Mr. Mitchell: Billionaires’ Club Book 2 (Billionaires’ Club Series)

Jim and I enjoyed our lunch at the pub, me sampling the entire menu again. Well, not really. These places just served up their delicacies in the smallest portions, so I felt like I couldn’t stop ordering. Of course, that was my never-ending appetite talking because Jim was perfectly content with his sandwich and soup, all while watching me throw it down.

Jim and I went separate ways once we returned to his estate. One thing was for sure about this castle: you didn’t need my dumbass idea of time-traveling binoculars when you were here. The laundry room and a sitting room that had been transformed into a theater were the only two rooms in this place that weren’t historically accurate.

While Jim disappeared to play catch-up with pressing issues for his work, he showed me the laundry area, and I started sifting through my clothes. It was something that needed to be done, and I hadn’t had a chance since I took off to the countryside with a complete and hot stranger.

After dumping my dark colors in the washer, I ventured through the house. This place had it all. No kidding. There was an armory, bedrooms with antique, four-poster beds, and even a library that spanned three-bedrooms’ worth of space. It was like those libraries from movies with the two-story ladder and all.

Peeking into rooms and exploring the world of history that Jim had salvaged for this house led me to see the man had a love for England’s past. It was magnificent here from the floors, ceilings, carpets, drapes—every single thing. His armory even had knight suits, for Christ’s sake. I smiled at the realization that, from the way he was attentive to my needs from the moment we met on the plane, he could definitely suit up in that shining armor. As cheesy as that sounded and felt, it was the truth.

When it was time for dinner, we ate in the main hall at a polished table that could probably seat at least fifty people. He sat at the head of the table, and I sat at his left. I couldn’t help but be amused by how funny we must’ve looked, the two of us sitting at a huge, empty table. At least we weren’t sitting at opposite ends, speaking to each other through megaphones like those comedy movies.

“So…” I said, slicing into my tender roast with delicious gravy spooned nicely over the top. I couldn’t finish my sentence when the flavors erupted into my mouth. Damn, this guy could cook.

At first, I was afraid to touch the plate. Smashed potatoes were placed delicately under the slices of roast beef, a Yorkshire pudding was over that, and the dark gravy gently drizzled over the top of it all. Off to the side were long green beans and carrots.

“While I appreciate the compliment through your erotic moans,” Jim interrupted my marveling at this dinner, “you seriously are about to have me dining in the other room.”

I snickered while I picked up a green bean with my hand and crunched into half of its length. Jim’s lips tightened in humor as he ate properly, and the pig in me acted like I was eating dinner with Addy.

I covered my mouth. “Sorry about that.” I cringed. “You have this fancy dinner, and I’m slopping it up like I’m eating out of a trough.”

“Never in my entire life have I been so aroused while dining with a woman,” he mused, taking a bite of his roast. He swallowed and pointed his fork at me as I took another green bean with all of its robust flavors and chomped half the vegetable again. “That right there is why I’m not into oral sex.”

“What?” I asked. “Why?”

Jim smiled. “The way you’re eating those long beans and your sexual moans while eating them, well, let’s just say everything is sexual at this point.”

“No,” I said with curiosity. “You just said, admitted, you’re not into oral sex.” I went back to eating, yet curious at this confession.

He shrugged it off with that handsome tightening of his lips. “Call it my fetish or whatever you like, but I don’t trust a woman’s mouth around my dick.”

“And,” I swallowed a bite of my Yorkshire pudding, “what about the other way around?”

He sipped his wine. “Too intimate. I have never been tempted to go that route in my sexual desire.”

“Shit,” I said with a laugh. “So maybe I was right in our fake honeymoon argument this afternoon. You do suck in bed.”

He laughed. “Are you insinuating that I suck in bed because I’m not one to allow oral sex?”

“Allow?” I emphasized that word. “So, are you a control freak in bed?”

He looked past me to the window, rain still pouring down and complementing our dinner that’d just turned into inquiring about Jim’s sexual preferences.

“Is that a bad thing?” His voice was lower, his eyes searching mine now.

“You keep staring at me like that, and we can easily go find out,” I said. “But you cook so good that I’d rather finish dinner.”

Jim’s eyebrows rose in humor. “What about you?” he inquired. “The way you’re chomping on that green bean, well, I’m quite surprised you haven’t given your ex a blow job and bitten half his dick off. Easy way to solve your problems with him.”

I nearly choked on the three carrots I’d forked and shoveled into my mouth. “Well, if Derek weren’t constantly high, perhaps I might have. Dude hasn’t been able to get it up since before I had Addison.”

