Without Warning: A Billionaire Romance (Playboys of New York Book 5), JA Low [book suggestions .TXT] 📗

“More,” I tell him as my fingers tangle into his dark hair. “Please, more,” I beg. I never beg because most men have no idea what they are doing. Most of the time it’s good, but not like this, not like my bones are slowly turning to liquid as I melt over the table.

Rhys chuckles at my request, the vibration of it shoots up my spine. He continues to assault me with his mouth. I’m damn nearly yanking the hair out of his head as I keep him exactly where I want him to be. Not like he needs any directions or encouragement, but I need something to keep me anchored before I take flight. I don’t think it’s going to take him long to make me…

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

He pushes me over the edge into perfect oblivion.

But then, before I can even catch a breath, he’s inside of me. I’m so full. His strong fingers grip my hips as he thrusts, and he feels so good. The next thing I know, he’s pulled off my blindfold, which takes me a couple of moments to become readjusted to the light. His large body looms over me. His handsome face is set in concentration while he continues to fuck me. I take in his body, and wow. He is way more cut than his pictures suggest—this man really looks after himself.

“You feel so fucking good.” He grunts, smirking down at me as my tits bounce uncontrollably with each thrust.

I bite my lip as I’m unable to say anything to his compliment and just enjoy the ride. He lifts my hips a little, and that angle change makes me start to see stars. Oh my goodness.

His hand reaches between us, and his finger furiously begins to play my sensitive clit over and over again. What is this magic? I close my eyes and loose myself in the crazy sensations this man is able to pull from me. Higher and higher he takes me until I can’t anymore and crash over the edge the same time he does on a deep, guttural groan. He continues to fuck me through both of our orgasms until every last bit has been extracted from us both.

We’re breathing heavily in silence as we catch our breaths.

He looks down at me and grins. “Fuck, that was good.”

I nod my head limply, unable to speak. He holds out his hand to help me up into a sitting position while still nestled inside of me. His hand cups my cheek as his thumb runs along my heated skin. “You are so beautiful.” He looks at me in awe, which is something I have never felt. I’ve never been appreciated like that before.

“I need to get cleaned up after that.” He slaps my ass while giving me a wink, then he slowly pulls himself out of me and disposes of the condom, turning on his heel, and he heads off down the corridor.

Does he want me to follow him?

Does he want me to stay?

This is always the awkward bit after the lust and hormones have subsided. The shower turns on in the distance. I grab my underwear and my dress that I covered myself with to get here.

Should I leave?

Should I check in on him?

Screw it! I’ll just check to let him know I’m leaving, and if he asks me to stay, then great, but if he doesn’t, then it was just a bit of fun. I grab my shoes in my hand and pad down the corridor where he disappeared. I pop my head into the bathroom and see his outline behind all the steam.

“Hey, Rhys. Um… I’m going to get going now.”

The shower turns off, he steps out in all his naked glory, and I get to take him all in. Wow! He is truly magnificent. I would have assumed a man like this would be a catfish, never dreaming he would be real.

“Hang on.” He hastily grabs his towel and wraps it around his hips, then he rushes out of the bathroom and back into the living room.

I follow after him.

Weird.

He then turns around and hands me a wad of cash. “Look, I don’t normally do this type of thing. So, I’m not sure how it all works.” He shrugs. “I don’t know if my friend has already tipped you or not.”

I stare at him blankly.

What the ever-loving fuck! He thinks I’m a damn prostitute?

Bile rises from my stomach. Never in my life have I been so fucking humiliated.

“You fucking pig.” Turning on my heel, I grab my purse. I try and keep the humiliation tears at bay as I hold my head up high. “No wonder you’re single, treating women like that.” He looks at me genuinely confused. “I don’t need your fucking money.” Pushing past him, I head toward the elevator.

“Wait. Hey…” He rushes after me, grabbing my arm and turning me around to face him.

“Don’t you fucking touch me.” Ripping my arm out of his reach, I blink a few times, the rage building inside me.

“I’m sorry… I’ve offended you somehow.” He looks genuinely confused.

“I’m not a fucking prostitute, you dick.”

His eyes widen. “Then who the hell are you?” His face looks a little pale.

What does he mean? Who am I?

God, this man is a piece of work.

“Is this your M.O.? Talking to women online, inviting them to your penthouse, fucking them, then humiliating them. Is this some kind of sick fucking kink?” I scream at him.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about?” He shakes his head.

He’s good at playing the fucking victim.

“Stay away from me, you piece of shit.” As I step into the elevator, I watch as the doors close in his face. I crumble as embarrassment hits me square in the chest. The tears I had been trying to keep at bay fall easily now. The doors open in the lobby, and I rush out of there as quickly as I can.

The bellman tries to run after me, but I