A Billionaire BWWM Romance 7: The Honeymoon (2 page)

“So you are going to give me kids?” he asked. Julie
smiled and leaned back as she nodded. “When?” he asked.
Julie turned her head and looked into his intoxicating brown eyes.

“How soon can we get to the hotel?” she asked. Steven
suddenly felt his pants get uncomfortable. He loved it when Julie was
this direct. He opened the partition window and leaned forward.

“Ivan, step on it,” he said.

“Ja sir,” Ivan said before Steven put up the partition
and then leaned over to kiss his new wife. He slipped a hand behind
her neck and pulled her closer to him. He could already feel himself
getting hard. The urge to be with his new wife was overwhelming. She
then pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Slow
down mister,” she said with a smile. “This is not how I
envisioned my wedding night,” she added with a smile. “Besides,
we’ve already had sex in a limo before,” she added.
Steven laughed.

“We
still have fifteen minutes until we get to the hotel,” he said
as he kissed her neck. She smiled and nodded.

“Yes,
but I have a surprise for you. So, trust me when I tell you that
fifteen minutes is definitely worth the wait,” she said. Steven
could not wait. He looked at her and smiled in agreement.

Meg was all nervous as she swiped the key card allowing her access to
Ellis’ room. She was not sure whether she was happy or nervous.
She knew exactly what had brought her over and it was not
conversation. Okay maybe it was, after all, Ellis was a great person
to hang out with. But maybe conversation would follow later. She
would just have to see how this night turned out. Or did she? She did
not want to be the one to make things awkward by saying they could no
longer hang out because they’d had awkward sex and everything
was now officially weird. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind
her ear and took a long breath before she slowly opened the door. In
the room, Ellis was seated on the long couch smiling. To Meg, he
almost looked like James Bond…Pierce Brosnan and maybe a
younger Timothy Dalton. Not Daniel Craig. She cared less for Craig
actually.

“
You’re spiraling,”
she thought as she tried
calming herself down. It was just then that she noticed how gorgeous
his room was. Somehow, she felt some anger at Julie for not telling
her that there were better rooms…suites…at the facility
than what she got. If anything, she got a version of her room at
home. The only difference was that she didn’t have to make her
own bed.

“Meg?” Ellis called, snapping her back to reality. Meg
looked at him and smiled. She was suddenly tongue tied. That never
ever
happened to her. “You okay?” he asked. She
smiled and nodded before she nervously turned around and swung the
door shut. “Drink?” he asked. She nodded as he rose from
the couch and walked to his minibar. Minibar. He had a minibar…that
was what was going through her head at that moment. Or was it that
she was trying to make herself busy to forget everything that was
going on around her?

“
Damn it. It’s the wait,”
she suddenly
realized. It had been so long since she had been intimate with anyone
she was almost scared to do something wrong.

“I have wine. Both red and white. And I am hoping you are a
white person because I have a Chardonnay that will knock your socks
off,” he said as he dramatically displayed an unopened bottle
of chardonnay. Meg looked at him and smiled.

“Actually, I’d like a bourbon if you have any,” she
said. Ellis looked at her and smiled.

“Bourbon, huh?” he said as he put the bottle down. “Woman
after my own heart.” He poured two glasses of the drink. “Ice?”
he asked.

“Please,” Meg said. If Julie would see her right now, she
would have probably laughed her heart off. This was her very chatty
best friend fidgety and lost for words. It was like Christmas in the
summer. Ellis walked over to where she was and handed her one glass
before he raised his glass to her. Meg needed no second bidding. She
flashed down the contents of her glass making Ellis a little
surprised.

“Ahem…that’s an eighty year old bottle,” he
said. Meg winced a little as she felt the drink burning its way down
her gullet.

“So that was what that was?” she asked as she reached for
his glass and flashed it down as well. Ellis had to admit, he was
impressed.

“We should really go out some time. Do you mind if I fly you
down to London one of these days?” he asked. She winced again
and then smiled.

“I’m sorry. I’m just really nervous,” she
said. A slow smile played on Ellis’ lips.

