Dr. Mitchell: Billionaires’ Club Book 1 (Billionaires’ Club Series)
Dr. Mitchell: Chapter 13

Before I could finish pouring the glasses of wine, the house alerted me to a food delivery service at the door. I glanced over at the screen the camera had on display to see a man holding two paper bags. I rushed down, and after I opened the door, the aroma of Chinese cuisine filled my senses. I kept a straight face, knowing I should’ve handled dinner myself. Jim was probably rolling with a strong buzz and trying to fuck with my night.

“Thanks, man.” I gave him a hefty tip, mostly because I must’ve looked like a dick—annoyed that my brother would pull this shit on me. The kid took off, and I noticed the paper receipt in the bag, laying over the food containers with a personalized note attached.

Ashley sounded excited to have Chinese, and you wanted five-star. I believe I accommodated both by having Hai’s delivered.

Enjoy the night,

J.

My brother could be such a dick sometimes, but he picked up on shit like this. I was still shocked the guy hadn’t nailed down a stable relationship by now. He was like the chick whisperer or something. The fact that he did catch on to Ashley’s excitement over this meal was why I hoped my second attempt at this date, or whatever you’d call this now, would redeem our last attempt at dinner. Hai’s was hands-down the best Chinese cuisine in all of Southern California, in my opinion, and hopefully Ashley would agree.

“This was the best meal I’ve ever eaten. I’m not even joking,” Ashley said, blotting the corners of her lips with her napkin.

I smiled over at her. Throughout dinner, we’d talked about her love and passion for art and the fact that she put it all on hold, and I watched her muscle through bringing up the death of her mother for a passing minute before ending the subject abruptly. With the small mention of her losing her mother to cancer, I began to understand her over-concern of losing her father more.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I looked over at the lobster tail on her plate. “I see that the noodles beat out the lobster?” I smirked, sipping my wine and pouring us more.

“I don’t have a stomach big enough for all of this.” Her smile was so sincere, and with every passing second, I became more fascinated by each of her mannerisms.

“I’m just glad you enjoyed it,” I said, my mind lost in the flawless beauty of her sitting across from me, staring out at the ocean, the sun having set at least an hour ago.

“So.” She snapped out of her daze, sipped her wine, and leaned back in her chair, “Tell me something about yourself.”

“Well, I think you’ve pretty much been a part of what I’m most passionate about. Though I have to admit, I never believed in my right mind that I’d see you again, and,” I shook my head, “that night was insane. Saving your father’s life and then walking out to see the woman that I couldn’t get off my mind for an entire year?”

“So that conference, the wedding, the coffee house?” She took another sip of wine.

“I was the keynote speaker at that conference. It was Jim’s idea after knowing I got suckered into doing that stupid wedding to bail a friend out.”

“Well.” She arched an eyebrow. “Besides being the keynote speaker that I can now confirm my old friend from high school wanted to screw, I have to ask: what did you speak on?”

I licked the wine from my lips. “Heart transplants and the advances in medical science that have taken place so swiftly in the last few years.” I shrugged. “It was everything I went over in that interview for the docuseries. Those people just got the privilege of being bored to tears, stuck in a room, and listening to me talk about it for eight hours.”

She grinned. “You are definitely a man who’s passionate about saving lives,” she said, eying me. “I replace that so attractive about you. Seeing the way that you treated Dad and everyone raving about Dr. Jacob Mitchell while living at the hospital for a month—wow. You have the looks and the brains,” she teased.

“I could agree that you, Ashley, would be the one out of the two of us to be praised for both of those qualities.”

“It’s Ash,” she said with an exhale. “I think by now you’d know that’s what everyone calls me.”

I chewed on my bottom lip—the alcohol was working on loosening up both of us. “Fine then, Ash. I must ask, though. After observing those who call you this—your friends—what if I entertained us being more than that?”

She smiled, looked away, and tucked a loose strand of hair that was blowing in the wind behind her ear. “What do you mean exactly about becoming more than friends?” She looked back at me with a daring look that my dick responded to first. “I didn’t know we were friends, and yet here you want more?”

“If you keep looking at me like that,” I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, “I could physically show you how much more I want.”

She chuckled and leaned forward on the table, my eyes lowering to her breasts hiding behind her dress. “Should I be afraid?”

