Page 19 of The Billionaire Genius

“You, Luna.” I growl in her ear as her hands slide up my legs again. This time slipping between us and rubbing over the bulge in my pants. “I want to do you, right here. If we were not in public, I’d like you on the bar counter and have every inch of you on display for myself. I don’t share, so we need to leave. Now.” I bite the soft skin of her neck, and she moans audibly. Fuck this. We need to find a place to be alone.

I have an idea, and I get off the bar stool, steadying myself on my feet before I lead her back into the lobby. The second-floor gentlemen’s club. It will be empty at this time of night, and I am a member. I can get in there.

“Come,” I say as she giggles, trying to keep up with me. I use my fingerprint to open the frosted sliding glass doors, and it’s dead quiet inside.

Luna looks around and asks, “What are we doing in here? I’m a girl.” She’s not a girl. She is all woman. I pull her, so she spins, crashing into me. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, I look down into them and kiss her.

“You are not a girl, Luna. You are a woman, a gorgeous, tempting, sexy as fuck woman. I’ll show you—” I make sure she can feel exactly what she is doing to me, how her pink dress and pouty lips have made my dick stand to attention. “Come.” I lift her up and carry her down the hallway, past the saunas, and to the massage rooms. I kick the door closed behind us. This is as close to privacy as we will get without checking in, and I am not a one-night-in-a-hotel guy. Besides, I don’t like this hotel. If we were checking in, it would be somewhere a lot nicer. Even drunk as I am, I know that.

“Spencer.” Luna’s voice is sultry when I stalk across the room towards her. “We will get caught.”

“I guess you better not make a noise then,” I say, and she smiles at me. “I don’t want to get banned from the gentlemen’s club for bringing a woman in here,” I say, pulling the thin strap of pink fabric off her shoulder and then the other. The soft silk slithers away from her skin, exposing her nipples that have teased me from beneath that fabric all night. I cup her perfect breast in my hand as we stand there, both of us breathing heavily, trying not to make a sound.

The soft warmth of her skin against my arm and the way her nipples pucker and harden at only the slightest friction, makes me want more of her. “Why are you so fucking beautiful, Luna?” I ask, pinching the small hard bud between my fingers, making her gasp for air. “You are this sinful temptation that I all of a sudden can’t ignore. Now that I have seen you, like this, I can’t get you out of my head.” Soft moans and hitched breath fill the air. Her eyes dilate when she licks her lips but says nothing—fuck me. I pull the fabric of her dress down more so it skims just above her panty line. “You really don’t have anything on under here.” I smirk, realizing she wasn’t teasing or playing games. She’s naked under her silk wrapper.

“It’s more fun when you don’t wear any undies,” she says, her fingers already unbuckling my belt. I don’t stop her. There’s no point in trying to stop this, I have to get it out my system, or I will forever think about what-if. “Are you wearing any?” she sasses, slinging her hand into my pants. I am not, thank God, because it would have been even more torturous having a hard cock suffocated in briefs. “Hmmm.” The sound she makes when her fingertips meet the tip of my cock is enough to send me into a frenzy.

“Luna, you need to take off that dress because I will ruin it if I do,” I say to her. Luna shimmies the dress over her hips and onto the floor, while I take off my jacket and bowtie, tossing them aside. In the soft light of the massage room, I can see Luna, all of her, and it’s a sight. “Fuck me,” I say without thinking, and Luna uses her arm to lift herself onto the massage bed.

“I hope that’s what’s about to happen.” She has a wicked grin. I want to kiss it right off. I lose my mind when she looks up at me with thick lashes and big wide eyes. There are a thousand reasons not to, but none of them come to mind when I look at her naked body.

For one second, I hesitate. I could stop and walk out—but I might never have this chance again. I may never have enough whiskey to have sex with Luna again. “Stop thinking so hard, Spencer. It’s sex…you know how that works, right?”

“I know how it works, Luna.” I growl, grabbing her, pulling her to the edge where she wraps her legs around me, holding me there. “This is a terrible idea,” I say, wanting her to stop this because I know I will not.

“Terrible ideas are often the most fun. Are you afraid, Spencer?” Little devil is what she is, always teasing and pushing. “I’m not going to say no or stop you. So could you just not think and please for the love of God, fuck me already.” How does she read my mind like that? Even before this, she knows what I think without me saying a word.

