Billionaire 42 Chapter 1 (Streaming Lovers series, bk 1)
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Wishing Blake Greystoke would walk through the private entrance to the Red Club kept Lissa Trade’s bottom glued to the leather stool at the end of the bar. So far, wish- ing hadn’t been fruitful in catching Blake’s eye. Working for the sexy owner and semi-stalking him hadn’t really helped her capture his attention either. Short skirts, peek-a-boo tops, high heels, and killing it at her job hadn’t even turned the man’s head in her direction. She’d waited patiently for him to notice her. Sure, it had been ten years of setting his schedule, organizing every aspect of his life, working day and night to make sure his business and personal life flowed smoothly. But, in the last five she’d settled into a comfortable routine, stopped looking over her shoulder for her past to catch up with her, and hoped that one day he’d fall in love with her.
Tonight, I’m taking action.
“You need to move on and do that Pussy Pleasures Virgin Guest program,” Zane Winslow, Lis’s best friend, said. “My friend snagged her billionaire boss doing it. They needed a push in the right direction, and now they’re happily married with twins and one in the oven.”
“She is the one-in-a-billion of virgins who gets a happily ever after. With my luck...” She searched for the guy who always tried to bring her home. Yep. He sat at the end of the bar and smiled at her. Batshit crazy dude wants to blow his load on my toes. I’m not into that. “I’d end up with—”
“You don’t have to point the freak out,” Zane said. “I saw him come in. Are your toes covered?”
His gaze fell to her breasts and then her feet.
“I know. Don’t say it.” She wiggled her toes. “Bubblegum pink with sparkles makes me happy.”
“And it makes that guy horny beyond horny.” Zane picked up his beer and held it.
Lis clinked her glass filled with ice and Coke with his. “To making our dreams come true.” “Your dreams come true. I want to keep my reality the way it is.” Zane took a swig of the latest craft beer the Red Club offered and placed it down.
Zane had everything—a beautiful wife, a baby
on the way, the most fabulous best friend in the entire world. Of course, Lis remained a bit biased on that one. She had introduced the two most perfect people in the world to each other and the incredible union made her one of the happiest people on earth.
Love is worth waiting for. It’s what makes the world go ‘round. It’s what conquers all the bad in the world. Zane and Angie proved it to her. But for Lis, love hadn’t worked out. She only had eyes for Blake, and Blake only had eyes for work and a quick hookup with whomever caught his eye for the moment.
This was her last chance to get him. She’d already done what Zane had suggested and signed up six months ago to be a Pussy Pleasures fertile virgin to a billionaire. Someone bid on her almost immediately, and the scheduling began. The last three months she’d been under a fertility doctor’s care. Tomorrow morning she’d be in a room with a stranger losing her virginity, unless Blake took the hint and made a move to end her virgin status tonight...if he ever showed up.
“He’s here,” Zane said. “Want me to chat him up before you swoop in to be brushed aside for work once more?”
“Nope. I got this.” She leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “If nothing happens tonight, a very wealthy stranger will be popping my cherry in the morning.”
“Don’t be crass because you think he wants that. He doesn’t,” Zane whispered. “Let him see the real you, not the blue-balls seductress with a no-care attitude. If he doesn’t want the real you, it’s his loss.”
“But all he dates are women who dress like this and...” The part of her that loved Blake more than anyone else in the world spoke out. “I want him to be my first. I want him to be my one and only for the rest of my life. I think he likes me.” I hope he likes me. “Either way—with him or with the stranger—I’m moving forward with my life.”
“Show him you, not the body every red-blooded man in this place wants to fuck,” Zane said.
“You don’t want to fuck me.”
“Yes, I do. But I want to fuck my wife more—so much more.”
Lis giggled. “Go home and tell Angie I love her.”
Zane slid his hand across her back and down over the curve of her ass. “Promise me that you’ll be you tonight.”
She rolled her eyes. “Get your hand off my ass, and I’ll promise.”
“Good enough. If you need me or Angie, call.” He patted her bottom. “I think you made the right decision signing up with Pussy Pleasures. The owner is extremely selective, which is why one hundred percent of their virgin guests become pregnant from their time on the live stream. What they don’t advertise is that each of those virgins marries their partner before the first baby is born.”
“Marriage isn’t a part of the deal for me. If I can’t have Blake, I don’t want a husband. He’ll never marry me, not when he finds out my secret. And he would, if it turned into more than sex.” Let me have my fantasy. Me and Blake with rings on our fingers, a baby growing in my belly. His forgiveness.
“I’ve known Blake longer than I’ve known you,” Zane said. “He’ll forgive you. Tell him you love him and see what happens. Maybe he’ll be the one tripping over you to get into bed.”
