The Billionaire's Sexy Little Secret: An Erotic Novella (3 page)

But the meeting with his partners was a complete disaster. No one had anything of promise—nothing even worth looking at. Sal had brought in a packet of information about a scientist in Northern California who was working on a pill for bovine impotence, and claimed that it had made the bulls mate longer and with more frequency. “Fucking COWS, Sal? That’s all you have?” Ned had bellowed when he heard Sal’s pitch. He threw the packet back at Sal roughly and turned to Curtis. “NEXT!” Curtis opened his laptop and began showing Ned a presentation about a rare berry from the Amazon, that when turned into a cream was supposed to both enhance male fertility and virility. “Tried it- doesn’t work!” Ned screamed. “This has been on the market out of Japan for three years, Curtis—Do your MOTHERFUCKING research!” Curtis hung his head in shame. Jonathan handed Ned a business card of a research group out of Atlanta.

“They have had some strong data in women’s orgasm enhancement when implanted with a small spinal electronic pulse,” Jonathan said hopefully. Ned glared at him.

“Scam!” he screamed, ripping up the card and throwing it in the garbage. “Does anyone else have anything?” he said, looking around. The partners shook their heads, looking petrified. “Listen up you second-rate imbeciles—all of this…GARBAGE, that you’ve given me I would have been able to find on Google within five minutes. And ALL OF IT IS BULLSHIT. I don’t know what the hell you’ve been doing all week, but you should be embarrassed of your
piss-poor
performance today.
When I ask for results, I expect them. Now GET OUT OF MY OFFICE.” The Partners tucked tail and fled Ned’s office, almost pushing each other down in their hurry to get out of the way of Ned’s rage. Ned was still shaking when the door closed behind them.

“Candace!” He screamed. His assistant rushed into the office with a nervous look on her face. She’d seen the mass exodus of partners and must’ve known there was a problem.

“Yes Mr. Demilla?” Her voice was trembling.

“I’m leaving the office for the weekend. Please forward all of my calls to voicemail. I’ll be at the Standard for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Yes, sir,” said Candace. Ned was already getting up to leave.

Chapter 6

“Hey Babe,” David called to Marisa as she opened the door. He sounded excited. “I have a surprise for you.” His voice was sing-song as Marisa walked into the kitchen and put down her purse and briefcase. “Close your eyes,” David commanded. Marisa did as she was told and put her hands over her eyes. She could feel David close to her as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach.

“What is it?” she asked him as he slid his hands upwards until they were cupping her full breasts.

“Well, you’ve been working so hard, and I thought we could maybe get away for a night. Say, to your favorite poolside bar in Miami?”

“The Standard?” she squealed. Marisa and David had frequented the bar before the baby was born, and she was aching to return for a nice Friday night of relaxation and fun.

“Open your eyes!” David called, and as Marisa opened her eyes she saw a small white box wrapped up in an orange ribbon. “Go ahead,” David said as she began to pull apart the ribbon. Inside the box was a small orange card. Marisa picked it up—room 402, it said on the back.

“You got us a room at the Standard?” she asked.

“Yup,” said David, looking proud of himself. “And don’t worry, Michael is with your sister for the night I got a really good deal. Marisa was delighted.

“Well,” she said, looking at David, “let’s go!” She rushed into the bedroom and packed a bag. David threw his bathing suit and toiletries in the bag, and as Marisa was zipping it up he pitched in the purple container of baby formula.

“Don’t want to forget my secret weapon,” he said, smiling. Marisa
leaned up and gave
him a
kiss.

“No we don’t,” she said, smiling.

