Billionaire's Escort

Chapter eight

Landon’s POV

I don’t know for how long I had been sitting there but judging on how many people had entered the club since we got here, I had a feeling that it had been more than just a couple of hours. 

The failure with the dancer had me bummed. I had never experienced that before and Jack knew that which was why even when he left to go deal with some s**t, he let the drinks keep coming. Or more like bottles. I knew I had a high-ass tolerance when it came to alcohol, but I was also aware of the fact that I crossed that line a while ago. 

I kept looking at my phone with a slight hope that she had called or texted, but the only thing that had popped up on my screen was either from my mother or it was work-related. 

“Stupid f*****g s**t,” I murmured to myself as I got up and made my way towards the bar where Jack was currently standing with two of his employees. 

“I’m leaving.”

“Dude, are you sure you should go home now? In this state?” Jack asked. 

“Yeah…” I said as I scratched the back of my head. “I got the brunch tomorrow.”

“If you say so, man. If I may give you some advice, just get the s**t over with. You clearly can’t function properly before you get it out of your system.”

I waved him off, downed my last glass before slamming it on the counter, and stumbled out of the door. James was waiting for me right where had I left him. 

“Sir?”

“Home,” I muttered trying somehow to hide the fact that I was wasted. 

The entire ride home, I kept repeating his advice in my head. Maybe I should just get it over with. Maybe I should just go home, bend her over the table and show her what happens when you push me to my limits. The limits she pushed me over already on day one with her tight dress and round ass. 

The thought alone made me hard and I wasn’t even home yet. 

I groaned in frustration just as James parked the car in front of the hotel. 

“Can you manage sir?”

I huffed and walked straight out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I went to the elevator without a word and pressed the button to the penthouse. With every step I took, I knew I came closer to her, and my body heated up. I was drunk, I was pissed off and I was horny. A combination that I knew in my head wasn’t good, a combination that I knew I shouldn’t react to, but in this very moment, all logic had disappeared along with my rational thinking. 

I flew through the doors as soon as they opened and went to look for her. I started with her room, then the kitchen, then the living room. When I realized she was nowhere to be found I stood there in the hallway feeling even angrier than before. 

Did she leave? 

She f*****g left. 

“Oh my god, you scared me,” her sweet voice echoed from behind. 

I turned around and was met with a sight I’d never forget. In front of me stood none other than Kimberly. Her hair was wet and hung loosely over her shoulders. Her naked shoulders. 

I let my eyes roam further down her body, taking it all in. Her round breasts were covered in a red strapless bikini top matching the red bottoms she was wearing. Her n*****s were showing through the fabric due to the air conditioner in the penthouse which made my c**k twitch in excitement. All that naked skin yet my eyes were focused on the two places that weren’t barred to me. The two places I longed to touch, to feel, to taste.   

“Where have you been?” I asked, my voice deep. 

“The pool.”

She answered slowly almost sounding hesitant. 

With two big yet unsteady steps, I was right in front of her. I was so close I could feel her hot breath on me. 

“What are you doing?” she stuttered. 

“This is all your fault,” I slurred as I took a few steps forward, making her take a few back until she couldn’t walk any further. 

Her back was now pressed against the wall. The dim lights hitting her wet skin made it glisten. 

“You’re drunk,” she stated taking in my appearance.

“You’re damn right I am.”

I rested my left arm on the wall and lowered my head until my lips were right next to her ear.  

“And it’s all because of you.”

“Wha-“

“The way you talk to me, especially when you show me that you aren’t scared of me or my position. The way you aren’t scared even though you know that I with one flick of my finger could ruin your entire life,” I whispered as my finger ran down her cheek, onto her neck, and stopped just above her chest. “The way you look so damn sexy without even trying. It is excruciating.”

I watched her suck in a breath as I let my hand travel down her side and rested it on her hip. 

“The way your body reacts to mine. You want it even though you know you shouldn’t, just like I do.”

“Landon,” she breathed. 

“Do you enjoy being a tease? Do you enjoy watching me crumble in front of you like I was nothing but clay in your hands? Do you enjoy knowing that I, with every part of me, fight to stay away, stay at a distance from you? Do you?” I asked in a raspy voice as I let my lips grace hers ever so slightly.

