The Billionaire's Prescription: BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance (6 page)

But Chris stopped her movements by placing his hands on either side of her hips and tightening his grip. He then buried his head between her legs and licked her sopping wet panty-covered crotch. She took a sharp intake of breath as his tongue traced the furthest edge of her panties. He came frustratingly close to touching her skin, just enough to set her on edge with anticipation.

Sparks flared all over Naomi’s body. She couldn’t tell if the heat building up inside of her resulted from her throbbing bud or Chris’ hot breath against her pussy. Regardless, it felt like she would explode from pleasure at any minute. All of her nerve endings were on full alert and all of her senses were engaged in the pleasure Chris provided her with his wicked tongue.

She twisted her hips from side to side, needing relief from the relentless pressure of her pulsating bud. No, her own efforts after returning from Durham hadn’t given her a fraction of the exciting satisfaction she experienced now. Chris fulfilled an aching need in her she hadn’t known existed.

With her core feeling like a piano wire that could snap at any second, Naomi whispered, “Please.”

“Please what, princess?” Chris lifted his head, and she looked into his knowing blue eyes.

“Please fill me! Your tongue, you cock . . . either, both, I don’t care! I need you to fill me
now!
”

She’d never heard such bare, naked hunger in her voice. But then she’d never been driven this far to the brink before.

Yet, Chris seemed to be in no hurry to bring about the relief she sought. He stuck his hand between her legs and traced his fingers up and down the moist crotch of her panties. “Now what were you saying about ‘successful businessman’ Chris being better than ‘corporate president’ Chris? Still feel that way?”

“Damn it!” She thrust her pussy against his hand, hoping to get some relief that way since he wanted to sit around and play games. But it wasn’t even as successful as her own fumbling attempts of the last couple of weeks.

In the calmest voice she could manage, Naomi said, “Chris, one of these days, I’ll be giving you the blow job of your life, perhaps even swallowing you whole. And just when you’re on the cusp of coming, I’ll walk away and not look back, leaving you to rub it out for yourself. If you don’t ever want that day to come, you’ll take care of business in the next five seconds.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re sexy as hell when you’re issuing ultimatums?”

“Five . . . four . . . three . . .”

“Fine, fine, you win.” But from Chris’ wide smile, it was clear he felt like a victor too.

After he pulled her panties down to her ankles, where Naomi wriggled out of them and kicked them on to the floor, Chris resumed his position between her legs. In the blink of an eye, he’d inserted his tongue in her pussy folds, licking with such gusto she could tell he’d been restraining himself earlier.

Her body hummed as his tongue plunged into her waiting core, brushing up against her bud on his very first strike. She waited for him to do it again, sure that he would so she could finally fall into bliss. Instead, his tongue flicked in and out, pushing her closer to the brink and her elusive release.

Naomi was about to give Chris another countdown warning when he said, “You’re so delicious, princess. I wish we could stay like this forever, with me worshipping at the temple of your pussy.”

She nearly melted at his words and would have kissed him in gratitude if he hadn’t resumed teasing her bud with his tongue. The one time her ex-boyfriend, Sean, had tried to perform oral sex had been a complete disaster. Even though he’d gone to medical school just like she had, Sean didn’t have the first clue what her bud was or where to find it. After several slobbery licks, he’d given up, wiping his mouth like he’d just tasted something nasty or unclean.

Until now, Naomi hadn’t realized just how much that particular rejection of Sean’s had affected her. She’d written off that part of sex as unimportant, valuing Sean’s pleasure and comfort over her own. But Chris confirmed her pussy was a source of wonder that could provide pleasure for both partners.

The third time proved to be the charm as Chris’ tongue grazed her bud and it exploded, flooding her pussy with hot juices he eagerly lapped up. Naomi left the ecstasy wash over her, wondering if this particular kind of delirium came about as a result of the long delayed gratification. In any case, the frustration had been worth it as she’d never felt this good, this
alive
before.

“It’s safe to say the ‘corporate president’ kicked the ‘successful businessman’s’ ass, although both men are extremely talented,” she told him.

“I never had any doubts I would come out on top,” Chris said as he climbed on top of her, covering her body with his own. “As I told you, I’ve never encountered a challenge I couldn’t lick.”

