Her Billionaire Landlord Page 4

  He smiles. “A chair on the board, maybe. But it was cheaper than you think. I know a few guys who know a few guys, and they waived the rest of the tuition. As for the room and board, well, you’ll be staying here.”

  I shake my head, but I can’t keep the smile from creeping in around the corners of my mouth.

  “You’re impossible, you know that?” I grin at him, stepping forward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

  He turns his face at the last second, making it a not-so-quick kiss on the lips.

  “However, as your landlord, I’ve got to tell you that we’ll have to come to an agreement about the rent.”

  I roll my eyes, but sink to my knees in front of his chair, running one hand up his thigh.

  “I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.” I bite my lip as I pull on his zipper.

  He smiles at me as he leans back, his hand behind his head. His eyes are pure lust, for all that his body language is easy and casual.

  I could almost get lost in those eyes if I didn’t want to get lost in him instead. Last night I didn’t get a chance to explore him. He spent all of last night tracing my curves with his hands, fingers, and cock.

  Now, though, it’s my turn to take my time. I fish his gorgeous cock out of his Tom Ford, purring in delight at the sight.

  “You must have heard this a thousand times, but you've got a big, beautiful cock, Vaughn.”

  He shrugs. “I don’t care about anyone else’s opinion. I’m glad you like it.”

  I glance up at him from under my lashes, biting my bottom lip.

  “I like it a lot,” I murmur, pressing it against the side of my face. I rub myself against it, feeling it’s warmth against my cheeks and lips.

  “Well, the feeling is mutual. I’ve never wanted something so much in my life.” Vaughn groans.

  I don’t have a good answer for that, so I just open my mouth and wrap my lips around the head of his dick. It’s salty, warm, not like anything I’ve ever tasted before, and wholly arousing. I can feel my pussy ruin another pair of fresh panties.

  I take him in both hands, working them up and down as I take more and more of him into my mouth, licking, slurping, and generally making a mess of his gorgeous manhood.

  “God, that’s good.” Vaughn groans, his hands tightening in my hair.

  “Holy shit, Vivi, I’m going to —”

  Vaughn’s urgent tone is the only warning I have as he trembles and twitches in climax. I back off of his cock just in time, not wanting to choke on the warm flood of his seed.

  I wasn’t expecting there to be so much, or for it to have such force behind it. Vaughn cums like a geyser, ribbons of it spraying across my lips and cheeks. I feel some of it dotting my hair and forehead, too.

  Without hesitation I put the head of his cock back in my mouth, sucking the last of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

  “Mmm,” I say as I swallow the dregs, savoring the taste.

  “Next time I want all of it.” I grin up at him.

  Vaughn is staring down at me with an amazed look on his face.

  A feeling of incredible satisfaction washes through me, along with extreme arousal.

  “Come on, boss. Take me to bed.” I say as I stand up, turning to head to the bedroom.

  “Yes ma’am,” he says with a grin.

  Epilogue - Two Years Later

  Vaughn

  As we walk into the building, I’m overcome with a strong sense of deja-vu. It takes me a moment to place it.

  It’s the musty carpet. Without a word I pull out some masks, passing one over to Vivi.

  “Mold in the carpets. It’ll all have to go, baby.” I say with a grimace.

  “It’s ugly, I’d want it gone anyway.” She knocks on the wall as we walk down the hallway.

  “The construction isn’t bad. Doesn’t sound like cheap plywood.” She smiles at me.

  It’s amazing how far she’s come in just two years. Vivi has a knack for, well, knacks. She picks things up quickly. Scarily quickly. She knew more about construction than I did by the time I was finished with the building where we met.

  That isn’t all she’s learned in the last two years, either.

  “Come on. Let’s find somewhere we won’t be disturbed, Mrs. Tremblay.

  “Vaughn, no. Come on.” She says with a laugh, struggling against me as I drag her into a nearby open doorway.

  “This could be someone’s home.” She protests, but I shake my head.

  “It’s not. I checked. The only people still living here are a retired couple on the bottom floor. Far, far away from us here.” I murmur the last word into her ear as I pull her against me. She twists in my arms, but all that does is line her ass up nicely against the swelling cock in my jeans.

  “Someone could be squatting,” Vivi says, her voice low, soft. Her protests are dropping as quickly as her panties.

  I slip my thumbs under the lacy thong she’s wearing and tug it down around her thighs, leaving it to slip down to her ankles on its own.

  “Vaughn, we have work to do,” Vivi says, but her voice is a breathy moan and her hands are already reaching back to fumble at my belt.

  I don’t even bother with that, just lowering my zipper and letting my cock spring free of my fly.

  “I don’t care. I need you. Now.” I growl, my teeth sinking into her ear, the side of her neck, her shoulder.

  She moans and bucks her hips, hands going out to brace herself against the wall. I press her flat against it, pinning her as I slowly ease the pre-cum slick head of my dick between her wet folds.

  “Fuck this pussy is so good.” I groan, her tight inner walls clamping down around me like a vice.

  “Mmhmm. Give it to me, Vaughn. Fuck me. Your wife needs her husband;’s big strong cock to put another baby in her.” Vivi groans, her words coming fast and filthy now.

  I had no idea when I met her that underneath the reserved exterior was such a wanton hellcat in the sack, but I thank my lucky stars every day and every night.

  Especially at night.

  “That’s right baby, pound me, pound me harder. Deeper. Come on, is that all you’ve got?”

  She braces herself against the wall, pushing her hips back against me. Throwing her ass back onto my cock even as I slam it into her with the reckless abandon of an afternoon quickie.

