Page 3 of Kinks of a Billionaire
Anya was in a panic, Sailor was distraught, and I convinced Willow it was best to give them some space because we weren’t helping either one of them by hovering around. Byron handled the hospital like a champ and eventually managed to convince Aurora to do the same. We’d all agreed to meet back at the hospital once the baby was born.
Willow and I walked through the door of my penthouse when the clock struck midnight, the adrenaline from the night making it impossible to settle down, let alone sleep. Heat poured through my blood having Willow in my penthouse. We’d crossed paths many times over the years, but it was never in my private home. An unfamiliar soft flame flickered in my chest, but I smothered it down. This was my baby sister’s best friend. Off-limits. She belonged firmly in the friend zone because I liked her—a lot—and she’d be around for many years to come.
So, after a shower, we popped in a movie and she sipped on beer, trying to relax. I knew her mind was on Anya, but I tried my best to distract her. In a friendly kind of way.
By the time three o’clock rolled around, she'd had one too many beers.
Willow looked up at me with a lopsided grin. “I should probably go. Aurora’s probably back by now.”
“She’s with Byron. Anya and Sailor are still at the hospital. Stay the night,” I suggested. She wasn’t yet twenty-one, so I couldn’t risk her getting caught publicly intoxicated—especially underage. Besides, it was my fault. I put on the first movieandthe second one, and with two bowls of popcorn as our only sustenance, I allowed her buzz to grow into a full-on hammered state. “Besides, you’ll need someone to drive you once visiting hours come around.”
“Thank you again for tonight.” Willow hiccupped. “I hadn’t thought the night would end so well. Anya’s about to have a baby. I’m single.”
She scooted closer to me, and the delicate scent of citrus mixed with a vague earthy undertone seeped into my lungs. For some reason, my mind drifted to the serene image of a rolling green hill, a single willow tree dancing in the breeze. I internally shook my head. She was too young, barely of age. Totally not my type.
Yet, my dick jumped in excitement at the mere thought of driving inside her.
Shit, bad idea. A fuckingbadidea, Royce.
The second movie finished and we lingered on the couch, watching as the credits rolled up the screen. From my periphery, I could sense Willow fidgeting, looking like she was about to burst.
“You okay?” I finally asked her, turning my body slightly to face her. Even in the dim light, I could see her cheeks turning redder than I’d ever seen them. “Willow, you’re acting weird.”
She hiccupped again. “I’m drunk.”
“I know. But that’s no reason?—”
Before I could finish the sentence, she grabbed the cotton of my shirt, leaned in, and pressed her lips on mine. They were warm and soft, the alcohol on her breath mixing with my own. She moved her mouth against my closed one, darting her tongue out to lick my bottom lip. It was unpracticed and awkward at best, but it sent fire into my veins.
I sat up and tightened my grip on her as I thrust my tongue inside, tasting the sweet sin that was so uniquely her. She kissed me back, writhing against me, her perky tits pressing against my chest.
Our breathing turned frenzied, and her hand came to rest on my groin. I jerked, and the lustful fog cleared. I pulled her backby a fistful of her dark hair, her sparkling eyes a myriad of blue, gray, and green.
“Why did you stop?” she blurted out, her gaze fixed on mine.
“You’re drunk.” She must have blinked fifty times, trying to process the meaning behind my words.
“Aren’t you attracted to me?” She leaned closer, her lips skimming my neck. Fuck, the girl was easily addictive. But too damn young for me. “I know you only do no-strings-attached sex. I’m okay with it.”
This time she stunned my ass into silence. Of course I was attracted to her, but no-strings sex with her would be a slippery slope.
“We spend too much time together to just have casual sex,” I reasoned. Willow, Sailor, and my sister were inseparable. They lived together. They partied together. Hell, they didn’t even keep secrets amongst each other.Fuck.“We’re friends.”
I could see Willow’s expression fall. I almost wished I was hammered too. It would make the awkwardness of this conversation easier to bear.
“We can sleep together and stay friends.” Her voice was barely a whisper, her cheeks turning crimson. Her eyes were glazed and wanton. It’d be so damn easy to give in, consequences be damned.
“You’re too good for this,” I grunted. “Too good for me.”
She shook her head. “I’m not asking you to marry me. Or write sonnets. It’s just sex, Royce.”
The earth started to spin faster, temptation staring back at me, wide-eyed with swollen lips. I was pretty good at handling alcohol, but this was new. I’d never reacted like this to anyone suggesting a casual fuck.
“I don’t want things to be weird between us when it doesn’t work out. Like I said, you’re too good for a one-night stand.”
Her shoulders slumped further.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She exhaled, then licked her lips. “I just wanted…hopedyou’d take my virginity. Since you’re so experienced.”
