A Beautiful Kind of Hope (A Beautiful Kind of Series Book 1) Read online

  Taylor Smith. What?

  The youngest billionaire in town the man who has every woman in town begging for attention... No, no, no. How is it even possible? This man has made sure it’s all about me, feasted on my pussy like he couldn’t get enough of me, dragging two intense, mind-blowing orgasms out of me with his sweet mouth and now he…

  “Hi,” he says smiling, interrupting my thoughts. He has that killer smile that is plastered on every single cover of the magazine and billboards in town. Damn it. How did my night become so…?

  “Hi,” I whisper trying to pull myself up from my laying position but he presses his hand between my breasts.

  “What’s your name?” he asks. I don’t know if he means my stage name or my real one but I settle for both.

  “Hope,” I say. “But when I’m working, they call me Butterfly.” Another rule has been broken but it seems I can’t form any reasonable thoughts with him this close not to mention the intense moment we’ve just had.

  “Pleasure meeting you, Hope.” He says before continuing. “I hope you don’t mind me calling you Hope.” I shake my head because I can’t seem to get my voice box to cooperate.

  “Good. I’m Taylor…” I cut him short.

  “I know who you are,” I say and I see that smile again, that side looped smile that has my tummy cartwheeling and my heart threatening to rip off of my chest, his hand between my breasts… I know he can feel my heart pounding so hard beneath his palm.

  He moves his palm in circles between the valley of my breasts as if to calm my heart, his eyes still on mine as I slowly calm down before moving his hand down my tummy, feeling my skin, and down south and resting them between my legs where he cups my pussy with his hand letting it linger there for a while, his eyes on me, scrutinizing and for a minute I wish I could tell what he’s thinking but when he removes his hand between my legs he wakes up and unbuckles his belt with his free hand, he unbuttons the button before unzipping his jeans. He tugs on his boxers and for a moment I think he’s going to pull his cock out but he doesn’t, instead he dips his other hand the one that was between my legs and I see it wrap around his cock and it hits me, hard.

  He just coated his cock with my wetness.

  “That feels much better.” He says, a smile tugging on his face.

  Holy crap! Taylor Smith just coated his cock with my wetness? It’s as if he needed that connection and now, my moisture is on him. His cock has my wetness all around it.

  A small chuckle escapes my mouth as I try to hide my face with my hands. He pulls my hands free and gazes down on me before he says.

  “Thank you Hope, for giving me the best birthday gift ever.” Something gets caught in my throat and before I can say anything he grasps my hands and pulls me up so I’m standing before him as he leans down releasing my one hand as he picks up my lingerie and the silk robe handing them to me. I dress as he watches me under the dim lights while he adjusts his pants buckling his belt and when we’re both done he leans in and plants a kiss on my forehead before walking out of the room, I’m left there wondering how my walls have gone down at the same time longing for a man who is way out of my league.

  Taylor

  The minute she stripped before me I fought the urge to touch her but she made it impossible not to as she rubbed her hard peaks on my stubble and straddled me. My dick almost exploded beneath my pants but I ignored it. I wanted to suck on her nipples, taste the hard peaks and get to know how they feel inside my mouth but I held back. I didn’t want to jump into something that would make her break the rules even when I wanted to break all those rules the minute I saw the wetness that was dripping between her legs not to mention her engorged clit.

  I wanted to tug her clit in between my teeth the minute I spread her wide open for me to do as I please. Her smell was intoxicating and I wanted to lick her, taste her, drink her as I buried my nose in her pussy. I really did try to get a hold of myself even when my body was screaming at me to make my thoughts real and just touch her.

  I try to shake these thoughts out of my head as I walk towards the bar where my friends are seated, indulging themselves in a bottle of whiskey. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I say when I see Leo looking at me with a questioning look. My adrenaline is everywhere. I want to go back there and take her home with me but I can’t. The thought of any other man having her the way I’ve had her has me getting pissed off and wanting to kill.

  One taste and I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to taste her again, and I did, over and over again until I was dragging an orgasm out of her and chasing after another one.

  “Don’t ask,” I tell the boys when I find them looking at me with concern. They all think it didn’t go well back there, I can’t tell them how fucking good it felt, lucky for me that I got to see her face as I watched her go over the edge trembling like a leaf. I swipe my tongue around my lips and I taste her, the intoxicating smell that I couldn’t get enough of. God, how did I get myself so fucked up like this? Right now, I’m not Taylor Smith I’m just a man who just got fucked so hard deep inside his head I just can’t tell what the hell just happened. Well I know what happened back there.

  Hope happened.