“Sucks for him, I’m sure.”

“Sucked for me. I tried sticking around to make it work and was left to satisfy myself.”

Jim’s breath seemed to halt, and then he recovered quickly. “You’re telling me you remained loyal to him and haven’t—”

“Had sex in three goddamn years,” I finished that truth with a laugh.

“Wow,” Jim said. “Yeah, we might need to rectify that.”

He gave me a look that made me want to jump over the table and rectify it all at this moment. That kiss from earlier was still on my mind, the way his tongue teased mine. How delicious he tasted and smelled. And I wasn’t a jackass either; he was feeling me out and the glasses of wine we were having were helping it all come together for the better. To have this man of all people for the first time in years? Would I be able to contain myself in bed with him?

I maintained my composure. “We’ll see,” I said casually. “You just mentioned you’re a control freak in bed.”

“I’ve never had a complaint.”

“Well, the way you kissed me today almost got your ass laid,” I boldly said, letting him know I was all in, and mainly to see if I was right about him feeling me out for more.

Jim laughed, pushing his plate to the side, while I worked on finishing the last of my meal. “That video you showed me of Addison today—she’s definitely your daughter.”

“What makes you say that?” I answered. Maybe the subject change was a better idea.

He sipped his wine. “Well, aside from her lively blue eyes and her black curly hair, she’s full of life. Just the will of determination in watching her swim for the first time in that video? She’s pretty remarkable. How long did it take for her to learn to swim?”

“That very day.” I smiled at the memory. “She was pissed at having to go through all of the technical lifesaving parts. Then the next thing we know, she’s almost swimming the length of the pool.”

“Adorable.” Jim smiled, then we were interrupted when his phone rang. “Shit, this is Alex on my personal line. I’ll take it in the other room.”

“Okay,” I answered. “I’ve got the dishes tonight.”

He smiled back as he left the room to take his call, and once the dishes were done and the kitchen was cleaned, he was back.

“Are you up for chilling in the movie room for a couple of hours with me? My friend, Collin—you met him at the restaurant—well, I need to check out some video he’s in before it gets sent over to some documentarians. He’s kind of a hot-shot neurosurgeon. It’s all very boring. Want to try to keep me awake?”

“Sure. I’ll pop the popcorn,” I said.

Jim laughed. “You’re serious?”

“Well, something about that home theater and those couches that are longer than anything I’ve ever seen makes me want some popcorn.”

“Well, you haven’t seen long yet.” He arched his eyebrow in a way that made me hope he would follow through on that.

“Funny,” I said.

“Allow me to get the popcorn. Change into something comfortable. This might be a long, boring situation.”

“Fuck,” I said. “I completely forgot to dry my clothes.”

“You can wear one of my shirts if you’d like. I’m sure they fit like a short nightgown.”

“Lead the way, and we’ll get this show on the road.”

We were up in Jim’s room, and going through his thousand-dollar suits and clothes. “These clothes are too expensive for me to even look at,” I said with honesty. “Don’t you have a T-shirt or something?”

“Here.” Jim pulled out black and white pin-striped button-down shirt. “I rarely wear this. The button-down will be warmer than just a tee. You can keep the thing if you find it lounge-worthy.”

“An ex-girlfriend buy it or something?” I taunted, taking the shirt.

“Nah, my design…” he stopped himself. “It was made for me to wear at an event. I never attended it, and truthfully, I just don’t like the coloring.”

“Well, I think you’d look damn fine in it,” I said. “Either way, I’ll change, and,” I turned back before leaving the room, “do we even have popcorn?”

“I’ll make some,” he said with that dark, sexy look, studying me. Why couldn’t I be a mind reader? He was complex, to say the least, but that’s what made him that much more enticing.

An hour into leaning against Jim, my eyes were hurting from this dull interview. I was sitting here, wishing we were exploring whether or not we’d enjoy having sex after our dinner talk instead. After three years of not being intimate, I was down for this guy to take all the control he wanted while fucking me. I’d take dungeon sex right about now.

“What are you thinking?” Jim asked while both of us finished off the second batch of popcorn.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly,” Jim chuckled.

“That I’d take dungeon sex right about now.” I looked up, and his eyes caught mine.

I was leaning against him, my legs stretched out on the couch that extended from wall-to-wall in this room. I guess it was the popcorn and the two glasses of wine that had me sitting next to him like we’d been a couple for years.

“I meant about this boring documentary.” He laughed, but his eyes were intently on mine.

“Your friend is sexy,” I started. “He kind of reminds me of Paul Walker—RIP,” I said, thinking about the handsome man who’d left this world so tragically.

