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Authors: Darla Daughter
My Step Billionaire (Taboo First Time Bareback Romance)
My Step Billionaire
(Taboo First Time Bareback Romance)
by Darla Daughter
Copyright 2014 DARLA DAUGHTER
All Rights Reserved
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The sweet and untouched Carol is tired of being ignored by her new boss, the smoking hot billionaire, Alexander Blake, who just happens to be her stepfather’s brother. He still sees her as a child instead of the sexy, confident woman she’s become.
But all that’s about to change when she stops being the good girl and shows him that she’s not so innocent after all.
READ ON TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS…
All of the hot, sexy, and sometimes depraved characters in this story are entirely fictional, NOT related by blood, and are consenting adults over the age of nineteen. Any similarities to real people is awesome, but not intentional.
Enjoy and COME again!
Chapter 1
Starting a new job was always scary, and this wasn’t just any old job. I had gotten hired by the prestigious investment firm, Blake Financial.
It was only a part time deal while I finished college, but at just nineteen years old, I was one of the youngest junior analysts ever hired by the company.
I wanted to believe I had been hired because of my stellar grades, my professional demeanor, and my knowledge of the ever-shifting investment landscape. I really wanted to believe that.
But the fact was, my name was Carol Blake. As in Blake Financial. As in my step-uncle was the founder and CEO of the company, Alexander Blake. I was pretty sure that’s how I had gotten the job.
I almost didn’t apply here. Getting by on my family’s name was not something I wanted to do. I worked damn hard at everything in life, and I didn’t want people to think I was getting a free pass just because of my last name.
Still, I
was
qualified for this job, and Blake Financial was the best investment firm in the city. While I didn’t want to just cash in on my family connections, I also didn’t want to punish myself by taking a lower position at a lesser company.
I just had to prove my worth to my clients and all the horrible whispering going on behind my back would stop. I knew what they said about me. I saw the looks of jealousy on people’s faces in the office when I walked by.
I would shut those haters up and show them that I was more than just my last name and a pretty face. To do that, I first needed to get some clients.
I had been at the firm for over a month now and so far, I hadn’t been assigned any accounts. My uncle told me he just wanted me to understand how things worked first, but I knew he was being overprotective of me like always.
He had always kind of been like a father to me, since his brother, my stepfather, was kind of a loser. My dad was a lazy drunk who spent more time at the bar than he did at home.
It was always so crazy to me that the two men could be so different. One was a successful billionaire and the other barely had two nickels to scrape together at any given time.
My father’s life was a cautionary tale. I rejected him and everything he stood for. Instead, I used my uncle as a shining example of the kind of person I wanted to be. He was my hero, and to be honest, I’d always kind of had a crush on him.
He was as sexy as he was smart. A daily routine of jogging and lifting kept his body tight and his mind sharp. I don’t know how he found the time, to be honest. But he approached his fitness regimen the way he approached his work, with razor sharp focus and a tireless drive.
I guess the trade off was that he didn’t have any family to speak of, other than my father and I. He had given up on having a love life and a family to achieve his goals.
I couldn’t imagine doing that. All I really wanted to do was settle down and have a family. I mean, I wanted to be successful and to prove myself to the world, but I knew that was just because of where I came from. If I wasn’t so ashamed of my own family, I would be content to just find a good man and surround myself with babies.
Maybe Alexander had the same things driving him to succeed in life.
He often seemed lonely to me, locked away in his office answering endless phone calls and meeting with client after client. It was so sad to me. A man like that deserved better. He deserved a good woman and someone to go home to at the end of the day.
And it seemed like such a waste that his sexy, toned body wasn’t being used to its full potential. As strange as it sounds, I sometimes fantasized about what it would be like to make love to him. To feel his strong arms hold me close to him, to press my eager lips against his, and to be pleasured by him.
I imagined he would approach lovemaking the same way he approached everything else, with skill and ability. I bet he knew exactly how to please a woman and to make her moan with ecstasy.
I had never had sex before, but I imagined that Alexander was exactly the type of man I wanted to give my virginity to.
I was getting hot just thinking about it, sitting there in my cubicle. I wondered if I could sneak off to a quiet meeting room somewhere in the building and engage in a little bit of self love.
Or maybe I could handle things right here in my cubicle.
My hand slipped beneath my suit jacket as if it had a mind of its own. My fingers grazed across my breast, and my nipple hardened instantly at my touch. A warm tingling thrill rushed through me.