  “God yes, I’m going to cum —!” Vivi gasps, shuddering. I feel her pussy milking my cock, her body eagerly drawing the big load from my swollen balls, and I don’t even bother trying to resist.

  With a roar, I finish, thrusting hard and deep, bottoming out inside my wife. Her cries of pleasure turn to squeals as I thrust into her with enough force to lift her up onto her tiptoes, but my hands on her hips help her stay upright.

  “Oh, fuck.” Vivi whispers, her face flushed, bottom lip raw from being bitten.

  “What, baby?”

  “What if there is someone squatting here, Vaughn? We didn’t check!’ She scolds me, her face flushing an even deeper red.

  Outside of the bedroom — or the hallway, in this case — Vivi is still prim and proper and far too easy to embarrass.

  “Then they just got a show along with their free room. We’ll toss in dinner too, next time. Now come on, Mrs. Tremblay. We have another hour before we have to get the twins from Meredith.

  Vivi rolls her eyes at me, but the smile on her face tells me she isn’t really upset.

  It might not be the life she imagined, but it’s the life she needed.

  “Come on, Vaughn. We’ve got a lot of work to do with we’re going to stay on schedule.”

  I take her hand, giving it a squeeze.

  It’s not the life I imagined.

  But it’s the one I needed.

  Epilogue - Five Years Later

  Vivi

  “Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the star of the evening, the man without whom all of this wouldn’t be possible, Mr. Vaughn Tremblay.”

  Vaughn
stands up from his seat next to me, leaning down to kiss my cheek. The crowded banquet hall around us all joins in on the applause, and I clap the loudest of them all.

  The first-ever Tremblay International Gala is a smashing success. We’ve got the rich and famous from all over the world in attendance and giving very generously to our causes.

  After the first year, I realized we needed something like this.

  “Vaughn, there just aren't enough hours in the day. We need more people, and those people need people, and eventually, you’ll run out of money.”

  He smirked at me but agreed that we shouldn’t spend just his money.

  “Don’t worry, baby. There are plenty of people out there who we can get to pitch in.”

  He was right, of course.

  Vaughn has an annoyingly frustrating habit of being right about things.

  He takes the podium with ease, a natural public speaker. He oozes confidence, and I note that most of the women and a few men in attendance can’t seem to keep their eyes off of his well-tailored Tom Ford.

  “Thank you, thank you. First of all, I want to extend my thanks to the staff who helped set up this evening. Everyone give them a round of applause please.”

  The second round is a little lighter than the first. I take a sip of my water, glancing longingly at Vaughn’s wine next to me. Unfortunately, no alcohol for me for at least another three months.

  Even after twins, Vaughn wasn’t satisfied. He tells all our friends that we’re trying for triplets this time, and they laugh because they don’t realize he’s serious.

  They don’t know him like I do. I glance to my left and right at Victor and Vance. They’re both adorable little carbon copies of their father: blue-eyed, blonde-haired, handsome little troublemakers.

  I love them both so much my heart could just burst from being overfull.

  “Of course, none of this would have happened without the true star of Tremblay. Please give your very best applause to my wife, Vivienne.”

  Shit. He promised he wouldn’t do this. Caught off guard, I almost choke on my water in my rush to swallow and set it down so I can do the half-standing wave thing.

  “Mommy, look, we’re on the TV!” Victor says excitedly.

  The large tv screen that normally shows the speaker for the people in the big is now zoomed in on our table.

  “Smile and wave, boys.” I lead by example, speaking through grit teeth. “Smile and wave at Daddy, too, because when he gets back I’m gonna kill him.”

  They giggle, like they always do when I say I’ll make them fatherless brats.

  Vaughn keeps the rest of his speech on script, but I’m still glaring daggers at him when he sits back down next to me.

  “You promised you wouldn’t put me in the spotlight when I’m pregnant.” I cross my arms, raising my chin.

  “But baby, you’re always pregnant. When was the last time you weren’t?”

  “That’s not true, I…” I trail off as I do the math. Damn. “Well, after the twins we didn’t get pregnant right away.

  “Not for lack of trying.” Vaughn grins at me, tossing a grape into his mouth. He reaches over, giving my hand a squeeze.

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t help but want to brag on you at least a little bit, Vivi.”

  “That’s not why I do this, Vaughn.”

  “I know. That’s what makes me want to shout it from the rooftops. A quick round of applause at the banquet you were in charge of, for the charity you founded? I think it’s earned.”

  I sigh. I know when Vaughn isn’t going to change his mind about these sorts of things. He’s the most stubborn, bull-headed man I’ve ever met.

  God, I love him.

  “Alright, alright. But at least warn me next time. I almost drowned.”

  “It’s part of your quintessential charm. If I warned you, people wouldn’t get the entire Vivienne experience.”

  I roll my eyes. “That makes me sound like a cheap roadside attraction. You know, the kind on one of those really long stretches of interstate that go through the middle of nowhere? ‘Come see… the Vivi experience.’”

  Vaughn laughs so hard he snorts, shaking his head at me. The boys dont’ know what I’m talking about, of course, but they’re in stitches just from my antics.

  Something about being a mother to boys makes you great at slapstick.

  “I can't believe the mother of my children has such a terrible sense of humor.” Vaughn groans loudly.

  “Hey, you laughed,” I say over the top of my water glass.

  “Yeah, because I love bad jokes.” His blue eyes catch the light, sparkling.

  “Well, then, it’s perfect isn’t it?” I smirk at him, and he rolls his eyes but takes my hand.

  “Yeah. it really is.” He says with a smile, leaning in to kiss me.

  It really is perfect.

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