Chapter Three
Katie
If I’d known that going to bed with bad boy billionaires could be that good, I would have done it a long time ago. Because oh god! I’ve never had such an amazing time in my life. Usually, I have trouble coming. Most guys don’t do it for me; they’re all awkward hands and dry humping. But something about the handsome billionaire is different, and this time, I exploded on a guy’s cock, my pussy spasming and twitching as I squealed with ecstasy.
Not once. Not twice. But the entire night, as Trent ravaged my body again and again.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Mr. Moore said with a gleam in those blue eyes during the middle of our session. “I certainly am.”
“Good,” I say with a giggle. “Glad to hear.”
Plus, there weren’t any awkward silences. Sure, we were fucking each other senseless, but when we stopped to talk, the conversation was natural and comfortable.
“So Katie,” Trent says, leaning back against the headboard after one intense coupling, “tell me about yourself.”
I laugh. “Shouldn’t that have come before the sex?”
I turn on my side so I’m facing the alpha, our hands finding each other in the space between us.
“I’ve never been one for following the rules,” he says dryly.
I don’t tell him that I’m very much a rule follower, and sleeping with him was well outside my comfort zone. But the thing is, I really liked it. Maybe I should do things I wouldn’t normally do more often.
“Well,” I say, shifting my weight to get comfortable, “I own my own business. A full-service event planning and catering company. I started turning a profit two years after I started the company and for that, I’m grateful. I like pop music and romance novels and the French bakery down the street from my apartment, plus I’ve never been married and don’t have any kids. See? I’m a pretty simple girl,” comes my teasing tone.
The billionaire listens intently, even if his body is relaxed.
“You’re fascinating to me,” Trent says. “We have a lot in common.”
“Really?” I ask doubtfully. “How so?” Because what could I have in common with someone worth billions of dollars and the world at his fingertips?
But Trent is unfazed.
“I’m also unmarried,” he says. “No children that I know of. I admit that I have a pop music playlist I listen to at the gym because it keeps me on the treadmill. I don’t read much, but when I do, I definitely don’t read romance. And after eating at many French bakeries in Paris, I don’t think I could settle for even the best bakery in America, but I’d be willing to try.”
The last words settle between us. Is Trent hinting that he wants this to be more than a one-night thing? Is it possible? And even more importantly, do I want that?
Silly girl. Of course, I do. For starters, Trent is hot. He’s gorgeous with a muscled build I can’t get enough of, and he’s hands down just given me the best sex I’ve ever had. If he wanted to have fun like this every night, I’d certainly let him.
But I glance at the clock now. It’s definitely time to get up. Streaks of sunlight are beginning to peek through the blinds, and the mansion is silent except for our breathing. Plus, I don’t want to overstay my welcome.
“I should get going,” I say, sitting up in his giant bed. This thing is so big it’s like a flotation device. It sure beats the old full-size mattress in my apartment. “The party’s already over, but in this business, there’s still cleanup to be done.”
Trent shoots a searching look my way.
“You know, you don’t have to,” he says casually. “You just slept with the boss. I’ll give you a pass on this one.”
But I shake my head determinedly.
“No, it’s part of the job, and I’m a professional. I want you to get your money’s worth.”
He looks like he’s about to say something again, but instead his mouth stays shut, respect dawning in his eyes.
“Of course,” he says smoothly. “Totally get it.” With that, the man stands, unashamed of his naked state, and gathers my clothes from the floor. I slide into my panties and hook my bra. Trent gently pulls the dress over my head and zips it up for me.
“Thank you for this,” I say, giving him a shy smile. “It was incredible.”
“Anytime,” he says with a grin. “I mean it.”
And with that, I leave the bedroom, closing the door in my wake. Oh my God, did that really happen? Did I just have a whole night of raunchy sex with a handsome billionaire that I don’t even know?
But it’s true, and as I descend that magnificent staircase, a hot trickle of cum leaks from my pussy and down one thigh. My face flushes, and I look around nervously. But there’s no one here. The mansion is silent, and thankfully my staff did a good job of cleaning up without me to supervise. The place is spotless, and it doesn’t even look like there was a party mere hours ago.
So walking a little awkwardly, my pussy sore from the intense session, I pull a card from my bag as I walk into the foyer. Slipping it onto the entry table, I depart the mansion and get into my small hatchback. The sunlight makes me squint, and already, the gray of dawn is beginning to dissipate. I rub my eyes and look at the huge mansion, wondering which window was Trent’s. I blink, reality crashing down in my mind. Did that really happen? Did I really have crazy hot sex with Trent Moore, wealthy philanthropist and corporate titan?
But dreams do come true, and as I putter off down the road, my heart begins to sing with joy. We only just started…and I know the billionaire will be back for more.