Chapter 7

Ned had already been sitting at the pool bar for a few hours when the couple came in and sat down next to him. It was still pretty early for a Friday and Ned had been by himself, drowning his sorrows in strong margaritas and baking in the sun. He was getting a bit bored of reading the newspaper on his iPad, so when the man and woman sat down, laughing and flirting, it caught his attention. The bartender came up and the woman ordered a raspberry mojito, a drink that Ned knew as one of the best and strongest mojitos in town, so Ned was surprised when the man ordered only a glass of water with no ice. What seemed even stranger is that when the man got his water, he reached in the woman’s purse and pulled out a large round purple container. Ned watched him as he took off the plastic lid and scooped out some white powder from the container and mixed it in his water. The look on the man’s face as he drank down the now cloudy water was agonizing. It must have tasted like shit, Ned thought. But when he had drained the cup, the man looked up at the woman and they gave each other knowing smiles. When the bartender came back over, the man ordered himself a mojito as well. Within a few minutes, they were both drinking mojitos and talking and laughing. Ned noticed the wedding rings on their fingers, but they were acting like a new couple.
After the first round was drained and they got their second mojitos the
woman kept reaching down into the man’s crotch with her foot and rubbing it, teasing him, asking about his ‘magical drink.’ Finally, Ned’s curiosity got the best of him.

“Excuse me,” Ned said to the couple. Marisa and David looked up from their mojitos and turned and looked across the bar. Who was this random guy interrupting their date?

“Yeah,” said David, annoyed. Maybe he needed directions or something?

“I have to ask,” said Ned. “What was that white stuff you drank earlier?”
  By now Marisa was really feeling her first mojito. Because she didn’t drink much anymore, the rum had gone straight to her head. She looked over at the good-looking stranger, then gestured with her finger for him to get closer. When he leaned in, she whispered.

“That’s my husband’s sexy little secret.” The man looked up at her and she continued. “It makes him, you know, cum—over and over.” Ned felt his heart start pounding.

“What do you mean, over and over? Like multiple times in the same…night?” He asked, trying to keep his excitement in check.

“No,” said the woman, leaning in further. “Like multiple times in the same session.” Her eyes got wider. “He cums once, then immediately gets hard again and we keep going. Then he cums again. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to our marriage.” Ned leaned away from the woman,
trying to keep his excitement in check. This was the answer he’d been waiting for, sitting right here in front of him. He pulled out his wallet.

“My name is Ned Demilla,” he said,
clearing his throat,
“and this is my business card. I am looking for a product that does exactly what you’ve described
, and I’m willing to pay. If you let me sample your product, and it works, I will market and sell it of you, and am willing to give you generous share of the profits.”

“Well, it’s not exactly our product,” said David. “We just found it. We don’t own the company or anything.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Ned. “My firm will buy the company and you will still get paid the finder’s fee. I am a successful man-- this could be a very profitable venture for you.” David and Marisa looked at each other for a second.

“Fine,” said David. “You can try it this one time-- but we are not going to tell you what the product is until we get a contract.” He was surprised at the firmness in his own voice.

“Done,” said Ned, and they shook on it. David asked for another glass of water from the bar, and this time when he took out the purple container, he turned his back to Ned, hiding it from him. When the powder was mixed in, David handed Ned the glass.

“I have to warn you, this tastes like shit,” he said. Ned couldn’t have cared less. He held his nose and drank down the liquid, greedily draining the glass to its last drop.
“Thanks,” said Ned, feeling a slight tingling sensation in his mouth. “I’ll be in touch,” and he got up and left the bar. Ned walked directly into the hotel and booked himself into the penthouse. He hadn’t been planning on staying the night, but he had a feeling that this night particular night was going to be a special one. As soon as he checked in and got himself up to the room, he put in a call to Jenna. “Jenna, it’s Ned,” he said when she answered. “Cancel your plans tonight.” Jenna had argued for a few minutes, saying that she had a dinner date and a big party to go to and couldn’t possibly meet with Ned. But he knew that the idea of spending an evening with him in the Standard’s penthouse would be too much for her to resist, and by the time he hung up it was all set up. Then Ned emailed Angelo with a very specific shopping list.

Angelo turned up with a bag full of Ned’s requested items within the hour. After Ned took stock and confirmed he had everything he needed for his evening, he
lay
down on the California King bed and took a nap.
When Jenna knocked on the door at eight-thirty Ned was ready for her. When he was in the shower he’d started to worry that the magic powder from the couple at the bar was just a hoax. Maybe his doctor or one of the partners had set the whole thing up to fuck with him? He shook his head—he was getting paranoid.
He opened the door to Jenna with a glass of champagne in his hand.

