Epilogue
Sienna
I stirred awake and laid there for a few seconds, listening to the sound of Parker’s deep breathing. He was still asleep. I glanced at the clock. We’d slept in again. Well, slept in for us. It was only seven, and I wasn’t going to the diner for another two hours.
I rolled over as slowly as I could, not wanting to disturb him. He was facing me, his eyes squeezed shut. His shoulders were close to his ears. He seemed tense for some reason. I wasn’t sure why.
Heat flashed through my body and settled between my legs. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him working hard while being home every night for dinner and every morning to help me prepare food for others.
I licked my lips and moved the sheets away from his legs. His cock was already awake and semi-hard, ready for me even though he was fast asleep.
I gripped him and slid my hand up and down, stroking him. He felt good in my hand, warming my palm through the material. I loved playing with his cock, especially when it started off semi-hard and stiffened as I stroked and teased it.
Parker’s breathing deepened, becoming long, happy sighs. He smiled, and his eyes opened slowly.
“Good morning,” he said. He started to move, but I held his hips down.
“Lay back, enjoy yourself.”
I grinned up at him, my tower of well-muscled manliness reduced to jelly by my fingers. He’d grown completely hard by now, so I gave him an extra-firm squeeze. He groaned softly and his eyes fluttered closed.
Perfect, I thought. Let’s take this a step further. As carefully as I could, I reached down and cupped his balls and started to massage them with my other hand.
His eyes opened wide. “Oh, wow.” He peered down his body at me.
I propped myself up on my knees and ran my tongue around my lips. “You want me to?”
“Do you need to ask?” His eyes closed as I pressed my lips to his swollen head. I kissed it a couple of times, then opened my mouth and stroked the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue. Shivers ran through his pelvis, shaking my hand. I grinned as I licked, loving the feel of his smooth, stretched skin against my tongue. I shifted my hand back and forward on his shaft, squeezing each time I brought my hand close to my face.
“Oh my god, that’s good,” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm?” I asked, then moved my head forward, taking more of him into my mouth, making sure I slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He stroked my hair gently, sliding his hand around to the back of my head. His fingers applied the tiniest pressure to my scalp. I smiled as I remembered doing exactly the same thing to him every time he’d gone down on me. I complied by moving my head forward, sliding his slippery head along my tongue. I formed a seal with my lips and sucked gently, moving back, then forward, finding my rhythm as I pumped his shaft with a firm grip. Parker’s hands rested lightly on my head as he followed my movements, subtly guiding my speed.
“I’m so hard for you,” he said. “I love what you’re doing, but I want you so much.”
I pulled back and looked up at him. “You want me? You already got me.”
“I want to make love to you, babe. Right now.”
I rose to my feet and reached over him to grab a condom from the side table. He reached up and cupped one of my breasts, pulling the nipple into his mouth.
The feeling of his tongue circling the peak made me even more wet for him than I already was.
Reluctantly, I pulled away when I got the condom. I ripped it open and stroked him while slowly rolling it down his shaft.
Parker sat up and kissed me, hard. His tongue darted into my mouth and he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed hungrily, our tongues dancing around each other’s as we sank into the bliss of full physical contact. His hands slid straight down my back and grasped my butt, squeezing hard enough to make me groan. I reached up and pulled my fingers through his hair. His hands moved up to my hips and started to rock me over his cock. Slow at first, then building speed as our kisses became feverish.
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
Wish granted.
It took all I had to break away from him, but I was in control today. I hopped off of him, got onto my hands and knees, and wiggled my butt at him.
“Give it to me.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. He was behind me in seconds, rubbing his head between my lips.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
“Sucking on you gets me off. Oh—” I cried out as he slid into me, pushing gently. I clutched the bed covers, whimpering quietly as he fed his hard flesh into me, inch by glorious inch. His hands squeezed my butt, crushing my cheeks as he slid deeper.
“You’re so tight around me.” He pushed further until he filled me completely.
As soon as he was pressed against my butt, he started to thrust, slamming hard against me and making my whole body shake. I loved being taken from behind, and Parker knew it. He gave it to me hard, using me roughly, while at the same time being aware of my needs. Every thrust drove air from my chest and a loud cry from my throat. And when he sped up, I had no time to draw breath. My lungs were empty in no time, and I was reduced to hoarse squeaks.
