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  Lily and the Billionaire

  Vol. 4

  By Ana Vela

  © 2013 BCN Press

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This story is intended for mature adults only. It contains sexual scenarios, dirty language, hot action, and much more! Please store your digital files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

  And above all – Enjoy!

  About the Author

  Ana Vela is romantic at heart. Living in Miami with her husband, two sons, and a puppy, she finds time to sneak away at night and live out her fantasies by writing them all down and creating these stories for her faithful readers.

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  Other Books by Ana Vela

  Lily and the Billionaire: Vol. 1

  Lily and the Billionaire: Vol. 2

  Lily and the Billionaire: Vol. 3

  Anastasia (Vol. 1)

  Anastasia: No Strings Attached (Vol. 2)

  Anastasia: Executive Perks (Vol. 3)

  Anastasia: Whatever It Takes (Vol. 4)

  Chat Room Romance

  Strip Club Secrets (An Erotika Short)

  A Night With My Master (A BDSM Short)

  Lily Verano bit her lip as she stared intently, paintbrush in hand, at the paper before her. It was stuck to the wall of her tiny bedroom, and was already half-filled with vibrant colors and fleshy shapes. Suddenly Lily was overcome with inspiration and frantically began to paint more; the luscious pinks and reds she was using splashing somewhat onto the newspaper which was coating her entire carpet as she filled in more of the strangely exciting abstract shapes which fitted together on the paper. Lily's tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she painted, concentrating hard on the strokes and letting herself get lost in the task with a focus which comes only from true passion.

  The whole of her room was tidy with everything neatly put away; leaving her space to express the waves of energy for creativity which had suddenly come upon her that morning. Spread around the room were half-finished sketches and on the walls were stuck paintings in progress of various sizes. Lily had not gone into this with any kind of structure or method and was simply skipping around the room from one painting to the next as the mood took her, seized by the sheer abandoned delight of creation.

  As she painted she sang; whirling around the room from brush to water to painting; feeling her inspiration attentively as she began eagerly applying the brush strokes at greater and greater pace.

  Across the room from the bright pink and red painting was a large paper almost taking up her entire wall; which was already half-depicting a kind of moonlit river scene, heavily stylised and with every brush stroke visible as part of the swirling patterns joining together the sky and the water. As Lily enthusiastically dropped her magenta and rounded on this painting, indigo at the ready, she was thinking distantly of Edwin's brilliant green eyes, and the way in which he made her feel so comfortable around him, despite his mysterious character.

  She was focusing intently on the swirls of blues she was producing as the memory of being held briefly by him when they were stood by the river filled her with an intense tingling. Her creativity newly aroused, she redoubled her concentration; elegantly splatting paint in all directions except for on the works in progress as her painting became almost frenzied. She was caught in a wave of delicious creativity; pulling her towards simply doing because she loved to do, and she danced around the newspaper, picturing again those verdant eyes as she tried not to step on too much of the spilled paint. She could almost feel his breath on her skin as she feverishly dabbed at more of her flamboyant shapes, making them stand out in a way which drew the eye deep into the painting, and reached for the magenta again, breathing heavily –

  But suddenly, she froze, brush halfway to the splodge of paint on her palette. She looked doubtfully at the titillating pink shapes, attempting to get back into her painting trance. Turning, she perused the swirling river; but it was no good. The creativity seemed to have ebbed in her just as suddenly as it had begun that morning. She put down her brush and sat down in some confusion on the bed.

  And how was she going to reach out to Edwin anyway, when she had been so cold to him before? But that didn't matter, she thought decisively, as she absent-mindedly twirled her paintbrush around her hand, staining her skin deep crimson. She wanted him, and so somehow she would work something out. Strange that she had completely lost the mood for painting though. Finally putting down the brush, she wandered into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.

  Despite her sudden loss of enthusiasm she was still filled with new excitement as she cycled to work, her sketch books and pictures for now put safely away. Today had been the first time that she had actually picked up some paintbrushes and made something new for many, many months and even though the mood did not last, she could feel an enthusiasm for life building inside her which she had previously almost forgotten she could feel.

  Previously; before she met Edwin? He was certainly some kind of key to this well of inspiration. She was still unsure of exactly how he fit in with her newly-found joy, but sensed instinctively that if she was going to paint more, she needed to see him again.

  'And that's exactly what I'll do' she told herself confidently. Weaving skillfully around a corner, she beamed with pride as she managed to lift her leg elegantly from one side to alight smoothly just outside her place of work; a move she had been practicing. She was really getting into this cycling as well.

