The Billionaire's Desire (A Billionaire BWWM Steamy Romance) (23 page)

☼
    
☼
    
☼

My
heart was ready to beat nearly out of my chest with desire.
 
Not only was she the most beautiful
woman I had ever seen, but
no one
had
ever had her before.
 
Desire made my
tongue feel thick in my mouth and the steady beat of my throbbing cock
threatened to drive me mad.
 
I
needed her.
 
I wanted her.
 
And from the way she was looking at me;
skin flushed and eyes wide with her pretty plump lips parted slightly, I was
going to have her right now.

"Spread
your legs," I told her.
 
She shifted
slightly on my desk, yanking her skirt upward, exposing the smoothness of her
luscious thighs.
 
I pressed them
apart firmly with my hands, positioning her so that she was open and ready for
me.
 

I
snaked my hands upward, lightly brushing against her skin with my
fingertips.
 
I watched her whole
body break out into delicious goose bumps at my touch and the sight inflamed
me.
 
I let my eager fingers travel
further.
 
Hooking them around the
clean white cotton panties that hid my goal from view, I gave a little
tug.
 
She raised her hips
accommodatingly, and I gave a sharp yank, hearing the delicate fabric tear as I
flung them away.
 
She gave a small
gasp, but did not protest, as I wound my hands under her ass and lifted her so
that she rested, sitting, right at the edge of my desk, perched precariously
and watching me fixedly with those wide brown eyes.

She had
given her permission, but in that moment it would not have mattered either
way.
 
She was going to be mine.
 
I was going to be her first, the standard
by which she would measure all her other lovers.
 
I intended to make them all pale in
comparison.

"Lean
back," I ordered.
 
She obeyed,
leaning back on her elbows so that her perfectly heavy breasts jutted toward
the ceiling.
 
Their caramel perfection
distracted me from my goal for just a moment, and I allowed myself one healthy
squeeze before I knelt before her.

The
glistening flesh of her untouched pussy beckoned me like a lighthouse.
 
I gently spread the delicate folds,
exposing the hot, wetness to the cool air.
 
She made a small, kittenish yelp as I bent my head to her.

The
first lick was for me.
 
Just a
taste, to let the sweetness flood my mouth.
 
My cock throbbed painfully as the nectar
hit my tongue.
 
"God, you taste
good.
 
Just as sweet as you
look."

Her
only answer was a stifled moan.
 
She
was still holding back.
 
I couldn't
have that.

I
flattened my tongue along the whole of her sex, lapping slowly from the base of
her puckered opening all the way up to that hooded nub.
 
Her stifled moan became louder as she
squirmed under me.
 
I kneaded the
flesh of her thighs, pinning her in place so that she was completely at my
mercy as I swirled my tongue along her untouched opening, priming it expertly
before moving back upward.
 
I
concentrated on that buzzing little nub for a moment, delighting in the way her
hips moved in time with my strokes.
 
Her breath was coming faster now, short little panting gasps that let me
know what she needed.

A flood
of wetness poured over my tongue and I knew she was ready for the next
step.
 
Still concentrating the whole
of my tongue's ministrations on her clit, I drew my index finger along her
folds.
 
At first I just let it dip
into her, just to let her get used to my presence there.
 
She bore down, inviting me inside.

Then I
plunged my finger inside of her and hooked it forward, catching the spongy
flesh of her G-spot as I flicked my tongue over her clit.

"Fuck!"
she swore as her spontaneous, uninhibited orgasm nearly lifted her from the
desk. She surged upward, pressing herself into me as she ground out her ecstasy
into my eager face.
 
I kept at her,
not allowing her a moment's rest and as the second orgasm pulsed against my
finger, I slipped a second one inside of her, stretching her opening, preparing
her for her first time.

My
sweet Nakia had turned into a wildcat.
 
She bucked and hissed against me, wordless cries like the calls of an
animal tore from her throat.
 
I let
another finger slide in almost by accident.
 
She was so hot.
 
She was so wet.
 
She was so ready.

When I
felt her ecstasy die away and she lay gasping back on the desk, I stood
up.
 
My cock was rigid in my
hand.
 
I stroked myself lazily as I
let myself appreciate the sheen of her naked body.

"Jesus,
Zachary," she cried.

☼
    
☼
    
☼

He
grinned a crooked grin and twined my hair in his fist.
 
