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  AT YOUR BECK AND CALL: Part 2 (Billionaire / Alpha)

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  Ursula Istrati

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  Ursula Istrati on Kindle Direct Publishing

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  Copyright 2014 by Ursula Istrati

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  AT YOUR BECK AND CALL

  Part 2

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  Lizzie woke up feeling refreshed, and in a better mood than she had been in for a long time. Her body felt deliciously satisfied after her evening with the gorgeous billionaire, Richard Moncrief, the night before. She smiled to herself as she replayed the evening’s events again in her mind.

  She couldn’t believe the difference between seeing a man like Richard, and the boys she had tried to date in the past. Richard had done some deliciously sexy things to her, and had handled her expertly. She was getting turned on again already just thinking about him.

  As she rolled out of bed and into the kitchen to make some coffee, she knew the first thing she had to do was call her best friend, Rachel, and give her all the gossip.

  Rachel answered her phone after three rings, as Lizzie stirred her fresh coffee in her mug.

  “Hey! So, tell me everything!” Rachel said with excitement.

  “First of all, thank you so much for talking me into going last night,” Lizzie said.

  “It was that good, huh?”

  “It was amazing! He was amazing! I’m still grinning ear to ear just thinking about it,” Lizzie laughed. “He actually rented out the entire bar just so we could have a drink alone. Can you believe that?”

  “Well that seems a bit overkill, but ok,” Rachel said, teasingly.

  “Maybe it was, but he can overkill whatever the hell he wants as far as I’m concerned. Rachel, he was seriously the hottest man I’ve ever met.”

  “And? Did you go back to his hotel room?”

  “Haha, yeah he somehow managed to lure me up to his penthouse suite,” Lizzie said, blushing.

  “And?!? Stop making me pry this information out of you! Spill!”

  “And wow. It was the best sex I think I’ve ever had in my life. He was so dominant and sexy, and I just let myself go. It was so hot.”

  “Score!” Rachel cheered. “So, when are you seeing him again?”

  “Well, I’m not sure if I am,” replied Lizzie.

  “You don’t want to? Are you crazy?”

  “I would love to see him again, but we didn’t really make any more plans, and he never even asked me for my number.”

  “Really? What happened when you were leaving? Did he say anything at all?”

  “I was just trying to play it cool, yeah know? When we were done, I tried to do the whole, sexy, empowered woman thing, so I just thanked him and left.”

  “You didn’t spend the night or anything?

  “Nope, just left when we were done.”

  “God, Lizzie, you just keep surprising me, playing all coy seductress,” Rachel joked.

  “I don’t know what to do, though. Should I call him? I mean, the thought of never getting laid like that again is kind of horrifying.”

  “You should probably give it a few days? If you rocked his world as much as he rocked yours, he’s bound to come crawling back for seconds.”

  “You’re right, I should keep playing it cool.”

  “There you go. Alright Hun, I gotta run, but let me know the second something happens!” Rachel said.

  “Will do.”

  Lizzie hung up the phone, and took another long sip of coffee. She knew she was going to have a hell of a time trying to distract herself today to stop from emailing Richard. She would just have to think of other things.

  After failing miserably at the Saturday morning crossword puzzle, and her half-assed attempt at the daily Sudoku, she reached for her laptop. She would just quickly check email and browse the news, she promised herself, as the laptop buzzed to life. She would not email him!

  She held her breath as she watched the loading screen of the dating site that she wasn’t supposed to be signing in to. As the inbox finally popped open, she gave a little squeal of glee when she saw she had an email already from Richard.

  Flying to Italy for a couple days for business, and I could use some company. Wanna come with?

  Her smile grew even bigger than she thought was physically possible, as she read his message. This guy is way too good to be true, she thought to herself.

  Before she could even begin second guessing herself, she replied to his email with a resounding yes and within five minutes, he had replied again.

  Send me your address and cell number. I’ll pick you up tonight. Be ready to go at 7.

  Lizzie responded to him so fast her fingers hurt, as she sent him all the information he needed. The furthest she had ever been out of the country was a weekend trip to Montreal, and Canada just didn’t really feel enough like actually travelling abroad.

  Grabbing her phone, she quickly texted the news to Rachel, who practically burst at the seams from excitement.

  After spending the entire day packing and repacking her suitcase, with a gnawing uncertainty of how people dress in Italy, she finally resigned herself to looking like a fish out of water wherever she went. She zipped her suitcase up and set it by the front door of her tiny apartment, before sitting down on the couch to wait impatiently. She couldn’t believe she was crazy enough to fly off to another country with a guy she only just met, but how could she say no to a man like Richard?

  At 7PM on the dot, her phone buzzed on the coffee table, and she read the message from him telling her to take her suitcase up to the roof of her apartment complex.

  Perplexed, she reread the message. She almost texted him back for clarification, but decided she would try to just have a little faith, and hauled her suitcase up the three flights of stairs.

