5. Leah

CHAPTER 5

LEAH

A s I follow the GPS directions to Jack's house, my heartbeat picks up.

This is crazy.

Wild.

I never go home with a guy I just met. Tonight, though, it feels so right.

So natural.

The GPS tells me to turn right, and I follow Jack's car up to a stone wall with a gate in the driveway. A security guard leans out of a small building and waves. The gate opens, and Jack's expensive convertible glides through.

I follow behind, feeling a little awkward. Does the security guard see a lot of women coming through these gates on Friday nights?

I shake my head. It doesn't matter.

I'm here tonight to have fun and cut loose. I don't care what else Jack does in his life; that's his business.

For once, I'm taking a page out of Taylor's book. And it's long overdue.

Hearing Jack talk about himself at dinner made me realize how boring I am, and I hate that. It's time to live it up a little before I die.

And what better way to do that than to accept a handsome billionaire's invitation to his home?

It's not like we'll ever see each other again after this since I've firmly declined his business offer. So in that sense, the situation is perfect.

I follow his car up the sloping driveway, past perfectly manicured gardens. At the top of the hill, we reach a literal mansion with a fountain in the middle of the driveway.

My jaw drops.

I've never seen anything like what I'm looking at now. At least not in person.

The house is easily the size of a small hotel, and it looks like it's straight out of a magazine. The two-story columns framing the entrance are as tall as trees, and the windows are large enough to show off the chandeliers hanging inside. It's opulent and beautiful and clearly very expensive.

Before I can even think about moving, Jack parks his car and walks around to open my door. He takes my hand and leads me up the steps to the front door. As he opens it, he gestures for me to go inside.

"Ladies first," he says with a smile.

I walk inside and gasp. The entryway is cavernous, with high ceilings and marble floors. The walls are lined with modern paintings, and there's a grand staircase leading up to the second floor. I'm not sure if I've walked into a house or a museum.

"Wow," I say, turning to Jack. "This place is amazing."

"Thank you." His eyes sparkle, and I flush all over. "I'm glad you like it."

He takes my hand again and leads me further into the house, our footsteps echoing. As we walk, I can't help but feel a little intimidated. This isn't my world, not by a long shot. But Jack seems at ease, like he belongs in this kind of luxury.

It's almost crazy, a house this big for one person. Then again, I bet he has loads of staff bustling around the place during the day.

Right now, though, it's quiet, no one in sight.

He leads me into a large living room with plush sofas and floor-to-ceiling windows. The view is breathtaking, and I stand there distracted by it while Jack walks over to a bar and pulls out two glasses.

"What can I make you?" he asks, looking over his shoulder.

"Um, just a vodka soda, please," I say, feeling a little overwhelmed.

He nods and mixes two drinks, then sits down on the couch next to me. We sip our drinks in silence, both of us taking in the view.

A sensual tension flows between us, and the heat in my core is building. I felt nervous driving here and then walking into the house, but now pure desire is taking over.

I've never been with a man as attractive as Jack. I don't think I've ever even set eyes on someone as attractive as him. And now here I am, the opportunity of a lifetime in front of me, my body aching to be pressed against his.

"Will you show me the rest of the house?" I put my drink down on a coffee table.

"Of course." Something like mischief dances in his eyes — or maybe it's purely that.

He leads me from the living room to a hallway and then out back. A deck leads down to an infinity pool that's been cut into the hillside, and the view is even more spectacular from here. The city sparkles at our feet, and the lights from the pool cast long shadows across the yard.

"Do you like to swim?" he asks.

"I do."

Maybe it's the alcohol. Or maybe it's how this whole night feels like something out of someone else's life. Either way, I feel free, capable of doing things I never have before. Things I never thought of doing.

Kicking off my heels, I undo my dress and step out of it. Jack's eyes are wide, his hands in his pockets as I walk toward the pool in nothing but my bra and panties.

I dive into the deep end, letting the cool water envelop me. Breaking the surface, I slick water back from my face and grin at him.

Except he's not there. He's gone.

Confused, I turn around to look for him. There's a splash, and a second later he pops to the surface right next to me.

"There you are," I say with a laugh.

"Here I am." He chuckles, swimming toward me in only his boxers.

We meet in the middle and it's like the collision of two stars. Our bodies press together, the water making our movements fluid and effortless. His body is warm against mine, a delicious contrast to the cool water surrounding us.

"God, you're breathtaking," he breathes, his hand finding my waist.

I slide my hands down his back, reveling in the hard muscles there. This man is paradise. Heaven.

And now that I'm here, I never want to leave.

His lips crash against mine, stealing my breath. I open my mouth to him, sinking into him, the kiss deepening.

A moan rises in my throat, and one of his hands finds my breast, squeezing it gently through my bra.

I circle my arms around his neck as he pulls me tight against his chest. His hard length brushes against my thigh, and I'm on fire.

I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want this guy, right here, right now. I almost don't know how to handle this desire, don't know what to do with myself.

His lips travel down my neck, and I tilt my head back, exposing myself to him. Inch by inch, he kisses down my body until his mouth finds my nipple. He sucks at it through the fabric of the bra, sending hot pleasure rippling through me.

It's easily the most erotic moment of my life.

