Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 9

LYDIA

Hayden placed his jacket over my shoulders and snaked his arms around my waist.

"I won't let you push me away." He kissed my cheek.

"Hayden, you can't be the man I live out my life with."

He turned me around in his arms. "Why, because I know you're a stripper? Get that shit out of your head. I see beyond the stripper. You want to better yourself. You have goals and aspirations. I love your work ethic. Working to pay for school. Nothing's wrong with that."

I smiled. "Hayden, I don't work to pay for school. I have a full scholarship. I work to pay my father's medical bills. My father became ill after my mother passed away. He has a rare blood disease. He hasn't been able to work."

His smile was bright. "You're a saint! See, I'm an excellent judge of character."

His lips fell against mine. "You are going to be the one woman to steal my heart."

"Hayden, please. I'm sure you've been in love before."

"Nope, I haven't. I had a girlfriend for a split second in high school. Long enough to go to prom. I liked being single until I met you."

"Come on, let's go inside. Hayden, we can hang out. I don't have to be your girlfriend. I told you that won't get you, my virginity."

Hayden sat on the couch, pulling me down onto his lap. "If you want to keep lying to yourself, go right ahead. You want me to be your man." Hayden pulled me closer.

Lifting my tank, his tongue circled my nipple. "You were meant to be mine."

Hayden's jacket fell to the floor as my fingers slipped through his medium length black hair.

Hayden stood with me in his arms, walking toward my bedroom.

He laid me on the bed, hovering over me. "I'll be right back. I'll put the food away."

I sat up against the headboard, wondering what I was doing with Hayden. Why did I tell him I didn't need to be his girlfriend? He was the man I wanted to be with. He liked me for who I was. I loved that about him.

Hayden stood before me, undressing down to his blue boxers. He laid his clothes on the chair in the corner of my room. His chiseled, tanned chest was what I wanted to touch at that moment. Hayden pulled back the comforter, climbing into bed with me.

"I've dreamed about holding you in my arms."

My head rested against his shoulder and my hand massaged his chest. Yeah, I was in heaven. "Hayden, was this your intention, to come over and spend the night?"

"No, but once I read your text, then heard your voice. Yeah, I needed to see you, be with you, hold you in my arms. You're mine, Lydia. You are the first woman I've wanted to sleep in the same bed with and it not involve sex."

"Hayden, you're only interested because I'm a virgin."

"Lydia, you're not my first virgin."

"Who was your first?"

His fingers circled my clit faster. "Hayden. Hayden," I shouted in pleasure.

His mouth covered mine, capturing all of my shits and fucks as I came all over his glorious hand. Fuck, he was right. He was going to desecrate me. I wouldn't ever desire another man.

I watched as Hayden again licked my cream from his fingers.

"No man can ever have this pussy. It's mine."

There was a darkness behind his eyes. "Lydia," he growled.

"It's yours, Hayden."

That single strand of hair dangled between us. My lips pushed upwards against his. I turned, facing away from him. Hayden slipped his arms around me. My body fit against his perfectly. I slid his hand between my thighs.

"I love the way you make me cum."

His lips pressed against my ear. "I can make you cum all night."

"Yeah?" My pussy shivered against his fingers.

"Yup, beautiful."

Hayden and I dozed off at some point. He massaged my pussy a few times while we slept. His rock-hard dick rested against my back. I loved sleeping with him already. Maybe Hayden was the one.