Page 12 of The Rich One

Rolling his balls in one hand and digging my nails into his ass with the other, I let him slam in and out of my mouth, making sure to look him straight in the eyes as he takes exactly what he needs. What he’s paid for. Tyler’s grunts speed up, his groans in perfect rhythm with each plunge of his cock inside my eagerly awaiting mouth.

“Fuck!”

One… two… three sharp thrusts, and he stills as warm streams of salty cum shoot down the back of my throat. I continue to suck his cock like a popsicle, concentrating on the tip until every last drop is gone.

Grabbing both sides of my head, he pulls me up to his face and kisses me so intensely I almost forget where I am. It’s disconcerting, the filthy tenderness of his lips on mine, but my mask is firmly on and my emotions completely off.

“I wish I could repay the favor, Rose.” He rests his forehead against mine. “But I only came back to make sure you had everything you needed before tonight.” Pulling his head away again, his hands still on the sides of my face, he looks at me, really looks at me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“You know you could’ve sent me a text or called?” I let a smile play on my lips, not allowing him to see how much his behavior is unnerving me.

“Yeah, I know.” He runs his hands through his short dark hair, resting them at the back of his neck and looking to the ceiling. “I also just wanted to see you.”

This is new. He’s never done this before. I don’t know what’s changed on this trip, but does he…?

No.

He can’t.

I’m reading too much into this. The text message is still fucking with me and my Rose mask has slid off one too many times this weekend.

“Well, now you’ve seen me, you should get back to your meetings and allow me to get ready for tonight.” Flashing him my best seductive smile, I steel my spine for my next words. “Time to show your bitchy ex-wife that she made a huge…” I pause to eye his crotch for emphasis. “Mistake.”

His own smile falters slightly before transforming back into Tyler—the business man—again. He’s letting his own façade slip far too much this weekend as well.

“Right, yes. Exactly that. I’ll leave you to do whatever you need to do. Oh, and Rose?” He’s already started to walk back toward the door, leaving me naked in the middle of the room.

“Yes?”

“The dress is in the closet, and there’s a necklace in the top drawer of my bedside table I’d like you to wear.”

He’s out the door before I can even respond. Probably for the best. That whole conversation was fueled by something we’ve never had between us in the past. I need to remind myself that I’m Rose this weekend.Rose. Not River. River can’t give Tyler what he needs or wants. Well, neither can Rose, but at least Rose is good for a temporary fix.

Which is all this is.

A temporary fix.

* * *

Okay, so I’ve changed my mind. Room service might be my new favorite thing. I indulged in a few items from the lunch menu before spending a good couple of hours in the deep bath full of steaming water and jasmine scented bubbles. One good thing about wearing a wig; I don’t have to worry about styling my hair after the bath.

The dress Tyler chose for me is nothing less than exquisite. It’s a beautiful teal-green, floor-length, mermaid-style gown. Ruching at the front makes my chest look awesome, and the back comes so low it just skims my ass crack. The thin straps are the only thing holding it in place. It’s times like this, I’m thankful for my shapely hips. There’s no denying I fill this dress out beautifully. The silk feels like satin waterfalls against my skin, and I can’t help admiring the slight shimmer as I catch my reflection in the floor-length mirror.

Making sure my wig is in place—styled half up-half down, with a few loose curls around my face—I head for the drawer, curious about the necklace. For a guy, Tyler has great taste in jewelry.

“Holy shit!” This thing clearly looks like a copy of the necklace from Titanic, and I can’t help quoting the first thing that comes to mind upon seeing it. “But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end.”

“Well, baby, I went down and got it for ya.” Tyler’s voice makes me jump, and I squeak when the box almost falls from my grip.

“Did you just quote a Britney Spears video?” I don’t know what shocks me the most, the sheer size of the necklace, or the fact that he can quote a cheesy line from a pop diva’s music video.

A sheepish, almost boyish, look crosses his handsome face. “It was my sister’s favorite song.”

Something inside me melts the tiniest bit, but just as I’m about to ask for more information, he transforms back into his signature broody billionaire persona. That window is now firmly closed, leaving me more than a little curious.

“Are you ready?” It’s now that I actually see him properly, taking in what he’s wearing, and oh holy mother of all fucks.

Wow.

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