Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 15

"Hayden," she moaned.

I rolled over on my back, placing my hands on my face. I remembered I wasn't getting pussy anytime soon. Hopping out of bed, I ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower, then stood under the hot water. My hand slipped up and down my cock until I came. Now that I've tasted her pussy not sure how long I would be able to keep my dick out of it. If I wasn't exhausted early this morning, I would have eaten her pussy again. Fuck, I need to beat off one more time. The thought of how good she tastes was killing me. Throwing my head back, I stroked my cock continuously. A deep groan strained out.

I heard a knock at the door. "Hayden, someone is in the house!"

Shit, I forgot I told the chef to arrive at twelve thirty. I couldn't speak. I was almost there. My eyes opened, falling on Lydia standing on the other side of the glass.

"Hayden!"

"It's- the-chef," I grunted.

I never stopped stroking my dick. Lydia removed the night shirt, dropping it to the floor. She opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind her. Lydia removed my hand, replacing it with both of hers.

Her gray eyes burned into my blue ones. "I was selfish last night. You took care of me so good. And I didn't take care of you. I'm sorry," she stated in a low voice.

"Touch me, Hayden."

"No-Lydia."

Her hands stroked my cock under the water. Fuck, it felt good. No matter how much she begged me to touch her, I knew I wasn't in my right mind. Not only would I fuck her, I would cum inside her. My eyes roamed her perfect body as I came hard. My hand landed hard against the glass behind her. I pressed my lips against the top of her head. Lydia wrapped her arms around me.

"Hayden, we shouldn't sleep together. It's only going to get harder for you."

I didn't rebuttal this time. She was right. Lydia lathered soap all over my chest and back.

"I love your body," she smiled.

Weirdly, I stared at her. Not intentional. I was falling for her hard. I was worried how I'd behave the longer she was in my presence. Tasting her was not a good idea. I was tempted to watch her strip every night and take note of who touched her wrong, so I could fuck them up. Lydia pushed my muscled body under the water.

"Hayden, how long are you going to stare at me like we made a mistake."

My hands gripped her head as my forehead fell against hers. "We're fine, baby." My lips brushed along hers.

I stepped back, reaching for the liquid soap, lathering her body. "I was told we're going on a double date today."

Her smile was bright. "Yes!"

"Double date it is then. I love that smile."

Lydia pleaded with me to wear sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt. I agreed, but still wore a blazer. Normally, I bowled at my parent's mansion. I wanted to keep our date upscale, so I reserved a lane at the Painted Pin. Bryce and Karena were sitting on the leather sofa at our lane waiting for us. After Lydia and I grabbed our shoes, we then joined our party.

"Hi Bryce," she waved.

Bryce wore a faded red t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.

"Karena!" Lydia yelled, embracing her.

Karena wore a gray cropped long sleeve lightweight hoodie, dark jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was in a high ponytail like Lydia's.

"It's ok Lydia. There's a first time for everything."

She sat next to me, changing her shoes.

I leaned over, kissing her cheek. "Listen, Bryce is going to take shots at me, because he knows I really like you. Try to ignore it ok."

She rubbed my hand. "Ok."

Bryce wrapped his arms around Karena from behind, who laughed hysterically at something he whispered in her ear. I never asked Bryce about him and Karena. I decided to mind my own business.

After a couple of drinks, I felt relaxed. Lydia and her cousin could only have two drinks since they have to work later. I wish Lydia didn't have to work. I want the opportunity to get to know her. Our time thus far has been limited. If she worked a nine to five, we would have more time to talk. Hard to believe we've only known each other for one week.

We should probably stay out of each other's beds for now. I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I've never found a woman who made me want to throw caution to the wind to build a new life with her. Lydia is gentle and kind.

I hate she thought I wanted to buy her and actually treat her like a stripper. Or worse, convince her to quit her job, then dump her. She had every right to be concerned. There were men who would go back on their word, but I wasn't that guy. I wanted her off the pole. I wanted her to be my woman. Not sure what I would do if she didn't want to be with me. Selecting a ball from the ball retriever, I watched intently as Lydia threw her hands in the air after bowling a strike.

"Did you see that?"

I smiled, stepping closer to the lane. "Yes. You are a great bowler."

Standing on her tippy toes, she kissed my lips.

Scratch that. She wants to be with me. I will do everything in my power to make her see I'm the man for her.