He stopped squeezing my butt long enough to spread my cheeks, and his next thrust went deeper than ever before. I cried out and my arms crumpled. My face hit the bed and my cries were briefly muffled until he wrapped his arms around my middle and brought me back up to all fours. When he resumed hammering against me, I wailed until I had no breath left in my body. My orgasm hit a moment later, spreading heat and stiffening every muscle.
Parker groaned and shuddered. He pressed himself hard against me and squirted his cum deep inside me. I cried out as new shock waves burst through my body, triggering another small orgasm.
“Fucking wow, Sienna”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed. I tried to sink into the bed, but Parker had a firm grip around my waist. We stayed that way, locked together until he softened and slipped out. When he let me go, I rolled onto my side and murmured contentedly.
“I love you so much,” he said in my ear then kissed me on the mouth.
“Love you, too,” I said.
“How about we shower and get our day going? I know you need to go in soon.”
A shower sounded nice, but it took me a minute to get my body on board. Light tremors moved through my muscles and I didn’t know if I could make it on my own.
“I’ll meet you in there,” I said.
Parker grabbed my leg and pulled me toward him. I let out a shriek and he caught me before I fell off the bed.
He held me against him. “I really want to take a shower with you.”
“I guess so.”
He took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I admired his tight ass as he walked. Parker wasn’t a lazy guy, but he wasn’t a gym rat, either. He was blessed with incredible genetics that I often envied.
Parker turned the water on in the shower and we both got in.
He pressed me up against the cool tile wall and my legs gave out slightly.
He kissed me hard, and I returned the favor. His hands moved down my body, stroking me. He started to build me up again. But before I could return the favor he stopped kissing me.
I looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I need something.”
I reached down to stroke him.
“No, not that.”
“Okay…?” I dragged the word out.
“I want to give you a gift.”
“Right now?” We were soaking wet. Unless he planned on giving me a used shampoo bottle, there was no way he could give me anything at that point.
He placed his hands on my shoulder. “I wanted to thank you for the collage you gave me yesterday. So, my gift is in my sock drawer.”
“You want me to go get it right now?” I asked.
“Would you?”
I stared at him, incredulous. But he was serious.
I moved the glass door aside and stepped out onto the mat. The cool air struck my naked, wet body. I shivered, but I didn’t want him to see how upset I was. What the hell did he need right that second? Did he have a special soap he wanted to give me? Why couldn’t he get it himself?
I shoved my dripping wet hair over my shoulder, and the slapping sound mixed with the river of water running down my back made me cringe.
I opened the drawer, expecting something to come out at me right away. Instead, the only thing I saw other than socks was a small black velvet box. My hand hovered over it, but I didn’t touch it. My breathing stalled and when my brain caught up again, I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth.
“Sienna?” Parker called from the bathroom. “Did you find it?”
“Yeah!” I called back and scooped up the box in my hands. I carefully held it out in front of me. Was this what I thought it was? My body buzzed with a mix of terror and excitement.
I walked back into the bathroom and Parker was standing in the shower with the door open, staring at me.
“I’ve been carrying this around since the first week we got together, wanting to find the right moment to ask you….”
My heart started to race like the beating wings of a hummingbird.
“But I realized, every moment is special with you. And I don’t want any other barrier between us. I want you, Sienna. For the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
My jaw dropped open as I lifted the top of the box. Inside was the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen. “Parker. Oh my god. Wow.”
“Is that a yes?”
I lifted the ring from the box and held it between my fingers. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’d ever seen.
“Sienna?” he said.
I placed the ring back in the box then put it down on the counter. I got back into the shower and reached up to hold onto his shoulders. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist so we were eye-to-eye. “Yes, Parker. I will marry you.”
I pecked his lips and then wriggled out of his grasp so I could stand next to him, feeling how well our bodies molded together. The heat of the water felt so good against my skin. Tingles rippled down my spine.
Parker held me against him and we held onto each other, sealing this moment for the rest of our lives.
He chuckled, the sound vibrated in his chest.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I think we’re the first couple to get engaged naked.”
“Even if that was true, which I doubt, I don’t care,” I said. “I just want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Forever.”
Then we kissed until the water ran cold.
BILLIONAIRE’S VEGAS NIGHT
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams
Chapter One
Luna
Inside my head, there was a mess of confusion, jumbled-up dreams, and incoherent chaos. My legs twisted in the tangled sheets as I battled the urge to open my eyes. With the smell of alcohol still permeating from my pores, I took a deep breath and instantly regretted it.
