Alpha Billionaire Series

WILLOW

Dinner was delicious, though I had the feeling something was bothering Charles. It had been my idea to drink wine; I thought maybe he would loosen up a bit. Unfortunately, all it did was make me horny.

Our conversation had revolved around work, his case, his campaign, my tax season just ending and me being more available to help him. It was easy to play the part of the doting wife during political events now because I had practice. It wasn't so easy to differentiate when I came back to this place we called home, however. Despite our agreement to keep things casual and not get wrapped up in the past, I couldn't make myself stop feeling things for him.

And a few weeks ago, when I fell in the bath—it wasn't his fault; I was the idiot who got angry—he had cared for me s tenderly. It reminded me of how much I had loved him. How much he had loved me, before the breakup. It was a bittersweet thing to remember as I sat there across the table staring at him. He was fully absorbed in his meal and wine, but I was watching him. Aching for that connection we had before.

My fingers gripped the stem of the wine glass as the perspiration built up in my palm. We'd been talking about the past and I was torn between getting up and leaving and being turned on. Charles had always had that effect on me. Or it could've been the wine. I wasn't sure, but my skin felt alive and other regions of my body were throbbing more than they had before we started drinking. I needed to slow down.

I glanced at him to see he was staring at me. His eyes, the look they held, caused shivers to race up and down my spine. We stared at each other as I watched his eyes roam across my face. I slid my tongue across my lower lip— slowly, tasting the remnants of the red wine I ingested earlier. I shifted in my seat, hoping to ease some of the tension I felt mounting inside of me. But it was no use, his gaze had me under a spell.

I blinked, snapping myself out of the trance he had me in as I sipped the rest of the wine in my glass. I didn’t need any more to drink, but the sweetness of the grapes and the potency of the alcohol relaxed me. I reached for the bottle and poured a little more inside my glass.

“Willow,” he whispered.

Placing the bottle down, I found his eyes again.

“Yes,” I answered softly.

His lips formed a seductive smirk as he searched my face for something. I watched his eyes move across my face, stopping at my lips. He slowly licked his lips. I waited patiently as his passing thought found its way to his lips. Charles placed his glass down and sat back against the couch. I took another sip, savoring the robust flavors. “Mmm,” I moaned softly.

He asked, “You like it?"

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“Yes, it's delicious.”

“It's a rare bottle. Sort of reminds me of you.”

I glanced over at him, gradually exhaling the bated breaths. My heart rate was increasing with each gaze he gave me. readjusted myself in my seat. Trying to find a comfortable spot that would give me the slightest bit of relief. “Thanks,” I muttered.

Charles lifted his hand, moving it closer toward my face. I watched as he traced his finger alongside my jawline, gently connecting with my cheek—prompting me to close my eyes. I moaned internally as he caressed my face, teasing my skin and taunting other parts of me. I brushed my cheek against his finger. He eased his hand across my face before he slid his fingers to the back of my head, gripping it as he pulled my face closer to his.

Something inside of me wanted to stop him, get up and leave, but I couldn't. I wanted this more than I cared to admit. Our situation was a peculiar one and I didn’t want to make it anymore strange, but this—whatever it was felt good. Natural. Inevitable. His lips were millimeters from me, and I could feel his warm breath dance across my skin. Charles scooted closer to me and closed the space that separated us. He pressed his lips tenderly against mine.

I moaned inside of his mouth as we swirled our tongues around one another's. I could taste the alcohol coveted by his mouth. It was strong, aggressive, and slightly possessive like the kiss we shared. He massaged my scalp as he tugged at my hair. I broke the kiss to allow some air inside of my lungs. He continued kisses trailed down the side of my neck as his hands discovered other parts of my body.

“Ooh,” I moaned.

His hand gradually inched up my thigh. I parted them to allow him the access he fervently searched for. I cuffed his face as his fingers eased my lace panties to the side beneath my skirt. I took his invitation to continue as I lifted myself off the chair and onto his lap. He searched my eyes for permission, and I granted it as I pushed his fingers farther inside of me. He moaned inside of my mouth as I grinded against him, soaking him with my nectar.