“What does a smart beautiful woman like you have to be nervous
about?” he asked. Meg shrugged.

“Flattery much?” she asked.

“I’m not trying to be but I can’t help it. I’m…I
just haven’t met anyone like you in a long time,” he
said.

“I’m not sure what to say to that…I mean I know
your kind of women are the runaway models in Milan and some more
Hollywood people. I am nothing close to that,” she said. He
smiled and took the glasses from her before he led her to the couch.
It was just then that she became aware of the soft music playing in
the background. Ellis put the glasses on the table and looked at her.
Meg was not sure whether it was the eighty year old bourbon or the
fact that her loins were aching for him that she suddenly felt so
comfortable…so at home with him.

“So, runway models and Hollywood actresses. Is that what you
think I’m into?” he asked. She shrugged and felt the
color in her cheeks flush.

“Do you blame me? I saw a Facebook photo of you and Ellie
Goulding and another of you with One Direction…What the hell
do you do anyway? How do you know all these celebrities?” she
asked.

“How about tonight we just talk about you?” he said with
a smile.

Meg raised an eyebrow. “Are you a drug dealer or some kind of
gangster with a sex slavery cartel? Because the way you dodged that
question…” Meg started before Ellis laughed, cutting her
short. “Growing up with stereotypical parents in the projects
can do a number on you,” she said. Ellis nodded.

“Don’t worry. I don’t do drugs, unless they are
over the counter and the only sexual slavery I engage in is
consensual,” he said with a smile. Meg’s cheeks flushed
again as she felt an urge in her pussy.

“
Damn,”
she thought.

“I manage hedge funds…or rather that was the field I was
born into and when I made enough money I ventured into the music
industry and bought a number of recording studios. That’s what
I really love doing,” he said. Meg looked at him and breathed a
long low wow. She had no idea he was this interesting.

“Wow,” she said again, this time a little louder. “So
Milan…” she started.

“Was that another photo? I thought I took them all down,”
he said.

Meg smiled and shook her head.

“You cannot control people with smartphones and Wi-Fi,”
she said.

He took a long deep breath.

“One of my new artists Alana Baylor got a gig to perform at
this designer’s fashion show so I just went in support. My
producers were there too…but I spent more time walking around
the stores with my mother,” he added shaking his head. “You
cannot come between a woman and her Jimmy Choos no matter what age
she is,” he added.

“You might have cracked the code on understanding women,”
she said. Ellis laughed and then looked into her eyes. He leaned
forward and Meg followed suit but suddenly stopped. This was a
mistake. It could very well be disastrous if the two were awkward.
Their best friends were married. If anything happened that would mean
awkward dinners…for life! “I’m sorry,” she
said in a low voice. He looked at her and shook his head. He was so
close to her she could feel his minty breath on her cheek. “I
don’t want this to be awkward,” she said.

“Why would it be awkward?” he asked.

“This…casual sex…it’s not…”
she was still talking when he pulled away.

“Is that what you think this is?” he asked.

Meg shrugged.

“What else is it? The hot English best man screws the drunk
horny maid of honor and that’s that,” she said in a low
voice trying not to sound like a cynical bitch.

“You think I’m hot?” he asked, smiling.

“That’s all you got from the whole sentence?” she
laughed.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he said.

She laughed.

“Look, you are a great guy and I don’t want to mess up
anything by sleeping with you and…” she was still
talking when he suddenly leaned in and claimed her lips in one long,
lingering kiss that left her breathless. She found herself raising
her arms to wrap them around his neck, pulling him lower towards her.
When he finally pulled away, she was flushed and wetter than she had
ever been in her life.

“You talk too much,” he said in a low voice. “And
this isn’t a random hook up.”

She looked into his eyes. She could not believe that she was even
considering kissing him. She could almost hear her past calling out
to her telling her that all this was a bad choice like most of the
men in her past had been.

“No?” she asked.

He shook his head.

“No. I have been stalking you on Facebook for the better part
of the year. I sent you a request and you never confirmed me,”
he said. Meg smiled. “I even tried to get you on Twitter.”
Meg shook her head. “Wow, you may be the one person who doesn’t
have a digital footprint,” he said. She smiled again.

