Page 33 of Dr. Billionaire
“Fair point…” Mark said thoughtfully. “Well, I said those things mainly to turn you on and maybe partially to tease you a little. But I think you know by now that you’re much more to me than just a concubine.”
“I don’t want to be a kept woman. My mom was that way, she just stayed home and did nothing. Her whole life was my dad. And he was never good to her and finally he just left her.”
Jenna felt her eyes cloud with unshed tears, and Mark reached across the table to take her hand.
“I’m sorry about your mom, Jenna. I promise that’s not what I want for you. I want to take care of you, yes, and you don’t need to work. But if you want to work, I’m perfectly happy for you to do that. In fact, I’ve already talked to the Director of Nursing at one of the hospitals I sell to, and she’s going to send me a list of reputable nursing schools. I can help you get your applications in order. You’d be a shoe-in.” Mark squeezed her hand and winked at her.
Nursing school? Where did he get that idea from?
Jenna’s stomach sank as she suddenly remembered. Back on their first date, she had told him she was thinking of becoming a nurse to hide the fact that she had zero life plans. He was being so sweet about it that all her anger seemed to dissipate.
Now she just felt bad.
One of the movers appeared at the entrance to the kitchen. “All the boxes are unloaded, boss.”
“Great, thank you,” Mark nodded to the man, and he and his colleague disappeared into the elevator.
Jenna wondered what they ended up doing with her furniture, though it didn’t really matter. All she had was a second-hand couch, a bed from IKEA, and a few smaller items. They probably weren’t even worth donating.
“That’s really nice of you to look into that for me,” she told Mark once the men had left. “I’m actually not sure I want to do nursing, though.”
Mark looked confused, and Jenna found herself blushing again as she continued, “I just kind of threw that out there when we first met because…”
“Because you wanted to impress me,” he finished for her.
“Yeah… pretty much.” Jenna admitted sheepishly.
“I should redden your bottom for lying to me, but I’m proud of you for telling me how you feel,” he told her. Sliding his chair back from the table, he patted his knee, and Jenna sprung up from her seat and climbed into his lap. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
“You don’t have to be a nurse, and you don’t have to be my concubine. There are things in between. And I’ll help you discover which of those things interests you the most. Okay?”
Jenna nodded, then turned to look at him over her shoulder with a sassy grin. “I mean… maybe I could be your concubinesomeof the time.”
“Oh, you will be, sassy girl. That part isn’t up for discussion.”
Mark stood up, lifting Jenna with him and carrying her to the kitchen island. Setting her on the counter, he leaned in and kissed her hard, his hands fumbling with the button on her jeans until they came undone.
Jenna wound her arms around his neck and lifted herself up to help him slide her jeans and panties over her hips and down her legs as she kissed him back just as hard, suddenly hungrier for him than she was for breakfast.
As soon as she was bare from the waist down, Mark yanked her shirt off over her head and unhooked her bra, pulling the fabric away so her breasts bounced free. Breaking the kiss, Mark moved his lips down to her nipples, taking each of the hard buds into his mouth and sucking it until it stood at attention before he trailed kisses down her belly to the top of her mound.
Forcing her legs apart with his hands, he began to lick all over her pussy, her inner lips, and her clit, even darting his tongue into her bottom hole a few times.
There was no slow teasing this time. He was simply devouring her.
Jenna’s breathing came in pants as she wove her fingers into his hair. She arched her back, gyrating herself against his tongue until she exploded over the edge, screaming as she came hard.
Mark placed a gentle kiss directly on her clit, then kissed back up her tummy, up her neck, and all the way back to her mouth. She could taste her own arousal as he claimed her mouth deeply once more, and she moaned like the slutty concubine he had made her.
Pulling away, Mark lifted her in his arms again and deposited her, still naked, back into her chair at the kitchen table.
“Finish your breakfast,” he instructed her.
Jenna grinned as she dug into her plate. Cold eggs had never tasted so good.
“So you two met in medical school?” Jenna sat cross legged on the counter, applying the final touches to her makeup while Mark shaved at the sink next to her.
“Yeah. Scott was always top of our class, he’s smarter than me. Just don’t ever tell him I said that. He’s already got a big head.”
