All Chapters of Heating Up The Billionaire's Sheets: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I touched my thumb to her swollen lips, just looking at her, naked beneath me at last. "We don't have to do this tonight, Will," she said gently. "We can just enjoy each other—" My already stiff cock in hand, I slapped her pussy lips with it. Her eyes fell closed. She let out a breath, her head turning to the side as her hips bucked. Nothing meant more to me right then than knowing she would end this miserable night in my arms. Tomorrow morning I would wake up to her beautiful face and as many other mornings as she was willing to give me. Right now though, I needed my dick inside her. "Believe me, I plan to enjoy you thoroughly," I said, touching the head of my cock to her entrance before spreading her wetness all over her clit. "Just have to give me the magic—" "Fuck me, Will," she demanded, her voice confident and needy. With a smirk, I watched the gentility she showed me earlier go up in flames as I slapped her pussy with my dick one more time before plunging into her

"Dammit Olive, I told you you couldn't handle work and business school at the same time," Will snapped. "That's it, you're done. Until you can put a degree in my hands—" "Billy, don't be that way," Olivia whined, throwing her arms around his neck. "It's just a small, teensy, little snag."They were so cute together. Sometimes I thought Will couldn't stand Olivia and that he was desperate to get rid of her. Then I saw the way he put up with her screw ups and my heart melted. It reminded me of Britney and I once upon a time. "Oh, it's small alright," Will thundered, yanking her arms away from his neck. "Olive, you had one job. Britney's the face of a billion dollar airline. She can't make an ad for it wearing that. What happened to the air hostess uniform I asked for?" "This is cuter!" I couldn't help snickering at their back and forth, earning me a glare from Will. Parting the sheet around me slowly, I flashed Will the one piece red sw

Pain in the ass of a woman. Something was wrong with her. She bolted right out of my arms first thing in the morning after I spent the night with her, fully clothed mind you. A lot of bullshit about getting to the shoot on time. Then she spent all day avoiding eye contact with me. Her agent Macy cut me off with an emergency (chick code for fuck off) literally every time I tried to approach her. If I didn't have the ego and confidence of a king, I'd swear Britney was avoiding me. In all the time I'd known her, she'd never looked so uncertain of anything as she did when she looked at me this morning. "Olive, what are these?" I asked, pointing to a set of photos of Britney in a two piece silver bikini. "Something to take to bed tonight. From the looks of it, you've pissed off the real thing. Plus I still think—" "Leave. Leave now." I warned, glaring at Olivia as she pushed my buttons. Olivia raised her hands

"I can't believe I let you talk me into coming here looking like this," said my frustrated vixen, wrapping my suit jacket around her as we took our seats in the helicopter. "You talk a big game, but I see you whiffing my scent like it gets you high," I shot back with a flirtatious smirk. Her face flushed and she shrugged her shoulders, tucking her chin into the jacket. Sliding in under the jacket, I laid my hand on her thigh. Tensing for a second, she laid her head on my shoulder and wrapped both of her arms around one of mine, stealing a peek up at me. My eyes zeroed in on her lips, swollen from the make out session we had in my car. The elephant in the room had not been acknowledged since. Still not sure what exactly I wanted from tonight, I looked away, determined to give her the romantic night I had planned, if nothing else. "You're missing out on the view," I said, knowing how mad women went for shit like this. "I like this view

The image of Bianca, wrapped up in sheets in my bed, was seared into my brain. We had to leave the train and its comforts behind early to get on a helicopter so that I wouldn't be late for work. When we arrived at my home, she unceremoniously walked the halls of my mansion like she owned the place, demanding to be led to bed. It took immense willpower to leave her behind as she rolled herself up in my sheets.Of course she was grumpy and half asleep all the way to bed, so that certainly helped. Remembering how incredible it was to wake up to someone I cared about, just knowing she was in my home, still had me grinning. I hoped that she'd still be there when I got home tonight. "Getting rid of Britney, even if we weren't on the verge of launching, just became out of the question," said Harmon, rushing into my office with his tablet in hand. He shut the door and handed the tablet to me. The headline of the article read: Will Hunter dating Britney O'Pr