On top: Billionaire bachelor romance (The Playgirls Book 1) (2 page)

She swallowed hard, eyes locked on his lips, before nodding.

“Right. Well, you’ve never had anal sex. You never fucked in a public venue. You broke up every single relationship you’ve ever had.”

Her eyes widened in shock, although he’d stuck to the most lackluster assumptions he could make about her. He had a few others at the back of his mind. She’d never had a threesome, she probably fucked with the light off, she had most definitely never had her asshole licked…

He’d do all of that to her, if she became his. Well, maybe not the threesome, he reserved those to hookups, not girlfriends. 

That was a big if. When she was in his arms, everything seemed simple, but it really wasn’t.

For one, she was drunk. Sober, she’d never shown an inclination toward him. That meant that while he would most definitely take full advantage of those lips in about three seconds, it wasn’t going to go further right now.

Secondly, he was still a workaholic who couldn’t keep a girlfriend, regardless of the size of his wallet. 

Thirdly… Oh yes.

There was that on the pro
side of the coin.

Completely cutting off his train of thoughts, Alice brought her lips to his and kissed him like her next breath depended on it.

Fuck.

He almost fell on the stool behind him, and she climbed on his lap as soon as he was sitting, straddling him right against his hardening dick.

Triple fuck, she knew what she was doing.

When he thought the kiss couldn’t possibly get any better, her tongue came out to lick his lips, before brushing against his, teasingly. Damn. If they’d been alone, he would already have worked that dress up her delightful curves; nevermind the brandy she’d ingested.

She moaned in his mouth when he gathered his wits enough to kiss her back and his hands worked up her thighs.

Fuck. Stockings. She wore stockings; not thighs, not even hold-ups – stockings, with a garter belt.

He was screwed.

Chapter 3

Four days later, she still wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole.

Brandy was the enemy, never again would she succumb to it.

Funny enough, she wasn’t embarrassed by the dozen of little things her new circle of friends had learned about her; from the constant presence of Momo, the one eyed teddy bear who shared her bed, to her admission to crying at every single Disney movie she’d ever watched. It wasn’t her fault: the music composers of Disney soundtracks were evil geniuses, their oeuvres, delivered just when the protagonist was going through a rough patch, never failed to turn the water works on.

No, what made her want to curl up and never again leave the house was the fact that one look at her and Colt Colburn could tell she was Ms. Boring in the sack.

“It’s a bit early, but as you’ve all sent me your Christmas and New Year Eve pieces, there’s no event between now and Valentine’s day. Most of us have got holidays in January, so I thought we could divide the workload while we’re all in.” 

Linda, always organized, had got them to think about Halloween in August, Christmas by Halloween, so it was no surprise to see her get to Valentine’s Day now.

“The heart and flower crap sold less than any other issue. Our readers want realistic, in depth;
how to keep him interested,
rather than
and we lived happily ever after
.”

Most nodded, admittedly reluctantly. It was a hard pill to swallow, but an accurate one. HEA was dead, to their generation.

There were eleven writers working at On Top. Jess, who wrote sexy stuff, mainly, was the only married one, and anyone who read between the lines could tell that her relationship wasn’t all that. Karen, Jackie, Steve, Paula and herself had found that their partners had been cheating on them at some point. Linda and Helene had been dumped. Gwen had done the dumping. Tony and Natasha were stressed, always on their toes, because they couldn’t tell where their respective relationships were going.

They were a diverse bunch, so if they were in any way representative of their demography, Linda had a point.

“I want things our readers would relate to, which means things we would relate to. Any ideas?”

Alice’s hand was up before she’d finished asking the question; she always had ideas. Good ones, too.

“How about a bucket list? You know, ten sexual things I’ve never done before Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s great. Jess?”

“On it,” the sensual blonde announced, forcing a smile while she wrote things down.

Wait a minute, that wasn’t right.

Not the fact that her proposal had just been poached and given to someone else – that, Alice was used to – but Jess’s expression. She was good at hiding her feelings but this time, she completely failed. She seemed about to cry.

“Actually, I want to do it,” Alice volunteered before she could think.

Everyone turned to her, no doubt assessing her youthful pout and attempting to pair it up with the idea of accomplishing a sexual bucketlist.

Laughter erupted. Fucking
laughter
.

She straightened her spine and narrowed her eyes.

“That was my idea, Linda. I never say anything, but how would you feel if every time you proposed something, your boss was handing it down to someone else?”

She’d never said it out loud, although others had brought it up, wondering if she did mind about them writing a project she’d thought about.

Alice normally brushed it off. She wouldn’t have bothered protesting today, if it hadn’t been obvious that Jess was dreading the prospect of accomplishing anything sexual. One only had to meet her asshole of a husband to understand.

The snickering immediately stopped and Linda looked concerned and guilty. Shit; that hadn’t been part of the plan.

“I wasn’t… aware I was doing that to you, Alice. Fuck, I’d be fuming. I just thought it wouldn’t be your area of expertise.”

Yep. Because everyone knew she was Ms. Boring.

“But of course you can work on it. Just let me know if you can’t handle it.”

Alice nodded, wondering how the hell she was going to dig herself out of that one.

It took five minutes to find a solution, twelve days to act on it.

Step one had been to actually write the damn bucket list in black and white; step two was to find a specimen willing to experiment each point.

Actually, that was a lie. Step two was finding the guts to approach the said specimen, because she’d immediately decided who was the best person to speak to.

Alice finally convinced herself to go for it at one in the morning a Friday, and to ensure she wouldn’t chicken out, she’d sent an email asking Tamsin if she could be received that afternoon.

