The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress

Grayson POVnovelbin

The party had been a disaster right from the start, but I hadn't expected anything less. Then Charlotte had gone and intentionally stepped on Flair's dress, causing it to tear and it had taken all I had to hold onto my self-restraint instead of doling out a few choice words towards my sister. If Flair hadn't been so calm, so dignified, I might have, but she remained gracious as ever and I carried her to the car, feeling protective and ensuring that nobody could see the rather luscious thong she was wearing beneath her dress that had been exposed because of Charlotte's nefarious intentions.

As I placed her in the limousine and climbed in after her, all I could think about was how gorgeous she looked tonight, how beautiful. My wife was unlike any other woman I had kept company with and suddenly I was overcome with l**t for her. I kissed her, feeling the sweetness of her lips, my hand touching the softness of her skin as the limousine began to drive. I couldn't get enough of her. Her eyes were like diamonds, they were so bright as they sparkled. Her hair was soft and silken as she sat on my lap, grinding slightly against me. I hitched in a breath, my arms roaming up and down her body, as she wrapped her arms over my shoulders and balanced on top of me, her lips becoming slightly swollen as we both pulled away with great reluctance.

Her legs parted to either side of mine, her dress bunching up above her waist. She looked dazed, licking her lips. My hand reached up to slide beneath what little remained of her dress, cupping the softness of her b****t. She wasn't wearing a bra, I noted with a wry grin, not that I was complaining. She gave a small cry, her head flinging back slightly. She was so responsive. I waited for her to tell me to stop, to wait, but she was just as eager, if not more than I was. I stroked her n****e with my thumb causing it to harden as she panted and writhed.

"Grayson" she whispered, and I looked her in the eye and then leaned forward, taking the jacket off of her, sending it down to the ground and pulling the dress off her shoulders, taking her b****t in my mouth and twirling my tongue as she shuddered and gasped in pleasure. My hand gripped her waist, my erection poking into her buttocks as she leaned into me.

"Ride me" my voice was hoarse and deep.

She was killing me. The feel of her body on top of mine was sending me into the throes of lust. The limousine continued to drive, the privacy screen in place. My driver remained oblivious to what was occurring in the backseat.

She blinked at me. My eyes gleamed. She was hesitant and I thought she might refuse, too shy perhaps, or maybe she wasn't used to the position. I almost groaned with disappointment. But then she reached down with one hand, her hand trembling slightly as she undid the zipper on my trousers, reaching in and gently pulling out my member, her lips parting slightly as she looked down at it. I leaned back slightly on an angle while she shifted, raising herself slightly higher. She had never looked more glorious. She bit her lip, while I slowly maneuvered myself into position, pushing aside her thong with my fingers. She lowered herself down onto my c**k, my eyes almost bulging at how good it felt, even as she tortured me slowly, lowering herself inch by inch, taking me in and pausing to adjust to the feeling before she would start again until finally, she was all the way down to the hilt while I gritted my teeth and struggled with my self-control. She was tight. So f*****g tight. It was a miracle I hadn't blown right there and then. She gripped my shoulders, her fingernails lightly digging into my flesh. She peered at me uncertainly, her breasts rubbing against my chest and making me groan.

"What do I do now?" she whispered, tentatively.

I smirked, my hands moving to cup her buttocks, "You ride me" I rasped, squeezing them.

She hesitantly raised herself slightly and lowered herself down. I gritted my teeth. She had no idea of how torturous it felt, how heavenly, her walls tightly clenching down as she lowered and then gripping before releasing as she raised herself up. She began to set the pace. She was slow at first and I suspected this might be the first time she had ever made love in this position. I used the opportunity to caress her sides and kiss her on the shoulders, the neck, and even part of her back.

If I could touch it, I did, loving the feel of her bare flesh beneath me, the softness. Every part of her was like a map that I wanted to commit to memory. Her breathing became shallow, her body began to move just a little quicker and I sensed she was close, my body began to rock up and down with her, causing her to gasp and moan, before I gripped her tightly around the waist, preventing her from moving too much and she screamed, her o****m ripping through her body and causing her walls to clench tightly down as I tensed and maintained my self-control.

