Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

MARAT
I licked my bottom lip, watching her throat work as she swallowed down a lungful of air.
She shivered.
Involuntarily?
Maybe. I wondered if she was cold. Unlikely since the temperature inside the club seemed to be comfortable. A relief from the sweltering heat of the Neon City.
Maybe she trembled for a different reason. Maybe she was suffering from the same primitive desire I felt burning in my veins for her.
I fucking hoped so. My pulse raced as I watched her tremble a second time. Fuck. Would she shiver like that when I undressed her? I bet I could make her legs shake.
I bet I could knock her right off her feet.
Josef said something, and reality came crashing into my fantasies. We weren’t alone. If I saw her shivering, that meant others could see her too.
I wanted to cover her up. To warm her. Hide her. Make it so no one else could see any part of her.
The pulse at the base of her neck was racing. Those creamy topped tits of hers were rising and falling as her breathing increased. And my dick was harder than before.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Sorry, um, can I get you anything or do something for you, sir?” she asked.
I did not miss the way she placed the tray in front of her body. Like a shield. As if the small circle could somehow hide her from me.
“You know, I believe you can, Destiny,” I said, grinning widely.
“Josef, take a walk, will you? I need to speak with Destiny here about something alone.”
“Sure thing,” Josef agreed, standing up and walking away discreetly.
“Oh, I can’t do that,” she argued weakly as I rose to my feet, towering over her.
With my hand on her back, I pressed her forward, guiding her into the seat. I wanted her ass right where I’d just been sitting.
Something about having her sweet as fuck body on the same leather that I’d just warmed felt right.
She let out the cutest little squeak when I moved in beside her. Suddenly, I wondered what other noises my little Dumplin’ made when she got excited. Curiosity got the better of me and I leaned closer, pressing my leg up against hers.
I turned my body blocking her from view. I coveted this creature. That was rare, almost unheard of for me.
“Look, I am not sure what this is about, and I am sorry. But I’m already on thin ice with my boss,” she said, her pretty blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.
Goddamn. She was pretty. Really pretty.
I’d seen beautiful women. I’d had countless encounters with glamorous faces, perfect zero fat bodies with silicone enhancements. But I could not recall a single time that any of them made me feel this way.
There was something wholesome and entirely tangible about this woman. A quality of realness that I wanted for my own.
“This boss of yours, has he threatened or hurt you?” I asked, feeling my ire rise at the idea.
If someone browbeat or abused this precious woman, I was going to find out. And I was going to fucking gut them. It wasn’t even a question.
“What? No. But he is kind of a prick, and like I said, I’m on thin ice. I need this job.”
“Destiny,” I started. “Is that your real name? Never mind, it’s not important. What if I offered you a better job?”
“What? A job? Why do you own a hotel or a restaurant in town? Are you looking for waitresses?” she asked.
I watched her nose scrunch up adorably. She shuffled on the seat and her mouthwatering citrusy fragrance filled my senses.
I bit my bottom lip again. Fuck. This girl was so tempting. So damn sexy. I wonder if she knew it.
“No. I don’t own a restaurant and I’m not looking for a waitress.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“Where are you from?” I asked, her accent seemed familiar.
“Originally, I’m from New Jersey. But I’ve lived here for over a decade. Why do you ask?” she canted her head curiously.
“Jersey girl, I knew it,” I murmured.
Of all the luck.
“Yep. That’s me. Are you from New Jersey?”
“Not exactly,” I said. “But someone I care very much about is from there.”
“Oh,” she murmured, gaze dropping.
“Oh?”
“This person you care about, are they still around?”
“Sure. Married my brother, in fact.”
“Oh my god, that’s terrible. Your brother stole your girl?”
Sympathy replaced horror. Both passed over her face, and I couldn’t help it, I laughed. Relief showed next, and I was ridiculously pleased at the depth of emotion I read so easily in her big blue eyes.
When was the last time I even cared to take a deeper look?
“No! Not at all,” I told her truthfully. “The jersey girl I mention was always like a sister to me. Nothing romantic there.”
“Oh. Oh,” she said the second oh like she’d just discovered something or confirmed it.
I wondered what it was, but she was already saying something else, so I didn’t get to ask.
“So, was there something you needed? Because I really can’t take a break right now.”
“I like you, Destiny. You intrigue me.”
“Bullshit!”
She slapped her hand over her mouth two seconds too late to cover her snort.
She snorted. Actually snorted. How fucking cute is this girl?
I barked a laugh, my second of the night. I was just as shocked as she appeared to be. Embarrassment burned her cheeks, but I was already reaching up to pull her hand down from her mouth.