Normally, arrogance was a huge turn-off for Naomi since she had to deal with doctors’ egos for hours on end at the hospital. But Chris’ brand of machismo was a definite turn-on because he had the goods and the skills to back up whatever was put in front of him. She looked forward to the day when she’d put forth such challenges as “I bet you can’t go all night” or “I bet you can’t make me come five times in a row.” Yes, Naomi knew how to tease and play games too.

However, Chris’ cock plunging into her hot, tight hole was definitely no game. Her already wet pussy walls readily accepted and accommodated his huge girth and length, like they too remembered Durham and were glad to welcome such a favored member back again.

Naomi and Chris rocked together wildly, with her arching her hips up to meet this thrusts, wanting to help him fulfill his goal of getting “balls-deep” into her. She spread her legs wider, enjoying the way his large dick filled every nook and cranny of her pussy. Her bud pounded again, almost in sync with her heartbeat and Chris’ own movements.

He pumped into her faster and faster, leaving her with the sensation of a bottle rocket careening crazily out of control in the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, determined to hang on and see this wild ride through to the end.

With a final thrust, Chris groaned and Naomi felt a new wave of hot moisture flood into her pussy as rope after rope of his cum spurted into her. Her bud exploded too, as if wanting its juices to co-mingle with his sperm. For a moment, they both remained frozen in place, like they simultaneously wanted the same thing, to seal this perfect moment in time.

I love you
. The words popped spontaneously into her consciousness, but she bit her lip to keep from uttering them aloud. It was way,
way
too soon to express such a powerful emotion, despite Chris’ earlier talk of them moving in together. Things already seemed to be going at warp speed. Saying
I love you
would only up the ante to Mach 10 type levels.

Yet, as Chris wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a deep embrace, Naomi had a feeling she’d be saying those three words to him sooner rather than later.

“And now we’re approaching the ER’s surgical section,” Staci said as she led Naomi from a wide alcove in the PCM emergency room to one of its narrower corridors. “This is where the doctors and nurses treat injuries like gunshot or stab wounds that require a surgeon’s attention.”

Naomi peeked over at Chris to see his expression. By this time, the fifteen minute mark of the tour, most visitors’ eyes had glazed over from boredom. However, Chris not only appeared alert, but totally engaged with what Staci had to say.

She wanted to squeeze his hand ─ or better yet, his nice, firm ass ─ in appreciation. However, she couldn’t risk eagle-eyed Staci, or any of the other people milling about the ER, seeing her make such an indiscreet gesture. Naomi could hear the gossip now.
Did you see the scandalous way Doctor Redford played grab-ass with the billionaire donor?

As if he could read her thoughts, Chris looked over and winked. As her cheeks flushed, Naomi forced herself to think about something,
anything
, other than how she wanted to be alone with him right now. They’d been together for over a month, but she still sometimes experienced the same rush of excitement at being near him now as the night they met in Durham.

It had been a whirlwind six weeks. Because of their demanding work schedules, not to mention living in different cities, it had taken considerable effort to carve out time to be together. While they might not have been a couple for very long, Naomi felt closer to Chris and knew him with a depth she’d never approached in her years of dating Sean. Their relationship was the real deal. In Chris, Naomi had found her soul mate.

Yet, so far she’d been resisting his overtures for her to quit her job in Philadelphia and move to New York to be with him. Naomi had worked long and hard to become one of the most respected and accomplished doctors in the PCM emergency department. If she moved to New York, at best it would be a lateral career move since ER staff positions were more competitive and harder to come by there.

Of course with Chris being a billionaire, Naomi didn’t necessarily have to work at all if she moved in with him. However, being a stay-at-home girlfriend ─ or perhaps
wife
since Chris had been dropping plenty of hints they were heading in that direction ─ didn’t appeal to her. She’d wanted to be a doctor ever since she was five and received a toy doctor’s bag for her birthday. Having worked too long and too hard to abandon her dreams, Naomi didn’t want to stop now. Especially since there was still much she wanted to do and achieve as an emergency room physician.