  As she climbed the stairs, she could hear a roaring sound getting louder. When she opened the door to the roof, she was bombarded with noise. Hovering directly above the roof of her building was a helicopter, and sure enough, Richard Moncrief was sitting in the cabin grinning at her.

  The helicopter touched down gently, and Richard propped open the door, waving at her to hurry up and climb in.

  Trying to wipe off the expression of shock on her face, she lugged her little suitcase over to the waiting helicopter and clambered in across Richard’s lap to the other open seat.

  “I can’t believe--” she began, trying to yell over the noise.

  Richard pointed out the headphones and mouth piece, gesturing for her to put them on before trying to talk. Lizzie smiled giddily, and put the headphones on.

  “Hi!” She said into the mouth piece.

  “That’s better,” he replied.

  “I can’t believe you just had a helicopter land on my roof.”

  “It was the fastest way to get you to the airport,” he grinned wickedly.

  “Oh, are we late for the flight?” She asked, checking her watch.

  “No, the jet will leave whenever I tell it to leave. I was just eager to have you with me.”

  “Oh…” she blushed prettily.

  “How do you like the view?” Richard asked, poi
nting out the window as the helicopter lifted into the air and began flying over the city. Lizzie stared out at the skyline in wonder. It was getting dark enough that the lights of the city were all starting to turn on and twinkle, and the sky was a dark orange blending into deep blue.

  “The city is so beautiful from up here. I’ve never been in a helicopter before.”

  “It’s definitely my favorite way to see New York.”

  “So I’ve just gotta ask,” she said, turning back to him with a smile.

  “Shoot.”

  “Do you actually do this sort of thing a lot?”

  “Which part, the jetting off to Italy?”

  “No, I mean the part where you just meet a girl and the next day, whisk her off on some insane trip.”

  “Ah, well, no…” he chuckled, as he placed his hand on her thigh, caressing her. “It’s not something I would normally do, but it can be a long, boring flight, and I thought it would be nice to have a little in-flight entertainment.” He winked at her cheekily, as she laughed.

  She turned back to look out the window as the helicopter began its descent towards the private airport outside of the city. There was a jet waiting on the tarmac, with a red carpet leading from the runway to the stairs leading up to the door.

  Lizzie smiled widely at him, as excitement bubbled wildly through her.

  “Have you ever been?” He asked.

  “Been where?”

  “To Italy.”

  “Oh, no, the only other country I’ve been to is Canada,” she said, blushing in embarrassment.

  “Well, I’m going to fix that,” he grinned.

  The helicopter pilot landed safely on the ground, and Richard opened the side door. He climbed out first, and then helped her out, and grabbed her bags for her.

  A man in a suit and tie hurried over from where he had been waiting by the jet.

  “Monsieur Moncrief, do you have everything you need? Here, let me take those bags for you,” he said. His polite manners and eagerness to help reminded Lizzie of an old fashioned butler.

  “Thank you, Jean-Pierre,” Richard said, not bothering to introduce them.

  “Mademoiselle Lizzie, I hope you have a lovely flight, and enjoy your trip to Italy,” Jean-Pierre said to her, with a gracious smile.

  “Thank you very much!” She replied cheerfully.

  Richard led her to the air stairs, and helped her up into the jet. She turned to thank him, but he had already gone back down to have a few words with Jean-Pierre. She supposed a man like Richard would have to have employees that took care of all the menial details of travel and everyday life.

  “Welcome aboard, Miss,” a plain stewardess said, pulling her attention back to the private jet in front of her.

  “Thank you,” she said. “Where should I, uh--”

  She lost her train of thought as she stepped fully into the private plane. Her jaw practically fell to the floor, as she looked around at the luxury on full display. The interior didn’t even look like an airplane. There were plush leather couches, a couple of giant armchairs, a full bar, a huge widescreen TV, and a door leading to what looked like a hotel suite in back. The only hint that this was in fact a plane was the airplane seat belts peaking out of the cushions of the couch.

  “Please, make yourself comfortable, Miss,” the stewardess said from behind her.

  Lizzie plopped down on one of the couches, and sighed happily as she sank deep into the soft, buttery leather cushions. She could get used to flying like this, she giggled to herself.

  Richard suddenly appeared in the doorway of the jet. He gave her a gorgeous smile as he shrugged out of his trench coat and handed it to the stewardess.

  “Making yourself at home?” He asked, grinning at her.

  “This couch is so comfortable,” she said admiringly.

  “Can I fix you a drink before we takeoff? What would you like?”

  “Oh, um, how about a vodka martini?”

  “One martini, coming right up,” he said, as he rolled up the sleeves of his black cashmere sweater.

  Lizzie stared at him, appreciating the magnificent view. Now that he had taken off his trench coat, she saw he was impeccably dressed, unsurprisingly. His dark charcoal slacks complemented his black sweater perfectly. His look was completed with a pair of black Ferragamo loafers, and a beautiful Rolex watch. It was such a simple and elegant outfit, and it clearly showed his taste.