I smirked. “Perhaps you should.”

She inhaled. “I haven’t been with anyone since you—since that night.”

The wine is making my goddamn night. Fuck me. “I love that you just admitted that to me.” I sat back and sipped my wine. I was determining how this went from wanting to learn more about this woman to being on the brink of reliving that night again.

She shrugged. “What about you?”

Fuck. “Unfortunately,” I answered, “I tried to shake the fact that, with you, it was the best sex I’d had.”

“How’d that work out for you?”

“I wished I knew there was a chance to have it again, or I wouldn’t have wasted my time.”

She giggled and stood. I followed and brought her into my arms. “Should we see if we still have it or if it was just the one-night-stand that made us both long for that night again?”

I ran my hand along her cheek. “I swore to myself that if I ever got another chance with you, I’d never fucking let you go.” I pulled her into my body and tilted her chin up, eyes meeting mine. “I don’t plan to fuck you all night and lose you again. I want more from you.”

She ran her fingers over my lips and smiled. “Why don’t we let me decide that.” Her eyebrow arched in this sexy, seductive way, and after that, it was fucking over.

I was more than starved for this look, this acceptance, and whatever I did in this world to deserve this moment. Screw dinner, dates, and rude interruptions that threatened to ruin what I really wanted—her.

I restrained myself from the aggressive force that instantly built up in me as I took her face into my hands and brought my lips onto hers. God knows how I managed this as gently as I had, but I did. I tasted her bottom lip and her mouth opened with a sigh I thought I would never hear from her lips again. My tongue met with hers, smoothly pressing against it then searching her mouth for more of her tasteful kiss.

I felt her body melt against mine, and I held her tighter, kissing her with more power and letting a groan of my own confirm how desperately I needed this kiss and her hands pressing hard against my back.

Throughout the last month of torture in her presence, I’d memorized these lips. How they pouted when she slept in the hospital, unaware I was admiring her beauty even when she was wearing down each day, sleeping and spending every moment with her recovering father. These lips had put on many different displays of smiles that stole my breath from me; my favorite becoming the smile she held when she bantered with me for the few seconds that I’d caught her attention at the hospital. These lips had already captured my attention when they were wrapped around my cock the night we were together. I was lost in the taste of her, and I craved more.

It took her pulling away for air for me to cup her ass with my hand, pulling her belly against my hard cock while I kissed along her jaw and down the side of her neck. Ecstasy, fantasies of this moment for the last year, and alcohol had fueled me to carry her in my arms, and we barely made it inside the house before I had her slender frame against the wall, my mouth crashing down onto hers.

Her hands ran through my hair, gripping it tightly as I moved from her mouth to the center of her chest.

“God, yes.” She exhaled, and now I was entirely at her mercy. “Tell me this is really happening.”

I pulled away and rose, staring down into her dazed eyes. “It’s happening, angel,” I repeated the name I’d given her after she gained the title in becoming a gift from heaven to me that night.

She smiled. “Fuck me.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as if I’d never been with a woman before. “I thought you’d never ask.”

It was corny as hell, but I didn’t give a damn. I reached down, feeling the smooth sides of her legs, gripping her dress, and pulling it up and off of her. Her black lace bra and panties were gone soon after, and I stopped for a moment to take in her full breasts, her shaved to perfection pussy—all of which I would ensure she knew I still treasured after all this time.

She leaned against the wall after my mouth covered one of her breasts, and my hand slid down her belly and between her legs. Feeling how wet, hot, and tight her perfect pussy was, I was lost in this woman, and there was no turning back.

“I have to be inside you,” I growled, the hard tip of her nipple between my lips.

“Fuck, yes,” she said after I rose, and she slid her hands into my slacks.

My eyes met hers in a wild state after her hands found my dripping wet cock. “Upstairs,” I said, the need for this moment guiding me more than anything else.

I grabbed her smooth ass and pulled her up to straddle her wet opening against my stomach. Her hands caressed my face as her aggressive lips bit at mine, and we resumed another delicious kiss. I had the house memorized, and without thinking, I moved up the stairs and into my room.

