The Billionaire's Prescription

By: Imani King

BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance

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Doubts plagued Naomi from the moment he inserted the key card and they entered his room. Actually, it wasn’t so much a room as it was a suite ─ a master suite at that. Easily four or five times the size of her own hotel room, Naomi looked around the spacious quarters, taking note of the separate living and dining areas, both tastefully and expensively furnished. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed off the stars twinkling in the sky above as well as the lights from the buildings and houses below.

Before she could ask him how exactly he scored a suite as luxurious as this, he caressed her lower back. His touch sent tingles throughout her body that made her forget what she wanted to say.

He pulled her closer and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

She shook her head, not trusting herself to talk but managing to say, “This probably isn’t a good idea, maybe we shouldn’t ─”

The lowering of his mouth on to hers cut her off. His tongue swiped over the corners of her mouth and traced an outline around her lips, as if memorizing their form. Though his lips looked full and pillowy, they crushed against hers with a hard insistence. She responded by opening her mouth, allowing his tongue inside to duel with hers.

He pulled her closer as his tongue swirled inside her mouth, causing a rush of erotic sensations that made her grow dizzy with desire. The headiness went into overdrive as he pressed his erection against her stomach. A hardness that left no doubt as to what his intentions were and what he wanted to do.

Who are you kidding? Naomi asked herself. You knew all along you were coming up here to fuck. Don’t act all coy now.

But she had to admit she was acting anything but coy as she pressed her body closer to the man’s to feel the full weight of his erection. She also opened her mouth wider to deepen their kiss. A deep groan floated into the air but she couldn’t if it came from him or her.

They broke apart as quickly as they’d come together. Naomi wondered if her eyes burned as brightly with lust as his did. Although he hadn’t turned on any lights in the suite, the glimmer from the stars outside illuminated the desire on his face.

A knowing smile curled the corners of his mouth. “Now what were you saying about this not being a good idea?”

Chapter One

From where she sat on a velvet covered stool at the bar, Naomi Redford raised her glass, signaling to the bartender for another refill on her vodka tonic. Although white wine was her usual alcoholic drink of choice, tonight she wanted something stronger. Perhaps the bar’s masculine vibe, with its dark paneled walls and mahogany tables at the center of the room made her crave something different, something more potent.

Oh, who are you kidding? Her subconscious nagged her. You’re nervous about your speech to a room full of doctors and hospital administrators tomorrow. You ordered the vodka tonic to calm your anxiety. How’s that working out for ya?

Not well, Naomi had to admit. She felt just as anxious and edgy now after having downed two vodka tonics as she did when she first sat down at the bar. At least she didn’t have to worry about getting home since her hotel room was a mere ten floors above her current location. Surely, she wouldn’t drink enough so much she couldn’t even manage to press an elevator button or insert a key card into the door?

It will probably take just that much alcohol for me to stop feeling so uptight, Naomi thought bitterly. For the hundredth time, she wondered how she got talked into attending this conference, the Mid-Atlantic Alliance of Physicians, Surgeons, and Administrators. She didn’t belong here with the medical elite. This wasn’t her world, she didn’t fit in. Unfortunately, Staci Watson, her friend and the administrator of Philadelphia County Memorial, the hospital where Naomi also worked as an emergency room physician, gave her little choice.

“I’m caught up with the budget crisis here and can’t attend the conference,” Staci had told her last week. “I’ve already spent hundreds of dollars on the conference fees and hotel reservations and don’t want that money to go to waste. Please take my place and give a speech about the emergency room’s needs.”

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