Wanted By Two

Unholy Business

  Two weeks later, I was standing barefoot in the balcony of a penthouse belonging to my billionaire boyfriend, Royce Wesley. After we had met the other night at Peaches, he had taken me to his exclusive room and we had sex the whole night. Royce was insatiable and his body was sinful. He had a cute little tattoo on his left bicep of a broken pair of handcuffs. I was fascinated by it but in between being banged into his sweet bed and against the shower walls, I had never gotten around to asking him what it meant.
  It was the weekend and he had invited me over to spend it with him. Royce was the epitome of every billionaire: handsome, dripping with cash and dreadfully busy all the time. It was a miracle that he managed to have time for me. He was into hotel management and owned a lot of property. The penthouse I was on was the place he went to whenever he wanted to be alone and he had invited me. I was honoured.
  He was answering a call at the moment, his towel riding low on his hips and the top of his neat ass peeking at me. Royce was just too hot for me and despite the fact that he had said he wanted to be exclusive with me, I couldn't help feeling that he had someone else. He was too much to belong to one woman alone and I was a nobody compared to him.
  Two arms banded around my waist swiftly, taking me by surprise. I knew it was him even without looking behind me. I could smell his rosewood cologne that stuck to everything he wore and his touch was beginning to feel familiar.
“Kelsey,” he whispered in my ear hotly, his naughty fingers finding the loops of my robe. “I want you again. Tell me I'm crazy.”
I suppressed a proud smile, turning my head to a side. I managed to drive a billionaire mad with lust anytime we were within touching range. It was not something that happened everyday.
“You're not crazy, Roy. You are just a horny freak,” I teased back, laughing lightly.
“A horny freak?” he chuckled, undoing my robe and spreading his fingers on my hips. “My first compliment of the day. In my defence, I was not like this until I met you. You drive me crazy, Kelsey and I'm hard just thinking of how you have no panties on under your robe. Do you want to kill me, honey?”
He was right and he must have found out that I was going commando because his deft fingers were roaming around my hips possessively. My legs shook and I gulped in dry air.
“God, I want to take you right here where the whole world will know that you are mine, Kelsey,” he groaned to my hearing, his voice suddenly hoarse with dangerous need. I moaned, heated by his desire to explore my body.
“Do you want me to take you right here? Give me the words, Kelsey, the words I want to hear,” he commanded, lifting my robe from behind and grinding his phallus against my entrance. I bent over, crying out loud from the raw sensation. Royce hated using condoms so he made me get on the pill so that we could play safe.
  “Yes,” I shakily responded, feeling his fingers on me.
“Yes what?” he demanded, peeling his towel off his lower body and bending me over the railings of his balcony, my ass out to him.
“Yes, please, Royce. Take me here and right now. I can't. . .please,” I begged, grabbing hold of the railings to balance myself. The world blurred when he slid in with a long thrust, pounding into me mercilessly. The cold railings made dents in my palms but I didn't let go regardless. I felt his palms on my ass, opening me up to him and I was in cloud nine. When we had both come, he carried my limp body into his bed and I fell asleep in his arms.