Billion Dollar Baby Bundle Page 2

  Ethan bent down and kissed her once. He pulled away. An emotion crossed his face, but Selene couldn’t read it.

  “I wanted-” he began and stopped.

  “Wanted what?” she asked.

  He looked away, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Forget it.”

  He kissed her again. This time the kiss was long and deep. His tongue parted her lips. A groan escaped from somewhere deep inside her. Ethan took it as a cue to move to the bed.

  “Shouldn’t we-” use a condom, she was gong to say before she remembered their

  arrangement.

  “Hmm?”

  “Never mind.”

  Selene laid down, her legs dangling off the side. Ethan pulled her dress up and parted her legs.

  A shiver of anticipation shot through her body. Ethan saw her tremble and smiled.

  Sensing her excitement, he decided to prolong his own gratification. He pulled her across the bed towards him.

  He kissed the inside of her thighs, playfully biting at her soft flesh. Selene spread her legs wide, encouraging him to continue.

  He ran his tongue up her thigh to her vagina. Without hesitation, he buried his face between her legs. His tongue was long and thick, it entered her perfectly.

  She writhed on the bed as his tongue passed over her clit, then in and out of her vagina.

  Her hips moved involuntarily provoking him on. His mouth sucked at the lips of her vagina as his tongue tickled her.

  Selene cried out and arched her back, desperate for the moment to carry on.

  Ethan moved on top of her. Selene wrapped her legs around him, hungry for his cock.

  A greedy thirst overtook them both. He unzipped his pants and plunged deep inside her.

  His cock was bigger than she had imagined; it was thick, long and straight, hitting its target without aide or assistance from her.

  Selene thought her arousal was at its peak when Ethan was performing oral sex on her, but her fervor now exceeded its previous heights.

  He moaned and fucked her roughly. Selene felt her lust reach a breaking point. With a final cry, she came. Shortly thereafter Ethan followed. He collapsed on top of her, his cock still hidden away inside her vagina.

  They laid in that position silently as they tried to catch their breath. Ethan lifted his head and looked into her eyes. Selene smiled and kissed his forehead.

  “Earlier,” Selene’s voice was hoarse, “you said, ‘I wanted…’ then stopped. What were you going to say?”

  Ethan kissed her chin and closed his eyes. He rested his face between her soft breasts and sighed. “I wanted this to be a contract. That’s what I was going to say.”

  “What did you mean?”

  “I wasn’t expecting to feel… well to feel anything. There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

  The sound of a door closing in an adjacent room made Selene jump. “Who else is in the house?”

  Ethan held her tight, as if she was afraid of losing her. “My wife.”

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  “Your wife? Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “Sloan-”

  “No, don‘t speak.”

  She was laughing now; a hysterical impulse brought about by the absurdity of the moment.

  Ethan was laying on top of her. The hard body that had once felt comforting and warm now felt like a dead weight. She pushed him off her and rose.

  She began gathering her clothing and dressing. The tight red dress she had so coveted earlier was now hindering her escape. She turned the dress and stretched the fabric, it was as if had shrunk two sizes in the preceding twenty minutes.

  Ethan stood in front of her his arms wide, desperate to make her understand. Understand what, she wasn’t sure.

  “Wait,” he pleaded, “you were okay with this arrangement when it was just business.

  Can’t we go back to that?”

  It was a pathetic move on his part, but Ethan wanted Sloan in his life. He was convinced that if he could calm her down she would listen to his reasons.

  The ceiling above them creaked with the sound of footsteps: someone was in the attic.

  “Who’s that?” Sloan asked, “Another girl? You keep a harem around here?”

  “You’re being ridiculous.”

  A part of Sloan realized he was correct. This had started out as business, but she had convinced herself it would lead to something more. Hell, Ethan told her his feelings for her went beyond the contract- a contract she realized with a sinking feeling, they hadn’t signed yet. What if she was already pregnant? Would he disown the baby? No, she

  thought, he couldn’t, would he?

  Taking a deep breath she sat on the edge of the bed. In a forced calmness she turned to him, “First who’s in the attic?”

  “My w-,” he paused and cleared his throat, “My wife. She has a loft in the attic. It’s where she prefers to sleep.”

  “You don’t share a room?”

  “No, she’s not well. It’s a complicated situation.”

  “Complicated, is one way of describing it.”

  Ethan sighed, then cautiously sat down next to her on the bed. He was waiting for her to run away or slap him; he found either preferable to her silence.

  “You shouldn’t have said you had feelings for me,” Sloan said. She tried to stay firm, but her voice came out weak.

  “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He rubbed his hands together in front of him. The fact that he was still completely nude hadn’t escaped her attention.

  “I was going to explain the situation when we sat down to sign the contract. Then, this happened. I do have feelings for you, that’s why I couldn’t wait.” He searched her eyes and thought he saw a hint of reprieve. Perhaps he could persuade her to stay.

  “Does she know about our arrangement?”

  “It’s hard to say. I tried to explain, but she’s not well- mentally.”

  “Is she dangerous?”

