ONE NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

Lily's POV.....

I looked at the graduation cap on my dresser, I was giddy with happiness, I had planned a perfect trip to celebrate my graduation and hoped Ryan my boyfriend of three years would finally propose to me.

I planned to take cute pictures with a diamond ring on my finger.

The girls at my dorm had even teased me that this would be the weekend.

The weekend when Ryan Hale, would finally get down on one knee.

I smiled just thinking about it as I zipped my luggage shut. The airline confirmation sat in my inbox, the hotel reservation under my name. The only thing missing was the proposal itself and I couldn't wait

"Make sure you don't cry when he does it,"

Sophia , my best friend, said on FaceTime

I laughed

"Mascara tears are not cute." She said smiling

"Shu up" I teased her

She glared at me and I sighed

"I won't cry," I promise. "Maybe a single tear. Just one, perfectly timed for the photo."

She flipped me off and I giggled ending the call to go to Ryan's apartment

But that was 8 hours ago

Now?

Now, I stood frozen in Ryan's apartment doorway, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought it might break through my chest.

Because Ryan wasn't down on one knee. He wasn't holding a velvet box or practicing some sweet speech.

He was In bed-our bed, the one we'd shared for the last three years-with someone else.

I heard the noises first The low groan, the breathless giggle, the moan that filled the room and the groan that definitely belonged to Ryan.

I walked to the bedroom and saw them. His bare back, her tanned legs wrapped around him, the sheets tangled at their waists.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. My brain tried to tell me this was a nightmare, some kind of sick hallucination brought on by nerves.

I took deep breaths then Ryan's head lifted and his eyes met mine-wide,

The tears fell freely now

"Shit," he whispered, pulling away from her so quickly she yelped. "Lily, wait, I can explain-"

The girl looked at me with wide fearful eyes, I rushed back downstairs packing my luggage I hadn't even unpacked.

He missed my graduation, I expected to come home to meet a small celebration before we took our flight, yet here we were.

"Lily" he said grabbing my hand

I pushed him away

"Really Ryan?__ you didn't even come for my graduation, I booked us a trip to celebrate and I come home to this " I said my heart burning

"It's not what it looks like "

"I gave you three years of my life Ryan"

"I think you're overreacting" he said trying to calm me down

I think that was the moment the tears should have come more but they didn't. Instead, I laughed. A sharp, hollow sound that scared even me.

"overreacting?" My voice trembled, but I forced a smile that felt like glass cracking across my face.

"I come home to my boyfriend of three years fucking some girl in our home, I could hear the moans from downstairs and I'm overreacting?"

. This-" I gestured wildly, suitcase handle still clutched in my hand. "This is betrayal."

Ryan stumbled back after seeing the look on my face,

"Baby, please, it wasn't- I didn't mean for you to-"

"Didn't mean for me to what?" My throat burned. "Catch you? Or for it to happen at all?"

He opened his mouth, but I didn't wait for the excuse. I turned on my heel, grabbing my suitcase and stomped out sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor as I went. He called my name, but I slammed the door so hard the sound echoed down the hall.

By the time I hit the street, the air was sharp and cool against my face. I realized then I was still gripping my suitcase handle so tight my knuckles ached.

I should've gone home. Crawled into bed. Called Chloe and cried into the phone until my voice went hoarse.

But instead, my phone buzzed in my pocket, the reminder for my upcoming flight flashing across the screen.

Check-in now for your trip to Seabreeze Resort.

My chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. The logical thing would've been to cancel everything. Demand a refund. Spend the weekend in pajamas, mourning my destroyed fairytale.

I wanted to go back and stab my phone In his eye

But logic had never been my strong suit.

Why should I give up the vacation I'd paid for? Why should I let Ryan's betrayal steal the ocean sunsets and fruity cocktails I deserved?

My thumb hovered over the screen. Then, with a stubborn surge of defiance, I hit confirm check-in.

Fine. The relationship had failed. Ryan had failed me.

But I refused to waste my money-or my dignity-sobbing in my childhood bedroom.

I was going on this trip. Alone.

The flight was a blur. I kept my headphones in, music loud enough to drown out my thoughts, though they pushed against the edges like waves against rocks. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ryan's face, pale and panicked, and the other girl's wide eyes.

I couldn't even call Sophia.

By the time the taxi pulled up in front of Seabreeze Resort, I was running on pure adrenaline and anger.

The building was even more beautiful than the pictures online-white stone, glass balconies, palm trees swaying in the coastal breeze. Inside, the lobby gleamed with marble floors and soft gold lighting.

"Reservation under Lily Hart," I told the receptionist, sliding my ID across the counter.

