One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 21

I follow Braxton into a beautiful bedroom and can hardly believe my eyes at how lovely everything is. Rows of candles burn along the dark furniture and the windowsill. I see they are not real, though they look it, so there is no fear of fire. The bed itself is a large four-poster with a beautiful red comforter that matches the red and black curtains and other fabrics in the room, except for the cream colored carpet.

I can’t help but cover my mouth as I walk in, thinking this room is larger than the main part of my apartment. It is so warm and inviting. I could stay here forever.

"All of your new items have been put away," Braxton said, gesturing at a closet and the drawers. He opens one slightly and then closes it without looking inside. I wonder if whoever took my clothing out of the bag noticed the sexy lingerie.

A door is open across from the bed, and there’s a light shining from in there. Braxton walks over and pushes the door open. "The en suite bathroom is right here."

I can see a bathtub and take a few steps closer. "That tub is huge!" I can’t help but point out what I see, even though he’s probably not impressed as I’m sure he has a pool and a hot tub outside--maybe inside as well.

"You should see the one in my bathroom," Braxton says, close to my ear. I raise my eyes and look at him, wondering if he’s just making conversation or if that is an invitation.

He turns a little red in the face and says, "I mean… the bathtub in my bathroom is even bigger. It’s large enough for two people." His face turns even more red, and he shakes his head slightly. "That is--"

I laugh. I can’t help it. How is this successful billionaire who is used to speaking to other rich people so nervous around me? I am still thinking all of this must be some sort of a trick, that any moment, people with cameras will pop out from the closets and tell me this is all a joke and Braxton Merriweather isn’t really interested in me at all. But the more time I spend with him, the more I realize he really does like me. I’m not sure why, but I can tell by the way he looks at me. He isn’t an actor, after all.

As he stumbles through another explanation that I don’t care to hear, I reach for his hand. "I get it," I say with a smile. "Your bathtub is even bigger than this one."

I am slightly disappointed. If he’d said yes, then I would’ve been able to kiss him another time, a move to undo the kiss I’d given him before, but my disappointment doesn’t last for long as Braxton closes the distance between us. He rests his arm on the door jamb above my head, his eyes peering into mine, his face hovering so near my own, I feel his warm breath on my face, taking mine away.

When he leans down and presses his perfect pink, warm lips to mine, I lose track of where I am--who I am. He is gentle at first, but then, he deepens the kiss, his finger raising my chin slightly as his tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine. I can’t keep my hands off of him. I press my palms to the chiseled muscle of his chest as he devours me. All I can taste is sweet wine, mint, and a heat between us that can’t be put into words. His body presses against mine now, and it is clear, this man wants me in a way I’ve never been desired before. He doesn’t want to use my body to pleasure himself the way my husband always has; he wants to invite me to come on a journey of exploration with him, one that will lead both of us to a place we’ve never been before.

I think of the contract--the one that Jeff signed first--and I am not conflicted about what I should do, what I want to do. I pull my lips away from Braxton to suck in a deep breath, and then, with my mouth nestled against his neck, breathing in his manly scent of woods and spices, I whisper, "Take me, Braxton."

His eyes meet mine as he checks to see if I am sure, if he has fully understood. When it is clear to him that he knows exactly what I am saying, his arms wrap me up, one beneath my knees, the other around my shoulders, and he lifts me off of the floor, carrying me the few steps to the bed where I am bound to be his.