It wasn’t the first time she’d made it to the long, tall tower belonging to Colburn Global, but in October, she’d been confident, fearless. She’d known there was a good chance or receiving a rebuff, and she hadn’t cared. It wouldn’t have been personal.

The situation wasn’t very different now. She needed his help to write an article. That was all it was, she repeated to herself.

Yuck. Her hands were sweaty. Hands actually did that?

She looked around for something to wipe them with, and had to settle on her legs.

At their first meeting, she’d worn her poshest business dress, a dark purple A-line one inch bellow the knees. Today, she’d gone for the complete opposite: leggings, ankle boots, a long white tunique and a leather jacket. It was purposeful, hopefully reminding him that she was here as a friend of a friend, too.

She smiled at the receptionist who indicated the elevator, inviting her to go right up. The reporter in her loved that; she’d met him in the cafeteria, the last time around. Having a peak of the CEO’s office was so much better.

There were a few people with her in the lift at first, but they stopped at the thirteenth, the fifteenth, the twenty-first floor, letting her ride the rest of the way by herself.

Alice was suddenly in broad daylight; the elevator had been utterly dark until she reached the last floor, but now every wall was transparent, giving her an unparalleled view of the city.

She really seemed to be at the top of the world.

The door opened at the thirty-first floor, but she ignored it, too taken by the unbelievable perspective.

“Ms. Vaughan?”

She turned to an attractive guy who was looking at her from behind a large desk.

“The view is the same in Mr. Colburn’s office. You’re expected right about now.”

•

Colt hadn’t been surprised by the Tamsin’s email – inconvenienced, but not surprised.

“Alice wants to see you, give me a suitable time,” was all it had said. 

There wasn’t a suitable time today – or within the next three to five days, for that matter. They were closing for Christmas week and the list of things to do beforehand was humongous.

However, Colt knew better than to put out Tamsin
and
Alice.

He’d known for over almost that Alice had something to say for close to a fortnight; the way she’d looked at him when she’d thought he hadn’t been looking, and blushed when he’d caught her at it had given him a clear idea of what it might be.

It had made him smile. That genuine shyness was refreshing – also unnecessary. They weren’t in high school anymore: she could have just walked across the room and jumped on him, no one would have cared. Tamsin would have let them borrow a room to get the initial frustration out of their systems.

But it wasn’t what she was made of; in the world of girls like Alice Vaughan, men chivalrously did the work. That was fine with him; he could time it right. He’d planned on asking her out sometime between Christmas and the New Year, because his workload was ridiculous at the moment; besides, watching her squirm had been entertaining. Frustrating, but entertaining.

However here she was; Colt couldn’t pretend to be entirely displeased. Bad timing, but he respected her for growing a pair of balls.

Bruno let her in and she put him on his ass again.

He liked the look; goodie two shoes had met a rock chick. The leggings revealed the curve of her thighs – taut, feminine, slim and extremely sexy. To make things worse, she closed her legs, proving that, indeed, she had a boxed gap.

He swallowed hard, wondering why the hell he’d met her at the office.

He immediately pushed the Do Not Disturb button under his desk.

“Alice. Take a seat. Can I get you a drink, princess?”

The princess thing slipped through his lips before he could help it.

She sat and nodded, without a word, looking down at her hands and blushing.

Fuck, that was sweet.

“Brandy?”

“Don’t you dare,” she replied, finally finding her voice. “I’ll have something that won’t make me confess to my darkest sins, please.”

“Champagne it is.”

“It’s two, Colt. Coffee would do.” 

“Boring.”

That word did something rather drastic to her whole persona – her confidence, completely nonexistent one second, blossomed and made her shine like a diamond. Shoulders back, she stared at him head on, the dark purple eyes blazing fiercely under the long lashes, freezing him in place.

“Yes, I am. That’s the reason I’m here, actually. Bring me a flute and come back here; sit.”

She was ordering him around.
Him
.

Why the hell was he obeying?

“I generally am the one giving direction within these walls, princess.”  

“Perhaps. But you’ll want to be sitting for this. Right. Cut to the chase, I need you to be my sex toy for a little while.”

A beat passed. And another one. A couple of minutes, after that.

“Come again?”

Chapter 4

There was no way he’d heard that right. Unless she’d been kidnapped, abducted and replaced by some sort of alien; he knew a wiz from college who’d gone into something related to spaceships and UFOs, he could get a report, try and track the most recent activities around California.

“I’m boring. You know it, I know it – everyone who meets me can see it.”

“I never said… Fuck, it was just about coffee.”

“Never had anal sex, public sex…”

“A lot of people aren’t… adventurous.”

“You mean, a lot of people are boring. It’s a problem for me on various levels; professionally, for one. I’m a journalist in an entertainment magazine, but every single idea I get is given to other members of the team, who are deemed more
adventurous
,” she said, emphasizing on his term of choice. “I’ve had a brilliant idea for Valentine’s Day – a sexual bucket list piece, and I want to be the one writing it. However, I’m a content writer, I don’t do fiction. I want to get the fun, the dirty and the ugly in black and white.”

By the time she’d finished the tirade, he’d downed his flute; he grabbed the bottle and filled his glass up again.

Right now, there was an angel on his left shoulder, a devil on the right one. He was too engrossed by what was coming out of Alice’s mouth to listen to either of them.

“Sexual bucket list,” he repeated.

Single-minded, but oh, well, he was a man.

She fetched something out of the inner pocket of her jacket, and presented him with a piece of paper.

Fuck the angel. He was on his merry way to hell.

• Public location. Club? Office? Parking lot? Somewhere were we can get caught, anyway.
  
• