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Billionaire Baby Bump by Chance Carter (72)

Chapter 38

Brad walks Jane back up to her hotel room, partly hoping she will invite him in.

“We have to leave at five p.m., okay?” he says. “I will be at the front lobby waiting for you.”

Jane was hoping he would have time to go into the hotel room with her.

“Ah, okay. Sounds good.”

He lifts her chin and kisses her.

“I have to admit something to you. Yesterday, I saw you walking with a handsome young man who I found out is named John,” he starts explaining.

“Oh yeah, I can explain,” she says.

“It’s okay, really, I know, he’s…”

“Gay,” they both say at once.

“Yes,” says Jane. “That’s why I felt okay about walking with him. He’s lovely, and I felt safe with him. It’s nice to have someone to talk to here when you are busy.”

“I’m not usually this busy, Jane. I promise you. It’s just that there’s been some crazy news lately, and I’ve had to take care of some things. Do you miss me?”

“Well yes, I do, but I understand. You’re a busy man, and it comes with the territory of being a billionaire.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, Jane. Thank you for understanding. I promise we’ll have more time together in the future.”

“Oh, you don’t have to make me any promises Brad, especially those you will find difficult to keep. Really,” Jane says.

He kisses her goodbye and she steps into her room. Closing the door behind her, she takes a deep breath in and out. She can’t calm herself down, she feels so excited about sleeping with Brad, the first man she will ever be with.

She flops herself down on the bed and looks up at the ceiling, imagining what it will be like to be with him. Will he be on top of her, or will she be on top of him? Will he want her to suck him off? Will she know what she’s doing? What if she is boring? She does know, deep down, that he will make her feel special and loved. The insecurities from the phone call with her mother are gradually fading away, dripping off of her one by one.

Jane reaches over to her suitcase and pulls out the vibrator that the ballet girls gave her.

If only they knew where I was now, she laughed, feeling a little smug. She pulls down her leggings, leaving on her tutu.

She puts lube on the vibrator and rubs it around her vagina, moistening the lips and stimulating her clit, getting it harder. She pushes it down further so it goes up inside her, pulsating as she pushes it in and out.

She imagines what it would have been like in the ballroom if he had put his fingers inside her, and they made love in front of the beautiful sea with the open windows, not caring if anyone saw them.

The more she fantasizes about Brad, the more she gets turned on, and the faster she pushes the vibrating cock inside of her. She bites her lip as she comes and comes, her body losing control.

She moans loudly and screams, “Uhhhhhhh… fuck me, Brad. Just fuck me.”

In the hallway, Brad walks by her door on his way back down. He can hear her getting turned on and then exploding with pleasure.

He loves hearing women come, and the thought of Jane coming gets him especially excited. He wishes he could just open the door, drop his pants, and use his cock to take her to the next level. He wants to blow her mind with what he knows he can do to her. She has no idea what she’s been missing all her life, and he can’t wait to be the first man to show her.

He hears someone walking on the floor, so Brad steps away.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Halliwell,” says the woman, a member of the cleaning staff. “Are you enjoying your stay?”

“Why, yes, thank you,” he says, walking toward the stairs.

Jane overhears Brad’s voice in the hall. She wants to go out there and drag him by his tie into the room. She’d pull him onto the bed, have him feel her wet pussy with his fingers, and stick his cock inside of her.

She wants him so badly and wants him to do her bidding, telling him where to touch her, lick her, and fuck her. She shifts positions and lifts her ass in the air, putting a pillow under her and then watches herself in the mirror, playing with herself. She finally sees herself as a sexually attractive goddess.

Her sexual energy finally spent, she lays on the bed, exhausted. After a short nap, she wakes up half an hour later, has a shower, and gets ready. She still has an hour before she has to meet Brad, so she goes downstairs on her way to the ballroom.

She sees John there in the lobby. “Well, don’t you look like a rock star princess?” he says, smiling. “You’d fit into my world looking like that,” he laughs.

She snickers, “Well, I’ve been asked to dance for Brad tonight.”

“Brad Halliwell? You know him?” he says.

“Oh yeah, that’s who I came with. I didn’t tell you?” she says, realizing she was too choked up yesterday to mention Brad’s name. “Do you know him?”

“My dear, around here, everyone knows him. He’s technically my boss,” he says. “How long have you known him?”

“Honestly? About a week.”

“And you came here with him? Don’t tell me. You’re one of those upper class escorts he brings here?” John says, not thinking it through.

Jane now feels humiliated and shocked. She thought Brad said he never did this before. Now she is crushed, and feels cheap. At that moment, she wants to rip off these clothes and go back to being Plain Jane from Utah.

Why does this keep happening? As soon as she gets close to him, she ends up learning more about Brad that is questionable. She’s not sure if she’s being played or if he’s really in love.

“No, not that I’m aware of,” she says, trying to hold her dignity. “I’m a ballerina from New York. Brad is helping me with my career.”

“I’m sure he is,” John winks.