.”

She twirled a lock of his soft hair around her finger. “I enjoy every part of you, Chris. Your honesty, your generosity, your sweet spirit, all of it. And the sex ain’t bad either!”

“‘Ain’t bad?’ I think I’ve just been insulted.”

“Well, like you said, this will be our first time. What if it turns out ‘successful businessman’ Chris is better than ‘corporate president’ Chris?”

“One thing you’re about to learn about me, princess, is that I love challenges. That’s because I meet and exceed expectations every time.”

He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, sliding them down her legs where she stepped out of them. Then he picked her up as if she weighed next to nothing and carefully set her on the massive bed. He started to grab one of the dozens of pillows near the headboard. However, Naomi beat him to the punch by getting to it first. She placed it under her ass, rearranging her position so her pussy arched upward. Perfect angle for him to eat her out.

“See, I’m a fast learner,” she told him.

“You’re perfect,” he said as he crouched on the bed, settling in between her legs.

She began to wriggle out of her panties, hating that she wore an ordinary pair of white cotton ones instead of something sexy like a lacy thong. But who knew this trip to New York would lead to her meeting up with Chris again, much less going to bed with him.