Free The Wedding Rescue, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder

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Leigha
    I woke up to the sound of the door closing, the metallic click startling me out of my dreams. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. The room was dark, the bed wide, the sheets heavy and silky smooth. It wasn’t my bedroom, I knew that much. I’d been living there for two years, and still hadn’t hung curtains to block the early morning sun. My bed was a double with the same sheets I’d had in college. Stroking a hand over the fabric covering my naked body, I resolved to get a new set of sheets at home ASAP. I didn’t want to think about what they’d cost, but Dylan’s sheets were amazing.
    Dylan. The thought of his name brought the night before rushing back. First, meeting him in the bar, making that insane deal, then sucking his cock in a hallway, almost in plain view of the whole casino. And the orgasms. I’d never had sex like that before. I never even imagined I would. Leaning up against the window in his living room, my eyes on the lights of Vegas as he fucked me from behind was unbelievable.
    Sitting up in the bed, I pulled the sheet around me and looked for Dylan. The room was empty, the bathroom door wide open, and the light off. From what I’d seen the night before, the penthouse was enormous, so he might be somewhere else, but he wasn’t in the master suite.
    There was a folded note on the bedside table. It read, At the gym, back by 9:30 . A glance at the clock told me I had an hour before he was back. Part of me wanted to laze around in bed, but the rest of me desperately wanted a shower. Getting up, I headed for the bathroom to see my toiletries arranged neatly on the right side of the sink. If I had to guess, I’d bet my clothes were hung equally neatly in the closet. It must be nice to have a whole hotel’s worth of employees ready to jump to do your bidding. I’d never aspired to wealth. I’d always just wanted to be secure - a good job, with a decent place to live, and maybe enough money to go on vacation occasionally. But it was fun to see what the other side was like even if it was only for a few days, though.
    I could happily start with the bathroom. Easily bigger than my living room at home, it had a wide, creamy, marble counter, with a square custom designed sink set in the middle. The mirror was huge, framed in gilt, the linens all top quality. The shower and tub were opposite the sink, and both were big enough for an orgy. I couldn’t guess how much water it would take to fill the tub, though I’d love to find out. Fashioned from the same creamy marble as the rest of the bathroom, it sat beside the shower, in front of yet another window overlooking Vegas. It looked more like a hand carved piece of sculpture than a bathtub.
    As much as I would have loved to try it out, I headed for the oversized shower instead. A quick look in the mirror showed ratty hair, eyeliner circles under my eyes and pillow creases on my cheek. I didn’t want Dylan to see me like this. Not if I could help it. It took me a minute to figure out the controls for the multiple showerheads, but once I got it, I started to think about redoing my whole bathroom at home. His shower was amazing - jets of water coming from all sides as a waterfall spilled from above. Yum. Then I remembered Steven and my empty bank account. Never mind. No new bathroom for me. Not for a long time. And probably no new sheets either.
    I pushed that problem to the back of my mind. There was nothing I could do about Steven and all the money he’d stolen, so there was no point in dwelling on it. When would I get another chance to spend the weekend with a hot billionaire who was fantastic in bed? Likely, this was my one and only shot, so I wasn’t going to waste it moping about my asshole ex and his theft of my life savings. Instead, I’d think about the night before.
    The sex alone was enough to keep my brain occupied. The way he’d taken me against the glass window, not letting me turn to look at him, was beyond hot. And after,