  Lily found herself surprising herself more and more often these days. Only a month or so ago she would not have believed that she could ride a bike around the city with confidence and skill; or be able to lose herself in frenetic painting at no outside instigation. Yet although she felt as though these were positive changes, simultaneously occurring was a growing impatient dissatisfaction. She sighed as she handed a customer his change distractedly, unsure what to make of this new sensation.

  "Can't wait till the end of the night, we can relax with a lovely pint!" commented Emily, somewhat breaking Lily's self-contemplation. She frowned.

  "Hmm…not sure if I feel like drinking tonight, actually", she said, surprised again at her reaction. Somehow she hardly ever felt like drinking these days.

  "You don't even want a little one?" asked Emily, also surprised, her blue eyes widening in wonder.

  "Er…nah." Lily wrinkled her nose. "I'm really not in the mood for alcohol. Sorry," she added as she popped the cork from a wine bottle held squeezed between her thighs, aware that this statement may sound odd.

  She was noticing that not drinking so much seemed to mean she had a lot more time to do things. She was getting up a lot earlier in the mornings and found herself actually able to do something useful with those mornings; rather than simply sitting in hungover languor eating cheese on toast.

  "Hah! Sorry?" laughed Emily, as they came together to the till, notes in hand
. "I'd say you look better for it. I don't think I've seen you look so healthy before!"

  "Yeah, Lily," noted Mia, as Lily gave her waiting punter his change with a genuine smile; "You seem different. Don't tell me that not drinking alcohol makes you happier!"

  "Nooo!" cried Emily in mock-horror. "Say it ain't so!"

  They laughed as they swooped down the bar together, whisking up glasses and wiping beer stains with practiced precision.

  "Or is it something else that's making you so happy?" wondered Emily.

  "Or someone", corrected Mia shrewdly, and they both stopped, glass-laden, and looked to Lily in expectation.

  Lily smiled, averting her eyes enigmatically.

  Another change she had noticed was that she seemed to have more money than usual. She had not realized before how much she had been spending on alcohol; since now she was suddenly able to buy more of the food that she actually felt would be good for her rather than just going for the cheapest (and not necessarily nicest) options. She was even managing to save some money at the end of every month! 'I suppose it's money I'm saving from not using the buses and trains as well' she thought as she powered past a sluggish double-decker, happy in her fluorescent clothes and safety lights. All very surprising; and surely a very good improvement in her life. Yet - yet, yet.

  'Well', she thought, 'I know what to do about it, whatever it is.'

  She had not yet called him since her realization about a week ago that it was him she truly wanted. She did not know how to tell him; just because she was recognizing some of her feelings didn't mean that she was ready to communicate them. But arising the next day more or less with the sun, she gazed out at the morning mist drifting from the trees in the street below her flat and felt good about today being the day.

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  He had readily agreed to meet her again, sounding so pleased to hear from her that she felt butterflies begin to awaken in her stomach within his first couple of words. They arranged to meet at the Botanical gardens at Kew; a place she had never visited before, having no particular business in Richmond. She wondered about whether to try cycling the whole way; she would certainly be very red and sweaty by the time she met Edwin; and what if he wanted to go somewhere afterwards? No, she decided, she had enough spare money: she would once more brave a brief entanglement in London's transport network.

  The sky was a fantastic crispy blue and Edwin seemed to be radiating happiness to her; resplendent in a white suit in the creamy winter sunshine. There was some kind of free plant show going on at Kew and the whole place had a festive feel. Edwin took her arm and they chatted amiably as they wandered among the roses, heading for the gigantic glass and iron structure of the Palm House. Just being in contact with him was enough to titillate her, and he was in a particularly light-hearted mood today, skipping along next to her in way which contrasted hilariously to his pristine suit; and she could not help but feel her spirits soar up to join his. As they neared the entrance of the Palm house, they were giggling contentedly.

  "Have you ever been inside here before?" asked Edwin, gazing down at her with those intoxicating eyes.

  "No", said Lily, intrigued. "I always thought it was too expensive to go and see just a few plants. Really cool that they open this place sometimes to everyone for free".

  "Yes," agreed Edwin, "plants are very important. It's good to make friends with them".

  She laughed, and he pushed open the heavy iron door for her, holding it open with a cheeky wink.

  Excited, she stepped inside.

  The first thing that hit her was the heat: a wave of tropical air which she could hardly believe was real; so shocking was the contrast with the cool winter sun outside. She pulled her jacket off, gazing around in curiosity at the plants; inhaling a heady mix of sumptuous aromas. They began to walk around together, exclaiming at the huge variety of fabulous blooms spraying out before them in every direction and, as Lily craned her head up to follow the path of some of the giant palm trees reaching into the roof, far above their heads as well.

