The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

I wasn’t surprised he was flying private. I would have been surprised if he wasn’t.

“If you were on the way,” he said, “we’d give you and your friends a lift home.”

I loved how he treated private flying like it was an Uber.

“What time do you take off?”

I pressed my back against his chest, holding in my breath, feeling the coarseness of his dark hairs and the hardness of his pecs. “Our flight is at nine.” I sighed. “I’m not a fan of anything early, but the girls wanted to be back at a decent time to get in some last-minute homework.”

I almost cringed when I said that-another reminder of how young I was compared to him.

I stared at the girls, who were trying to keep up with his guys, guzzling vodka under this wicked heat. “I think it’s going to be a rough morning.” I laughed.

“I don’t think you’re wrong.”

He turned me around, placing my back against the side of the pool, surrounding me in his arms. His cold, wet lips found mine. I could taste the liquor on his tongue, the neediness in his grip. The fire that was building between our bodies.

“Mmm,” I moaned the second he pulled his mouth away.

It didn’t matter how many times I had this man inside me-even if it was three times a day, like we’d been averaging; it wouldn’t be enough. I’d gone to bed last night after cowgirl. I’d woken up to doggy style this morning.

Yet now, just a few hours later, I was fantasizing about what position he would put me in this afternoon.

He held my chin as he asked, “Do you girls have plans for dinner?”

Monica had tossed around a few ideas but hadn’t made a reservation.

“Nope,” I replied.

He pulled my lip into his mouth, biting the end before he released it. “We’re going for sushi, and we have a private room. I can easily add four more to the table.” His hands dipped to my ass, circling my cheeks. “And we also have tickets to see The Weeknd tonight. If you want to come”-he nuzzled his face in my neck-“I can score those for you too.”

“You’re kidding.”

A man with endless connections.

I found that so incredibly sexy.

“This isn’t the only hotel I’ve opened on the Strip.” He pulled his face back, his lips now close to mine. “My job earns me perks all over the world.”

“You’re a lucky guy.”

He sighed. “I work hard for it. Trust me.”

“I don’t doubt it one bit.” I smiled. “Fair warning: Monica is going to die when she hears this. She’s obsessed with The Weeknd.” I turned around, facing her back, watching her in deep conversation with Max. “Hey, Mon,” I said, waiting for her to give me her attention. “Want to go for sushi tonight with the guys?”

She nodded. “Sounds yummy to me.”

“And how about going to The Weeknd concert after?”

Her eyes widened. “Shut up. You’re not serious. I tried to get us tickets, and they were just so ridiculously priced. I couldn’t swing it.”

I’d wanted so badly to buy them as her graduation gift, but Monica wouldn’t even let me think about it.

Now that she was getting to go anyway, I couldn’t be more excited.

“I have club-level seats,” Jenner said to her. “With backstage passes.” He nodded toward Max and added, “Max represents him.”

She shook her head. “I can’t even.” Waves lapped onto my chest as she hurried over to us. “I might propose to you right now,” she said to Jenner, giggling. “Is this real? Or am I dreaming? Because I don’t think I’ve emphasized enough that The Weeknd is my favorite artist of all time.”

“It’s happening,” I told her. “You just have to say yes.”

“Yesss!” she screamed over the music in the pool, and people nearby looked in our direction. “Hell yes!”

“What’s going on?” Lex asked, moving closer, Courtney joining her.

“We’re all going to The Weeknd concert tonight,” I replied.

“Whaaa?” Courtney said. “We are?”

“Oh, we are, girlfriend. We are,” Monica told her.

I placed my arm across Jenner’s shoulders, his eyes already on me. “You’ve made my friends really, really happy.”

“And you?” His stare was boring through me.

I chewed on my bottom lip. “I think you know the answer to that.”

Monica joined the other two girls, squeeing so loud that I couldn’t stop laughing at them. But my demeanor immediately changed when Jenner’s mouth pressed against my neck, rising to my ear.

His hands continued their sexy assault across my body as he growled, “You’re going to have an amazing time tonight.”

He was making a promise.

One I didn’t doubt.

And one that proved to be true because hours later, when I was standing at the edge of the VIP box, staring into The Weeknd’s face, I couldn’t drop the smile from my lips.

I couldn’t stop dancing.

I couldn’t shake the tingling bursting through my body.

The Weeknd was belting out one of his most popular songs that Monica played on repeat in our apartment. My best friend was living her best life, and so were Court and Lex. The guys were moving around the box, eating the catered food, pouring drinks. And Jenner was behind me. Our bodies had been pressed together all night, swaying in sync like we had at the club.

“You weren’t lying,” I whispered to him after several songs. I pressed my face against his shoulder, inhaling his cologne, memorizing it. A scent that was spicy and crisp and unforgettable. “This is amazing.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

We were close enough that I could see the sweat on The Weeknd’s forehead, where the energy in the arena was pulsing through me, where I could feel the beat as though I were standing on a speaker.

But the concert wasn’t what made this night so special.

That was Jenner.

And this was an evening I would certainly remember forever.

“I’m glad I could do this for you.”

I gave him a quick kiss before Monica grabbed my hand and lifted it into the air, twirling me in a circle. Jenner released his grip on me, and Monica hugged me against her.