“I am not that much into social media…just my business
handles maybe, but that’s that,” she said. “I think
social media is a bit too overrated if you ask me.”

“Then I should have tried contacting you through your business
page, huh?” he asked. Meg giggled. “I am the one who
asked Steven and Julie to hook me up with you,” he added. Meg
looked at him surprised at what she was hearing.

“Why?” she asked.

“What do you mean why? Have you looked at yourself in the
mirror lately?” he asked as he pulled her to her feet and
walked her to the full length mirror in the bedroom. He stood behind
her and looked at their reflection. “Tell me why any man
wouldn’t want to be hooked up with that,” he said softly.

She smiled and looked at their reflection. She didn’t think she
had ever looked this good with anyone before. At that moment, some of
the doubt was slowly fading away. She looked at him and smiled. There
was a tingle down her spine as he slowly traced his index finger on
her waist. She could not help but admit that they did make a handsome
couple but there was still that big what if at the back of her mind.
What if it didn’t work out? What if she was rushing into this
or what if he was looking for some kind of rebound…

“But what if…” she started but he kissed her
again, silencing her.

“I told you. You talk too much,” he said when he pulled
away. “No one is perfect that is why people make it up as they
go on.” He turned his attention back to their reflection and
smiled. “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to make love
to the woman who I have been waiting to meet for the last seven
months,” he said as he lowered his head to kiss her again.

She pulled away before his lips could claim hers.

“Wait, so you haven’t done…in seven months?”
she asked surprised. He shook his head and smiled. “Guess it’s
been long for both of us,” she said as she felt his erection
pressing hard into her ass. She smiled as he kissed her. His one hand
was already pulling down the zipper at the back of her dress. Her
heart was beating hard as her dress dropped to the floor leaving her
in a black strapless bra and matching lace panties. She closed her
eyes and tilted her head to allow him access to her long neck. She
then turned around and pushed his jacket off his shoulders with
trembling fingers. She felt herself blushing as she undid his shirt
buttons, one by one. Each one revealing a little more skin than the
last until he was totally and completely exposed to her. She was
breathing fast when she pushed his shirt off. Her heart was beating
so fast and hard it was threatening to beat out of her chest. She
raised her hand and pulled out the hair pin that held her loose bun
up and dropped it to the floor. Ellis tucked a strand of her hair
behind her ear and then led her to the bed. He kicked off his shoes
and then undid his belt buckle before he let the thousand dollar
pants fall to the ground revealing his more than impressive bulge.
She looked into his eyes as he reached round her back and undid the
clasp of her bra letting her breasts free.

He was still looking into her eyes when he slowly forced her down on
the bed before he began kissing her neck, working his way down to her
chest. She gasped when she felt him cup a feel of her breast while he
took the other nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She was moaning
loud and grinding herself against his loins hard. He knew what this
meant. He pulled down her panties and she raised her head to look at
him thanking her lucky stars that she had taken that bikini wax at
the spa that weekend. Ellis spread her legs and without any warning
took her clit into his mouth and sucked it hard. Meg fell back on the
bed and clasped a hand over her mouth trying hard not to scream. This
was too much. He was giving her more pleasure than all the men she
had been with. It seemed like forever when he finally pulled away.
She looked at him as he pushed his boxers off revealing a throbbing
cock. For a moment, she panicked wondering if she would be able to
take him.

“Do you…do you have…” she started before
Ellis grabbed a rubbed from the nightstand. Meg smiled. If there was
a guy who believed in preparation, it was this guy. She smiled and
looked at him as he rolled it on. She found herself wondering if the
rubber was enough to accommodate his large member. When he climbed on
the bed and settled in between her legs. She looked at him in a
panic. “Wait…I…” she started before he
smiled down at her and nodded. He knew what she was about to say and
it was the same thing for him too. He had not been with a woman for a
while and she had not been with a man for a while. For him this would
be just fine but there was the risk of hurting her. He could see the
fear in her eyes but he had a reassuring smile on his face.