My bed was positioned to gain the beauty of the ocean from where it sat in the corner and faced the glass doors and windows that made up an entire wall of the place. I could give a fuck about the ocean, but I knew she loved it and hoped that this night with her would be that much more with the view.

I laid her perfect body back on the bed, her legs falling open, and my mind shifting gears into needing to taste her delicious wet pussy again.

“I have to taste you,” I said, climbing on the bed, reaching my hands into her tight opening again. I glided two fingers in, and with a slight twist of my wrist, I was on her G-spot and watching her eyes roll back.

“Right there,” she confirmed what I already was seeing on her face. “Fuck, I forgot how you—”

She bucked into me as I pulled my fingers and ran my thumb over her clit, massaging all of her pleasure points in and on her pussy at once. I bit my bottom lip when her glossy eyes met with mine. She nodded and moaned with a smile of desire that could have made me come right then and there.

“Come on my hand, angel,” I said softly. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her hands reached up into the pillows above her head, her mouth open, and hips rotating with the rhythm I found that was sending her into a cloud of passion.

“I’m…I’m…” She moaned as if she hadn’t had this release since the last time I saw her.

“Come on me,” I begged.

Her legs tightened as she groaned out loudly in pleasure, and that’s when I had to feel and taste her cum on my mouth. I swallowed her warm pussy, my tongue probing in and out of her tight, pulsating opening that tasted like heaven.

The spontaneous woman I remembered returned while I was lost in the flavor of the only woman’s pussy that I desired. I tended to be an asshole when I fucked a woman. It was my way, or I was over it. I was beyond spoiled with the woman I chose to fuck—and they pretty much allowed me to fuck them for my selfish pleasure, not giving a damn if they came or not.

I don’t know what changed when I took Ash up to the room that night. I took her there to fuck her the way I wanted it, but she somehow charmed me into needing to see her reaction while she came.

Like she had done that night, she took control, and I was on my back—eating her pussy that she massaged on my mouth while her tits bounced with her soft mutters of pleasure.

After she slowed her movements, my dick was throbbing in pain to enter her. I rolled her onto her back while she fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. I kept my eyes locked on her bright ones and took the shirt off and reached for my belt.

“Goddamn, I need to be inside you.”

“I’m still coming.” She sighed with a drunken smile.

“Fuck yes, you are,” I said, pulling off the last of my clothes and freeing my cock.

“I need to taste you,” she said, licking her lips. “Now,” she ordered.

“Jesus, I’ve dreamed of this,” I let out as I straddled her.

“I forgot how fucking huge you are,” she said, eying my cock and then running her tongue under the tip.

My head rocked back. She remembered the most sensitive spot of my cock, and this night was going to be a million times better than before. I closed my eyes and reached back for her pussy, replaceing her clit as she massaged my cock with the wetness that was dripping for her and licking and sucking like it was her very own. It was hers.

Before I came in her mouth, I was off the bed and going through my side drawers looking for where I kept my condoms. I glanced over to see her continue her orgasm. Fuck me to hell. She’s the sexiest woman I know, I thought, watching her massage her clit and dig her heels into the bed.

“What the hell?” I said, my cock still dripping and waiting for the condom.

“What is it?” she breathlessly called out.

Her eyes met mine in the trance that held her, and it washed over me, possessing me to do something I’d never done with her or any woman. I was at the mercy of her in every way, and my negligence on making sure this box wouldn’t be empty was fleeing my mind as I transitioned into a person who didn’t give a fuck.

Thank God part of me still had reason running within me. “Baby,” I sighed, climbing on the bed next to her. I moved her hand from helping herself, to mine helping her ecstasy stay right where it was. “I can’t believe this, but I don’t have any fucking condoms.”

She licked her lips, and I could see her mind trying to replace this moment that snatched us both and held us hostage in need for more—condoms be damned.

Shit. Jake. Fuck.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, pulling her hand to hold mine away from her pussy. To help me think? Nothing was going to help me think properly. She smiled. “I was also tested after that night with you.” She nodded. “And like I said, it’s only been you since that night. But you?”

“Fuck,” I said, my head falling to her chest. “I have to be inside you.”

She took my face in her hands and brought my eyes to meet hers. “I want you inside me, but we’re at a point where you’re risking knowing me well enough to tell you I’m clean and on the pill. And I have to ask if you are…” She chewed her bottom lip.