Don’t move. It wouldn’t get any better if I did and as nausea washed over me in a wave, breaking a sweat on my upper lip, I dared not test the theory.
So this is a hangover.
“Luna? It’s about time you were up. It’s almost ten a.m. and…” The voice continued, saying something I missed while trying to understand what my ears were hearing.
For a brief moment, the world made no sense. That was Gabe’s voice. His smooth, naturally sensual tones were unmistakable, especially considering he was my boss. But why would I be hearing his voice? Surely I wasn’t in bed with him and this was all a crazy dream.
Without opening my eyes, I trailed my hand up to my chest to assure myself I was not naked. Thankfully, my clothes were on. I sighed with relief as I forced my eyes to welcome the light and focus on the room around me.
I had partied with him the night before. We’d celebrated and obviously drank quite a bit – p though quite a bit for me wasn’t much at all.
A black lacquered dresser with a large mirror came into focus and I glanced down at myself once again to be certain I’d felt my blouse and not the silk from the red sheets I lay sprawled upon.
Gabe was still talking. “We should eat. It might be best to get something on that stomach of yours.”
Holy crap. I’d spent the night. “I’m afraid to move because I don’t feel so well.” I glanced at him as he stripped off his robe, revealing his bare ass. Why was he naked? I realized his hair was wet. He’d recently showered. I had been out like a light, or like Lottie’s eye, as my father used to say. I wasn’t sure who the heck Lottie was or what happened to her eye, but it must have been terrible.
As Gabe pulled on his pants, I forced myself up and went to the bathroom where the steam still clung to the mirror and the smell of his aftershave lingered. I shut myself inside and leaned back against the door.
Gabe’s voice was muffled on the other side. “Take it slow. We’re in no hurry.”
Thank God for that. I made my way across the room to the granite sink and turned on the faucet. I wiped the steam from the mirror to see if I looked as awful as I felt, and what do you know, I did.
The red veins in my eyes made the blue of my irises stand out, and they were further accentuated by darkened circles and puffiness. My honey-blonde hair was as messy as usual, considering its fine texture always misbehaved during the night.
Misbehaved. I sat and evaluated myself, assuring myself that everything was intact and there were no signs of tenderness in my private regions other than the usual morning beckoning of my bladder. I should be able to tell if anything happened. Being a virgin, I’d know, right? There would be tenderness or pain and blood. I glanced down at myself as my brain went crazy searching for symptoms.
I couldn’t believe I’d ended up in his suite after respectable business hours – and worse, in his bed.
I didn’t understand how it had happened. The last thing I remembered was him offering me a taste of champagne. We had been celebrating the success of his speech and the new client he’d landed because of it.
Working as his assistant, I’d assumed a trip to Vegas would be exciting, but I had no intentions of winding up drunk. It wasn’t my style or a usual habit, and in the two years I’d worked for Gabriel Grant, I hadn’t known him to have such a reputation for alcohol, either. I tried to focus on what else had happened, but the pain in my temples throbbed away any concentration. I couldn’t remember anything.
He probably thinks I’m a fool. I wondered if I still had a job. Would I even still want to work for him? I had to get this sorted out. I finished up and hesitated as I approached the door. How could I face him? With a deep breath to steady myself, I went back out to gather my things. I needed to get the hell out of there.
I glanced around the room for my purse as a wave of pain shot through my temple. The sunlight through the window was too bright for my eyes and I winced, feeling the rolling nausea in my gut. I had to get back to my room downstairs. Being here was a mistake.
I tried to remember what had happened the night before as I joined him in the front room of his suite. He was lounged on the soft black leather of the sofa and sipping a drink.
“There’s coffee, too, if you like. I figured another dose of doom couldn’t hurt.” He lifted his drink and the ice clinked as he swirled it. The sound ricocheted into my temples, and I felt it as much as I heard it.
I poured a cup of coffee, hoping it would cure me, and stood across the room as still as a stone and tried to fight the waves of sickness enough to drink it. “What happened?”
His brows rose and he took a long pull from his drink. Well, that didn’t help me think nothing crazy had happened. “Don’t sweat it, Luna. You were amazing.” He winked. “I haven’t had so much fun in months, and we deserved a good time, you and I. The speech went well, and I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“It was amazing. Thanks.” I nodded to agree and the world seemed to tilt on its axis again; I lowered myself to sit across from him. I prayed I wouldn’t embarrass myself further by falling on my face before I left, but I didn’t want to rush out like some silly girl running scared. Besides, maybe he’d give me a clue about what had transpired before we ended up passed out in his bed, and perhaps the in between before I woke.
