Page 24 of Stuck with a Billionaire Rockstar

I give her a lopsided grin and nod. “Whatever you want, Buttercup.”

It doesn’t take long for her to gather everything she needs, then we slowly make our way out of the room with Julia double checking each end of the hallway for Mallory. When she confirms the coast is clear, she threads her fingers through mine and rushes down the hall toward the elevators. The ride to my floor is filled with silence, and Julia checks her phone every two seconds with a frown on her face.

She’s looking down at the screen when the elevator doors open, and I have to nudge her shoulder softly to get her attention. “We’re here.”

“Oh, right,” she mutters, shoving her phone into her back pocket. “Sorry.”

When we push through the door, I grab her small bag from her hands and toss it into a corner before leading her through the suite until we reach my bedroom. The adjoining bathroom is brightly lit, and I leave her standing in the middle of the bedroom while I head inside to run her a bath. Surprisingly, after searching each cabinet, I finally find a small bottle of bubble bath that I dump into the steaming water.

Julia is sitting on the edge of the bed when I go back into the bedroom and she looks up at me in confusion. “What’s going on?”

I hold a hand out with a small smile on my face, urging her to take it, and she places her palm in mine hesitantly. “Just trust me, Buttercup.” She nods slowly, then allows me to lead her into the bathroom, and I wave my free hand out at the bathtub. “I want you to relax, let everything loose that’s bothering you tonight.”

Her mouth parts in shock, and she glances at me briefly. “You didn’t have to do this, Brent.”

“I know,” I say, my cheeks heating in response. “You deserve it.” We stand awkwardly together for a moment, and I run a hand down the back of my neck with a chuckle. “I’ll, uh, let you relax. I’m going to be in the bedroom waiting for you, okay?”

I’m about to head out, but she wraps her fingers around my wrist and pulls me to a stop. “Wait,” she says softly. “Maybe you could stay here, uh, with me?”

“Is that what you want, Julia?”

She takes a deep breath, her eyes falling shut for a moment, and then she opens them back up with a determined look in her eyes. “I want the next part of my lesson, Brent.” I watch as she inches her fingers from my wrist, up the length of my arm, then down my chest until she reaches the end of my shirt.

“And what part would that be, Julia?”

“Undress me,” she whispers while pulling the shirt over my head.

As much as I probably should, instead of walking away I bring my fingers to the end of her shirt and lift it up slowly. Her breath hitches when my knuckles make contact against her skin, making a trail over the softness as I lift the shirt over her head and toss it onto the floor beside us. I kneel down on the ground and lean forward to press a tender kiss against her stomach, then continue by making my way downward.

I bring my hands to her thighs, squeezing them gently before slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of her pants and slowly pulling them down. She takes small steps out, then kicks the discarded fabric across the floor, and I eye the silky flesh in front of me. Her arousal hangs heavy in the air, and I groan, inhaling the scent deeply, before pressing my lips into the apex of her thigh.

She trembles, her hands coming to the top of my head to grip my hair softly, and I hum in agreement. The water is still running in the background, but all I can seem to focus on is the ragged breaths slipping from her mouth. Steam is building up with each minute that passes, mixing with the tension that hangs between the two of us, and it’s intoxicating.

I slide my tongue along her inner thigh, a hiss echoing through the room as I slowly trace it against her pussy, and I move forward until she’s stuck against the bathroom sink. Her legs come up over my shoulders instinctively, tightening around my neck and holding me in place, and the only thing I can think is that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now. With my tongue still working over her clit, I look up to find that her head is hanging back, and she’s arching herself into my face.

There’s no sight quite like this.

Before the moment can get any further, I pull away from her and rise while tugging my pants down. My cock bobs out in front of her, and she immediately wraps her delicate fingers around the length, squeezing it just enough for me to let out a string of curses. I’ve been desperately waiting for her, eager to show her more, and now that the moment is here, I can’t get my brain to function correctly.

This wasn’t supposed to happen right now. I wanted to treat her and show that I can care even if most people may not think so, and instead, it’s turned into this.

Can I really complain about it, though?

“Let’s get in the tub,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

Julia smirks and shakes her head. “I’d rather do something else, Brent.”

“You’re driving me crazy, Buttercup.”

She lets go of my cock, walks confidently over to the bathtub, more confident than I’ve ever seen her before, and shuts the water off before unplugging the drain. The sound of the water getting sucked down echoes into the room with us, but she doesn’t give me any time to focus on that before pulling me back toward the bedroom. I expect her to get on the bed and lie down, but she surprises me by pushing me down and onto my back.

The way her blonde hair hangs over her shoulders, and the green of her eyes darkens, I’m lost in everything. She crawls up on the bed, her skin flushed, and swings her legs over my legs to straddle me. “I, um, need help.” When I don’t respond, too lost in the soft tone of her voice, she looks away in embarrassment and says, “I’ve never done it like this before.”

I take a deep breath and smile, brushing a strand of her hair back behind her. “Do what feels good to you, Julia.”

“What about you, though?”

“Trust me, baby, anything you do will feel great for me,” I whisper.

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