She tapped at her keyboard, her smile bright. "Yes, of course. Room 1205, ocean view. You're all set."

Perfect. An ocean view. A fresh start.

Dragging my suitcase toward the elevator, I almost convinced myself this could be the reset I needed. Sun, sea, maybe a spa treatment or two. No Ryan. No drama. Just me.

When the elevator doors opened onto the twelfth floor, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this was exactly what I needed. Maybe the universe had cut away the dead weight so I could start over.

I swiped my keycard, pushed open the door to Room 1205-

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Lily's pov ......

I opened the door and the room was very beautiful, perfect for two couples to take a break. I sighed and kept my suitcase.

I took a long bathe and decided to watch a movie,

My phone had been blaring up

Ryan..

I sighed and blinked back tears, I put a soap opera and soon my heart felt heavy

I needed a release from everything going on in my life,

Fuck it I muttered

I opened my suitcase and brought out my rose vibrator

I placed it on my clit and hummed as I felt the lovely sensations.

I gasped and clutched the sheets,.my nipples were painfully tight and I moaned

Soon I was on the bridge of my orgasm, I moaned and clutched the sheets, I didn't even hear the sound of the door opening

And came hard with a cry

I took deep breaths and looked up then I froze

A man is in my room

I looked at him and he looked very handsome, talk and muscular, and he was glaring at me

I looked down and screamed covering myself

"what are you doing in my room you creep " I shrieked

"I should be saying that" his deep voice called out

"you're in my room" I snapped

He rose his key card and my eyes widened

"Get dressed we'll go to the receptionist " he said and walked out

Fuck!!

A random man just watched me masturbate

Fuck my life

I wore my jeans and a sweater and went downstairs

Two minutes later, the two of us were marching side by side down the grand staircase toward the front desk, my suitcase bumping against every single step.

The receptionist's bright smile faltered as we approached-me red-faced, him bristling like a storm cloud.

"Miss Hart," she said nervously. "Mr. Drew. Is there... a problem?"

"Yes." He snapped-because of course a man that hot would have a name that rolled off the tongue like expensive whiskey-leaned on the counter with folded arms. "Apparently you've assigned my room to her as well."

"Which is impossible," I snapped, slapping my keycard onto the marble. "Because this is the card you gave me. Room 1205. Ocean view."

The receptionist's cheeks pinked. Her eyes darted between us, fingers flying over the keyboard. Then, her face paled.

"Oh, dear."

"Oh, dear?" I echoed.

She cleared her throat. "It seems there was a system error. Both of your reservations were entered into the same suite. Unfortunately..." She winced. "The resort is at full capacity this weekend. There are no other rooms available. The nearest hotel is thirty miles away."

I blinked at her. "So, what-you expect me to bunk with him?"

"Or me with you," the man drawled. His blue eyes-sharp, -flicked over me in a way that made my stomach knot.

"Not exactly my dream scenario, sweetheart." He said

Heat flooded my cheeks. God, he was insufferable.

The receptionist looked like she wanted to crawl under the counter. "I'm so sorry. We can offer complimentary meals, drinks, and spa credit for the inconvenience. But... you would have to share the suite."

I groaned, pressing my palms over my face. A solo trip was supposed to be empowering. Independent. Relaxing. Not roommate roulette with a stranger who looked like a sin wrapped in Armani.

The man sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, we're adults. We can survive one night. I'll sleep on the couch."

His tone was reluctant but not cruel, which was... something.

I exhaled sharply, glaring at the receptionist one last time before dragging my suitcase back toward the elevator. "Fine. One night."

Back in the suite, the silence was unbearable. He tossed his duffel onto the couch, loosened his watch strap, and cracked open a bottled water like he owned the place.

Meanwhile, I sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, scrolling my phone, pretending not to notice that every movement of his arm pulled his shirt tight across solid muscle.

"So," he said finally, voice laced with anger.

"Let's mind our businesses and stay out of our way "

My head snapped up.

"Sure do that"

His lips curved into a half-smile.

I glared, but my throat tightened

And a wave of sadness washed over me

I don't when the words tumbled out

"Graduation trip. Supposed to be with my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend now."

His brows lifted. "Harsh."

"Yeah," I muttered. "Caught him cheating. Congratulations to me."

Something flickered in his expression-surprise, then sympathy-but it vanished as quickly as it came. He took a slow sip of water.

"Well," he said, dropping onto the armchair across from me. "At least you upgraded. If you'd been stuck with him, you wouldn't be sitting across from me."

I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched against my will. Arrogant bastard.

Few minutes later, the complimentary champagne arrived-two glasses, one bottle.