“Great, this shit is going to backfire on us, too,” he grumbled. “Well, damn.”

“It’s not bad. I’m just not into medical stuff, I guess.” Jim’s lips twisted as he stared at the massive screen like he could kill his friend himself. “You look pretty pissed.”

He shook it off with a sigh. “Not pissed. Just a bit frustrated,” he said. “We’ll fix it. Glad I’m watching it, though.”

“The neurosurgeon said some of the questions he’s asked most about surgeries are his patients requesting information about sex afterward?”

“Most patients are young and healthy,” Jim answered factually, still studying his friend on television. “Stands to reason why they’d be concerned.”

“Yeah, well, I have the solution to that.”

“Oh?” Jim looked at me. “I’m sure Collin would appreciate a little input. He does get this question a lot.”

“Well, not engaging in sex, but instead just the…” I paused.

Jim tilted his head. “Go on.”

“Well, you’re not into oral sex, but, you know, handling it differently without engaging in the act.” I exhaled. “It’s probably not the solution, and who am I to talk? I’ve never had a guy get me off in my life.” I shrugged at his mouth dropping open at my confession. “Hey, you confessed you’re not into oral, and I’m confessing that if I don’t handle myself, sex with a dude is basically just a dick inside me.”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“I could have responded the same way to your oral shit.” I gave him a cheeky grin.

“You’ve only climaxed by giving yourself an orgasm? What the hell were your partners thinking?”

“They found a place to get their dicks off and moved on.”

Jim pinched his lips together, and the voice of the interviewer and Jim’s friend were now background noise.

“I could give you—right now—an orgasm that will have you begging me for more, and I wouldn’t stop there.”

“You tempting me?”

“I’m informing you,” he said. “I almost feel it’s now my duty as your host to ensure this issue is fixed immediately.”

“We have to watch the interview,” I teased with an arch of my eyebrow.

Jim inhaled deeply, and then brought his hand around my neck and pulled my face to his. He smelled like wealth. Whatever the hell his cologne was, it was assaulting me in ways that made me want Jim to show me what it was like to have a man get me off. His eyes moved raptly back and forth, looking at mine. His lips grazed over mine, but he never went further than that.

He smoothly maneuvered me to lay against his firm chest, my back against him, and now I was reclining between his legs. His lips touched my ear, “Would you like me to fix this blasphemy of not being properly taken care of by your previous lovers?”

I was breathless as his hand grazed over my nipple that swelled at his touch through the soft shirt I wore. “Yes,” I said, drunk on this moment with this hot-as-fuck man who was willing to do something that no one had ever bothered to care about. I was already worked up just being this close to him; his sultry and smooth voice, and his hand massaging over my abdomen.

His lips grazed along my jaw, and he gracefully slid his hand over my panties. Shit just got real. I could have an orgasm right now as he massaged over my clit, slowly but firmly. I melted against his chest, letting out a whisper of a moan, and now my aching clit was swelling for more.

Thanks to the alcohol still working in my system, I was so relaxed and didn’t have an ounce of concern about Jim getting me off like this. Actually, it was the main reason I was down for it in the first place, and thank God for that.

Jim’s lips went to the top of my head while I moved my hips and spread my legs to grant him permission and full access to me. I slid my panties off, going wild in sudden ecstasy and molding myself back into Jim’s arms.

“Jesus, you’re sexy as fuck,” he said as the shirt I wore fell completely open and now Jim had a full visual of my horny as hell body.

Jim brought his hand back between my legs and massaged over my swollen and heated clit. I gripped each of his legs, being so easily brought to ecstasy by his touch as he gently rolled my clit between his fingers, increasing pressure against my sensitive point. Having a man doing this, having him doing this to me…I was going to explode when I came. My breathing picked up as I rolled my hips while Jim conjured a deep sensation coiled up in my belly, working like sparks in my bloodstream.

As I rode his hand, Jim gripped my abdomen, pulling me up to where my head rested against his shoulder. His lips pressed against my neck while his tongue gently caressed my skin. While he tasted along my jaw and neck, he dipped two of his fingers into my wet entrance, using that to massage alongside my aching clit.

“Goddamn.” I groaned as my fingers dug into his legs. I fisted his jeans tightly, feeling more build-up than I’d ever felt before while having an orgasm.

Jim’s free hand went to my breast. “You’re so fucking hot,” Jim said, his fingers twisting my hardened nipple, adding to the ecstasy of my sudden bliss. “I know you’re close. Your pussy is dripping wet. Fuck,” he said in a raspy voice.

