The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

“What can I get you to drink?” the bartender asked as I sat in one of the stools in front of the bar.

“Scotch, neat, and make it a double.”

I’d done hours’ worth of work, and now, I needed to be fed. Some of my favorite restaurants were in downtown Park City, a five-minute drive from here. But for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the hotel.

She placed a menu in front of me and winked. “In case you’re hungry too.”

Blonde, perky tits, a smile that told me she was extremely attracted to me.

Normally, I would bring her up to my room and fuck her. But since I’d been with Jo, I’d had no desire to be with anyone else.

I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me.

She placed the scotch in front of me and said, “Any food?”

I handed her the menu, calling out the first item that was listed, “Red trout.”

“Our chef’s specialty.” She typed my order into the computer. “So, are you here for work or pleasure?”

I wasn’t interested in small talk.

I took out my phone, reading the notifications on the screen. “Work.” I sighed. “Endless work.”

“I’ll let you get to it.”

I was just typing out a reply when I got a whiff of a familiar scent.

A scent I knew better than anything.

I reached for my drink, my eyes closing as I swallowed. When I set the glass down, I didn’t have to glance over my shoulder, but I did.

Fuck me.

Yoga pants that showed the gap between Jo’s thighs, a tight tank top, sneakers, her hair braided, hanging over her shoulder with a baseball hat on her head.

There was something about seeing her in gym gear that made my dick fucking pound.

“I swear I didn’t follow you. I just worked out, and I’m starving. The thought of going back to my room didn’t sound like fun.” She pointed to the other side of the bar. “Should I sit over there?”

“No.” I reached over the top of the bar, grabbed the menu the bartender had taken from me, and set it beside me. “Here. Order.”

She straddled the stool, scanning the large menu. “Did you get food?”

“I did.” I cupped my hands around my drink, knowing I needed about five more of these, especially as I took a quick glance at her legs, the way they stayed wide across the leather seat. “I got the trout.”

She pushed the menu aside. “Sounds good. I’m sold.”

“Sold on what?” the bartender asked as she reappeared.

Jo crossed her arms over the bar, leaning forward, her tits pressing against the edge of the wood. “I’ll take a cab and the red trout, please.”

“Do you want to start a tab or-”

“Put her on my bill,” I said.

The moment she was gone, finding the appropriate bottle of red, Jo said, “I hope you’re billing my father for this. The incidentals for the room-because there will be some, as I had a couple drinks-and now this.”

“I can afford to buy you dinner, Joanna.”

Fire.

That was what I was playing with.

But, fuck, I couldn’t help it.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” she said. “But you don’t need to-that’s all I’m saying.”

“Here you go,” the bartender said, stopping me from replying as she placed Jo’s drink in front of her. “So, have you guys been to Park City before? Need any suggestions on what to do in the area?”

“This is her second time,” I replied, nodding toward Jo. “I’ve been coming here for a long time.”

“And it’s one of his favorite places to visit,” Jo told the bartender. “I can see why he loves it here so much.” She glanced out the massive windows behind the bar, showing a perfect view of the mountains. “It’s an awesome spot to own a second home.” Jo turned toward me, that gorgeous fucking grin spreading across her plump lips.

“Does that mean you’re buying here?” the bartender asked.

“I checked out a house when I was here last. I’m going back to look at it tomorrow.”

“You are?” Jo gasped. “You didn’t tell me.”

Why would I?

That was what I should say to her, but instead, I voiced, “I haven’t really been in a position to tell you … have I?”

She took a deep breath, nodding. “You’re right.”

“I hope things work out for you,” the bartender said, leaving us alone again.

“I’m sorry,” Jo whispered. “I realize I have no right to know what’s happening in your life, but the disappointment that I didn’t know just hit me really hard.” She clasped my arm. “I’m so incredibly happy for you, Jenner.”

Her touch caught me off guard.

It had been so long since her hands had been on me. I almost forgot how they made me feel.

How even the graze of her fingers could be so intense.

“There’s no reason to be happy yet,” I finally responded. “It’s not mine.”

She squeezed. “But it will be.”

I wasn’t sure if we were still talking about the house.

She released me, and the skin on my arm immediately turned cold.

“By the way,” she added, “I’m taking full credit if you buy the house.”

Her comment and smile made me chuckle. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.”

Cute and sexy-a combination that was so fucking lethal.

“Is it beautiful?”

I drained half my glass and said, “Would you like to see it?”

“Like you even have to ask.”

I hit several buttons on my phone and tilted the screen in her direction.

“Oh my God, I’m dead over the view,” she groaned. “Jenner, is that what you’re going to wake up to every morning?”

The first shot was of the living room, and the second was of the master.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Even though I’d viewed the house the last time Jo and I had been here and I’d already learned who she was, when the realtor had taken me into that bedroom, I couldn’t help but picture Jo in the bed.

The way the morning light would cast across her body as she woke up.

The way it would hit her tits as she rode me.

“Yes,” I answered.

She swiped the screen, her finger gently hitting my hand each time. “That bathroom, wow. That’s a tub I could soak in for days.” She paused. “How many heads does that shower have?”

“Ten.”

I’d stopped looking at the phone, now only gazing at her, watching her chew her lips, the temptation to pull them from her teeth so fucking strong.

When she stopped flipping through the shots, she looked up.

Inhaling loudly when she realized my eyes were already on her.