He filled my mouth with his tongue as he continued to greedily partake of mine. I lifted slightly and rolled my skirt over my hips. The chilled air blowing from the air conditioner cooled my skin and he set me aflame. He taunted my insides with his fingers, toying with my c******s, triggering small tremors in my pelvic region. He had me on the edge of euphoria and I wanted more. I slid off his lap and stood up.

He did the same.

We stood in front of each other. Lustfully staring at one another as we removed our clothes. I wanted to say something—break the intense silence our breathing filled—but no words needed to be spoken. I only wanted his mouth moving over my body as he tasted the succulence seeping from my skin.

Charles rolled his shirt over his shoulders slowly, capturing my gaze and drawing it to his well-defined chest. My eye: roamed all over his abdomen as I licked my lips at how smooth his skin appeared. He unbuckled his pants. I lowered my head toward his abdominal V and slowly licked my lips. I'd almost forgotten how deliciously sexy he looked naked. We removed the rest of our clothing and he reached for me, pulling me down onto him as we plunged backward across the room onto the couch.

Our lips reconnected as his hands explored my body. I leaned my head back at the exact moment he feasted on my hardened nipples. I shivered beneath his touch as his lips and hands simultaneously created electric currents throughout my body.

“Take me,” I murmured, “Pleeasseee.”

He playfully bit my cheek. There was something about it that felt erotic, carnal, pleasingly seductive. He cuffed my buttocks as he dug his fingers into my soft, plump skin. He eased toward the edge, giving me room to wrap my legs around his waist, then he stood, lifting me with him. My c******s throbbed against his abs. The heat between my legs increased with the mounting moisture that dripped down his stomach.

We made it to the bedroom where he laid me down on the bed. The soft mattress provided me with a sense of relief that was seemingly short lived. Charles quickly pulled me to the edge of the bed then knelt down in front of me— spreading my legs as he prepared to feast upon me. The cool air from the ceiling fan merged with the heat my body exuded and I melted beneath his touch.

He teased my outer lips with his warm, pink flesh and I succumbed to his spell. He placed French kisses on the inside of my thighs—teasing me—drawing me further into the euphoric abyss I had started to slip into. I rolled my body against his tongue, gradually at first, then faster as he increased the intensity of his strokes. I shivered beneath his long, steady thrusts.

I slid my hand onto his head, gripping the thick, luscious hair on his head as I took control. He succumbed willingly as I pushed his tongue farther inside of my warmth. I pressed myself against his mouth. He slurped and sucked until I shook uncontrollably against his lips. I tried to ease his head back, but he resisted. Cuffing my legs with his arms and locking me in place. The more I fought, the more he thrusted his tongue inside of my depths. Tremor after tremor coursed throughout my body signaling another explosion. I felt like I had been hooked up to a defibrillator the way I was shaking.

“Ahhhh,” I moaned loudly.

I rocked harder, daring him to finish me off. He obliged. Delving farther into my center. I lifted my hips, granting him more access while giving into the titillating sensation of my orgasm, opening the floodgates as my nectar coated his lips. He stood with an arrogant smirk on his lips. I stared into his eyes while he glazed over his lips with his tongue t lick the remainder of my juices left on them.

I parted my legs to invite him in again. He grabbed my leg, flipped me over, and slid his body on top of mine. “Mmmm,” I moaned.

He placed tender kisses on my back as his hardened member filled me. I clawed the sheets as I buried my moans in the bedsheets. Our bodies moved in sync. His strokes increased. He throbbed inside of me. I squeezed my walls around him, clenching him tightly, pulling him further into the sensual abyss he'd drug me to the bottom of. He stroked me faster—harder—deeper.

I trembled against him once more, unleashing more of my nectar onto him. He dug his fingers into my ass then started to shake against me as he exploded inside of me. The shaking continued as he stroked me until he collapsed on top of me. Our breathing was erratic as the breeze blew across our saturated skin. He pulled me towards him, anc I sunk into the curvature our bodies formed.

Neither of us said a word. Like a silent understanding that speaking would ruin the moment, spoil the intensity of the afterglow we were feeling. He held me, covering our bodies beneath the comforter. I heard him snore softly, contently, as his arms encompassed my body. The “no love” clause of the contract may as well have been written ou That was not sex.

That was making love.

And I wanted to do it again...