  “God no! I would never put you or my child in danger.”

  Selene thought for a moment. Her mind wondered back to the small home she was

  underwater on (she owed more on it than it was worth), her student loans, the stress of work, her idiot boss, her lack of a meaningful relationship. She rubbed her temples. At least with the money she could start over, wipe the slate clean, maybe even find a boyfriend outside of this arrangement. She knew she had to put her feelings aside and endure. She always endured, but this time she would come out ahead.

  “Fine,” she said, “let’s talk money.” She shifted gears quickly. “The contract: I want double my original fee regardless if I conceive or not. I also want my legal rights to the child explicitly drawn out.”

  Ethan nodded his head in agreement. “The original fee was five million, ten million can be arranged.”

  Selene hesitated. They hadn’t discussed an actual dollar figure before. She had no idea he was originally planning on paying her so much. She would be a millionaire. The thought didn’t even register with her it felt surreal. She tried to maintain her cool.

  “Yes, ten million,” her voice quivered slightly over the million, she hoped he hadn’t noticed. “What about the babies inheritance?”

  “As per the rules of the trust, my heir will inherit the money in the event of my death or mental incapacitation.”

  “How much is it?”

  “With the land holdings, real estate, stock, cash… a little over one billion dollars. Give or take.”

  Selene felt her mouth go dry: one billion dollars. She couldn’t even conceive of being debt free, let alone having enough money to support her family for generations.

  Suddenly, her reservations about the situation expired. Whatever curve balls he threw at her, she knew her child would have the best education and never want for anything. She was willing to endure it for her child’s future.

  “Give or take…” she said and laughed.

  The phrase seemed absurd. Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he examined her. Then a cautious smile spre
ad across his face. “Yes I suppose it is funny. The bottom line is this: this can work, we will make it work- together.”

  Selene nodded her head; she still felt mild shock over the night’s revelations. “I never want to meet her.” Ethan looked at her quizzically. “Your wife. She won’t be a part of my life or the babies. Non-negotiable.”

  Ethan swallowed hard. He had been through a lot with his wife, more than he was willing to discuss with Selene. He still felt loyalty to her and if he was being totally honest with himself, he felt guilt. He had once loved her more than life itself, but now… he couldn’t allow himself to think about it. Instead, he sighed and nodded his head, unable or unwilling to say yes to Selene’s demand.

  “Let’s draw up the contract.”

  With the contract signed, she left the house in a fog. Before stepping into the cab she turned to face the mansion. It loomed in front of her; it was a means of escape from her old life, but what secrets lurked within its walls?

  In an upper window a curtain fluttered. Had someone been standing there? A shiver went through Selene’s body when she thought of Ethan’s wife: the phantom lurking the halls.

  She quickly stepped into the cab and had the driver take her home.

  When she woke the next morning the first thing Selene did was check her account. The ten million had been transferred to her checking, just as Ethan had promised.

  Subconsciously, she ran her hand over her stomach. They had only been together once, but she already wondered if she was pregnant.

  The thought of a baby sent a wave of excitement through her. In truth, she hadn’t thought much about children, but now she couldn’t wait to have one.

  A second thought added to her pleasure: she could quit her job. She picked up her phone, called her boss, and told him everything she’d bottled up inside for years, then quit.

  Purged of her anger, she promptly paid off all her bills. Afterwards she went to her favorite gourmet chocolate shop and bought half the store.

  Back at home, while riding on a sugar high, she suddenly remembered she had agreed to meet Ethan tonight.

  It was too early to tell if she was pregnant and they were under a deadline: she had to get pregnant within the next few months, that way the baby would be born before Ethan’s thirty-fifth birthday. Tonight was the night they began officially trying to pregnant.

  Selene insisted they meet at a hotel. In her mind, Ethan’s wife had become a ghost. The idea of trying to have sex with Ethan while she roamed the halls, made her nervous.

  In fact, it made her more than nervous, she found it disturbing.

  Her relationship with Ethan may be strictly business, but he was good in bed and Selene planned on thoroughly enjoying every minute of it.

  Still, something about Ethan bothered her. She was sure he wasn’t telling her the whole truth. Vainly, she hoped there wasn’t anything more sinister lurking behind his blue eyes.

  The hotel was in the same part of town as the boutique she’d bought her dress from was located. In other words, it was extremely wealthy.

  Selene entered the lobby to the sight of women in expensive dresses, dripping with jewelry.

  Selene was still in denial about her pay day. She now had as much money as these people and someday her child would have even more. The idea made her dizzy.

  She rushed to the elevator. Inside, she inserted a special key above the panel of buttons and turned it. The key, sent to her house earlier, gave her access to the penthouse.

  The doors of the elevator closed and she was left staring at herself. The doors were a shiny gold reflective surface that showed her image as well as a mirror.

  She surveyed her appearance: a black dress, panty hose, and black boots. Realizing she would look derelict next to the ladies in the lobby, self-consciousness began to creep into the back of her mind. Would Ethan think she looked pretty? Sexy?

