A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) by Rachel Ellis Page A

my
sex.
    “You should stay to play for a little while
longer,” Ryan whispered into my ear. His fingers stroked the
insides of my thigh. They circled around until one of them
‘accidentally’ brushed the flesh of my pussy.
    How did this man get here so fast? He was
drinking coffee only moments ago.
    I attempted to pull his hand away, though I
didn’t really want him to stop. My attempt was half-assed at best.
“Get your hands off me.”
    He ignored my demand, pushed my panties aside,
and slipped his finger into my folds. I was wet and wanting for
him. Everything in me was aching to have him thrust his cock
inside.
    “Are you sure? You seem quite ready for a good
fucking.” He nibbled on my ear. His tongue then worked his way down
my neck.
    I bit my lower lip to stop myself from
groaning.
    “Are you still there? Madam?” the call
operator prompted, pulling me back to reality.
    I removed my hand from my cell. “Yes, yes, I’m
still here, trying to figure out the address.” And then I covered
it again, not wanting him to catch on to my heavy
panting.
    Riley watched us from across the table. I
could see his boxers through the glass table. A healthy bulge had
started to form between his legs.
    “Okay, can you stop it?” I asked again, this
time sounding more serious. “I’m not in the mood for this.” It was
a lie, but I hoped they didn’t think it too obvious.
    The thrusts of his fingers suddenly got harder
and faster, and then after one final mind-blowing thrust that
rubbed my core, he pulled out.
    I started seeing stars for a brief second
there. That was the best sensation I had ever felt—nothing any of
my ex-boyfriends ever achieved for me. To top it off, he did that
only with a finger.
    And it ended too soon.
    Disappointed and ashamed of how easy I was, I
caught my breath and said to the operator, “Never mind, I found
another ride.”
    “Okay, no problem, please call us again soon,”
he replied. He sounded calm but I knew that he was annoyed about
having to deal with stupid customers like me. I had to deal with
stupid customers at my own job, too. I always had to sound calm
when they pissed me off.
    I stood up and grabbed my purse.
    “Where are you going?” Riley asked, standing
up as I did. He moved to block my way.
    “I’m going home.”
    “But we were just starting to have
fun.”
    I flashed him the most menacing glare I could
manage. “Move.”
    “Whoa, scary,” he said, backing away in mock
fear. “After you, milady.”
    I shoved my way past him and dashed out the
door, my panties completely soaked.
    ***
    It had been easier to flag down a cab than I
expected. I supposed the twins stopping me from getting one turned
out to be a blessing, because I saved on the booking
fee.
    But I wasn’t remotely thankful for
that.
    “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered to
myself, emptying the piggy bank where I left my spare
change.
    I stomped out in such a hurry that I forgot my
wallet at the twins’ place. The cab driver had stared at me with
clear irritation when I circled my arm around my purse ten times
over.
    Each time I had hoped that the wallet had
buried itself in some hard-to-reach crevice. After I dunked the
entire contents of my purse onto the cab’s backseat, it became
clear that my wallet wasn’t there.
    The taxi driver tapped his fingers on the
steering wheel, looking very impatient. I ran down the steps to
him. “Thanks for waiting. Twenty dollars and fifty
cents.”
    His jaw dropped as I poured the coins onto his
hand. One hand wasn’t large enough so he had to cup both of them
together.
    “Don’t you have any notes?” he
asked.
    “I found one five-dollar note. Here’s your
tip.”
    He snatched the note from my hand and stared
at me as if I was the devil.
    I smiled sheepishly at him, feeling bad for
him—he was an ordinary bloke simply trying to do his job. At least
he’d have a complaint to start small chat with later
today.
    “Thanks for your time, sir.”
    “Crazy