BILLIONAIRE'S DESIRE

4. Wet

CHAPTER FOUR

REED’S POV

“So her cleavage turned on but you do not think she is pretty? Dude, are you that desperate for some p***y?” Blake chuckled, slapping a high five with Collins. Where the f**k was that stripper I was promised? My friends would not quit mocking me over my alleged turn-on from Scarlett’s cleavage and it was beginning to irritate me more than I would openly admit.

“Ha-ha, laugh all you want but if you were there, then you’d understand why it was so f*****g easy to get a boner,” Up till now, I could not get her cleavage off my mind. All the women that had tried to get close to me since we stepped in the club hadn’t close to erasing that memory. I had resorted to a stripper, easily paying triple the usual amount.

“Come on, everyone knows you are not exactly the type to be swayed by boobs. You know what? What do you says guys if we dropped by the company tomorrow and check out booby Scarlett?” Collins proposed, amusement written all over her face.

“Count me in,” Jade agreed, sipping her drink from the straw.

“None of you are coming over at the company, okay?” I paused when I spotted the manager walking over.

“She is ready for you Sir. Please follow me,” he ushered.

“Well, time to get some action,” I smirked, standing up.

“Yeah, you clearly need it,” I pushed my palms into the depth of pockets, refusing to roll my eyes at Blake’s statement as I followed the manager to the elevator.

“I hope it was worth the triple amount. Because as businessmen, we both know just how one bad review could ruin a career,” I pointed out.

“Trust me, Candy is one of our very best. You won’t be disappointed,” He promised with the confidence of someone who really knew his workers. Now, that was the kind of people I liked working with even for my pleasure.

He led me to a room in the fourth floor before he walked away. As I sat on the dark leather couch, club lights illuminating the room, I could not help feeling a little bit anticipatory with excitement building inside me. A table was just a few inches away from me and a mini bar on the side. Slow, seductive music played in the room, putting me right into the mood. I didn’t have to wait for long before the door opened, a curvaceous woman, wearing a floral galloon lace bra with underwire, lace flutter sleeves, novelty elastic details, gold hardware, skirt with double garter feature and a thong.  I rested against the couch, a smirk touching my lips. Now, this was the kind of fun I loved. Not some nerdy woman with glasses and very attractive cleavage.

She walked inside gingerly but something about her cleavage caught my attention and I could not look away as much as I wanted to. She was smoking hot and that lipstick just dug me in. She didn’t say a word as she walked over to the table, getting on top of it. She slowly dragged her French manicured fingertips teasingly from her neck, down to the mound between her breasts. Her movements were getting me on edge as she slowly slid down to a squat. With her palms resting on her knees, she parted her legs and I visibly sucked in breath.

It took every ounce of energy for me to remain in my seat when she was basically calling to me with her almost visible p***y. As though that was not enough torture already, she dragged her middle finger over her p***y then kissed the finger.

“Bring it on Candy,” I whispered under my breath. Finally, that nerd was out of my brain and all I could think of, was this gorgeous woman making her way towards me. When she reached over me, she leaned in, dragging her index finger over my lips.

“Trust me, they don’t call me Candy for no reason and now I’m going to be yours for the night,” she breathed against my ears. Something about her voice struck some distant familiarity but I was f*****g turned on right now to think straight.

“So why Candy?” I questioned. I was not trying to make conversation but I needed to hear her very seductive voice.

“Doesn’t every man like a whole lot of sweetness that they know is bad for their health but still want it?” She answered as she straightened up, a sly smile on her face.

“When you put it so forbidden like that, then you can’t blame my new found addiction,”

“Well, careful. This particular addiction might be lethal,” she ran her tongue over lower lip, and instantly the image of her doing the same to my d**k, popped in my head. How could she easily make every word sliding off her lips and every action look and sound so f*****g sinfully seductive?

She turned around, sliding down, till her ass sat just a few inches away from my front, barely touching the tip of my hard d**k. A boner was already straining against the front of my pants and there was nothing I wanted more than to bury myself inside her p***y. She slowly wriggled her ass cheeks over my d**k and I was f*****g losing it.

“So are you here every night?” I questioned. I wanted her again and more than that, I wanted her under me, dripping.

“Who wants to know?” she questioned, completely not distracted by the talk.

“A certain man who already wants a candy for another day,” My palms moved, grasping her ass even though it was against the rules. Consequently, she detached her palms from mine.

“First no hands and second, I don’t do one man twice, rich boy,” she answered.

“I paid three grand for the night. How about I make you a new deal?”

“It depends. Will be there s*x involved?”

“I would not mind,”

“Then no deal,” she sounded a bit offended as she answered.

“Fine. No s*x. But how about I pay you five grand for two hours just to come over at my house tomorrow for a private dance?”

“Make it six,” she answered simply.

“Six grand? You drive a hard bargain,”

“Either you are in or you are not, rich boy,”

“Well, since you clearly deliver just what is wanted, I’m in,” I s*****d her ass, the cheeks bouncing lightly but deep down, a naughty idea popped up and taking into account her slightly distracted state, I made a move. I reached forward my hand, dragging my finger against her p***y so unexpectedly that she gasped in surprise.

She was f*****g wet.

“Are you sure you don’t want to be under me, Candy?”

She stood up and damn, she looked so furious. Before I could react, her palm connected really hard with my cheek.

“f*****g dickward!” she snapped then walked out.