Very Bad Billionaires (16 page)

Midnight

Jalicia

I wake up to a large, warm hand slipping between my legs. My hands are still tied in front of me. I’m disoriented, and I have no clue where I am. Is this an extremely erotic dream?

As a finger slips inside of me, I know that it’s not a dream. It’s dark in this room, but I can see the glow of green numbers in front of me. It’s midnight, and I’m wet. I can feel a hard, hot cock resting between my ass cheeks.

“Ah, good, you’re awake. I need you.” I have no idea how he knows, but he does. He twists me so that I’m on my back, then he pushes inside of me. He shifts my legs so that his shoulders are near my ankles. He leans forward, and my legs go towards my head. I am pinned beneath him, helpless with my hands still bound. I’m panting, and I don’t know if that’s because my diaphragm is having a hard time expanding in this position or if I’m just really turned on. Probably a mix of both.

He’s rough with me as he takes me progressively harder and harder. I try to push back with my legs, but he just pushes them back into position. I am here for his pleasure.

He pulls his dick out of me. My pussy cries out for him.

“I want you on top.”

He lays beside me, and I turn so that I can throw my leg over his body. He pulls my body and positions me over his exact center. My knees are on the bed on each side of him.

“Take me.” Without waiting for me to move, he pulls my body onto his waiting cock. He stretches me so wide. I feel the pull and burn. No matter how many times I take him inside of me, it still feels like his cock is too big for me to handle. It forces me to stretch wider than I thought it would be possible for me to stretch.

He bucks wildly into my body, and I come down in a slow rhythm. I must be too slow for him, though, because he starts lifting me and pushing me down harder and faster. Our skin slaps together as he bounces me up and down on his body.

His body tautens like a bowstring pulled tight, and he spills his seed into me. He’s flooding my insides. I gasp as I fall over the cliff right after him.

He sits up, and he pulls me into his arms. He loops his leg around my body and kisses me tenderly on the mouth.

“You are perfect.”

We fall asleep like that, together, joined, holding one another.

Surprise Gift

Jalicia

ONE MONTH LATER

I’m sweating as I wait for the pregnancy test to give me the result I need. I don’t know if I want there to be one line or two, but I bite my nails as I wait for it to show me a result. I missed my period this month, when I’m normally as regular as a German train. My period is always exactly at the beginning of the month, and it’s been like that since I started college and moved into a dorm with a bunch of other girls.

Then, my phone’s timer goes off. Marimba plays. I pick the test up. There are definitely two lines.

Oh gosh.

I’m filled with so many different emotions. I’m happy to have a kid, of course, but I have no idea what this means for me. I know it’s Christopher’s, but I don’t know how he’s going to react. We’ve only been dating for a month, and to have a positive pregnancy test this early means that I probably got pregnant our first night together. He’s been such a prince for the last month, spending every night with me and showering me with gifts. They aren’t the kind of thoughtless gifts that men get when they have their secretaries order from Tiffany’s either. He gives me a tiny thing every night. One time it was a really little white teddy bear that smelled like chocolate that held a little red pillow with white embroidered lettering saying, “You’re sweet.” Another time it was a boat trip so that we went deep sea fishing in a glass-bottomed boat. We took a tiny trip over to France to run around and drink wine. He could give me anything in the world, and he gave me the ones that I would love.

I know that we are falling in love. Truth be told, I might already be in love with him. A month is too soon, though. I am scared that he’d make me raise the baby alone. Oh gosh. I just don’t know how to feel right now.

I put the pregnancy test into my purse.

I guess I need to face the music.

Reveal

Christopher

I hear a knock on my office door.

“Come in,” I call.

The door swings open, revealing Jalicia’s beautiful face.

“Hey, Jalicia.” I’m so careful not to show the nature of our relationship at work, but it’s hard sometimes. My whole body is singing now that we’ve seen her today. Yeah, she may have left my bed only hours ago, but it feels like a lifetime.