I rake my hands through his hair as he slides my other breast out from underneath my bra and moves to the nipple. He nips at it, then circles it with his tongue, the pleasure making me writhe against him.

His hand travels down my side, slipping under the water. My whole body shudders as he finds my clit and gently circles with his fingers.

"You're so ready for me," he whispers into my ear, his breath hot and thick.

"Please," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. "I want you."

Without another word, he draws me out of the pool, down the walkway, and up the stairs. Our hands are all over each other, our lips coming together again and again as we walk.

Finally, after what feels like a decade, he leads us into a low-lit bedroom.

My hands go to his chest, which drips with water, and I use the droplets to trace down his rock-hard pecs.

Seizing my head, he brings me in for a kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes are darker than they were before. There's a predatory look in his eyes that sends a thrill through me.

We're standing here soaking wet, in nothing but our underwear, and I can't look away from his eyes. Something about them is so mesmerizing, so intense.

I slide my panties down my thighs, revealing myself. My bra is quick to follow, and finally I stand fully naked in front of him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Jack rakes his eyes down my body. Lust fills their hazel depths, and I start to tremble in anticipation.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he says, voice hungry.

"So are you," I whisper, touching his smooth chest.

I can't wait any longer. Hooking my fingers under the elastic of his boxers, I pull him closer. His hard cock presses against my stomach, and I can't stop the groan that slips from my throat.

Eyes still on me, Jack pulls his boxers down, stripping them from his body in one fluid motion. His hard cock springs free, the tip glistening.

Wrapping my fingers around his girth, I slowly pump him in my palm.

He's so thick, so hard, so hot, and I want him in me right now. But I also don't want to rush this moment.

Eyes closed, he groans in pleasure, and I'm desperate to hear more of it.

Getting on my knees in front of him, I kiss the tip of his cock, then lick him from tip to base, taking my time. Enjoying it.

His musk is strong and primal, setting fire to my insides, making me hungry for more. Opening my lips wide, I take him into my mouth. As I groan around his shaft, his hands find my hair and tangle the strands as I take him deeper and deeper.

He grows harder in my hands and mouth, swelling with need. His distinct taste coats my tongue, making my pussy clench with anticipation.

Suddenly, he pulls out and takes my chin in his hand.

"I want you," is all he says, and then he leans down and kisses me. Gently. Tenderly. It's so different from any other kiss we've shared, but it's even better.

Laying me on the bed, he kisses me hard, his mouth ravaging mine. I let out a needy mewl as he breaks the contact and, leaning back, reaches into a bedside stand and pulls out a condom. Eyes still locked with mine, he rolls it onto his length.

I bite into my smile. How did I end up here? If a week ago you'd told me I would be in Jack Leadsom's bed, I would have called you insane.

Moving down my body, he kisses my neck, down my chest, and across my stomach. His lips linger at my navel, and my hips buck in need, silently begging him to keep going. But he makes no move to touch me where I need it the most.

Finally, when I'm almost to the point of not being able to take it any longer, he slides down my body, kisses my hip, and then moves to my inner thigh.

"Please," I whimper. "Please, I need you."

His lips brush against my swollen clit, and I cry out from the sudden, quick pleasure.

"Please, what?" he whispers against my skin.

I've lost all sense of dignity, all propriety. I would get onto my knees and beg for him if I needed to.

"Fuck me," I say.

"I thought you'd never ask," he chuckles.

His finger slides inside me, and my body jerks. He pumps me slowly, getting me ready for what's to come.

"But you do have to ask nicely," he growls.

My body wants to scream it, to yell it, to beg for it, but I work to keep my voice soft and pleading.

"Please fuck me," I whisper.

"That's better."

He slides his finger out and positions his cock at my entrance.

Slowly, too slowly, he enters me. I push against him, trying to take him deeper, but he's slowly pulling back out. I stare him down, my gaze burning into his, and he stares back, enjoying how much he's driving me crazy.

Finally, he pushes all the way inside me, and my back arches as a moan flies from my lips.

In and out he slides, his cock stretching me to my limits. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper inside me. He's taking me almost to the breaking point, but I love it.

"God, baby," he groans. "You're so hot and tight."

He pushes in deeper and deeper, faster and faster, and every movement sends a new wave of pleasure through my body.

"Harder," I plead, knowing I probably can't take it any harder but still aching for it.

His powerful hips slam against me, and the bed frame shakes around us. I dig my nails into his backside, securing them in his firm ass.

He pumps deeper and faster. My whole body clenches around him, and the pleasure builds to the point that I'm arching my back and screaming.

My orgasm overtakes me, and I swear I go to another world. My body is on fire, and I scream and moan as he keeps going.

"I'm close," Jack growls. "God, Leah."

He pumps me one last time, his cock twitching as he finishes. I bask in the lingering pleasure for a few moments before he rolls off of me and we lay still, staring at the ceiling.

I feel like the air has been knocked out of me, like I've been run over by a truck. And it feels amazing.

"I want more."

I didn't even mean to say it out loud, but Jack props himself on his elbow and grins down at me.

"Don't worry," he says. "There'll be plenty of time for that."

His mouth closes over mine, and once again I'm lost to the rest of the world.