Page 42 of The Billionaire Babe

“That blond security guy can grab me anytime he likes,” Simone murmurs as she looks around the room.

“What room is this?” Chelsea asks.

“I think it is AJ’s room,” I say, trying to swallow the thick feeling that is forming in my throat as I, too, look around. There is a bathroom to the side, but in this main room, there is a massage bed set up. I see skipping ropes, towels, and a change area as well as a small kitchenette, the counters covered in energy drinks, water, and ice. We stand in a small lounge with a fridge beside us and what looks to be a large medical bag filled with all sorts of things.

We all jolt as the door opens. The roar of the crowd gets louder as men pile in, and the four of us walk backward, out of the way. Then I see AJ. His eyes are on me the moment he steps inside. His face is murderous as Brady takes his gloves from his hands.

“Leave! Now!” he barks out to the room, and everyone looks at him before they look at me, then start to walk back out the door. As the men all move around him and out the door, he glances at my friends. “Brady, take the girls into the main lounge.” I nod to them that I am okay, and they follow Brady out the door.

It closes behind them, and the room is silent again. I look at this large, sweaty, rugged man in front of me, in nothing but his shiny red shorts and white tape on his hands, and I hold my breath, tamping down the butterflies that fly around my body every time I am in the same room as him. The very butterflies that have been absent from my body with every other man I have ever met. The ones that are multiplying every second he looks at me so intensely.

21

AJ

My body is sore, but the relief at winning this fight fuels me. I am so fucking happy. But when I spotted Little Miss Perfect, the woman who must do everything I tell her not to do, sitting in the crowd, my world moved on its axis. Now in my changing room, my eyes don’t leave hers. When I saw her in the stands tonight, I was in disbelief before frustration and overwhelming need took over. She shouldn’t be here. It is dangerous, and when I am in the ring, I can’t protect her. But looking at her now, my body is on edge, and I am ready for her.

“What are you doing here?” I bark. I might be livid to see her here, but I’m also more than pleased my eyes get to feast on her again so soon. This is the consistent feeling I get with her. Angry she puts herself in danger, happy that she comes to me, and frustrated because I want to fuck her. It is a wonder I won the fight because my mind is a fucking blur.

“I came to see you. To watch you,” she says, her hands landing on her hips, obviously ready for what I am about to say and to battle me on it. Her lips are bright red, and she is wearing sky-high black heels, fitted black jeans, a tight black top, and a leather jacket. She looks badass, and I want her.

“This isn’t a place for you,” I tell her, fisting my hands. What the hell was she thinking coming here?

“But you’re here?” She says it like a question, like she is confused as to why I can be here and she can’t. I swear this woman drives me fucking insane.

“The fights can be dangerous, sweetheart. This world is not for you.” I shake my head. She continues to surprise me as well as frustrate me.

“Why not?” she fires back, and I run my hand through my hair, my swollen knuckles catching a little.

“Because when I am in that ring, I can’t protect you if shit goes down. And believe me, shit always goes down in a place like this.” My fingers thump in pain. I need to get this tape off my hands, but I can’t focus on that right now when this sexy woman stands right in front of me. I haven’t yet decided if I want to yell at her or fuck her senseless. Maybe both.

“I just wanted to…” she starts to say, but I stalk toward her, cutting her off.

“Wanted to what, sweetheart?” I grit out. She is fucking too much, and I am about to implode.

“I just… I want you,” she admits seductively, and although she looks full of confidence, I see her hesitate a little as she bites her bottom lip. I push down the growls about to rumble from my chest.

“Are you sure you want me? Because we’re different, you and me. You don’t know what you are getting yourself into…” I look her over, eyeing her like prey, because I am about to fucking devour her right here, right now. My cock is heavy, my balls full. But I am giving her one last chance to walk away, because I know I can’t. Not now. I want her more than the air I breathe.

“No?” she asks in challenge, her chest rising and falling quickly, her lips glossy and fuckable. She steps into me, and I feel her fingers skirt around the skin at my waistband, teasingly so. “Then show me.” Looking up at me from under her lashes, she knows exactly what she is doing to me. Sassy Valerie is my favorite, and any hesitations I had fly directly out of my body.

“Get on your knees and put those fucking fantastic red lips on my cock.” This is not how I want to treat her, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she slapped me, but she needs to know that a man like me is never going to be the country club polo-wearing type. A girl like Valerie Van Cleef would never get on her knees for any man. Especially in a shithole stinking training room, where the floor is concrete, and I have my entire team standing on the other side of the door.

She doesn’t balk, doesn’t misstep, doesn’t even hesitate as her hands connect with my chest. I am covered in oil and sweat, and I wait for her to cringe, but she doesn’t. Instead, she traces my ridges with her perfectly manicured fingers, leaving flames of arousal across my chest that lead directly to my dick and make it throb. I growl as her hands run down my chest to the waistband of my fighting shorts, and she pushes them down at the same time she falls to her knees.

“Fuck,” is all I can say because it is now game on. I get a new visual of Valerie fucking Van Cleef on her knees in front of me, and my body stills. I’m in shock. I didn’t expect this. I want it, damn, I do, but I was expecting her to push me some more. This woman continually surprises me.

My dick is heavy and hard, and when her hand wraps around me, my length twitches in her firm hold.

“You’re big…” she murmurs, more to herself than to me. “Much bigger than I have ever seen.” She pumps me a little, her small palm no match for my rock-hard cock, and I see her swallow.

I lower my hand, placing my finger under her chin and lifting her head so her eyes look at me. “Rule number one, never talk about another man when we are naked.” I am a fucking jealous territorial type, and I don’t want her thinking about anyone else when we are together. My eyes don’t fall from her gaze. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Put me in your mouth, show me what you got.” I challenge her, knowing she will react, and I hold my breath as she leans forward and her pretty red lips take me in.

“Fuck…” I groan. I just went three rounds, my body is battered and bruised, and I should be in an ice bath about now, but I grip the wall at my side so I don’t topple as her warm, wet mouth takes me deep.

“Jesus, sweetheart.” She is taking her time, her movements slow, borderline unsure, but the minute she got on her knees, I didn’t care. And now as I watch her take me deeper and deeper, sucking on me, the lipstick she is wearing coating my cock like she is marking me as hers, smiling around my length, I know she is enjoying this as much as I am. If that is possible.

“You look so good on your knees for me, sweetheart. Yeah, like that. You look good with my cock sliding in and out of your pretty little mouth,” I grit out as her nails run up and down my upper thighs. My skin zings from the contact as I grind my teeth together, savoring the moment. I am going to come too soon. It has been months since I had a woman, and it has been almost a month since I met Valerie and started daydreaming about her in exactly this position.

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