My Step Billionaire (Taboo First Time Bareback Romance) (2 page)

I was starting to wonder if I had bitten off more than I could chew. My first client pitch should have been for a middle of the road investor, not someone like this.

But Alexander had said it would be a trial by fire. If I had to prove myself to him the hard way, I would do it. Nothing was going to stand in my way tonight. Not some mean old bastard or the fear gnawing at me.

This was my night to shine.

The elevator doors slid open, but instead of a hallway, it opened up directly into a stylish living room dripping with luxury. I stepped out onto the marble floor, my heels ringing out loudly in the silence.

The client was nowhere to be seen.

“Hello,” I called out, hating the nervous tone in my voice. This was no way to make a good impression.

A deep, baritone voice called out to me from somewhere out of sight. “I’m in the kitchen.”

He didn’t sound like a mean old man like Alexander had described. To be honest, he sounded young and kind of hot. Maybe tonight would go better than I expected.

I followed the voice through a doorway and my jaw dropped at what I saw when I entered the kitchen.

Chapter 3

Alexander was standing there looking at me. Just Alexander.

Just my uncle, looking mouth-wateringly sexy in an expensive tailored button shirt that hugged his broad shoulders deliciously and form fitting slacks that highlighted the bulge in his crotch.

He was older, but he wore those extra years well. The streaks of gray in his dark hair made him look regal and refined. He looked confident and in control as he gazed at me. His eyes roved over my body, seeming to approve of my choice of outfit.

“You look stunning,” he said.

I blinked in surprise. Did he really just say that to me?

The whole scene distracted me for a moment. Seeing him standing there in the soft light of the fancy kitchen was like my earlier fantasy come to life. I felt a warm tingling in my core, and my thighs slickened with lust.

The arousal I’d felt earlier was back. With all my excitement about getting a chance to meet with a client, I didn’t have time to take the edge off my raging sex drive. Of course, the whole things had been some kind of cruel trick.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked, the anger clear in my voice. “What are you doing here?”

“This is where I live,” he said with a smirk on his face.

“No it isn’t. I’ve been to your house before.”

“You’ve been to one of my homes, yes.” He gestured around him at the lush surroundings. “This is where I stay when I have to work late.”

“Fine, whatever,” I said. “But where’s the client? Is he meeting us here?”

He arched an eyebrow at me. “I
am
the client.”

I blinked at him in surprise. “You’re not a client. You’re… well… you’re you.”

“Yes, I am,” he said. “But like I said, you’re not ready to meet a real client.”

I threw my hands up in frustration. “This is bullshit. Why did you have me come here if there’s no meeting?”

“There is a meeting. With me. Tonight, I don’t want you to think of me as your uncle. Tonight, I am your potential client. I’ve been looking for some new investment options, and I heard that you had some good ideas.”

“I didn’t come here to play games. This isn’t funny.”

“Do you see me laughing?” he asked. His face was dead serious. He was definitely not laughing.

“Now, are you going to sell me or not?” he asked.

My blood boiled. So this is what he brought me here for. A test. A stupid roleplaying scenario that we could have just done at the office.

Why all the mystery? Why all the theatrics?

He could have saved me all those hours of nervousness and anticipation if he’d just been honest with me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to swallow my outrage like I always did. I was the good girl. I didn’t make waves. I didn’t complain, even when someone close to me tricked me for no reason.

But my rage would not disappear.

Fuck that, I thought. I
should
be angry. I was sick of being the good little girl. That was the reason he still saw me as a child who couldn’t hold her own in the big leagues.

Well, if he wanted to play games with me, I could play right back. And I was going to play to win.

I stalked over to him, swaying my hips like an angry jungle cat. I closed the distance between us and stood with my face just inches from his.

He looked down at me with his eyebrows raised in an unspoken question.

“Well, Mr. Blake,” I said. “It’s a pleasure to meet such a handsome new client.”

He backed away from me until his hips banged against the counter behind him. “Carol, what are you doing?”

I pressed forward, barely giving him room to breathe, and placed a finger on his lips. “You told me to sell you. So I’m going to sell you.”

He gripped my wrist in his strong hand and pulled it away from his face. “You’re supposed to be selling me investment advice, not whatever this is.”

“I
am
trying to get you to invest. I want you to invest in me. I want you to see me for who I really am, not who you think I am.”

“Who I think you are is my niece, and I am your uncle. This is entirely inappropriate.”

I grinned at him evilly and shook my head. “No sir. Like you said before, tonight you’re not my uncle. You’re just a man, and I’m just a woman.”

I slid my hand down his chest, letting my fingertips trace over the hard lines of his muscles. His breath hitched in his chest at my touch.

“This isn’t right,” he said a little breathlessly.

“What isn’t right is the way you treat me like a child,” I shot back at him. “Tonight you’re gonna learn that I’m not a child anymore.” I slid my hand down to the bulge in his pants. “You’re going to learn it the hard way.”

