TITLE: The billionaire and the virgin
AUTHOR: Bella Love-Wins
The world tilted a little on its axis the second that innocent little country girl appeared from the other side of the privacy glass on my penthouse terrace. Everything changed. Her timing couldn’t be any worse, but the second she climbs onto my balcony, I have to have her.
Her name is Dahlia.
Now, she’s my property.
She doesn’t know it yet, but Dahlia is about to be owned.
The bossy billionaire wants to make me pay.
The first time I laid eyes on Jackson Knight, the bossy billionaire next door, he gave me an intense, panty-dropping stare with those mesmerizing, sky-blue, brooding eyes.
The second time, I trespassed onto his penthouse balcony to retrieve a wayward, high-strung Shih Tzu I was pet-sitting for his neighbor.
Jackson warned me never to do that again, or next time he’d punish me and make me pay.
Well, dogs will be dogs.
It happened again.
And I found out he wasn’t lying about punishing me.
Now I’m naked and tied to Jackson’s bed. Any minute now, I’ll have to tell him that I’m a virgin.
*Authors’ Note: The Billionaire and the Virgin is a Standalone Romance with a guaranteed HEA ending and no Cliffhanger.
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“Jackson,” she moans. Grinding on my hand and cock, she whispers how much she wants me against my lips.
Fuck. My cock can’t wait another second to get inside her. I pull my fingers out, and with one sharp jerk, I bury my dick balls deep into her tight, smoldering hot pussy. Dahlia pulls from our kiss, and cups a hand over her mouth, muffling her moans as I fuck her hard. Knowing I’m the only one to ever breach her inner walls make me wild, and taking her raw like this, here at work, well it’s hot as fuck.
We go on this way for a while, and I drag her sweater up, moving her bra aside to suck and tease her breasts. As I swirl my tongue around each nipple, her core starts to tighten and throb around my shaft, letting me know she’s close without words. Grabbing her ass again, I ram into her, thrusting in and out.
I can stay like this for ages, taking her on every piece of furniture and in every position imaginable. But the thing is that we’re in my office, and although the door’s locked, I know there’s enough going on business-wise that I shouldn’t drag this out for too long. Someone is liable to interrupt us, and if it pertains to Mont Blanc, it’ll be too important to ignore. As much as I hate being responsible at a time like this, it’s best if I wrap this up before I get pulled away.
“Come for me, doll,” I whisper into her ear.
She digs her fingernails into my shoulders through my shirt, holding on tight as she grinds her hips. With a small cry, her body writhes through her climax. Her tight cunt feels like it’s summoning my dick to cum inside of her. I can’t fucking resist. A moment later, I explode my release deep in her core.
We pant hard to catch our breath, and after a short while, I get to my feet while she’s still connected to me, carrying her to my private bathroom. “You know what this means?” I ask as I lower her legs to the floor.
“You need to bring your fine ass down to my office more often. In those hot cowboys boots.”
She smiles, pulling her skirt back down her legs. “We’ll see.”
Just as I expected, there’s a hard, demanding knock on my office door. “What the hell is it, Gemma?” I shout. “I’m busy!”
“That’s no way to talk to your secretary,” says the very familiar masculine booming voice coming from the other side of my office.
It’s my dad.
“Who is that?” Dahlia asks nervously.
“My father. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of him,” I tell her, grabbing a hand towel to clean off. I put my dick back in my pants, zip up, and give my hands a quick wash. “You go ahead and get yourself straightened up.”
Walking briskly to the door, I pull it open a few inches. I’m almost bowled over by Dad, who charges in and walks right past me to my desk, wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit, and with his gray hair neatly combed back.
“We need to talk,” Dad grunts, and rests his hand on the backrest of the very chair where I just had my way with Dahlia.
He doesn’t notice that she’s standing in the middle of my bathroom—and Dahlia is too nervous to draw any attention to herself by shutting the door.
I’m not afraid of my father finding that I’ve been up to extracurricular activities in my office. It’s my office after all. What I know, though, is he’ll be very interested in the object of my lust. Dahlia isn’t going to leave here without Dad meeting her again. And he’ll want to know more about her. Which can go either way for her.
Dad gives me a once-over from head to toe. “Since when do you walk around the office looking like that? Half your shirt is out of your pants…and fix your damn tie.”
“Let’s talk in one of the boardrooms,” I tell him.