"Grayson" she whimpered, as I continued to thrust inside of her, her body shining with sweat, my eyes narrowed as I met her's, "Grayson you're so deep" she sobbed.

I held onto her hips, thrusting in hard, as she rocked on me with a desperation and almost frenzied set of movements. I ground her against me and she made a strangled noise, before cumming again, causing me to stiffen and spill my seed into her. Damn. I collapsed against the seat, gently prying her off of me and moving her to sit opposite me as she tried to straighten her dress to no avail. It was well and truly destroyed I noted with a raised brow, bending to pick up the jacket and offer it to her. "Thanks," she said shakily, putting it back on.

I did the zipper back up on my pants, then reached over and grabbed her, putting her back on my lap. This time she sat sideways and she placed her head against my chest.

"I apologize if I stepped too far tonight," I said cautiously.

She looked at me surprised "If you're talking about what we just did, then don't apologize, I wanted to" she protested, causing me to grin "I have never done it in a moving limousine before" she said with a slight giggle as I chuckled "now I can say I have." I raised a brow "Who exactly are you going to tell?" I deadpanned.

There was a knowing look on her face "Well I do tell Rachel everything" she said teasingly, as she traced slow circles on my chest, above my shirt, "we do like to gossip with each other."

"Wife of mine," I said, capturing her hand and holding her gaze "Do you think perhaps sordid tales of bedroom activities should be kept out of conversation?" I asked.

She giggled "Well technically we weren't in the bedroom" she pointed out with amusement.

I gave a low growl, causing her to giggle louder, just as the limousine cruised to a stop. I blinked. We were back at home already. The privacy screen began to slowly pull down as the driver glanced over his shoulder.

"Mr and Mrs Oakes, we are at your home," he said, blatantly ignoring our disheveled state and Flair's crumpled dress and missing shoes.

"Thank you."

I quickly opened the door and stepped out, offering a hand to my wife, who stepped out, holding the jacket close together. I picked her up and she squealed, swatting playfully at me. "Grayson I can walk," she said and I shook my head.

"I don't want my driver seeing your underwear" I pointed out causing her to blush.

She snuggled against me. The driver tactfully grabbed her shoes from the car and her handbag, following behind me. He reached over and unlocked the door, placing the shoes and handbag just inside the entrance as I made a motion with my hands. "Have a good night Mr and Mrs Oakes" he said dipping his head.

I shut the door with my foot and Flair wiggled before I gently put her down. I scowled.

"Nobody is going to see me now" she pointed out reasonably.

I didn't care. I wanted to keep holding her. She reached for my hand. "I'm sleepy" she yawned "For some reason that party has taken it out of me" she added drowsily.

"The party or the s*x?" I snorted and she shoved me playfully.

"Both" she giggled, heading up the stairs with me.

"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?" I asked her as we began to strip our clothes off and get ready for bed.

Flair was thoughtful. "I might go to Rachel's and go over some designs. Besides I want to hear how her date went" she said with a grin "Maybe she got lucky with Timothy."

I groaned "If she did, spare me the details. I don't need to know my assistant slept with her" I said with a grimace.

She laughed and climbed into bed. I put on a pair of boxers and got in beside her. I kissed her on the forehead. "I might go to work early, so I won't be here when you wake up," I said tiredly "I need to catch up on some things." "That's okay," she said assuringly "I can handle it. If you need help..." she trailed off.

It was sweet of her to offer to come in and help but I knew she had her own business stuff to take care of. "I'll be fine. I might even press Timothy for details about his date" I growled, causing her body to start heaving with laughter. "Do you suppose that Charlotte will have her picture in the paper tomorrow?" she whispered.

"Considering the engagement party, I can't see why she wouldn't," I said shrugging as I pulled her in close and began to put my arm over her, my head nuzzling against hers "It's why they were there in the first place."

Neither one of us anticipated that the s**t would hit the fan the next morning, so to speak, or that we would unintentionally, anger my sister once again without our knowledge.