“I only want a baby and the contract I signed will give me a baby, a man who will support and love our child, and the finances to afford a comfortable life. My past is none of his business, and my real age won’t be an issue. The younger, the better. Blake is hung up on only dating women within five years of his age. I’m fourteen years younger. He’s not interested, but I’m giving it one last try.” I signed a damn contract saying I’d go to the man I love and show him my breasts. One last desperate plea to seduce the man I love and get painfully rejected once more.
The air around her buzzed with energy, and a shudder rushed over her. A fire lit inside her and her flesh smoldered for the man she loved to take her to his bed. Maybe it was the extra hormones, but her breasts swelled and juices flooded the thin strip of lace that had slid between her pussy folds and rubbed against her clit.
“Hey, Zane,” Blake said. “Are you talking Lis out of or into something?”
Zane laughed and side-hugged the big man. “Protecting her from the foot guy over there until you showed up to relieve me.”
“Is that what I’m doing tonight? Protecting Lis?” Blake asked.
“Yep. Seriously, the foot guy is getting bolder.” Zane patted Blake on the back. “Take care of my best friend.” He walked away.
“He was in a hurry,” Blake said.
Yeah. I’ll have to ask him about the sudden exodus after you turn me away, and I leave here crushed as usual. “He misses his wife. I told him tonight was my last night here, and his duty to protect me is over.” Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up her soda and took a sip.
Blake took her glass from her hand and placed it on the counter. “We need to talk.”
“Okay, talk,” she said.
He grabbed her hand and frowned. “In private.”
Oh, shit. Pissed off Blake is not the Blake I want tonight. “I just want to have a little fun tonight, in public.”
He grunted and tugged her through the dense crowd of men and women socializing around the bar and opened a door to the corporate side of the business. Down a hallway. Up three flights of stairs. More hallways. Left. Right. Doors opened and closed until they reached the interior of his dark office. Total seclusion.
As miserable as another lecture would be, she would get her chance to tell him she loved him, to let him know there would never be anyone but him, even when she carried another man’s baby. In her heart and soul, she was his. “Are you going to turn on the lights?” Turn on the lights. Reject me with the lights on. I hate the dark. I should tell you how much I hate the dark.
“Lis, what is going on with you?” Blake growled.
The demanding tone, the deep vibration of his voice halted the swelling of fear inside her. I’m with Blake. In his office. I’m safe. “I was having a soda with a friend until you showed up.”
“He touched your ass.”
“His hand grazed my ass. Not the same. There were no sexual intentions behind it. What is wrong with you? Zane is happily married and not a cheater. I’m not a cheater either, and I’m not, nor have ever been, interested in him. He’s never been interested in me either.”
“Pfffft.” Blake blew out his disbelief. “He would fuck you in a minute.”
“Uh, no. And, that was really uncalled for.” You can’t be jealous? The thought of his interest in her sent a gush of cream from her sex and drenched her panties. “I’m not friends with people who would fuck someone when they are in a committed marriage. And I would never have sex with anyone who was in a relationship, committed or not.” She stepped forward and tipped her chin up. “I’m faithful and loyal. I’ll never be the other woman.”
“Really? You left the bar last week with a married man. Did you fuck him?”
The shock of his attack made her stumble backward. The wooden door stopped her from falling with a thud. She trembled as the horror of her past pounded at her brain to be let loose.
“First of all, I didn’t leave with him. He followed me out. Then he caught up to me at my car. Then he grabbed my tits and ripped my blouse. His wife showed up. He blamed me for my shirt being torn and my nipples making an appearance. Somehow I got called a whore while he went home with his wife who believed every lie from the guy’s mouth.”
His hands landed softly on her hips. “I’m glad you told me the truth.”
The honest truth seemed to please him, and with it, a measure of calm returned to her body and mind. The past that had been so present the last four months returned to its rightful place—far into the recesses of her brain.
“You can’t dress like this anymore,” he whispered. “You have to wear a bra, Lis. Panties are optional, but you represent me out there and in here.”
The heat of his body permeated through her clothes. “What do you suggest I wear?”
He bent over, and his hot breath blew into her
She shuddered and the dam of fabric holding
off her juices wasn’t enough. Cream overflowed and wetted her inner thighs. If he touched her, he would know. He would know how much she wanted him.
“Black demi bra. No panties. Pink dress shirt and a black skirt that falls past your knees. Heels.” His hands slid around and between her thighs and touched her wetness.
She moaned. “Anything you want.”
“Don’t leave me for four months.”
She closed her eyes and fought off the sudden rush of tears grounded in reality. You know I love you and you’re using me. You want your executive assistant at your beck and call, not a relationship with me, not a night with a younger woman.
Moving on proved to be her only choice. But before she did, she had to bare her breasts to the man she loved tonight, or her Pussy Pleasures contract would be null and void. A chance for a baby gone. Somehow, they’d find out if she didn’t take this last step, and she couldn’t afford the financial consequences of her lack of legal fulfillment to their demands. Her last chance to have a slice of her fantasy would be over.
