Chapter 9

Leo

“Fasten your seatbelt for landing, Mr. Newbury,” the pilot’s voice rings over the loudspeaker.

Clicking the belt together, I stare out the window of my private jet. Tokyo’s skyline always impresses me, but today my mind is elsewhere.

After the maintenance staff found us, I flew into action.

I was full of rage, as much because of the timing of the rescue as because of getting trapped in the first place. I easily could’ve spent another hour taking my time with Grace’s body.

As it was, I didn’t even get to fully enjoy the way her mouth made me feel. I can’t think of a better, more skilled pair of lips that have ever been wrapped around my dick.

Why did someone have to find us at the exact moment I started to come?

When the door opened for the second time, I spewed venom at the guy. Demanding to know how it was possible to get trapped in the room. Threatening a lawsuit. Ushering Grace out of the building and into a taxi to ensure she got home safely.

I only stopped freaking out on the employees when I realized I had to get to Tokyo in time for my meeting with Sun Toys.

Somewhere over the Pacific, the way I treated Grace hit me in the stomach like a ton of bricks.

She must wonder why I was in such a hurry to send her on her way. In hindsight, I wonder that myself.

There’s nothing I’d like more than to turn back the clock and bring her on my jet with me. I would’ve fucked her the entire way here.

Instead, I didn’t even get her last name or phone number. I’m not even sure what her company is called.

As the wheels of the jet touch the tarmac, I force myself to focus on the reason I’m here.

To sell my company.

The only problem is, even if I can convince Sun Toys to pay a good price for my company, I still can’t sell it without my brother George’s agreement.

And the bastard has no intention of letting me sell.

He likes having the name recognition. As if somehow a multibillion dollar company with his last name on it has something to do with him.

All he does is bum around the world, surfing and bragging to everyone about who he is. When really all he is is the lazy offspring of my father. He’s never done a day of work to contribute to the success of the company. Yet due to my father’s will, he is entitled to half.

Worst of all, I also need his permission to sell. I’m hoping I can get an offer from Sun Toys that even George can’t refuse.

Then again, he’s already worth as many billions as I am. Money doesn’t seem to motivate him. As far as I can tell, the only thing that motivates him is making me angry. Maybe I should tell him we’re never going to sell, and that will make him want to sell.

A little reverse psychology, just like I did when we were kids. He’s no wiser now.

A car with blacked-out windows picks me up at the bottom of the steps to the jet and whisks me off to Sun Toys. It’s already early afternoon, and the rest of the day is spent by meeting with all sorts of executives.

In addition to me trying to convince them about how amazing my company is, they also spend a lot of time trying to convince me that I should sell to them. Little do they know I’d sell to anyone, so long as I can offload this company.

Unlike my brother, I’m tired of being a household name.

After a lavish meal put on by my hosts, I finally open the door to my suite at The Peninsula.

My muscles ache from the lack of sleep the night before, but before I collapse into the massive bed, I have to make the phone call I’ve been dreading. Taking my smart phone out of my pocket, I call George.

“Hey bro, what’s up?” he says with a hint of a fake Australian accent.

“Got a good offer for the company today,” I say, trying to mask the contempt I feel.

“So what.”

“So, we should sell.”

“Not gonna happen,” he says, not bothering to stifle his laughter.

“Are you going to run it? Because I’m tired of running this thing.”

“So find someone else.”

Knowing exactly where this conversation is headed, I hang up. Every time we speak, we revert to our childhood selves. All he does is rile me up. There’s no point, I have to get through to him another way.

I quickly call my assistant, Laura.

“Hi Leo,” she says, answering almost immediately.

“Hey, I need you to do something for me. Speak with my private legal team and figure a way for me to sell the company without my brother standing in my way. And when I say to figure it out any way, I mean any way. I don’t care what it takes.”

“Okay, no problem.”

“I mean it, Laura, anything.”

I hang up and toss the phone onto the sofa. As I move from the suite’s living room to the bedroom, I strip off my suit.

My muscles ache with fatigue. But as inviting as the palatial bed is, I can’t help wishing I was back on the floor with Grace.

Stripping back the covers, I’m about to climb into bed when I’m struck with thoughts about Grace. I hurry into the living room and retrieve my phone. With it firmly in my hand, I crawl under the covers.

Damn. I still haven’t forgiven myself for not getting her last name. Or her number. I would call her right now if I could. The sweet virgin with the magical mouth.

The name of the company comes to me, Mini Motivations, and I Google it. There is no mention of Grace on the website. Not surprising, she’s young and probably junior.

I do take a good look at the founder in her bio. The owner who is so desperate for funding that she sent a young virgin to whore herself on the company’s behalf.

My chest sinks as a thought hits me. They’re going to think she’s a failure. That she spent the night with me, and still couldn’t get any funding. A pang of guilt settles in my stomach.

Another feeling travels lower, and my dick twitches at the memory of how she made it feel. Everything about her was perfect, and I once again curse the man for finding us at that moment.

There’s nothing I wanted more than to fill that sweet mouth with my cum.

I close my eyes, and remember the feel of her tongue against me. My cock is fully erect, and I take it in my hand.

As I stroke it, I remember everything about Grace. The smell of her hair, the sound of her laugh, our hours of talking in which she didn’t want anything from me other than me.

My mind carries on to the moment she woke me up humping my leg. I grow harder as I remember the feel of her tight pussy around my fingers, and how easily I made her come.

I rub harder and faster as I remember the way she pounced on my dick. The way she squealed, and squirmed while sucking me off. It seemed like she was enjoying it as much as I was. And it was nothing to do with my money.

My balls draw tight against me and shudders rocket up my back as an orgasm hits me with as much force as the one with Grace caused. I groan, and dig my head back into the bed.

As my breath calms, I can only think one thing. I want more of her.