  Lily was excitedly pointing out some of the more wildly pretty flowers and Edwin was commenting on some of the ones he knew (he did indeed seem to be friends with the plants); yet as they penetrated deeper into the contained jungle they were becoming increasingly less interested in what was around them; so entranced were they by each other.

  Edwin had taken off his jacket too, and as they walked he undid the first couple of buttons of his shirt, exposing a tuft of soft dark chest hair.

  "Wow! It's like a sauna in here!" commented Lily, feeling the sweat beginning to drip down her neck and trickle slowly in between her breasts. "It's amazing to experience such a tropical place, in winter in London!" she fanned her face excitedly, half-imagined images of exotic islands flitting through her head.

  "It sure is", agreed Edwin, whose face was shining with sweat, "if we were in the tropics though, we wouldn't be wearing this many clothes".

  "No," agreed Lily, "I don't think we would need any clothes at all".

  She took his hand, and they ambled on; moving closer together as they passed, barely noticing, throngs of excited participants in the plant show. Coming to an uncrowded open space, they stopped and stood facing each other, each noticing the playful look on the others' face.

  "It's really beautiful", said Lily, "thank you for bringing me here".

  "You want to see more?" asked Edwin, who was standing in front of a small tree full of exuberant, red flowers with long pointed tongues.

  "Well…" she glanced slowly around, breathing deeply in the humid atmosphere. "It is pretty hot in here…I'm getting quite uncomfortable really".

  "Oh, really?" he asked slowly, gazing into her eyes.

  She wiped the back of her hand across her chest in an attempt to dislodge the sweat running down her boobs; serving only, however, to make her hand sticky too. Gazing at Edwin, she noticed that the plant behind him was a hibiscus. Remembering his words in her dream, she smiled. It must be a sign...

  "Well, we'd better go somewhere more comfortable", said Edwin, beaming at her in a way which made her insides melt as well as her skin.

  They rode in his car to his apartment. As he led her up the stairs into his bedroom she was trying, but failing, to stop her legs from shaking.

  "Please, make yourself comfortable", urged Edwin, gesturing to Lily a long, luxurious crushed-velvet couch. "I'll fetch some refreshments".

  She sat, heart thumping, so wound-up with apprehensive excitement - or was it aroused nervousness? - that she could barely take in her surroundings. Her eyes flitted around, barely seeing the room, and she registered simply a few of the many intriguing objects which seemed to proliferate in here: a golden statuette of a naked, winged figure; a wide marble bowl filled with floating flowers and a fountain in the centre; a pineapple.

  Yet despite these and the many other curious items on display, the main thing which arrested the attention of Lily was the centerpiece of the room: the bed. It was large and hung about with sumptuous red drapes. She could not help but begin imagining the games they could have there…

  By the time Edwin returned, Lily was already throbbing all over with suppressed arousal; feeling like some kind of string instrument being wound up tighter and tighter; becoming more attuned. Edwin sat next to her on the couch, placing the tray he was carrying on the low, round table before them. On it were a couple of glasses, a bottle of red wine, and a wooden bowl of luscious cherries, strawberries and peaches; interspersed with small round balls of what looked like some kind of delicious chocolate. Lily gasped in delight.

  "All of my favorite fruit! But how did you - and where did you get them at this time…?" - she glanced into his eyes and faltered as he raised his eyebrows winningly, silencing her as she felt herself drawn into those emerald pools.

  "I can give you only the best, Lily", he said gently, pouring the wine for them. She noticed vaguely that somewhere a delectably smooth saxophone was playing softly over a mouthwatering bass-l
ine, and she felt herself taken with the music, leaning back on the couch as she took her proffered glass from Edwin and sipped slowly. It was divine.

  She was still unsure of how to communicate her feelings to Edwin but this was becoming increasingly irrelevant as she felt the momentum of the wave of passion which seemed to be rolling ever closer towards the two of them. As Edwin moved closer to her she could almost feel the ripples of his energy; nourishing her in ways she did not quite yet understand. She breathed deeply, tasting Edwin's tantalizing aroma in her nostrils, and unconsciously moved her body to his so that they were almost touching.

  They looked into each others' eyes, both savoring the thrill of the wave rolling deliciously closer.

  Lily had never been so hesitant about taking the sexual initiative before; but something about the situation meant that she wanted everything to go perfectly. She moved her face towards Edwin's slowly, and then gasped as he held up his hand, creating a shield in between their mouths. She hesitated, unsure at first of what game he was playing; then noticed that he was offering her one of the darkest, plumpest cherries she had ever seen.