  “Here you are,” Richard said, as he turned back towards her with two martinis in his hand, handing one over to her. He then sat down on the couch next to her.

  The sound of the airplane door locking shut startled Lizzie, reminding her that she was in fact still on a plane, and not in Richard’s living room.

  “So how have you been?” Richard asked.

  “You mean since you saw me last night?”

  “Yes,” he grinned wickedly.

  “I’ve been quite good, thank you for asking,” she giggled.

  “I hope you enjoyed our evening together.”

  “Oh, yes, I definitely did,” she said, blushing.

  “Good,” he said, as he let his hand lightly land on her thigh, caressing her softly.

  Lizzie felt a shiver course through her at his light touch. He gave her goose bumps all over, and the thought of the night before was making her very wet.

  “So how long is the flight?” She asked, breathlessly, as she focused on the sensation of his fingers trailing a path of delicious tingling across her thigh.

  “5 hours to Naples, and then a quick boat ride to the island of Capri.”

  “You have business in Capri?”

  “Not really, I might have made up an excuse to get you on my plane,” he grinned.

  Lizzie stared at him with passion in her eyes, wanting any attention he would give her. He pulled her hard into his arms, crushing her body against his as he took her mouth in a deep breathless kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth hotly, making her legs go weak. She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to take as much of him into herself as she could.

  He kissed her roughly, abusing her lips with his own. He nibbled her bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth to suck. Lizzie couldn’t believe how quickly he could bring out such passion and need in her. She kissed him back deeply, giving herself to him completely.

  As he kissed her, his hands began exploring her body, wanting to memorize every curve. He lifted her up as if she was as light as a feather, and pulled her into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. He tore his mouth away from hers, panting against her skin, as his mouth traced a line over her jaw and down her neck. Lizzie whimpered softly as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers down her body. She held his head against her, not wanting the kisses to stop, as she arched her hips against his cock, feeling him harden through her jeans.

  “I need to taste you so badly,” he groaned against her. Richard kept her wrapped around him as he stood up from the couch and carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her down onto the bed, against the soft covers.

  Lizzie got up on her knees on the bed, and pulled him closer, so that she could kiss him again.

  He lifted her shirt off over her head. He unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the floor, while his hands squeezed her breasts roughly. His fingers found her nipples, already taut, and he pinched them as his tongue slid against hers.

  Lizzie’s hands moved down his chest slowly. She slid her fingers along the top edge of his slacks, dipping them under the fabric, taunting him.

  “These need to come off,” she said, smiling as he continued kissing her.

  She unfastened the button on his pants, and pushed them to the floor with his boxers. She broke away from his kiss to look down at his huge cock, jutting towards her, as her hands slowly inched their way up his thighs to caress it. She tentatively ran her fingers up the length of his shaft, and his head fell back in a moan.

  Lizzie looked back into his eyes. He kissed her deeply, wanting her to
feel the passion within him as she touched his cock.

  “Lay back, love,” he said.

  As she settled back on the bed, he pulled her jeans and panties down past her feet, letting them pile on the floor. He shuddered as he took in the sight of her gorgeous, young, nubile body, fully exposed for him.

  His eyes followed her hand as it slid down her body towards her pussy, and she spread her legs, parting the folds of skin to give him a perfect view of her glistening wet slit. She began rubbing her clit, and her hips arched up in pleasure.

  Richard knelt down at the edge of the bed, and rested her legs on his shoulders. He began slowly kissing and licking her calves, first one side and then the other, still watching as she played with her clit. His lips teased her, as he kissed higher up one thigh, then stopping to switch to her other thigh, each time kissing slightly closer to her center.

  As he watched her slide one finger deep inside her, he couldn’t handle teasing her any longer. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up, pulling her down the bed right to the edge, bringing her pussy right to his mouth and making her move her hands away.

  He kissed softly along one side of her pussy, right at the top of her thigh, and repeated the kisses on the other side. Lizzie held her breath as he paused, waiting for him to give her more. Suddenly, she felt his hot tongue slide from her entrance, slowly moving all the way up to her clit. She moaned loudly as his tongue rubbed against her tiny swollen peak.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he whispered against her flesh, making her shiver.

  He buried his face in her pussy, circling her clit with his tongue, letting it slide back and forth, and then taking the tender flesh in his mouth and sucking, shooting bolts of ecstasy through her body. Her back arched, as he took her higher with his tongue. He could feel her thighs pressing against his head, gripping him firmly, and he groaned against her.

  Turbulence hit the plane, and the rocking vibrations of the jet only heightened Lizzie’s passion.

  As he sucked and licked her, he slid one finger deep inside her tight slit, flexing it and rubbing against her G-spot. Lizzie’s head fell back in rapture, delirious from the sensations coursing through her body. Her muscles tensed as she got closer to the edge.