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Braxton--Bedroom
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One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Stables
I awake to a sobering realization. This is my last full day here. Tomorrow morning, I’ll wake up in Braxton’s arms, and then, I’ll have to tell him goodbye. He’ll take me back to my old apartment, to my old life, to my old husband, and all of this will fade away, like a wonderful dream, one that couldn’t last.I am somber as we eat breakfast. Braxton had paid attention the day before and just asked the chefs to prepare my favorites, so there isn’t quite so much waste, though I could never eat all of the food that he’s had spread before me. We chatt, and he makes me laugh, but in the back of my mind, I can’t shake the idea that this will all be coming to an end far too soon.Then, we walk along hand in hand through the stables. He is introducing me to all of his beautiful horses. I am petting them and running my hands through their manes. They are wonderous creatures, and I would love to ride one of them one day, but I have turned Braxton down each time he’s offered to have a pair sadd
One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Pool
Julia looks divine in a beautiful white bathing suit. It is a one piece, but the center is cut out, so I can still see all of her beautiful curves. I’ve had the pool heated to ninety-seven degrees so that it is plenty warm enough, even though the spring air is a little cool. While the pool is large, we choose to stay in one area where it is only about five feet deep, sitting on a ledge I had built into the design for just this purpose. The waterfalls are on and add to the ambience of paradise. They cascade over carved rock, making a slight splash as they enter the pool. Julia watches them, smiling, likely remembering the natural waterfall we saw the day before. She smells of coconuts and vanilla, and I want to kiss her, to take her here in the pool, but I don’t think she will like that, even though I could assure her of our privacy. The servants wouldn’t dare snoop or try to watch us. I keep myself in check, though, only holding her hand beneath the water’s surface, letting her come t
One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Hot Tub
I can’t remember the last time I was in a hot tub. It is a cool spring evening, and the warmth radiating from the bubbling water feels good on my skin. Braxton feels even better on my skin as his hands explore me through the thin fabric of my bathing suit.I’ve wanted him all day. Ever since I was able to get my mind off of the future while we sat in the garden, I’ve been craving his touch. We’ve stolen kisses, shared a few caresses, but for the most part, we’ve spent our day getting to know one another. Chatting about our families, our lives, our futures. Not one future together, mind you, but futures nonetheless. Now that we have moved into the hot tub together, the shade of a thousand plants and an awning protecting us from a direct view from the house, I know exactly what his intentions are, and mine are the same. I want him inside of me.He begins by kissing me deeply, his tongue dancing around with mine, swirling, exploring, probing. My hands are on his wet, chiseled chest, but
One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Last Night
It is my last night with Julia. That’s all I can think about. After we made love in the hot tub, we went inside, showered, got dressed, and ate dinner. We chatted about normal things--our pasts, likes and dislikes, the sort of things that drive conversation. Then, she went into the art room to paint some more while I sat and watched. All I could think about was how I wanted to untie the dress she wore, a bow at her neck the only thing keeping my hands from the soft mounds of her breasts. I didn’t do it, though, not while she was working. I watched her instead, watched how her mind moved her brush across the canvas, each stroke an ingenious work of art. It amazes me to see true talent at work, regardless of the medium, and when it comes to Julia and her painting, it is clear to me that she is remarkably talented and deserves the opportunity to explore what might be with a few lessons and the chance to show her work to the world.She’ll never get that with Jeff. Not only does he not hav
One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Last Night
My hands are shaking. I am trying desperately to unbutton Braxton’s shirt, to take his clothes off so I can feel him inside of me, but my hands are trembling so badly, I’m having a hell of a time with it.He doesn’t seem to notice, only goes about taking my clothes off of me, kissing me deeply, his mouth devouring mine, trailing down my exposed neck. I want him so badly, I’m afraid I may never get his clothing off of him.Eventually, I work his shirt off and then take a step backward, naked myself now, leaving his pants and underclothes to him. He makes short work of all of it, and then, when we are both completely bare, he moves back to me, scooping me into his arms and falling with me onto his bed.I cannot get my legs apart fast enough. I want him so badly, the ache inside of me is all consuming, like a fire raging in a building full of kindling, I burn for him. He understands my need and pushes inside of me immediately. I am slick with my own juices, and he has no problem filling
One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Last Morning
I wake up with Julia in my arms. I haven’t been asleep long at all. After I made love to her most of the night, I finally fell asleep with her resting her beautiful head on my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her in a protective arch. She is still asleep, which is just as well. I don’t have to get up to get ready for work for another hour, and she doesn’t have to get up until she is ready to. I will have my driver take her home later, if that is what she wishes. As I gaze at her lovely face, I wish that I could find the words to change her mind, to convince her to stay here with me, to leave Jeff and all that she knows of her married life behind.She doesn’t seem to think that is an option, though, for reasons I can’t quite understand. I wish that she would explain to me what it is that is keeping her from telling Jeff off and leaving his ass behind. He doesn’t deserve her! Surely, she can see that now, can’t she?I don’t know what Julia thinks of herself at this point, but I hop
One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Drive Home
The streets are crowded as the sedan winds its way slowly toward my apartment building. There are lots of cars everywhere as people hurry to make it to work on time. Once we are downtown, the sidewalks are full as well. People pass by quickly, briefcases or attaché cases in their hands, some of them on their phones, others looking straight ahead as they try to get to their destinations on time without interacting with any other human beings.I understand the need to keep to myself. For the last two years, I have walked the streets near my apartment, on the way to the market or to run other errands, without truly looking at anyone unless I absolutely have to. I have told myself it is because I’m in a hurry, but that’s not really the case. The truth of the matter is I’ve been scared to get close to anyone. I’ve been afraid that, if I were to make friends with another woman, I’d be tempted to tell her the truth about my empty marriage. And there’s no way in the world I would ever conside
One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Office
I sit in my office, staring out the window at everyone else who is working, while I do nothing. For a very long time. Normally, by 10:00, I have already done more work than most people will do all day long. But not today. Today, I can’t help but think about Julia, how she has arrived back in the apartment she lives in with Jeff. And Jeff himself--sitting over there in his office, right across from mine, where I can see him.He looks… bothered. He doesn’t look like his old cocky self. He certainly isn’t staring at his phone, the way he does most days. Instead, he is staring at his computer. But not in that excited way he does when he is watching pornography at work. Instead, he is staring at his computer blankly, the same way that I am staring at him. If he has noticed me staring at him, he hasn’t given me any indication of such. He simply sits there, a disheartened look on his face,I want to speak to him. I will speak to him. It’s difficult to get my thoughts together because I want
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