A small moan escaped her lips along with the breath she had held in. I felt my c**k stiffen, urging me to touch her and for the first time, I listened to it. My hand slid from the wall and before I knew it, I had her pinned with both of her hands in one of mine as I let the other explore her body. 

Kimberly’s POV 

His entire demeanor had changed since he left, and I knew it was because of the alcohol. 

He had me pinned to the wall in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t escape, not that I was entirely sure that I even wanted to. The way his hand grabbed my ass pulling me closer to him before he squeezed it set my core on fire. 

“I searched for you, and you weren’t there,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling so close to mine. “And when I finally find you, you show up half-naked and drenched, dripping all over the floor.”

His eyes were on fire as his hand searched my body with hunger. I shuddered as I closed my eyes just listening to his deep raspy voice as he spoke. Every inch of my body went crazy as his words echoed through me, ripping me apart from the inside out.

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered unable to form any other sentence.

“How sorry?”

“Very,” I moaned as his teeth nibbled my ear. 

“You should be punished for your behavior.”

The look in his eyes was a look of lust and I knew that everything that could happen now depended on what I answered. 

“Then punish me.”

With a growl, he released my hands and lifted me off the floor as his lips met mine. He bit my lip, making me moan out gaining himself access to explore my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance until I was slammed against a table. His mouth disappeared from mine making me whimper as he trailed hot kisses down my neck to my chest. He took one look at my bikini top before he ripped it off. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most satisfying sound I had heard in a while. His tongue flicked over my already hard n****e while his fingers pinched the other. 

My hands instantly ran down his back as I desperately tried to cling to him, to keep him in place.  

He let out a groan when my nails dugs into his back, hissing softly at the pleasure. 

He released the grip he had on my n****e as his mouth began trailing wet kissing down my stomach, his hands gliding down my side until they met with the hem of my bikini bottom. A sigh escaped my lips the further he got to be where I wanted him. He began playing with the hem slowly sliding his fingers underneath, letting them glide over my most sensitive area and it was as if a rush came through my body. Along with my senses. 

He was drunk. He had no idea what he was doing or more importantly he would know tomorrow. Letting him do this now would be like taking advantage of him. An advantage I would very much like to have, but one I couldn’t take. I couldn’t risk it. Not with everything at stake. 

“Landon,” I protested in a soft voice. 

“I love it when you say my name,” he hummed and met my eyes. 

He didn’t make this easy for me. 

“The way it so effortlessly rolls off your tongue,” he continued. “The sparkle you get in your eyes when I touch just the right places.” 

With that, he slid his finger down and felt just how much of an impact he made on me. 

“So wet,” he murmured against my skin.

He was going to be the death of me. I was like pudding in his hands, but I needed to get a grip. I needed to stop this before it got any further. Before he would make it impossible for me to be rational. 

“Landon,” I tried again as I let my hand meet with his to drag it from my core. “Landon.”

His eyes met mine. A hunger in his so clear that I almost didn’t dare protest, but as he looked closely in mine, his eyes somewhat softened. I gave his hand a squeeze and dragged it up to my lips, kissing it, his eyes following every movement. 

“We can’t do this,” I said as I finally had his attention. 

“You don’t want to?” he asked. 

“I do but…”

“You don’t.”

And just like that, the softness from his eyes was gone and his voice was hard and cold.  He ripped his hand out of mine, stood up, and brushed himself down. 

“Never have I ever met a w***e who would say no to this,” he said gesturing to himself. 

The word w***e made me flinch but it was what I was. I needed to come to terms with that, especially while working with him. He turned on his heel and headed for his bedroom, but just before he got to the threshold he stopped. He didn’t turn around, he just stopped. 

“Why?”

I didn’t need to ask him to know what he meant. 

“You’re drunk,” I said trying to keep my head up. “Doing this now… You would regret it tomorrow and I would get fired.”

For a second, only a second, he looked like he wanted to say something but instead, he said nothing and continued to walk until I heard his bedroom door slam shut. 

I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths before making my way down the table. I gathered what was left of my top and tip-toed to my room, as silently as possible. Whatever mood he was in right now… Well, I did not want to face that. He could be cruel if he wanted to and I was at my limit which meant that I would end up saying something stupid and get myself fired anyway.