“I have to tell you something.” She closes the door carefully behind her.

“Come in. Sit down. What is it?”

Her face is very serious, and I start to worry. Is she going to break up with me? I think guiltily of the variety of engagement rings that I have in my desk drawer. The jeweler was so happy to have a customer like me that he let me keep a tray of his best rings in my locked desk drawer, as long as I promised to pay for all of them should they get stolen. I promised, and so I sort of bought them all. I didn’t know which one Jalicia would like.

She’s twisting her hands in front of her.

I frown. “What is it?”

“I don’t know how to say this, Christopher. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“What?” My sense of dread increases.

“I’m pregnant.”

I blow out a huge breath. Ok, that was not what I was expecting. A flash of relief passes through me — she’s not breaking up with me — but she is anxiously looking at me.

“That’s great news.” I come around my desk and give her a great big hug. I kiss her temple. “I’m ecstatic.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad? Are you joking? I can’t think of anything better.”

She smiles a tentative smile at me. “Me neither.”

“I should be going to a meeting right now, but there’s something far more important.” I let her go, and I go back around to my desk. I find my key in my key ring, and I unlock the drawer that has the jeweler’s case in it. I unlatch it, and the blue velvet is revealed.

She gasps in front of me.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Gorgeous.” She touches one, and then she snatches her hand back.

“Don’t worry. They won’t bite.”

“They’re unbelievably perfect. I don’t know.” She locks eyes with me. “How long have you had those?”

“Ever since our first night together. I knew you were the one for me then.”

She smiles, and a tear drops down her cheek. I catch it with my index finger.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so happy.” She sniffs, and then she launches herself into my arms. She tilts her face up for a kiss, and I drop a hot and hungry one on her mouth.

I fall on my knee, still holding the case.

“Jalicia Kingston, I fell in love with you the first night that I had you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She’s crying even more now. “Yes.” She wipes her eyes. “Yes!”

I put the case on my desk. I bend her back in a movie-star kiss, her hair clenched in my fist and a hand under her back.

I stand up after a moment, and I pick up her lush body. I put her on my desk. I thank my lucky stars that she’s wearing a dress today. I rip her panties apart. We’ve kept our relationship a complete secret inside of the company, but now that we’re engaged, it doesn’t seem as important anymore.

I suck her clit into my mouth, and the taste of her honey fills it. I lick her gently and forcefully in turns, and she quickly and quietly orgasms on my desk.

I open my pants and my boxers. “You’re not my employee. You’re my fiancée.” I can’t wait another second. I have to have her. I slam inside of her body. I grip her shoulders, and I give her every piece of me. All of me loving all of her.

She orgasms beneath me, and I fill her with my hot jets of seed. As we both climb down, I touch her soft stomach. A smile spreads across my face.

I lean down to kiss her. “I’m just so happy, too. Every one of your moans belongs to me, now.”

Epilogue

Christopher

TWENTY MONTHS LATER

I bring my kid down the stairs to his very first birthday party. He’s dressed in a light blue suit, which I didn’t even know came in baby size. He looks snazzy, but of course I’m biased since I’m his dad.

Jalicia’s buzzing around the kitchen, trying to make sure that everything is perfect even though we have a party planner, a caterer, and various other peoples to make the wheels turn. Her career as a musician has skyrocketed, but she always makes time for family.

“Hello, love,” I call softly.

She spins on her heel to look at us. Her eyes soften as she takes in the picture of the two of us.

“You look very handsome in your suits, my boys.” She tilts her face up for a kiss, and I drop a quick one on her mouth. She kisses Roger on his little forehead. He holds out his arms, and she takes him in her arms.

“Happy birthday, precious baby.”

I kiss her temple, and I put my arms around my little family. I don’t think a happier man could exist.

Alyse Zaftig is a romance author who loves to write about women who break the mold. Sassy heroines are her favorite.

