Page 21 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Anything like what?” said Lucien softly.

“Anything like this night,” I said. “Thank you.”

I reached down and took his hand in mine without thinking about it. Lucien’s hands were big, and a little rough. But they were also warm, and he turned to me in the orange glow of the chandeliers and put his hand up to my head.

“I want to kiss you,” he said.

“I want to kiss you, too,” I took a deep breath. My voice seemed small and lost in the middle of my heaving sighs, my rapid heartbeat.

Lucien pressed his lips to mine, and I could smell his cologne and taste the sweet, soft smell of champagne in his mouth. He kissed me, pushing slightly back, and I felt something rise to meet me. It was like kissing an old lover, someone I couldn’t remember and yet whose body felt familiar as I pushed my arms to his thick torso and wrapped them around. He clasped me in his arms and an electric surge of energy rushed through me. I took a deep breath, and leaned forward to kiss him again. Our bodies pressed together and then before I knew it, Lucien was leading me to the bedroom.

I stumbled through the hotel suite in his arms, dizzy and breathless with the feeling of acceptance. It was like all the barriers that he’d held up between us, the door to his office, his gruff tone, his coldness, had been removed. And now that the doors were wide open, I wanted to step through, to get close to him as quickly as I could. It didn’t matter that it was a stupid idea, that Lucien was my boss. His body and his life were a mystery I had to unravel.

In no time at all, my hands were on his shoulders, and he picked me up in his arms and I settled on his lap. He was strong, stronger than any man I’d known, but all the strength was subdued now, as I pressed my hands to his chest and started to kiss him. While I undid his buttons, he took a hand and gripped my wrist.

“No, not there, Laura,” he murmured.

“What?” I said, as I pressed my lips to his neck.

“Laura,” he said. “Laura,” he said again, as if he couldn’t believe it was my name he was saying. “My scar. It’s … ugly, I don’t…”

“Your scar is beautiful. You are beautiful. And I want you now,” I whispered to his ear. I didn’t even know if it was true when I said it. But when Lucien growled in appreciation and gripped my body in his, then I knew for certain that I did. I could feel myself aroused for him, flushing and breathing hard, and a wet sensation in my panties.

He unzipped my dress in one smooth movement and it fell to the floor. I turned around and looked into his eyes.

“You’re next,” I murmured.

He seemed stiff and a little awkward, but I knew what I wanted and I knew that my hands were already soothing him, as they worked away at the buttons of his shirt. Finally I shrugged it from his shoulders, and there he was. His body, ripped and muscular, in front of me in the dark. I reached out and my fingers found the dark hairs on his chest, while I pushed him back.

Slowly, I dropped to my knees, losing my bra. Lucien’s hands pressed up against my breasts and gave them a firm, reassuring squeeze, but playfully, I knocked his hands away and unzipped his pants. After I’d pulled them off, next was his underwear.

“That’s better,” I murmured, and looked down, pleased at the size of his manhood. Gently, I rubbed the inside of his thigh with one hand while the other playfully toyed with his cock, before I bent my head and began to give him a blowjob. The moment my lips made contact, Lucien’s head shot back, and he let out a soft moan that told me that he liked whatever I was doing.

“Oh god,” he said, “You’re so good at this.”

“And you taste good,” I smiled, looking up at him. I raised my arm and ran a hand over his chest. Over the scar, which trailed from his jaw all the way down to his midriff.

He flinched a little, and drew my hand away. “Not there,” he said. But I’d already lowered my head. I was sucking enthusiastically at his cock now, teasing him to life, until he was completely erect. And the next time I looked up at him, I smiled, while my hand toyed with his member until he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.

I was shocked and elated at the speed and precision with which he suddenly threw me around, as if I was a toy to him. And I loved it, loved the ease with which he handled me, as he turned me to my side and grabbed my ass, before tearing off my underwear. Naked, he rose above me, and kissed me on the mouth again while his hands took in all of me.

“You’re incredible,” he said. “So beautiful.”

I felt shocked, and a little off-guard. Conor had always told me I was beautiful, and no one since then. He lifted me up and kissed my stomach, tracing circles with his mouth on my midriff before pulling me to him. But I didn’t want this playful dance, didn’t want anything slow and sensual. I wanted all of him, now, so I reached for his cock and pulled him on top of me.

“I want you to take me,” I moaned.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he growled. “I’ve been wanting to take you since your first day of work.”

“Now, then,” I said, pleadingly. “Come on. I want you.”

For a moment, I thought I saw a look of uncertainty in his eyes. Was he sure? Was this what Lucien wanted, and was he—like me—wondering if it was a good idea? But then, before I could worry a moment longer, Lucien gave in to me. He took me in his arms and eased his cock inside me. He was big. But so was my first boyfriend, and I knew to let him enter me slowly. Gently, Lucien eased himself inside of me, and I gasped as a thousand wonderful sensations rose up my back, and through my body, flushing me with wonder until Lucien was inside of me.

He gripped my body in his and slowly began to push, gently at first, while I became accustomed to him. Something felt so good about being under him like this. Lucien kept his weight on his arms so as not to crush me, and I gradually felt myself dissolving, the edges of the world blurring as he slowly transitioned to gentle thrusts.

“God, that’s—” I said, gasping, “that’s perfect.” It’s like he knows me, knows everything about me. It’s like we’ve done this be—

But Lucien was kissing me, and his hand had tangled into my hair, near the base of my scalp so he could hold me, stop me writhing with the sheer pleasure of the moment. And before I knew it, he’d pulled me on top of him, and now I was in control. We’d turned in one seamless movement, Lucien’s hands guiding me and keeping me balanced on his enormous dick, and now there was no stopping me. I was pushing against him, grinding on his cock for my own glorious pleasure, while my hands steadied myself atop his broad chest.