Thankfully, Chris seemed to understand and didn’t make any demands about choosing between him and her career. Though he mentioned quite often how nice it would be if she moved into his penthouse ─ “Just think, we could wake up together every morning, have breakfast on the terrace and look out over Central Park.” ─ he seemed to understand her reluctance to leave PCM. In fact, his presence here at the hospital underscored his support of her career.

Although the ER had already received the money, as Chris promised, Staci still wanted to meet with the BGC representative. When Naomi mentioned it in passing to Chris, he’d said, “Have her call my executive assistant. I’ll make sure it’s scheduled for the next time I’m in Philly with you.”

“No, Chris, I know you’re busy. Besides, I want all of your Philly time to be spent with me. Staci will meet the BCG rep eventually.”

Yet, here they were touring the PCM emergency department, something a BGC junior executive could do, not the president of a major pharmaceutical corporation. But Chris was here with her and Naomi loved him for it. She discreetly brushed her fingers against his and Chris shot her a smoldering glance that made her pussy clench.

“And that concludes this part of our tour of the emergency room,” Staci said, seemingly unaware of the flirtation as she gave Chris a wide smile. “Do you have any questions for me or Doctor Redford, Mr. Bohain?”

He shook his head. “I’m very impressed with these facilities as well as the work you do here. It’s clear the donation will be put to very good use.”

“Oh, you can absolutely be assured of that. In fact, if you’d like to return to my office, I can show you plans ─”

“Actually, I have another important meeting here in the city this afternoon,” Chris said. “It’s with one of my most important partners and I can’t miss it.”

Naomi bit her lip to keep from laughing. She was the “most important partner” Chris had the meeting with, having already taken off the afternoon to be with him.

Staci shot her a quick glance, almost as if she knew. But she didn’t say anything except, “Of course, Mr. Bohain, I completely understand. I’m just glad you could take time out of your busy schedule to see where your corporation’s money is going.”

“That’s a lie!”

The shrill voice caught Naomi off guard. Chris and Staci seemed just as startled as they all turned to face the direction the shriek came from. A furious looking Lily approached them with her hands curled into fists at her sides. She glared at the three of them in equal measure.

“I’ve done some checking around and found out that the money didn’t come from BGC or its foundation. No, the ER application for a grant is still under review. The money came from ─”

“Doctor Gatewood, you’re making a scene,” Staci said in a calm voice that belied the angry flash in her eyes. “Let’s discuss this somewhere more private.”

Staci opened the door to a nearby empty examination room, shutting it behind her once they were all inside. “Doctor Gatewood, your behavior is entirely inappropriate. I demand you apologize right this second.”

“I will not.” Lily stuck her chin out. “You’re probably in on this. Did you know all along Chris Bohain used his own personal money for the donation? Or did you find out after the ER received the money?”

Naomi and Staci exchanged confused looks as Lily continued. “I knew there was no way BGC or its foundation would give that much money to the ER and not a single cent to the research center. It didn’t make any sense. I called up some sources and found out there’s no record of any money being paid out by BGC to the ER.”

Lily looked at Naomi through narrowed eyes. “At first, I figured you and Staci were full of shit, making stuff up to prop up yourselves and this crappy department. But when I realized the ten million dollars had actually been received, I did some more digging. That’s when I discovered the money originated from Chris Bohain’s personal account.”

Naomi turned to Chris and saw him looking at Lily like she was a gnat ─ a highly irritating but ultimately minor annoyance. He didn’t say a word as the corners of Lily’s mouth turned upward into a cruel smile. “What happened? Naomi’s cooch was that good it sprung you to the point of coughing up an eight figure donation?”

She hadn’t even realized her hand had formed a fist, much less one tight enough to land a punch. So Naomi was as surprised as anyone when she reached out and socked Lily in the nose. Blood spurt out from Lily’s nostrils, with some landing on Naomi’s hand and the rest of it on Chris’ shirt and tie.

Naomi withdrew her hand and shook it in an effort to fight off the stiffness from the impact that had already started to set in. Chris squeezed her elbow, his blue eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay? I heard the bones crunch so I know that must have hurt.”

“I think so.” Naomi flexed her fingers. “No permanent damage, I hope. But look at your shirt, it’s ruined.”