“Suck my tits, and I’ll consider not leaving.”
To her utmost surprise, he knelt before her. “Show them to me, and I will.”
This is a bad idea. The worst. She lifted the cream-colored translucent top and took off the pasties hiding her nipples.
Rough five o’clock shadow caressed her breasts. One of his hands slid between her thighs.
Her pussy clenched and juices rushed.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
Yeah. So badly. Yours. I want you. “Nope.”
The sexy denial she proclaimed so confidently surprised her. If I don’t leave, he’s going to fuck me and go home, never knowing it was my first time. I’ll be doubly used. “I...You need to...” She gasped as his finger slid inside her and touched the virgin barrier.
“Oh, my God,” he mumbled. “You’ve never...”
The darkness rushed over her. The wood door pressed against her back caged her in.
I need out now. Now. Now.
She pushed his hand away and shuffled to the side. She found the door handle and turned the knob.
Running, she made it through the dimly lit hallway to the safety of the bright stairwell before she stopped to fix her clothes. “Fuck.” I’ve got to quit. I’m going to quit. Four months isn’t enough time to get over him. I’ll never get over him.
Instead of going through the bar or one of the other businesses in the building, she hurried outside through an employee exit to her car.
As soon as she started the engine, the phone rang through the speakers. Blake. She answered automatically.
He didn’t say anything.
“Lis, I’m sorry. I assumed all those men you’d
dated over the years were lovers. Where are you going that you need four months off? Is someone in your family sick?”
“No one is sick. I’m going away to try and get pregnant, and I’m finishing up my degree in accounting. If you’ve got a problem with me being pregnant, single, and walking the stage in June to get my bachelor’s degree, then I’ll find another job.” Fire me so I don’t have to quit.
“You better come back to work. I can’t live without you.”
Yeah. Whatever. “I’ll come back until I—” “Lis?”
She sighed. What now? “Yes?”
“I’m proud of you. I had no idea you were still
“Night classes with professors who have been
nice to accommodate my work schedule.” They all know you and sympathized with me for working for such a demanding man.
“You should have told me. I would have given you time to study.”
She barked a laugh. Tried that. You found a dozen more reasons why I needed to work late, go in early, travel with you. “Well, now I don’t have to ask. One last semester and I’ll have two life goals checked off my list—college degree and baby.”
“I wish you’d at least work one day a week. It could be the weekend. I want to be there for you. I’ll go with you to your insemination appointment. You’ll need help during your pregnancy. I can be that help. It will be nice to see you growing rounder with a baby inside your belly.”
She blinked away tears as she drove out of her parking space. I’m going to be doing it the old- fashioned way with a stranger when I want to be doing it in your bed with you. “Thanks, Blake.”
“May I ask you a question? It’s personal.”
Against her better judgement, she answered him. “Sure.”
“I’m starting to get some gray in places I never had before. I’m only forty, but should I shave or wax my body?”
Lis pulled to the side of the road as visions of his smooth body gliding up and down hers flooded her brain—visions of licking along the landscape of his masculinity she desperately wanted to explore, of caressing his bare chest as she bounced up and down on his hard rod.
“Yes. I’ve heard that it makes intimacy more enjoyable.” She swallowed the saliva ready to drip from her mouth. I would suck your cock and swallow every ounce of cum you spurted into my mouth. I want your baby. I want you. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“My age doesn’t bother you?”
“You’re not old.”
“I’m ten years older.”
More like fourteen, but that isn’t something
you’ll ever need to know now. “Men your age know what they’re doing. I’ve always wanted a man who will control—” She fake coughed. “I mean, a man who can teach.” She shook her head. “I need a man who knows more than I do.”
He laughed. “You want a husband, not a baby.”
“I want a baby. I can wait on a husband, but I want more than one child. I want five. Wish me luck so I don’t have to—”
“Good luck. Remember to relax during the process. Put me down as the emergency contact. I’ll drop everything and anything for you.”
“Thanks, Blake. I will name you as my emergency contact. Don’t judge me, if you end up being called.”
“I won’t. I’ve done some extreme things in my life. I get it.”
Why couldn’t you have been this Blake in your office and not jerk Blake? “Thanks.”
She slouched and wanted to cry. You’re torturing me. “Yes?”
“Thanks for taking care of me all these years. I’m never giving you up. You’re going to work for me forever.”
“We’ll see if you still feel that way when my belly is huge and I’m waddling around your office half- naked because I’m burning up with hormones.”
“I can’t wait,” he whispered.
The call ended and the ache in her heart expanded. He wants me pregnant with another man’s child, not his. He’ll support me in my decision, but he doesn’t want me. He wants my opinion on his appearance for other women, not me. It’s time to put my résumé together and find a new job with a boss I’m not in love with.
She exhaled the sadness of another rejection and finished the drive to the three-bedroom house she closed on last week. The next time she stepped foot in the house, she’d be pregnant.
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