Billionaire's Caress

By: Sloan Storm


I won’t lie. I’ve had my fair share. Hell, who am I kidding?

It’s not even worth discussing.

And I’ll tell you, nine times out of ten, what starts out great usually fizzles almost as soon. Was Maddie any different? I sure as hell hoped so, but after the way we left things I had my doubts. While part of me was satisfied I’d gotten what I wanted, another part was leery and concerned I’d headed down a path with her that I hadn’t intended. Of course, the final outcome would depend on her decision, so to say I was curious about it would be putting it mildly.

After showering and getting dressed, I headed through the large revolving brass doors of the hotel and into the bright-yellow morning sunlight of Southern California. Aside from the women, I wasn’t particularly fond of the area, but as the sun warmed my lobby-chilled skin, I could at least say I understood the appeal. A little breeze, palm trees swaying, the whole bit. Beautiful damn day. Squinting, I looked to my left as Armando approached and open the door to the limousine for me.

Casting my gaze inside, I noticed two long, lean legs jutting out from the snug confines of a perfectly tight mini dress. I approached and as I did, Maddie leaned forward, gliding her nails along the leg closest to me until she reached her ankle. Hypnotized, I lingered as her fingertips stopped just above a black five inch heel to adjust a bracelet I’d never seen her wear.

So that’s how she’s playing this? All right, then. Game on.

Determined, I snapped my elbows, straightened my tie and headed inside. I entered the limo while Maddie returned her bent torso to an upright position. As she did, she casually brushed her hair to one side, exposing her neck and the rest of her ensemble to me.

I think the fact we’d already been together made my first full look at her all the more difficult. The dress she wore hugged every single inch of her curves. Full tits, narrow waist and shapely hips, all there for the taking. She was the most utterly feminine thing I’d ever seen and I had half a mind to bypass whatever small talk we might muster and fuck her right there in the parking lot.

Goddamn if my mouth didn’t water.

“Good morning.” Maddie said, as I slid into the seat next to her.

Placing my hands on my kneecaps, I smiled a bit and nodded at her but didn’t speak.

“How did you sleep?” she purred. “Well, I hope?”

“Like a baby,” I replied.

As I spoke, her left hand snaked its way to the middle of my right thigh. With her fingers spread, she reached down towards the inside of my leg and began to make her way up the length of it. I felt my cock twitch and threaten to fully engorge if I didn’t put a halt to the proceedings. Reaching down, I swallowed the top of her hand with the palm of mine, stopping her in place. I turned to look at her and faced my final hurdle to overcoming an unbridled pre-flight romp.

Her damn eyes.

Those aquamarine beauties twinkled at me with clear intent. Pulling out all the stops, eons of evolution threw everything it had at me through her. Battling overwhelming urges, I sensed it wanted to bend me to its will, break me and put me under the spell of this slinky vixen, for good. I steeled my resolve, removed her hand from my thigh and with a bitter swallow placed it back in her lap.

“I’m sorry,” she replied as she looked away. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Women. Now what?

“Don’t worry about it,” I began with a nonchalant tone. “If I didn’t have to climb the stairs to my jet with a raging hard-on, I wouldn’t have cared. Bad timing is all.”

As I finished, I turned to make eye contact with her and reinforce my point. She glanced back at me, a soft smile budding on her face.

“Okay,” she replied. “Some other time then.”

I nodded. After the way things ended last night, this sure as shit wasn’t the greeting I expected. Not that I minded, of course. But still, I had to get the subject off our private parts and onto a topic more palatable to the general public.

“So, have you reached a decision?” I asked. I fully expected she’d come to her senses after that ridiculous outburst last night. She had it all wrong, but it’s hard to convince someone of something they don’t want to believe. Anyway, none of that mattered, I was sure she’d come around to my way of thinking.

“Yes. I have. But, I have a counteroffer if you’re willing to listen.”

I wrinkled my brow in surprise at her resourcefulness. A counteroffer, eh?

“Sure,” I said with a smile. “Go ahead.”