Goddamn, I’m such a fucking idiot to put us in this awkward situation.

“I’ve been with others after first seeing you again,” I admitted like a fucking man-whore. “That bullshit ended as quick as it started. No one could replace what I’d had with you that night. That all said, I’ve always been tested after.” I felt my dick want to grow limp at confessing this shit like I was a child in trouble with his parent. “I’ve never fucked anyone in my life without a condom.”

She nodded and scooted away from me, pulling my cock into her hands—twisting and massaging up and down the shaft that grew hard in her delicate hands. “It’s okay,” she assured me. “we can replace other ways to enjoy each other without sex.” She smiled.

That was all it took…her smile, her voice that caressed my nerves, and her hand, bringing my cock back to life. I brought my lips to hers for a deep kiss while considering if I should fucking do this or not. Damn the ecstasy clouding my reason.

She’s clean. I’m clean. She’s on the pill—I know the odds of that, but the chances are fucking slim. Even if—fuck it.

I pulled away. “Are you comfortable with this? Do you trust me?”

She giggled as she maneuvered her body beneath mine. “I trusted you with the life of my dad. I think I can trust you.” She leaned up and kissed my chin.

“Fuck me,” I said, biting my bottom lip. “Since we’re on the trust basis, I’m going to make sure you don’t regret me fucking you without a condom tonight.”

She grabbed my ass and bucked her hips up into mine. “Do it,” she said with that arch of her eyebrow.

I lined my cock up to her opening, the warm tight entrance lured me in, and that’s when any additional overthinking left, and we returned to the passionate state we were once in.

Her hands reached under my arms and pressed into my back as I slowly moved into her. “Holy fuck,” I said. “Your pussy is so tight. It’s so fucking warm,” I gasped out, the bare flesh of my cock feeling the warmth of the inside of her body. “Fuck me,” I started chanting as I slid deeper and deeper into her.

I fell into a rhythm while locked into a trance with her. She reached down for her clit, and my selfish passion was replaced by remembering what my girl liked. “That’s my job, baby,” I said, pulling out and rolling over. “I want you deep, but I know what gets you off,” I said, probing the tip of my cock and thrusting it against her G-spot.

Her ass pulled back into mine, and I reached around to roll her clit with my fingers. “Oh my God, fuck, Jake, fuck,” she said, climbing up to her climax like a fucking goddess.

Both of us cursed, groaned, and fell into a perfect pace of replaceing our orgasm together. “Tell me when you come, and squeeze my cock hard, angel,” I breathlessly begged, holding back my cum with everything that I was.

“Harder,” she growled, her hands in fists on my comforter. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” She buried her forehead into the bed and forced her ass back into mine. “Yes! Jake. God, yes!”

She called out my name when she climaxed, and her pussy clenched hard around the small portion of my cock that was rubbing against her spot. “That’s it, fuck, yes. I’m going to come. I can’t hold back,” I called out in pain of needing the release.

“Deeper, baby, fuck me deep.”

I flipped her over and gripped her wrists, all while managing it like a sex god, keeping my cock inside her. Her eyes were ablaze as my lips captured hers. I began thrusting deep into her tight pussy, feeling the most amazing sensation of my fucking life. To feel her pussy—My Ashley’s tight entrance—with the flesh of my cock was the only reason I could bury myself in her. Any other fuck? Never. Ashley was different to me, and one day I’d like to know why I felt like she was mine—yet owned me herself—since the first day we met.

I gripped each side of her head, brought my lips to her neck, and with a loud growl, my cum filled the pussy I’d craved for too long. She moaned along with my pleasure and ran her hands along my back as my orgasm continued longer than it naturally would have.

Our bodies were moving slowly, my cock draining every ounce of me into her. Was I going to fucking regret the fact that I missed the one item that was always on hand at each of my homes? I wasn’t going to think about that.

Fuck no, I wasn’t going to regret this. For the love of God, I almost called out I love you to her at least ten times before I came inside her. I would ensure this—the night was just starting, and I knew this girl could fuck all night.

“Round one.” She chuckled at one of the terms we used our first night together.

I thrust deep into her, causing her to suck in air. “At least ten more to go, angel.”