The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

JENNER

I

stood at the front desk of the hotel and handed the clerk my credit card as I said, “Dalton and Spade. We should have two rooms reserved. You can use that card for both.”

He typed something into his computer and said, “Yes, I see you’re down for three nights.” He glanced up, looking at Jo and me. “I’ll use this card in case you incur any incidentals. Shall I make one key for each room or …”

“One key is fine,” Jo replied.

“Perfect.” He stuck the plastic key cards into a coder. “I have two king-size rooms on the eighth floor.” He placed the key cards into holders and handed one to Jo. “You’ll be in 809.” He then gave one to me and said, “And you’ll be in 812.”

Rooms right near each other.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

So I could think about her only a few doors down, lying naked in her bed.

All night long.

The thought made me want to fucking growl.

He pointed behind us and added, “Walk through the lobby, and the first set of elevators on your right will take you to your rooms.”

Jo thanked him, and we rolled our suitcases to the elevator.

The moment the door slid open, I held out my arm and said, “After you.”

As she moved ahead to the far wall, I got a hell of a view of her ass. Her skirt was skintight, hugging those fucking cheeks, and my cock ground against my pants as I craved to slip between them, rubbing my tip across that forbidden back hole.

When she turned, I made sure she didn’t catch me staring and stayed near the front, pressing the appropriate button. Once we arrived at our floor, I let her get out first.

Her room came before mine, and as I passed, veering to the other side of the hallway, she held the card near the reader.

“Will you let me know if you hear from the realtor?”

I glanced over my shoulder, and her back was pressed against the door, like I was holding her against it.

I took a fucking breath.

“Yes.”

“Is there anything else on the schedule for today?”

Several strands of long black hair were in her face, her lips glossy and parted, her eyes feral.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t even process.

I could only imagine, and the scene that was unfolding in my head involved her hands above her head and my mouth moving slowly down her body until I reached her cunt.

I swallowed, knowing I had to say something, and cleared my throat. “What are you asking, Jo?”

“I’m wondering if I should be doing something aside from going to my room …” She swiped her tongue across her lip.

If I stayed in this hallway any longer, she was going to end up in my arms.

Joanna Spade was far too fucking dangerous.

I waved the card in front of the reader and opened my door. “I’ll let you know if I hear from the realtor.” I pushed my suitcase inside. “If I don’t, you’re free until tomorrow morning.”

“That seems like an eternity.”

I didn’t want to go that long without seeing her.

Not after having her to myself all morning.

I’d gotten to smell her in the air and hold her voice close to my ears.

I’d gotten to look at her whenever I wanted.

“Enjoy it. Tomorrow is going to be much busier.”

I went into my room and closed the door.

But I didn’t move.

I stayed right where I was, thinking of her on the other side.

I needed to focus on work.

I needed to focus on the promise I’d made to myself the moment I found out who she was.

Walter Spade’s daughter.

Off-fucking-limits.

But, goddamn it, the only thing I wanted was her.

I left my suitcase and went over to the minibar, removing several bottles of whiskey, dumping them into a glass that I held to my lips.

The liquor burned as it went down.

I wanted it to.

I wanted it to extinguish the thoughts in my head, the desire pulsing through me, the throbbing in my cock. I refilled the glass and took off my jacket, hanging it across the back of the chair and loosening my tie. As I was unbuttoning my shirt, I caught sight of the large bed behind me.

The headboard.

And all I could think about was tying her fucking wrists to each side, her legs spread wide over the mattress.

Jesus Christ.

I tried shaking her from my head, concentrating on work. The full inbox of emails that needed replies. The parcels of land I needed to study, the permits I needed to research, the numbers I needed to analyze.

But I couldn’t focus on that.

I could only think of her.

And the raging hard-on in my pants.

I needed to come.

I glanced toward the door, my hands clenching as I looked at it, desperate to have her body in my grip.

And as I stared at the wood that separated us, I reached for my tie and pulled it off, and I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt. I untied my shoes and slipped off my pants and socks and walked into the bathroom.

As I reached the mirror’s reflection, my cock was almost bursting through my boxer briefs.

I’d only have to round the corner to the hallway, walk out the door, and go across the hall. I’d only have to tap my fingers on her door, and she’d open it.

I’d only have to cup her face in my hands, and something told me she’d be mine.

Her pussy would soon be squeezing my dick.

Her screams filling my ears.

“Walter …” I said out loud. “Walter Spade’s fucking daughter.”

I shook my head, slowly glancing at my eyes in the mirror.

“You can’t do this, Jenner. You fucking can’t.”

My boxer briefs fell to the floor, and I went into the shower, turning the water on as hot as it would go. Once I felt the change in temperature, I stepped under the spray. I squirted some soap onto my hand and wrapped my palm around my dick. My other hand pressed against the back wall. As the water pounded against my chest, images of Jo came into my head. Her body was so fresh in my mind-I didn’t have to search. She was there, always fucking there. And as my eyes wandered over the visions, I pumped harder.

Faster.

I twisted my wrist just like her mouth, as if it were sucking me right now. The soap slick and soft like her tongue.

Within a few strokes, I was there.

My hips reared forward.

My breath came out in hard, deep grunts.

“Fuck!”

My neck leaned back as I gripped the base, sliding my hand forward, milking the cum out of me. I hissed into the steam as each shot burst through my body. I didn’t let up until I was empty, my hand finally dropping, my head moving under the water.

Before I closed my eyes, I watched my cum swirl around the drain.

This would do.

But it wasn’t her.