  She turned to check her backside in the doors. After appraising her round firm ass and full, natural breasts she decided that the way she was dressed wouldn’t matter: they would be naked soon enough. Selene was confident Ethan would be pleased.

  The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse. It took up the entire top floor of the hotel.

  Selene stepped into a large open space. The style of the room was modern, sparse and sleek. It didn’t appeal to Selene’s taste.

  Her boots thudded across the hardwood floor, echoing through the empty room. Where is Ethan she wondered.

  One wall of the living room was solid glass window. She pressed her face to the glass and looked down below. She could barely make out the people walking along the street.

  The city stretched out around her. The lights shined dimly as the sun was just setting. Not for the last time, she wondered how she got to this place.

  Suddenly, Ethan was behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight. The smell of his cologne hung in the air around them. It had a clean aroma like the way a man smells when he steps out of the shower.

  Ethan ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her face. He kissed her neck and ran his hands over her breasts.

  “I was worried you wouldn’t come tonight,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I made a promise. I keep my word,” she hadn’t meant for the words to come out

  sounding bitter, but she couldn’t help herself; she still wasn’t entirely over his deception.

  Ethan stood still behind her, his hands resting on her breasts.

  “Besides,” she continued, “you are a good fuck.”

  If her previous comment made him uncomfortable, the latter washed away his

  insecurities. He laughed, then continued kneading her breasts.

  “Shall we go to the bedroom?” he asked.

  “No, let’s stay here.”

  There was something about the way the city looked at sunset, it made Selene feel calm and peaceful.

  “Fuck me here,” she commanded.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Selene put her hands against the glass. Ethan lifted her dress, bunching it up around her hips.

  He got down on his knees and wrapped his fingers around the bikini straps of her underwear. They slid off her easily. She stepped out of them and waited for Ethan’s next move.

  He ran his hands over her legs, tracing the lines on her thigh-high stockings. Selene tried to stand still as shivers shot through her body.

  Ethan kissed her thigh, then bit the stocking, ripping it with his teeth. Taking the torn ends in hands he pulled hard, ripping the hose all the way down her leg. The tearing sound cut through the silent room.

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ethan take the stocking and set it aside. What was he planning, she wondered.

  She began to grow excited. Ethan stood up and unzipped her dress. He pulled her dress off and discarded it.

  He removed his shirt, pants and underwear, letting them fall around his feet.

  She felt his cock rub against her ass: he was already hard.

  The thought of him waiting to fuck her, his cock hard and ready, made her wet. It also filled her with frustration. Just do it, she wanted to scream, fuck me.

  Her breath fogged the glass in front of her. Impatiently, she drummed her fingers along its surface.

  Sensing her anger, Ethan smiled. It aroused him to know how much she craved his cock.

  Without further adieu, he grabbed her hips, angling her ass out to him. He positioned himself behind her then drove his cock deep inside her.

  A moan hissed out of Selene’s mouth.

  Ethan pierced her mercilessly over and over.

  The force pressed her into the glass, her breasts smashed flat against the cold surface.

  Idly, she wondered if anyone could see them. There were tall buildings all around, a few with lights on.

  Selene straightened up. A small smile played at the edges of her mouth as she cried out in pleasure. She wanted to put on a good show for anyone watching.

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p; Encouraged by her cries, Ethan fucked her harder. Selene reached behind her and placed her hand on Ethan’s ass. She squeezed it hard and pulled it towards her, urging him to go faster.

  Thoughts of the previous days disappointments, deceptions and revelations clouded her mind.

  As his cock drove inside her she pushed against him; her need to exorcise the bad blood between them was as strong as her carnal desire.

  “Don’t stop,” she groaned.

  He held out a moment longer. It was torture for him, but he wanted to please her.

  After coming he pulled out slowly and kissed her neck. To feel tenderness after such a thorough, rough fuck was oddly jarring, but not displeasing.

  Selene turned away from the cityscape. It had grown dark. The special period of twilight was gone.

  She faced Ethan for the first time that night. His hair was wild and his face flushed. He was still breathing hard, nearly exhausted from the exertion and force of his orgasm.

  Every time he breathed the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexed and tensed as if they were trying to contain some wild creature.

  She wanted to touch him to run her hands over his warm flesh. She resisted the impulse; it felt too intimate. She knew she had to keep her personal feelings out of their arrangement, but it was hard.

  One look in his eyes and she was drawn to him. She wanted to lay in his arms, to make a real life with him, to be a family.

  Selene closed her eyes and walked to the couch. Ethan followed her like a lost puppy. She sat with her head in her hands. Ethan kneeled in front of her.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

  Selene took a breath and looked at him; her expression turned to ice. “Not a thing,” she replied. The last thing she wanted was to show weakness in front of him, for him to realize what a hopeless case she was. She had strong feelings for Ethan, feelings she didn’t fully understand yet. Nor did she understand what their consequences would be on her life.

  She straightened up. Appraising his body, she subconsciously bit her bottom lip. His body was like a Greek statue carved from marble.