That's when he pulled a deck of cards out of his bag.

"Poker?" he suggested.

I arched a brow. "Poker? Really? What are we, seventy?"

"Not just poker." His grin turned wicked. "Strip poker."

My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not."

He leaned forward, shuffling the cards with practiced ease, his eyes glinting under the soft light. "Come on. You scared you'll lose?"

"I'm not scared."

"Prove it."

Something reckless surged inside me-the same something that had made me get on the plane instead of curling up at home. If I could survive catching Ryan cheating, I could survive playing a dumb game with a cocky stranger.

"Fine," I said, snatching the cards from him. "But don't cry when you're down to your boxers."

His laugh was low, deep, dangerous. "Sweetheart, I never lose."

Two hands in, I'd already lost a sock and my jacket.

He was smug, sprawled across the armchair in just his shirt and slacks, looking every bit the devil.

"You're terrible at bluffing," he teased, eyes raking over me as I peeled off another layer.

"I'm fine," I muttered, tossing my cardigan aside. My cheeks burned, but a strange thrill hummed through me.

Another round, another loss. My tank top joined the pile.

His gaze lingered this time, sharper, heavier. "You're really something, you know that?"

I swallowed hard. My pulse jumped. "Don't get cocky."

"Too late." He leaned forward, dealing again, voice dropping to a near-growl. "I already am."

By the time I was down to my pink bra and shorts, I realized this was no longer just a game. The air between us sizzled. Every flick of his wrist, every brush of his fingers when he passed me cards, felt intimate. Deliberate. Dangerous.

And when he finally set down his cards-four of a kind, of course-and leaned back with a victorious smirk, I knew I'd walked straight into a trap.

"Your move," he murmured.

My throat went dry.

Because this wasn't just strip poker anymore.

It was foreplay.

"want to finish the orgasm you started? He said

I gulped

Lily's pov....

He didn't lunge, didn't pounce. He just sat there, watching me with that lazy, devastating smirk, as if he had all the time in the world to let me squirm.

Finally, I broke.

"You're insufferable," I whispered, standing to snatch up my clothes.

He caught my wrist before I could move away. His grip was firm but not rough, his eyes glinting in the low lamplight. "Maybe. But you're gorgeous when you're flustered."

The air snapped.

One second I was glaring at him, the next his mouth was on mine. Hard. Hungry. Like he'd been waiting all night to devour me.

I gasped, and he swallowed the sound, his tongue sliding against mine. His hand cupped the back of my neck, tilting me into him as if he owned me already.

And maybe, for that moment, he did.

Gently, he tugs my bra of and slides his

hand beneath. His palm is rough and warm as it skims my breast. My gaze snaps down, transfixed, as he moves his hand lower and pulls down my shorts..

My heart is hammering against my chest. It is almost deafening in my ears.

I want his hand there. I ache for it. There is heat between my legs,

throbbing and wet, and it is almost unbearable.

My breasts feel heavy, swollen, and my nipples harden at the approval that ripples from him in waves.

His jaw tightens. "I want you to lie down, and spread your legs for me."

A surge of heat floods me and makes it hard to think straight. My core throbs, aches.

I shuffle backward. I lie down on the bed, and rest my head on one of the pillows. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. Tentatively, I spread my legs.

A low sound scrapes against his throat as he curses under his breath.

He shifts closer, and pushes my knees further apart to spread me even wider for him.

"Fuck. You're so beautiful." He says as his eyes travel up my body. His eyelids

seem heavy, and his breathing is fast.

"Do you want to know what I want you to do for me next?"

I nod, breathless, sure that whatever it is, I will give it to him. I will give anything to keep him looking at me in this way. Anything that might ease this throbbing ache inside me.

The corner of his lip quirks. "I want you to come in my mouth, against my tongue, as I taste you."

I blush deeply, heat surging through my body.

"Do you think you can do that for me?" he asks.

"Yes," I whisper.

His rough hands slide down my inner thighs, holding me open. Keeping

his gaze on mine, he dips his mouth to my pussy, and drags his tongue along my center. I gasp, my back arching.

A low growl rumbles in his chest. "Fuck." He groans against me, causing me to whimper.

Then his mouth is on me-hot and wet. His tongue slides up and down my core hungrily, greedily. As if he cannot get enough of me. He spreads me widerand groans. I cry out, my fingers curling in, I gasp.

I grow more wanton with each lick and suck. I feel like a caged storm that needs to be set free. I rock against his mouth, desperate for more of this feeling. More of him.

A low, throaty sound escapes him and vibrates against my center.

"That's it, Sweetheart. Take your pleasure from me."