I shove off my pants. They get stuck around my ankles, and I almost fall over. It’s all I can do to get naked quickly. Luna is unbuttoning my shirt, and I topple over, pushing her down onto the bed. She giggles and leans upwards to kiss me. When her nails graze down the bare skin of my chest, my cock twitches, and I swear I could come just by looking at her.

She feels like sunshine, warm and happy—the opposite of me. I crave more, my whole-body hums with energy, and when I kiss her this time, I forget anything else exists. Luna holds onto me, my cock resting against her already wet pussy.

Teasing her as much as it does me, she moans and bucks trying hard to get more. Luna wants me as desperately as I want her in the heat of that moment. “Please, Spencer.” She pants beneath me. Her perfect hair is a tousled mess, and her pink lipstick all but gone from our kisses. Luna is perfect chaos.

“Luna.” I growl between biting and kissing her gorgeous breasts. “You need to get on the bed properly.” The position we are in now isn’t exactly going to work mechanically. She wiggles up the bed. It's not graceful or sexy. It’s just hurried and clumsy. Both of us are intoxicated, both by lust and booze. I crawl onto the tall, narrow massage bed, hovering over her. It’s not the most ideal situation, but I couldn’t care less. She snakes her legs around me, using her feet to pull me towards her. My cock sinks into her tight wet pussy in one movement. Both of us cry out. The sensation is almost too much to handle—breathe—I have to stay still a minute to keep my head straight.

Luna isn’t having it, though. She tilts her hips underneath me and moves against me. “Spencer, don’t stop.” She hisses out when I stay still. The sound and the way her body fits mine like a glove drives me insane. I thrust into her, nails clawing at my back, her heels digging into my ass. She is not quiet—not at all. The sound of Luna as she takes all of me, over and over, is an aphrodisiac all on its own.

There are clumsy, messy wet kisses and grunting sounds—her crying my name and the way she sweetly begs me not to stop when she is about to come…fuck…my…fucking…life. Drunk sloppy sex with Luna is better than any sex I have ever had. She moves and teases and moans. Her body shudders, and when she comes, she bites the skin on my collarbone to muffle her cries.

“Spencer,” it’s a breath, and she comes again. I am too drunk, and too deep in her to hold back any longer. I push into Luna, her pussy tightens around me as another wave of her orgasm pulses through her, and I come. I empty myself inside her without thought—I claim her for myself. I want Luna on a primal level. To keep her, have her—fuck her, and most of all, to never let her go.

I collapse down onto her small body, and we both struggle to catch our breath.

“Wow,” she whispers. “That is not what I expected.” I am not sure if I should be insulted or proud. I can’t move, the sex, the drink—Luna. All of it has sucked the nervous energy I used to get me here out of my body, but I am afraid I might be squashing her. I am much bigger than she is.

I push up onto my elbows, and she lets go of the vice grip she had on me. Luna’s body relaxes beneath me, softening. “I didn’t expect it to feel like that either.” I admit to her because it’s true. We both move at the same time, which on the tall impractical bed leads to a balance situation. My back hits the floor with a dull thud. “Fuck.” I blurt out winded as Luna lands on top of me in fits of laughter.

“That’s a zero for the dismount.” She rolls onto the floor beside me, still laughing, I never want to stop hearing that laugh. It used to irritate me how happy she is. Now I don’t want her to change.

“I am crazy about you, Luna,” I say, staring at the ceiling, afraid to look at her in fear she will reject me, and this is just some one-night-drunk thing that she wants to forget about tomorrow. Tomorrow. Fuck. We work together. She lives in my house.

“Stop thinking about it, Spencer. Just be crazy about me tonight.” She rolls towards me and kisses me again. Our naked bodies, hot against one another, my cock already hardening again just from the slightest touch from her. “You are sexy when you are having fun. I like it.” She sighs, her forehead rests on mine as she looks into my eyes.

“I think we should get out of here before we get caught,” I say, thinking this might look really bad if anyone does happen to find us. “Can we finish what we just started somewhere more private?” I ask her.

“The risk of getting caught is half the fun.” Luna is all about fun, and I envy that. “But yes, we can carry on somewhere we won’t fall out the bed.” I help her get up off the floor, and she puts her dress back on. Immediately, I want to take it off again. She is so stunning but always hides it.

I pull my suit back on, shoving the tie in my pocket and leaving my collar open. I can’t be bothered to try to hide what we have been doing. “I think I might have to marry you now,” I say while her back is turned to me, in a drunk, mad, unfiltered minute of truth. I tasted Luna and don’t want to let her get away.

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