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(Kidnapped by the Alpha Series)

Cassandra Dee

CHAPTER ONE

Becca

“Please, Becca, for me?” my sister pleaded.  I sighed.  Our parents died when we were young, so I felt more like a mother than an older sister sometimes.  Okay, maybe most of the time.  But I was still grateful that the foster care system had never separated us because Trina was my only living relative.

“Please?” Trina whined again, twirling her red hair, her eyes limpid blue pools.  “The catering company called me last minute about this job, and I’ve had this salon appointment for months.  It’s for my date with Caleb tomorrow, I need to look nice because we’re going to a really nice restaurant!”

I sighed again.  After aging out of foster care, we’d had to look for jobs immediately.  Trina had gotten a job as a caterer, probably more based on her looks than any aptitude for serving others.  She was eighteen and gorgeous.  With luscious, fire-red hair and a smashing figure, she looked sexy in a maid’s outfit, complete with little apron.  I’m sure the catering company made mad tips when Trina worked.

And this guy Caleb.  I sighed again.  She’d met Caleb a few months ago at one of her jobs, which I’m sure was strictly against the rules.  But rich guys are everywhere at these high-end events, and they’d struck up a “relationship.”  I say that with air quotes because to me, Caleb and Trina were like two kids playing in love, with nary a care in the world.  He’s the scion of some rich family, and had never had to earn anything on his own merits. 

“Trina, no,” I said exasperatedly.  “I’m tired after working all day, and you’re only giving me two hours of notice.  I can’t just drop everything to fill in for you!”

“But Becca,” she said, big tears pooling in her eyes.  “I think Caleb’s going to propose at the restaurant.  It would be so horrible if I looked bad in the pictures!”

I sighed again.  God, she was dramatic.  The thing was, they were both so impulsive that Caleb probably was going to propose … and they’d be married and divorced within a year.  But I found myself caving in again.  My little sister knew exactly which buttons to push.

“Fine, fine,” I grumbled.  “Just give me your outfit, I have nothing clean to wear.”

“Thanks Becca!” she exclaimed, jumping up joyfully and giving me a hug.  Of course, she was restored to happiness and light after getting her way … again.  “I owe you a million.  It’s a black-tie affair at the old Caldwell mansion, you’ll be in and out in a few hours, I promise.”

I groaned internally again.  Another fuddy-duddy black-tie affair where I’d be nothing more than furniture to the partygoers.  Eff me. 

CHAPTER TWO

Becca

Oh shit.  Trina’s outfit was ridiculous.  We’re sisters, fraternal twins actually, but you’d never mistake us for one another.  Trina got all the looks in the family.  She’s tall and slender, with dramatic red hair and limpid blue eyes as clear as the sky.  She’s often mistaken for a model or actress, someone with a dazzling future.  I, on the other hand, have never been asked about a career in show biz.

Sure, I have red hair too, but mine is more of a strawberry blonde, wavy and uncontrollable if I don’t give it a thorough brushing.  Whereas Trina has blue eyes, I have caramel brown, and my nose has a sprinkling of freckles, my mouth too big for my pert face.  Plus, I’m petite and curvy, if you know what I mean.  So I was busting out of Trina’s dress in all the wrong places.

The outfit was just too damn small for me.  It was tight around the boob-section, hugged my ass and hips like a glove, and way too short just for starters.  I tried to arrange the apron over the black fabric to be a little more decent, but that barely helped.  The white frills reached mid-thigh at best, and the matching black pumps were borderline vulgar.  Didn’t caterers usually have to wear sensible shoes?

But what the hell, I just had to make it through a couple hours, and I had no suitable clothes of my own.  I was a junior production assistant at the local TV station, and my wardrobe consisted of jeans and baseball caps most days.  No little black dresses needed, no sirree.

Sighing, I twisted my reddish blonde hair into a plait and placed the French maid’s cap onto my head, pinning it in place.  I surveyed myself in the mirror once more, and gave another huge sigh.  Trina was going to owe me big for this one.