Yanking my head backward, he dove down
to my exposed throat.
 
I tumbled
backward onto the floor. I knew what was happening.
 
I was ready.

"Take
me, Zachary.
 
Do it now."

The
head of his cock spread the lips of my pussy.
 
He hovered there for a moment.
 
Then he surged upward.

The
sudden pain was nothing compared to the intense pleasure of being filled.
 
Suddenly I was feeling places inside of
me come alive, place that I had never knew even existed before this
moment.
 
I gasped to feel fullness
where I had never knew there was emptiness.
 

As he
began to move, I felt my own hips moving to accommodate him.
 
I wanted more.
 
I wanted him inside me.
 
I wanted to feel him everywhere.
 
The burning pain only intensified the
pleasure.

"Ah!"
I gasped.

When
his mouth found mine, I grabbed for him desperately.
 
His tongue swirled around mine;
possessing my mouth like his cock possessed my pussy.
 
I belonged to him; I was made for his
pleasure.
 
He thrust harder now, my
whole body rocking forward with the power of his motion.
 
I clutched his back, raking my nails
into his flesh as he bore into me.
 
Harder and harder he thrust.
 
And the harder he took me, the greater the sensations I was feeling grew,
until suddenly I felt something inside of me break wide open and I was falling
and flying at the same time as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.
 
His lips found my neck and he sank his
teeth into my skin as he ground out his own stifled cry.

 
He pulled back, his face contorted in a
mask of ecstasy.

I lay
there under him for a long time, as long as I could. "Sir," I finally
whispered.

"Hmm?"
He sounded like he had fallen asleep, though I couldn't see how that was
possible. It was just...his voice was so peaceful. I hated to disturb him.

"Sir,
we have a meeting," I reminded him, peering over his shoulder at the clock
on the wall. "Ten minutes."

"Cancel
it," he murmured against my neck. "I'm taking you out tonight."

I felt
giddy. "Okay," I laughed out loud.

"Go
home and rest for the rest of the day, that's an order." I could hear the
smile in his voice.

"Okay,"
I repeated. I certainly didn't feel sick any more, but I definitely felt sleepy
as hell.

When
Zach pulled away from me, I felt colder all of a sudden. Separating from him
seemed almost impossible. But he was my boss and the rest of the company
couldn't know what had just happened.

What had just happened....

The
thought clanged in my mind like a bell, tolling over and over as I rode the
elevator down to the main lobby. As I made for the door, August popped her head
over the reception desk. "Heading home?" she asked brightly.

My
tongue stumbled and I felt my cheeks flame. "Yeah," I muttered, and
ran for the door before I could betray myself any further.

I
reached my apartment, my head spinning over what had just happened. I had slept
with my boss. And what's worse, I had lost my virginity to him. My body flamed
when I remembered how eager I had been, how completely slutty and uninhibited.
How was I ever going to work with him again? How would he ever take me
seriously? How could I walk into work with my head held high, wondering if
anyone had any idea what had happened? He was too old for me, too rich, too
dominant. I was completely crazy for doing what I had done.

But it
wasn't until I took off my work clothes to change into my pajamas that I
remembered the real problem.

Zach
hadn't used a condom.

☼
    
☼
    
☼

Dalton
was standing in my doorway, staring at me for some reason. All I wanted to do
was think about Nakia: Nakia's body, Nakia's lips, Nakia's little cries as our
bodies came together. I didn't want to be looking at an aging, balding,
football hero when I was busy thinking about Nakia.

"What?"
I snapped.

"Have
you sent Miss James home for the day?" Dalton asked, one eyebrow raised.

I
gripped the handlebars of my chair tightly so as not to punch something.
"Yes," I said shortly. "She was sick."

"Mmmhmm.
"

Dalton's
raised eyebrow was really starting to piss me off.
 
"Was there something else you
needed?" I barked at him, opening up a folder and staring daggers at it.

"No
sir," he said smartly and turned on his heel.

I
sighed and shook my head. He could be trusted, I told myself. Dalton Cole had
kept his lips sealed when the tabloids had hounded him about Dana's affair. If
he knew what Nakia and I had just done, I could rest assured that no one else
would know.

I
hoped.

I
sighed again and rolled up my sleeves. Without Nakia here, I was completely
lost about where we were with the licensing agreements. I looked at my phone,
wondering if I should text her to meet me somewhere.