She spent the next few minutes explaining that while she appreciated my offer and wanted more than anything to grow her business with my help, she was uneasy giving up ownership.

I get that.

Exactly zero of all entrepreneurs want to part with a piece of their baby.

I should clarify… they all start out that way.

As time goes on and money runs short, which it always does, they change their tune. In the end, they pay a premium for my help because by the time they come back to me, I usually wind up with even more equity. It’s an unfortunate axiom for startups, a fundamental truth, and the equivalent of gravity in the business world. So I was willing to hear her out. But if it meant still investing without ownership, I’d need a pretty fair sweetener.

Glancing at my watch, I nodded as she finished speaking.

“Okay, well, we’re going to be at the jetport soon. What’s your proposal?”

Maddie nodded as she summoned the confidence she needed to deliver her pitch.

“All right, I’d like to have you loan me the money, instead.”

I nodded. “A loan, huh? What are you gonna use for collateral? In your situation, the only way I’d consider it is if you had a book of receivables. I’d give you a loan against them but since you don’t have any clients aside from me, that isn’t possible.”

Maddie nodded as a big grin came to her face. Smiling, she turned towards me and grasped my forearm with her hand. “But that’s where you’re mistaken. I do have clients.”

“You do? Since when?”

“Since this morning,” she said. Next she leaned away from me and with a look of surprise on her face, she continued, “What? Do you think you’re the only person I sent a proposal to when I started this whole thing? I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire.”

I chuckled. That was cute. “Oh, do you now? Are you getting the money up front?”

“No, I had to give them terms to get the deal. The only reason I got yours up front was…”

I nodded. “… Katy. Right.” I had to admit she impressed me, yet again. As the limo pulled onto the tarmac, I continued, “So you got these on your own, huh?”


“Okay, what are the terms on your deals?”

“Net 60.”

The brakes on the vehicle whistled as the car stopped in front of my jet.

“Yeah, okay,” I began. “Tell you what… send me the details of the contracts you’ve landed. If they’re big enough, I’d be willing to help you with a loan.”

Her eyes widened and she leapt across the seat, hugging me.

“Oh thank you!” she squeaked. Leaning away from me, she pulled her hair behind her ears. “And I promise, I won’t let you down.”


Armando opened the door and as he did a rush of wind carrying the sweet smell of jet fuel spilled inside the limo.

Grey looked at me and smiled. “Okay, I need to get going.”

Returning his smile, I sat up, slipped my hand behind his neck and pressed my lips against his. We kissed for several seconds, while in the background the steady whine of jet engines served as an irritating reminder this would be the last time we’d be together for a while.

When at last his lips separated from mine, Grey straightened his tie and said, “Oh yes, I forgot to mention something to you… about the arrangement.”

Still in a haze from his kiss and only half-listening, I nodded. “Okay?”

“I’ve instructed Armando to take you to Beverly Hills or Bel Air to find an apartment to live in. Those are the areas I’d prefer.”

I shook my head, not sure I’d understood what he meant. “Wait, so you want me to find an apartment for you to stay in when you come to LA?”

“No,” he replied, expressionless. “It’s for you. You’ll be moving but yes, when I return, I’ll stay there as well.”

My palms went clammy and grabbing the edge of the car seat, I pushed myself into an upright, attentive position.

“I’ll be moving?” I scoffed. “Why would I do that and why do you think you get to command me to do so? I like living with Katy. She’s my best friend.”

“Because I say so. That’s part of the deal. To handle high end clientele, you need to live a lifestyle congruent with it.” With a dismissive wave of his hand, he continued, “Your current living situation is untenable. Think of it as a last minute addendum. One that’s non-negotiable.”

My mind clouded. “But Grey, I can’t possibly afford… ”

“You don’t have to,” he began, cutting me off. “I’ll pay for it. It’s not part of what you’ll owe me.”

Finishing his thought, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“Congratulations again. I’m looking forward to a long relationship with you. I’ll be in touch once I get the receivables we discussed.”

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