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Chapter 2 - He's hotter than I thought

My trembling hands fumbled with the card key as I raced to unlock the hotel room door.

“Want help?” Arthur said, his voice low and full of innuendo. He leaned over my shoulder. His incredible smell – subtle expensive cologne and underneath that sexy, raw male power – made me speechless. I just shook my head and breathed deeply.

I could do this. I wanted this. I needed this.

I nervously opened the door to my apartment, heart racing as I led Arthur inside. I couldn't believe I brought him home with me! Yet from the moment I saw him, I felt pulled to him by some invisible cosmic force. Yes, his incredible good looks helped, but it was much more than that.

As soon as we got inside, we were all over each other, a frenzy of want. He pressed me up against the door. I had one second to admire his chiseled jawline and barely banked lust in his piercing gray-blue eyes.

Then he kissed me with the kind of hunger I’d always dreamed of but never thought I’d have.

I could feel the chemistry between us building, lightning slamming in a bottle, waiting to explode. He deepened the kiss, and he knew what he was doing. My heart raced. My body loosened, submitting.

I moaned, wanting more. He responded eagerly, one hand gripping my hip and the other hand caressing upward from my waist. We were puzzle pieces fitting together.

Arthur yanked off my shirt and unzipped my skirt, pushing it down. They pooled around my ankles on the hardwood floor.

His hot gaze traveled from hair to toes and back. Being exposed while he was dressed made me nervous. What if he didn't like what he saw?

But there was approval, acceptance, and blazing desire in his assessment.

My mouth twitched up in a smile.

I wanted to say something but Arthur stole all my words with a simple lick of his lips. The want in his gaze left me trembling with excitement and anticipation for what came next.

Arthur leaned forward, his hot breath against my skin driving me wild with desire. He murmured compliments as he peppered my skin with kisses. "You were so hot tonight." Kiss.

"Your voice was better than smoke, whiskey, chocolate, sin, and gold." Kiss.

His tongue gently stroked a path down my neck. Arthur bit my collarbones gently, and I jumped. He chuckled, the sound warm and dangerous.

"What? You don't like biting?"

"I didn't say that."

He kissed my hip until he reached his ultimate destination - between thighs.

Arthur teased at first. My plain white panties were soaked within seconds. He took his time until I was mewling with need.

Arthur carefully placed his fingers into the waistband of my underwear. "Can I take these off?" His voice was deep with promise.

It was a good thing I was leaning against the door or I would probably swoon. "Yes," I whispered while nodding.

Arthur slowly dragged my panties down. He kissed and bit my thighs. He found the sensitive spot behind my knees, of course he did.

As he worked his way up, I started begging. Shame raced up my body and reddened my cheeks. The alcohol was both catching up and wearing off.

"I want you so desperately," I whined. "Please."

That chuckle again. I knew this was only for one night, but I'd remember that chuckle forever.

He finally got to where I needed him most. Arthur knew what he was doing.

He explored every inch of sensitive terrain before taking things up another level by skillfully flicking circles around primed nerve endings over and over until I thought I would come apart right then and there.

My entire body zinged with pleasure.

I stood there, panting.

"That took the edge off," he said.

I just raised an eyebrow.

Arthur carried me to the bedroom. "I think ten is a perfect number of orgasms for you. One down, ten to go."

"What? No!" I panicked and squirmed.

Arthur dropped me down on the mattress. "Alright, just nine then," he said with a cockiness that shouldn't have been so attractive. "You can handle it."

He took off his clothes fast and revealed a perfect, hard body that probably earned him plenty as a stripper. I had thought it was weird that he was wearing a suit, but now I understood the appeal.

He was 100% CEO fantasy.

It must have shown on my face because he smiled.

Serious Arthur was hot. Smiling Arthur was devastating.

He was hard all over. I stared at one particular hardness straining toward me.

Arthur put a condom on with one smooth motion. He moved his body over mine. He paused and just stared at me.

There was that connection again. In his expression, in my caught breath, zinging in the air.

Arthur's forearms were on the bed on either side of me. I felt trapped and protected at the same time.

This was no ordinary stripper.

"You're more a magician than anything else," I whispered.

He pushed into me, slowly at first, letting me adjust to his huge size. Time stood still and so did he.

He hit that perfect spot of pressure. I felt every inch enter my slick depths.

Arthur snapped into action, every stroke pushing me toward the headboard and ecstasy.

I arched my back as the pleasure was perfect— almost too much.

"You'll come first," he gritted out between barred teeth. "You'll come again...and again...when I say so."

My God, that's so hot.

"We're going to fuck all night." His tone was low, dangerous.

Arthur and I moved together as if we had been made for each other — taking turns leading and following.

His hands expertly roamed over my neck, my breasts, everywhere.

"We have all the time in the world," he said.

He's nothing like Bob, who never cared if I got off. This guy was a thousand times better than Bob.

This was more red-hot passion in a few hours than I'd ever had with Bob in all the time I'd known him.

"I want to make this night special,” Arthur said, still hard inside me. “I want to make it last."

I laughed. It was pure joy releasing after so much pain. Arthur joined in; I think he felt the same.

"I want to fuck you over and over until you scream my name," he said.

And he did.

He stroked even harder until I exploded, squeezing around him.

I screamed his name, many, many times.

I woke up to find Arthur lying next to me, sound asleep. His back was facing me, and I couldn't help but notice the old scars that marred his skin. My heart ached at the thought of what he must have gone through.

I took out all the cash I had, placing it gently on the pillow beside him. I couldn't really afford it, but maybe it would help him.

I scribbled a nice note and left it beside the money. I kissed his temple gently, not wanting to wake him.

Our sex together had been so great, I knew I'd have trouble concentrating, but I needed the job to pay for my apartment and Noah's bills. There was no way I could quit, even if going to work was humiliating.

ARTHUR

I woke up after the best sleep I had in years. The spot next to me was cold. I rolled over and found money on my pillow.

“What the hell?”

I snatched the bills. I couldn’t believe it. Doris actually left me money.

I thought she was joking. She must really have thought I was a stripper.

I stuffed the cash into my wallet, which only had black cards.

I dressed quickly and took out my phone.

“Asher,” I said to my assistant. “Bring me my AirBus H225 and a change of clothes.” I texted him the address.

The helicopter blades sliced through the air as it landed on the hotel roof. My team of bodyguards and employees greeted me with respect.

“Your first meeting is with the CEO of the electronics company you’re acquiring,” Asher said. “It should only take about a half hour.

I felt a surge of satisfaction. I was known as “the investment genius”, “the youngest billionaire”, “the recluse worth millions a minute”. Even though I kept my image out of the media, I’d made a name for myself.

Not that Doris knew any of that. She paid me. My mouth twitched up in a smile. I would find a way to pay her back.

I glimpsed at my limited-edition Patek Philippe. I felt unstoppable.

I’d just had the best sex of my life. Of course, I felt great. I went through meeting after meeting, killing it, while dreaming of Doris’ sweet submission and walking on clouds.

Then my mother called, interrupting my thoughts by prattling on about her new boyfriend, Bob.

“Did you hear me, Arthur?” Mom screeched. “I want you to meet him.”

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