“This is fucking amaz…” It’s all I could mutter while I groaned again. “Shit.”

It was like there was a dam that was preventing the rolling sensation of climaxing and my entire body going into a spasm under Jim’s control. This guy could control my ass all he wanted. My breath caught when his fingers began to roll my clit into circles.

“You’re holding back. Let it go and come on me, gorgeous,” he said, his lips touching mine when I turned to look up into the eyes of the man who was giving me a ride into ecstasy that most women would die for.

His tongue traced around my lips that were slightly open. After hearing his breathing go ragged, I had to see his face. I opened my eyes, feeling so fucking high on Jim working my body like this. His eyes were a swirling green—or maybe that was just my vision going while begging my body to ride out the orgasm Jim kept building deep inside of me. I gripped his legs tighter, opened mine wider, and nipped at his bottom lip. I needed that kiss from earlier today.

Jim only teased my lips with his tongue and his mouth tasting me while I sighed and moaned with every move he made with his hands, waking all of these sensitive parts in me back up again. Aggressive kissing or not, the way he was doing all of this was so insanely hot. The perfect amount of motion and pressure to my clit, his other hand cupping my breasts and using his fingers to roll my nipples between them. And fuck, his lips and warm breath on my neck, behind my ear, my jaw and then brushing over my own lips…he was a master at this. I was his to do with as he pleased at this point.

“Let it go,” he encouraged, nipping my ear.

“Tell me you want to fuck me,” I begged, turning my lips back to his. “God, I need to be fucked.”

Jim brought his lips to my forehead. “I’m definitely going to fuck this tight pussy,” he said in a low voice. “But not before you come in my hand,” he said, slipping his fingers inside me again.

“Fuck. Shit.” I felt like I was exploding in ecstasy, my orgasm so powerful that I arched my ass into him, his fingers chasing my entrance and clit. “Holy…” I couldn’t even speak. Did this guy just find my G-spot like he knew where it was all along?

I’d heard of this, read about it, but it never happened to me. The pressure swirled in my belly while his fingers strummed inside me, and his other hand now worked my clit. I felt his hardness as I stiffly arched into him. Jim’s lips nipped behind my ear, his tongue gracefully tasted my neck, and the surge of power I didn’t realize I carried while climaxing was now coming down on me with more intensity than I could ever imagine.

“Fuck yes,” Jim said, my hands like claws on his legs and my heels dug firmly into the couch. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever fucking met, Avery. I need to fuck you more than you know.”

“That’s it, just like that,” I screeched as the dam of sensations erupted out of my pussy, giving Jim everything he conjured out of me. I’d never known my body was capable of having an orgasm this powerful. “Jesus, you’re so good,” was all I could get out through pants of pleasure.

Jim’s breaths were more ragged, and I felt his hard cock press into my back as I whined and moaned through the hardest and most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life. “I’m going to take you to my room and bury my cock in you,” he said. “You want that?”

I couldn’t respond. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, trying to respond to Jim sucking on my bottom lip as his hands worked every last sensation of this orgasm out of my body.

“Holy hell,” I said, finally coming down and sensitive as fuck. I pulled Jim’s hands away and managed to turn my limp body to lie on him.

I thanked him by aggressively attacking his mouth for a delicious kiss. Jim’s response was his hands, pressing against my back—pressing me tightly against him. His hands cupped my bare ass as his tongue and mine danced in pleasure together. I moaned into his firm and possessive kiss, and his hands came up to massage my back.

“Your body is mine,” Jim said, pulling away while I kissed under his chin and down his neck. “I’m taking it. Right fucking now.”

As Jim pulled us both up from where we lay, making out while my body did another internal aftershock shiver, his phone rang.

“Fuck me to hell,” Jim said, looking at the caller ID. “It’s Alex. Goddammit.”

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. You can go to work now,” I teased.

“I’m not done with your sweet little ass, gorgeous,” he said. “I have to call him back. Things are trying to go south at work. I’ll handle it quickly. If you’d like, I’ll make sure I have plenty of condoms, and I’ll join you in your room. I’ll certainly make up for this fucking distraction.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I said, sauntering past him and heading up to my room.

I was aching for more and shocked my body was in a state of needing to feel Jim inside me. I needed to know what it was like to be fucked by a man who, I had a pretty good feeling, knew exactly what he was doing.

I looked out the double glass doors in my room, watching as the rain poured down onto the balcony before I flipped on the flat-screen TV. I had to do something, or I’d be in misery as I waited for Jim to get back and give me more than the sample he gave me in the theater.