“Oh my god, that was crass. Sorry.”
She winced. Her body jerked like she’d been elbowed or something, but it wasn’t me. I hadn’t touched her. I frowned as she grabbed at her side and looked down at her torso.
“Don’t apologize. It was funny. And honest. But, uh, is something wrong?” I asked, following her gaze down her tightly wrapped body.
That fucking corset was a laced up bit of naughtiness. It made her look like a goddamn present. All hooks and ribbons, satin, lace, and peekaboo holes, revealing little swatches of pale skin.
Not to mention her glorious tits were practically spilling out of the thing. One wrong move and she’d have a wardrobe malfunction of epic proportions.
Part of me secretly wished for it. Another part of me feared it. Because if anyone else saw her naked flesh, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control my reactions.
My emotions were rioting all over the place. I wanted to rip the fucking thing off her sexy body and discover all her secrets for myself.
But I also wanted to take off my jacket, cover her up, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her sweet ass out of there.
Both options have merit.
“No, well, yeah,” she replied, biting her lower lip. “My top.”
“Your top?” I repeated like a moron.
“Listen, is your, uh, friend giving you a hard time?” she asked, gaze darting to where Josef had been sitting.
“I mean, I’m flattered you wanted to chat, but are you just one of those bored rich guys looking for a confidant or something? Or if you need, um, prescriptive entertainment, Enri at the bar is better suited to help⁠—”
“Are you asking me if I want drugs, Baby?” I asked, trying to hide my smile.
“No! I mean, no, of course not, but if there was something⁠—”
“I need something,” I agreed, my gaze still stuck on the creamy mounds of her breasts. “What’s going on with your top?”
And please can I help? I wanted to add, but I didn’t. I wasn’t a total fucking pig.
I watched as she raised her blue eyes to mine. I didn’t have a clue what was going on inside her pretty little head, but she was gazing at me intently before coming to some conclusion.
“Alright, I’ll tell you because we’re friends, and because, you know, I’m not like a prude or anything.”
“Of course,” I mumbled, not sure where this was going.
She nodded, then looked around, I assumed to make sure no one was watching.
“All frigging night long, the stupid under wire in this thing has been digging into my side boob, and I swear it’s trying to cut me open.”
She inhaled and those fucking tits jiggled, the corset pushing them so high I thought they might touch her chin. Then she exhaled roughly and winced again. Her pain made me forget my lecherous staring.
“What? Are you okay?” I asked, horrified at the thought of her being hurt, not to mention utterly baffled.
What the fuck was a side boob? Did she have more than the usual two?
I had no idea, but I was so on board with finding out.
“I just haven’t had a minute to fix it. But could you do me a favor? Just sit right like that,” she whispered, and I obliged, turning my body to shield her even further from unwanted eyes.
I watched, my eyes bulging out of my head as she reached into her cup and adjusted her tit.
Her whole fucking tit.
Glimpses of creamy pale skin and her dusky pink nipple filled my vision and I had to swallow down the drool that filled my mouth.
She sighed aloud, and it went straight to my cock. The sound was one of pure relief as she tucked the piece of metal back behind the fabric and rubbed the angry red spot on the side of her boob.
Side boob. Got it. Would it be wrong of me to ask if I could kiss it and make it better?
Probably.
Damn it.
Then she was back to lifting her tit and adjusting the fucking corset once more.
I went cross-eyed.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The woman was trying to kill me. She had a gorgeous body. Creamy, smooth skin, with just the right amount of jiggle. So soft and plump. Mouthwatering. Fucking perfect.
I wanted her even more.
“Dumplin’, you flash those tits at me again and I’m putting my mouth on them, I don’t care where we are,” I growled.
“Flash my tits? Oh shit. Wait—you’re not gay?” she asked, and my eyebrows went sky high.
“Gay? No, I’m not gay,” I scoffed.
Admittedly, it was not the first time someone made that assumption. I knew what I looked like. Tall, built, handsome, and dressed to the nines.
But no, I wasn’t gay.
“Oh my god, I just assumed that you must be gay cause you ignored the three hottest women here, and now you’re talking to me. Wait. Is there something wrong with the service?” she asked, flitting from one subject to the next so fast it was fascinating to watch.
“Okay, first⁠—”
“Oh, and I wasn’t trying to flash you or anything! I really thought, well, never mind what I thought. I just didn’t want the under wire to cut into my boob. I am really making a mess of all this. I’m sorry. I mean that, I am really sorry,” she blurted, speaking even more rapidly at the end.
Her Jersey accent was more pronounced as her stress levels maxed out. It was so fucking cute.