Moments passed in silence, and I sipped at my coffee for something to do. The warmth washed through me, easing me for the moment. I’d started drinking black coffee in college and until that night, it was the harshest thing I’d put in my gut.
Right as I was about to ask what happened, his phone rang and he leaned up to retrieve it from the coffee table where his feet were propped. Jesus, even his bare feet are sexy. I’d always known the man was handsome, but sitting across from me in his slacks with his shirt only closed by a few buttons as his hair continued to dry, he was a god. And there I sat, looking like a boozed-up college girl doing her walk of shame from a frat party.
He stared at the phone as if pondering if he really needed to talk to the person on the other end. Suddenly, I felt as if I’d worn out my welcome. I gathered enough strength to get to the edge of my chair and made it no further. “I’ll leave so you can call them back.”
He waved his hand. “Don’t bother. It’s only my sister-in-law Sandra. She can wait. I’m in no hurry to ruin my morning just yet.” He took another long pull off the drink.
“Still, I should go. I-”
Laughter rumbled from across the expanse. “You were so funny last night.” I smiled, but then fear overwhelmed me as my heart sank to my gut like a stone. I wasn’t known for my humor and I couldn’t imagine what I’d done.
As if he could read my face, he held up his hand as if to reassure. “No, seriously, Luna. You were fucking amazing, okay. I had no idea you could do those things with your mouth.”
My heart stopped, and before I could tell if it had started beating again, I was halfway to the bathroom. The coffee was about to make its reappearance and luckily, I made it in time. As I stayed on my knees, I realized I’d forgotten all about oral sex.
There wouldn’t necessarily be any signs or symptoms from such an act, and though I’d experimented briefly with that in college, it wasn’t something I did often – and definitely not with my boss. It had been at least three years since the second time in my life and the time before during my freshman year of college didn’t count.
Had I really done it? I couldn’t deny that I found him attractive. I’d always thought he was amazing, but definitely out of my league. Something had happened. It had to have or why else would I have ended up in his bed? God, no!
His knock sounded at the door. “Luna? Are you okay in there? Did the coffee get to you? You need some food in your stomach. Let me call you something up.”
“No, please, I’ll be fine.” I wiped my watery eyes and slumped against the bowl.
“Nonsense. And as your boss, I won’t have any back talk. I’ll call you up some food, and in the meantime, you get yourself a nice hot shower.” His footsteps faded away as I dragged myself up to my feet.
He was right about the shower. Now that the coffee had evacuated, I felt grimy. I turned on the hot water, setting the temperature before stripping off my clothes. I took another look in the mirror to assure I was unmarked.
I didn’t understand how he could think I’d be okay with any of this. He knew I wasn’t a drinker. I’d told him that when I accepted the champagne. One tiny tickle of the nose, and that bubbly stuff had done all this damage? Surely not. I must have drunk much more.
No, this was my fault, but he wasn’t innocent by far. Even though he seemed to care that I wasn’t well.
Could he have taken advantage of me? His reputation with women was not exactly scandalous, but it was no secret he had made his way through quite a number of them. That was nothing for a man of his fortune. He was a billionaire, after all, though the status had only officially been reached one week after I’d come along. He’d even called me his lucky charm.
Lucky charm. The memory of him and I dancing flashed before my eyes. We were at the casino, and he’d won. I remembered blowing his dice, and his arm was around me. After he’d won, and the celebratory dancing stopped, he’d pulled me in close.
“You’re my little lucky charm,” he’d said, and then he’d kissed me. My hand flew to my mouth landing upon my lips. His mouth was on mine. I’d kissed my boss.
How on earth could I have let this happen? How could he? As amused by my oral abilities as he was, there was no way things could ever go back to how they’d been. I was his assistant, for heaven’s sake. Our relationship was supposed to be strictly professional.
As hard as I tried to remember anything else between us, I couldn’t. We’d obviously gotten close enough to come back here and do what? Kiss? Make out? Perform oral sex on each other, or I on him? What a fool that I couldn’t remember.
I hated what I was going to have to do, but I’d never know otherwise. I was going to have to ask him. After that, the only thing I could do would be to resign and move on to something else. One night in Vegas, and I’d completely ruined my life. I took my time in the shower, not yet ready to go out and face the music.