He shrugged. “I’ll get another, no big deal. I’m more worried about your hand. You need it in order to do your ER duties, right?”

She started to answer him when Lily screamed, with obvious difficulty, “What the fuck are you talking about? That bitch breaks my nose and all you can talk about is her hand and your shirt?”

“What did you call me?” Naomi moved towards Lily, but Chris placed a restraining hand on her shoulder. She tried to shrug it off but his grip only tightened, keeping her in place.

Staci stepped in between them. “Doctor Gatewood, you should go to the ER and seek immediate treatment for your nose. For the sake of what’s left of your career, I wouldn’t advise you to bring up either Doctor Redford’s or Mr. Bohain’s names when you’re asked about what happened.”

“What do you mean, ‘what’s left of my career’?” Lily’s hands dropped down to her sides, exposing the bloody mess on her face.

“I mean that there will be severe consequences from this reckless behavior of yours. You might be able to mitigate this if you give Doctor Redford and Mr. Bohain a sincere, meaningful apology right now.”

“No way in hell. Naomi, I know you whored yourself out for that money and I’ll make sure everyone else in this hospital knows it too.”

Naomi lunged towards Lily again, but Staci hustled her out of the room before Naomi could reach her. Though her hand still ached from the first punch, she dearly wished she could have blackened one of Lily’s eyes for calling her a whore.

“Who was that nut?” Chris asked. “Obviously a dear friend of yours.”

From his teasing tone, Naomi knew he was trying to alleviate her anger. However, frustration still burned through her. “She’s a doctor with the research center and has had it in for me ever since we came back from the conference in Durham.”

She looked at Chris. “Was she telling the truth about the money? Did the donation come from you personally and not BGC or its foundation?”

He nodded. “The BGC foundation is mired in bureaucracy and there’s a lot of red tape involved before funds are distributed. Your ER would have gotten the money eventually, but I didn’t want to wait that long to bring you back into my life.”

So in a way, Lily was right
, a small voice nagged from the back of Naomi’s mind. But Chris seemed to sense what she was thinking because he stepped forward and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“I didn’t give that money only because I wanted to see you again. You’re not a woman who can be bought or bribed, I realize that. When I heard the passion and urgency in your speech in Durham, I knew I wanted to give. Not only because it was a worthwhile cause, but because it clearly meant so much to you. By that point, I could tell anything that important to you would also be important to me.”

He stroked a lock of her hair and smiled. “I think I’ve been in love with you from the start, Naomi. A ten million dollar donation is a small price to pay for a worthy cause if it gives me a shot at your heart as well.”

Naomi lifted the fingers of her still aching hand to brush his cheek, compelled with need to touch him. “I love you, Chris. You’ve had my heart since that first night in Durham too. I’ve wanted to tell you that for some time but I’ve been hurt in the past and didn’t want to risk opening myself up to get hurt again. But I love you so much, I’m willing to take that risk. I want you to know how completely and totally I love you.”

“I’ll never hurt you, Naomi, I promise.” He lowered his mouth to Naomi’s lips and they kissed. A now familiar wave of desire swept over her as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Naomi and Chris both seemed to remember at the same time they were still in the hospital. They broke apart, both breathing heavily but not yet in the full throes of passion. Once that occurred, nothing would have been able to stop them from acting on their impulses, regardless of whether they were in a hospital examining room or on a church altar.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said in a low sexy voice. “I can think of better uses for any pent-up anger you still might harbor for that head case doctor colleague of yours.”

“Be careful what you ask for because Lily made me really, really mad.”

“Have you yet dished out anything I can’t handle?”

Naomi smiled, loving the way desire flared up in his eyes as she did. “What’s that saying about there being a first time for everything?”

“Go get your things so we can hurry up and get back to your place,” he growled. “I can’t wait to show you there’s no ‘firsts’ when it comes to something like this.”

“We’ll see,” she said as a shiver of anticipation ran through her. She couldn’t wait until they got back to her apartment and spent the rest of the day making love and putting the events of this afternoon behind them. And from Chris’ burning looks and the telling bulge in his pants, Naomi knew Lily’s insults and accusations would soon be nothing but a faint memory.