But I almost didn’t catch all of what she said, I was so damn distracted by the heaving of her chest and her hypnotic eyes.
“Okay, first,” I tried again slowly, seeing if she’d interrupt. “You don’t need to apologize, Destiny. You did nothing wrong.”
I placed my hand on the back of her neck, gently squeezing to reassure her. I needed her to understand I was serious.
“The service is fine, Baby,” I added.
She lifted those goddamn gorgeous baby blues to mine and nodded. Then, my sweet little temptation exhaled slowly, and her body seemed to relax against mine.
“Second, just so we’re clear, I’m straight. I have nothing against it. I think everyone should be free to pursue whatever makes them happy. I’m just not gay,” I said, stopping again to let that settle in her pretty little head.
“Third, I’m talking to you because I want to talk to you. And fourth—now, pay attention, Dumplin’, cause it’s the most important thing I’m going to say—you are the hottest woman here,” I told her.
I punctuated the statement with an extra squeeze before releasing my grip. Call me a caveman, but I needed her to get caught up with everything I was feeling.
And I was feeling caught between actual astonishment, pure carnal hunger, and absolute delight. My little Dumplin’ managed to surprise me at every turn so far, and that alone was worth the discomfort of having a hard on in tight pants.
She thought I was gay.
I shook my head. I knew what she was thinking. Why else would I chat her up? She was thicker than most of the other servers there. A little older, too. Not that she was old. She was my age.
She was probably thinking she wasn’t my type. That I was running some game on her.
But she was so fucking wrong.
Truth was, I didn’t even know I had a type till I saw her. Women of all sizes, shapes, and color came on to me all the time. I was a man who appreciated beauty.
I never picked, though. It was always the same everywhere I went. I’d walk in and the hottest women in the room flocked to me. But now I saw what I’d been missing.
Destiny was the sexiest woman in that place. No contest. I didn’t give a fuck what society said and fuck people who thought body-shaming anyone was okay. It wasn’t.
The tempting little morsel had me wanting to prove my heterosexuality right there. I wouldn’t mind bending her over the table and showing her how hard she made me. How much I wanted her.
“Sorry, oh, um, I am not sorry,” she said, correcting herself.
I hummed in approval. Good Girl. She remembered I said not to apologize. She was even hotter, following directions. I wondered if she would follow them in bed.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“That’s right. No apologies,” I murmured.
Unable to help myself. I reached up and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, relishing the softness of her hair between my fingers.
“I just don’t know what you want from me,” she said.
“How about we start with conversation and go from there?”
“Um, I’m sure you’re not used to being told no. But like I said before, my boss is in a mood, and I need this job. I can’t afford to give him another excuse to fire me.”
“Why is he in a mood?” I asked, curious.
She exhaled and shrugged. I cup her chin between my forefinger and thumb and tipped her face back to me. Not willing to confront my need for her gaze on me at all times, I simply stared and waited.
“Tell me,” I prompted.
“Well, I’ve been here about a year. It’s a really good run for someone like me at a place like this. But Mr. Royce has been getting kind of insistent and impatient. I imagine my days are numbered.”
“A girl like you?” I asked, canting my head as I waited for her to continue.
She looked embarrassed, but I wasn’t going to quit until she told me. Something about her just compelled me to want to know everything I could learn.
No, this was not my normal MO. But whatever it was that was different about her, it made me want things I never had before.
“Yeah, a girl like me,” she repeated, rolling her pretty blue eyes. “I don’t want to shock you, but I am not the typical Vegas cocktail waitress.”
“How do you mean?” I baited her.
“Oh my god, I’m short and fat, okay? And I turned thirty today, so⁠—”
I frowned, about to scold her.
Did she just—wait? What?
“Hey, it’s your birthday?”
“It is. Sorr—I mean, it’s no big deal,” she agreed, and blushed.
“Of course it is. I had mine a few days ago. Happy Birthday, Baby,” I said, smiling widely at the pure delight that registered in her eyes.
“Thank you.”
“As for that other stuff. Don’t talk about yourself like that, hear me? You look exactly how a woman should look. Fuckin’ perfect,” I growled.
She just sat there, staring at me like she couldn’t believe what I’d said. But I meant every word. She was fucking perfect, and I hated that she thought otherwise.
Sure, my past was filled with women like the ones she called hot, but I never limited myself to a certain type. I liked women of all shapes and sizes.
Contrary to her beliefs, Dumplin’ was just my type. Maybe even more so because even working in Sin City, she had an air of innocence I found breathtaking.
And I was greedy for more.