“Jenna,” he said, leaning over and kissing her gently on the cheek. Jenna looked at him playfully.

“Ned,” she said, stepping past him into the suite. “Nice digs, just for me?” She pushed out her pouty lips. Tonight Jenna was wearing an extremely short blue dress with cut out panels under her breasts and across her back, revealing large patches of smooth tan skin over finely toned muscles. Her long, dark hair was in gentle curls down her back and over her false eyelashes her brown eyes were lined with a dark coal-colored pencil. Jenna’s long, slim legs were lengthened by her spiked gold heels.
She smelled like perfume, and her skin glistened with carefully applied lotion.

“Just for you,” said Ned, gently placing his hand on Jenna’s lower back, guiding her to a table on the balcony. They sat down and drank the rest of the champagne, then the butler appeared with two thick slabs of steak. “Rare and perfect, just like you,” said Ned, cutting into his dinner. Jenna took a few bites of her meal, but wasn’t in the mood to eat. As Ned washed his steak down with a sip of Bordeaux, Jenna stood up and leaned over the balcony, her skirt hiked up so far that she was almost showing her assets. Ned stared at Jenna’s perfect ass, longing to grab it. Jenna felt his eyes on her and shook back a forth a little bit, teasingly.

“Like what you see, Ned?” she turned her face and looked over her shoulder at him.

“I do, very much,” said Ned, swallowing his steak. Jenna gave him a small smile and began to hike up her skirt with her fingers, little by little.

“You’re going to like this even more then,” she said, pulling her skirt up just enough so Ned could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties over her tight, pink pussy. He felt himself get hard
as he stared at her
, but this time his whole cock was tingling
against his pants
. The new sensation was bizarre, but pleasurable.
Ned got up from the table and walked the three steps over to where Jenna was standing on the balcony. The sun had set and the entire beach was below them, glistening in the moonlight. Ned kneeled down behind Jenna, his hands on her hips, and began to eat her pussy right there on the balcony. Jenna began to breathe heavily as Ned sucked on her wet pussy lips and pushed his finger into her. He leaned her farther over the balcony and began to suck gently on her clit, lifting her up off the ground a few inches to get the right angle. Jenna moaned and gasped as Ned pleasured her. When he reached inside of her again, massaging, and felt that she was ready for him, Ned stood up and pulled down his pants. As he pulled it out, he noticed that his cock was especially rock hard and pulsing and tingling as he pushed it inside of her. This is it, he thought, as he began to fuck her up against the railing. It felt so good, that Ned knew he was going to cum quickly, maybe only thirty seconds after they’d started. But this time, instead of worrying about it, he let his body go with it. He reached down and grabbed Jenna’s long hair and pulled it as he slammed himself hard inside of her, and right as he was getting ready to cum, he pulled out his cock and slapped it against the skin of her ass, stroking himself as he came onto her tight, pink asshole. Then, as he heard Jenna sighing, Ned scooped her up into his arms and swept her into the bedroom.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he said. “I’m not done with you,” he said, throwing her on the bed and pulling the tiny dress up over her head, leaving her naked, just wearing her heels. And he wasn’t. By the time Ned had Jenna on the bed, his cock was rock hard again.
             

“Oooh, Ned,” said Jenna, stroking his cock. “How do you do that?”

“I’ll show you, baby,” said Ned, feeling a sexual happiness and freedom that he’d never felt before in his life. He grabbed the lube out of Angelo’s bag of supplies and rubbed some onto his pulsing cock. Then he reached in and took out a black leather cock ring and
lying
on his back in front of Jenna, wrapped it around his shaft and balls
, making his huge hard dick even bigger and harder. Jenna’s eyes were wide. “Come over here,” he said, lifting her up and sliding her down onto his cock, reverse cowgirl style. Jenna began moaning as she rode him hard and fast.