Could I really be doing this in the middle of the office where anyone could catch me?
I strained my ears for any sounds that someone was approaching, but the coast seemed clear. My hand began massaging my breast, and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan.
I must have been hornier than I thought. My whole body seemed hot and sensitive. My thighs clenched together, putting pressure on the desperate ache throbbing between my legs. I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t dare touch myself down there while sitting in the middle of the office.
There would be no explaining that if someone came in and caught me.
But my need was overwhelming. It had been too long since I’d relieved my passionate urges. Between school and the new job, I barely had any time to myself, much less any time to take matters into my own hands, so to speak.
My skirt was just loose enough for me to press my hand down between my legs. I stroked myself through the thin material. A shudder ran through my body at the feeling. Just that light pressure of my hand was enough to make me squirm.
I imagined that my hand was Alexander’s hand. The thought of his strong, masculine hand buried between my legs got me soaking wet and hornier than I ever thought imaginable. A quiet moan escaped my lips.
“Carol,” a deep voice behind me said.
It was my uncle.
Chapter 2
I froze in my seat and my face turned beet red. Thank god I had my back to him. There was no way he could see what I had been doing. Still, I was pretty sure he had heard the sound of my moan.
“Carol, are you alright?” he asked, the concern evident in his voice.
I took a deep breath to steady myself. Then I spun my chair around, moving my hands to sit innocently in my lap as I did it. I tried to put on my most neutral expression, hoping that he couldn’t see the desire surging within me.
He looked down at me with his cool blue eyes. I could stare into those eyes for hours.
No, I had to stop thinking like that. It was wrong. He was family, and I shouldn’t have these kind of dark desires for family. I don’t know what had come over me, but it needed to stop.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I finally said. “How are you?”
He almost seemed surprised by the question. Did nobody ever ask him how he was doing? Was he truly that alone in the world? My heart went out to him in that moment.
“I’m good,” he said. “I was just coming in to check up on you.”
“Oh, things with me are the same as ever. I’ve been reading the financial reports and I’ve come up with some investment ideas.”
He brushed my comment away. “That’s nice.”
The easy way with which he dismissed my ideas made me angry. My arousal washed away beneath my cold fury. Maybe he would never be interested in me as a woman, but he was damn well going to learn to respect me as a colleague, no matter how young I was.
“When are you going to set me up to meet with some clients?” I asked.
He shrugged. “When I think you’re ready.”
“And when will that be? I know all the markets and all the strategies. Why did you even hire me if you didn’t actually want my input?”
His eyes narrowed. “I hired you for your potential. But I don’t think you have what it takes to work with clients. Not yet anyway.”
“How am I ever going to be ready if you don’t give me a chance to actually work with clients? I’ll never learn anything just sitting in this cubicle.”
He seemed to consider it for a second. I sat watching him, my heart fluttering in my chest. I couldn’t believe the way I’d just spoken to him. It was so unlike me, but dammit, it was tired of not being taken seriously. From the other people in the office, I could bear it, but from my uncle who I cared so much about, it was too much.
“You’re right,” he said finally. “Maybe it
is
time for you to get some field experience.” He tapped a finger to his lips. “I think I know just the client. He’s a mean son of a gun and a tough sell. He will not go easy on you. I’ll set it up for tonight.”
Excitement rushed through me. “Trial by fire, huh?”
He grinned. “You have no idea.”
***
I looked at myself in the mirror, holding up different outfits that I thought might work for tonight. Nothing seemed right.
I wanted to look professional and more mature than my youthful looks suggested, but I also wanted to dress a little bit sexy. Any advantage in a business situation would help, and there was nothing wrong with charming someone with my physical appearance.
I would dazzle him with my looks and then knock him out with my business savvy. It was a one-two punch that would get any client thrilled to work with me. I figured it would be a nice change from the stuffy middle-aged men that filled the halls of Blake Financial.
Of course, I didn’t want to dress too sexy. I wasn’t a slut trying to sell my ass on the street. The outfit had to look classy, too.
I finally found just the right dress. It was the perfect little black dress that would look at home in the board room or the ball room. It showed off just the right amount of cleavage and clung to my hips suggestively without being too tight.
***
My hands were shaking as I rode the elevator up the to penthouse of a swanky downtown building. The doorman had called ahead to announce my arrival, and my mystery client had him send me up.
Alexander had told me it was going to be a business dinner at the client’s home. I knew we worked with some high class business types, but I never expected my first client to be someone so obviously wealthy.