He slides his hands up my waist and holds me firmly against his mouth as I move my hips. When I cry out, he moves one hand up my chest and plays with my nipple as he continues to stroke my center with his tongue. It is almost too much to bear. Merely the sight of his beautiful body between my spread legs, his mouth moving against me, his eyes primal, is almost enough to push me over the edge.

But then he teases my opening with his tongue, before sliding inside.

I cry out with the surprise of it. My back arches, and my head rolls back.

I grab his wrist as he palms my breast, holding onto him,He brings his other hand to my inner thigh. He rubs the wet, sensitive

bundle of nerves with his thumb-moving in circles. The sensation of his

tongue and his thumb, stimulating different parts of me at the same time,

provokes sounds from me I have never made before-animalistic moans as

I rock against him.

". . . I'm going to. . . I feel. . . Fuck!"

He groans, and release crashes through me. I cry out, loudly, my back

arching, my body shuddering as ripples of pleasure consume me. He continues to lick and suck, as if determined to devour every last drop of me,until finally I still.

He kisses me once more between my legs, then crawls up my body-

placing his forearms on either side of my head and caging me within them.

His lips are swollen I'm breathing fast, and so is he. I'm not sure whether the pounding of my heart is due to the release that crashed over me. Or whether it is nervousness, anticipation, of what might come next.

I want to give him what he just gave me. I want him to come undone.

I pull his face down to mine, and I kiss him. He groans into my mouth,

stroking my tongue in the same expert way he moved between my legs.

Heat starts to pool again, more so when I realize his hard length is pushing against my thigh through the rough material of his boxers. I hook my ankles around his, melting into his solid body.

I swallow, and look down at his bulge "I want you to take it off."

He cups my cheek and kisses me gently. "Okay." He shifts back to take off his boxers

My heart catches in my throat as he kneels in front of me again. I look down at his sculpted torso and strong, muscular arms. How can a man be built this way? I drag my fingers down the ridges of his torso, and

he takes a deep, shuddery breath.

His length is hard. Thick. His arousal obvious.My insides clench.

I do not have much experience because Ryan was my first but this stranger was large, larger than Ryan.

My heart beats a little faster, yet heat pools between my legs, and an ache begins to grow.

My fingers twitch. I start to move my hand lower, but he shifts forward and lays me back on the bed-enveloping me in his searing body heat.

He kisses me deeply,languidly, his mouth claiming mine and his hand sliding into my hair.

"I want. . ." I murmur against his lips.

"Tell me," he whispers. "Anything. It is yours."

"I want. . ." I take a shaky breath, unused to voicing my desires. "I want you to fuck me."

He looks down at me, his handsome face glinting with mischief

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

. ". . . Are you on birth control ?"

"Yes " I whisper

Kissing me softly, he guides himself to my entrance. He holds my gaze slowly as he pushes. He groans as he fills me.

There's a pinch of pain, and I tense. He feels impossibly big. I do not think he fits. My heart is beating fast. He stills, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of my head. He's breathing hard, his biceps clenched. His expression is strained.

My body relaxes, then tenses again in an entirely different way. My breathing becomes steadier, then faster. I grip onto his shoulders, sinking my fingers into his muscle.

As if sensing the change in me, he pushes fully inside me. A groan builds in his throat as I cry out.

His hand slides into my hair, and he claims my mouth with his as he rolls his hips again. Moaning, I open myself fully for him,hooking my hands around his neck and pulling him closer.He dips his mouth to my throat, where he kisses and sucks and nibbles.

I slide my hands down to his shoulders, feeling the tension in his

muscles. His skin is hot and damp, and I feel the restraint rippling through him.

He groans, and he plunges into me. Hard. I cry out.

"Fuck." He groans and I tilt my hips to take him deeper, desperate for more of him, and slide my hands down his back-urging him further inside.

He thrusts into me, hard and deep.I hook my legs around his waist, curling my ankles around his back, and he takes me deeper still. The change in pressure and friction provokes harsh sounds from the back of my throat. Sound I did not know I was capable of.

Delicious tension builds as he moves deeper, faster. And I cannot get enough. I kiss

his neck. I sink my teeth into his shoulder. I grip him tighter.

Fuck My head tilts back.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he mumurs I bring my eyes back to his. He plunges deep inside me, and it pushes me over the edge. Release surges through me and I come completely undone beneath him. I cry out, gripping tightly onto him as my whole body

shudders.

His rhythm becomes feverish. His shoulders tense and his cheeks redden.

His face is strained for a moment. Then he groans, long and hard, his muscles spasming beneath my fingers as he spills into me.

Fuck."

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