The Billionaire's Secret Child.

Chapter 3 - The One Night Stand

Matteo's POV
The engine roar echoes throughout the underground parking structure of my building causing Grace to stir. She wakes up and rubs her eyes.

"Where are we?" She asks, nervously.
"We are at my apartment building"
"Oh..." is her simple reply.
"I lost the address to your apartment so I decided to bring you here and let you sleep the hangover off but I guess that now you are awake you can tell me your address and I can drop you off" I tell her, I don't want her to leave though, a selfish part of me wants to keep her here forever, protect her and love her. FUCK. I don't know where this is coming from. My routine has been the same for years.

Go to Javier's after work. Pick up a girl. Have meaningless sex. Then give them money for the taxi fare and leaving before they wake up. Girls think that I am heartless. Which I guess I am, I only have a couple girls I repeatedly meet for sex but this seems different. I want to get to know her, know what her favourite food is, her favourite things to do, know her body.

"Which side of the city are we on?"
"Upper East side"
"Oh, well I live on the upper west side, so I may as well sleep it off here, I'll get a cab in the morning.... if you don't mind" she looks at me and her big brown eyes stare into my soul, she makes me feel weak and human, yet strong and powerful enough to protect her and give her everything.

"That's fine beautiful" I tell her but there is no way I am letting her take a taxi . she blushes. Fuck. Knowing that I put that blush in her cheeks makes me hard. She is shy. I can't wait to make her blush about all the things we will do tonight. I get out of the car and walk around to her side, assisting her out of the car.

Grace's POV.

We walk to the elevator. It is cold, so I guess we are below ground, but I don't feel cold thanks to the fucking gorgeous hunk of a man that is walking beside me with his arm wrapped around my waist. Matteo is like a Greek god! His tanned skin is soft, his brown eyes are sending waves of heat through my body which are puddling at my core. Oh God, this man.

We reach the elevator and after all the shit I've been through, I've decided. Fuck it. I want a want night stand, one to fucking remember and this guy apparently feels the same way. I look at the bulge in his pants. Wow. We ride the elevator to the penthouse and once the doors close, I turn to him, slide my hands over his abs and chest, lock my arms around his neck and capture his lips with mine.  He takes control and spins us around so that I am pinned against the elevator wall. We continue kissing as He slides his thigh between my legs and my throbbing core demands contact. So, I begin to grind on his leg, I continue until Ive almost reached my climax but Matteo removes his thigh.
"Now, now... no need to rush, I have lots of ideas on how I'm going to draw out your pleasure" this causes another rush of warmth to pool between my legs and I'm gasping for air.

We move out of the elevator and he pulls me by my hand through the penthouse. The kitchen is immaculate. The countertops are shiny grey and black marble, the fixings are all made of stainless steel. The cupboard doors are sleek white and this kitchen is every girl's dream. Matteo catches me staring and says "my plans include you sat on that counter, naked, with my face between your thighs" My stomach rolls nervously but also from excitement. I never had sex other than in missionary position, never any foreplay or anything. Daniel never liked being adventurous.

Matteo pulls me through the living area and into a bedroom, it smells like him only 10x stronger. This is his lair. He turns to me and begins kissing me again, passionately. It is safe to say that I was busy all night, and when sleep finally came I was exhausted.

****QUESTION OF THE DAY****
What is your favourite colour?