Then I
shook my head. That seemed wrong. I wanted to take Nakia out. A night on the
town, spoil her a bit. I wanted her to know she was more than just a workplace
distraction for me.

It all
fell into place at once, the way my best plans always do. I grabbed my phone
and hastily tapped a message before I lost my nerve.
The car will be waiting outside your place at seven, wear something
nice.

Then I
set my phone back down. Nakia would come through for me. She always did.

☼
    
☼
    
☼

"I
should be working."

I said
it out loud this time, hoping that if I spoke sternly enough, I might finally
listen to myself and stop lying here in my bed, huddled under the covers.

But for
once in my life, sleep seemed more important than work. I needed to rest, and
what's more, I really needed the peace that would come from a few hours of not
thinking about Zachary Kingsley.

"Okay
Kia, you can go to sleep now."

I said
this out loud too. But it seemed like the minute I made up my mind to take a
nap, I snapped wide awake again.

I
rolled over, frustrated by everything. Every time I relaxed enough to let sleep
overtake me, I jerked awake again, the memory of what had just happened
repeatedly battering around in my head. "Dammit," I moaned, pulling
my cool pillow over my overheated head. "I am so fucked."

Somehow
it felt better to hold the pillow over my face. Like it was a barrier that
nothing could get by. Gradually my heart rate slowed and I relaxed.

Then my
phone nearly buzzed off of my nightstand.

My eyes
flew open and I sat up in bed, my heart racing once more. For a moment, the
edges of my sight dimmed and my head swirled dangerously. I had to blink
several times before I could see straight.

When I
saw Zach's number, the tears came unbidden, gathering in my eyes and obscuring
the words on the screen. I hurriedly knuckled them away, pissed at myself for
being so weak.

When I
saw what he had written, I gasped and quickly flung it to the floor.

The car will be waiting outside your place
at seven, wear something nice.

Was he
insane? Was I insane for even considering it? Were we both completely nuts and
that was why we had just had sex in his office like something out of a movie?
That was the only explanation I could come up with, because nothing else made
sense. I was twenty years old last month. He was in his late thirties at least.
I was born poor, raised poor and continued to struggle. He was richer than God.

Besides…
He was an experienced man of the world, already married and divorced.

I had
only just lost my virginity.

To him.

There was no way in hell this could
possibly work.

I felt
a twinge of pain and looked down to see that I was gripping my leg so hard that
my fingernails were digging little half moons into my skin. Next to my finger
was a little mark, tiny little pinpricks of blood beneath the skin.

A mark
from his finger from where they had delved into my thighs as he lavished his
attention on my shivering clit.

Fuck.

I sat
bolt upright. Sleeping wasn't going to work. There was no way I was ever going
to be able to be able to sleep again until I handled this. "If something's
worth doing, it's worth doing right," I chanted to myself as I fired up my
wheezing laptop.

And I
had done absolutely everything wrong.

When I
had finished the letter and cajoled my balky printer into actually printing
something legible for a change, I stood back up again. The edges of my sight
dimmed for a moment, and I sat dizzily back down on my bed. I had been so
intent on what I had to do that I hadn't even noticed the dull aches settling
into my joints. Feverish prickles ran up and down my skin. Hurriedly, I gulped
down some water and grabbed the paper from my printer tray.

"You
have to do this," I told my reflection, trying to ignore just how
heartbroken the girl who looked back at me appeared. I tried wearing my
mother's scowl, but only succeeded in making my lips quiver. "You need to
do this right."

The
walk back to the Kingsley Building might have taken a second, or it could have
taken a year. My head felt like it was floating off of my shoulders by the time
I made it into the overly air conditioned lobby.

"Kia."
August's voice was strangely tight.

"Hey
there November," I croaked, trying to smile. She smiled back, but it
didn't meet her eyes.

I slid
the envelope over the desk. "Can you make sure this makes it to Mr.
Kingsley?"

She
eyed it without reaching for it. "You're not going up there yourself?
That's surprising."

If I
had felt better, I would have asked her what she was getting at. Each word
dripped out of her mouth laced with meaning. But I felt too shitty to spend any
more time on my feet. "No, I'm not. Thanks, girl."

I
turned to wobble out the front door. The blood was rushing in my ears, but
underneath it I swore I could hear a small exhalation.

"Gold-digging
bitch."