He stiffened beneath my touch. His cock struggled to break free of his expensive slacks.

“We can’t do this,” he said.

I gave his cock a squeeze. “Oh yes we can. I think there’s a big part of you that definitely wants to do this.”

He grabbed my arms and pushed me firmly away from him. “Why are you torturing me like this? I don’t understand.”

“I’m not trying to torture you. I’m trying to help you.”

“Help me?” he asked. “Help me how?”

“I’m going to show you that you don’t have to be alone all the time. Not anymore.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me, as if trying to decide whether I meant what I said. There was no mistaking the longing in my gaze. I wanted him. I’d always wanted him. It felt so good to say finally act on those feelings after all these years.

The only thing that would feel better was to hear him say it back to me.

“This is crazy,” he whispered.

“It is. That doesn’t make it wrong. I need you, even if it’s just for tonight. Can’t you give me that? Just one night?”

My heart was racing in my chest and the blood pulsed loudly in my ears. This was it. The moment of truth. All or nothing. Either I won it all or I lost everything. It all depended on the next few seconds. It all depended on him.

I saw something shift in his expression. His blue eyes blazed with fire and I saw raw desire in those flames.

He wrapped me in his strong arms and he kissed me.

Chapter 4

The world seemed to tilt on its axis when his lips met mine.

Now that he had given in to his desires, he had taken control. His passion overwhelmed me and swept me away in its current.

His hands roved over my body, exploring every curve of me while holding me up on my trembling legs. I leaned into him and felt the hard length of his erection pressing into me. I shifted my hips against his bulge, wanting to feel all of it.

He pushed me back against the kitchen island. The cool surface of its granite top felt good against my flushed skin.

I thought he might be having second thoughts, but when I looked into his eyes, I saw no hesitation there. No guilt or remorse. All I saw was pure unbridled lust.

He yanked the bodice of my dress down, exposing my breasts for his hungry eyes.

“You are gorgeous,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Then he dipped his head down to take my nipple in his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around my hard bud, wet and thrilling. I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Oh god, that feels good.”

His hands caressed my thighs while he licked at my breasts. His touch left trails of hot fire on my skin and sent waves of desire pulsing into my clit.

He lifted up the hem of my skirt until it was over my hips. Then he gazed down at my lacy red panties that barely covered my slit. I had worn them because they made me feel sexy and confident. I had no idea that someone else would be seeing them. Especially not him.

He kissed my neck while his hand moved up between my legs. He stroked me with his thick fingers, and my pussy flooded with desire.

He pressed his thumb against my clit while his fingers stroked me. The combination felt heavenly. So much better than it had ever felt when I was just doing it on my own.

I could feel his hot breath on me. I could smell the manly scent of him, like wood and leather. His stubble rasped against my skin as he kissed and licked at me. The prickling sensation tickled my skin and sent shivers through me.

This is what being with a real man felt like, and it was the best feeling in the world.

He slipped his hand down my panties and slid a finger between my drenched slit. He teased my lips apart, meeting no resistance since I was so wet. He started to stroke me. I bit my lip and moaned.

He continued to tease my breasts with his mouth. My breathing quickened and my pulse raced.

My hips gyrated against his hand, squirming at the irresistible desire he was making me feel. I needed more of his touch. The things he was doing to my virgin pussy ignited a feeling of pure bliss inside me.

My whole body was hot and sensitive. Every little sensation seemed magnified, driving me wild. The feeling of his fingers inside me and his slick thumb circling my clit erased all rational thought from my brain.

All I could feel was the waves of pleasure rolling over my body, building up and up like a tidal wave about to crash and carry me away.

Then it did.

My orgasm thundered through me like a tsunami. My whole body seemed to clench and shake, and I made a very unladylike moaning sound that everyone in the whole building could probably hear.

I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the waves of ecstasy I was feeling.

As I came down, I leaned against his chest to catch my breath. He kissed the top of my head.

“You look so beautiful when you come,” he said.

His words sent a shiver through me. I had the overwhelming desire to pleasure him the way he had just pleasured me.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and yanked his pants open, sending a button clattering to the kitchen floor. He grunted at the force of my eagerness.

I pulled his pants and underwear down his hips and his cock sprang to life in front of me. It was big and somehow prettier than I expected it to be. I had seen some dirty videos online, but none of those men had a cock as pretty as Alexander’s.

My hands caressed up and down his length. I was amazed at how hot and hard it was. I explored him with my fingers, tracing the line of his shaft and the thick veins bulging on his erection.

Then I leaned my head forward and probed the swollen tip of him with my tongue. He tasted masculine and good. Something about that taste and the smell of him got me even hotter than I was before.

I wrapped my lips around his head, trying to mimic what I had seen in those dirty videos. This was the first cock I had ever sucked, and I wanted to make sure I did it right.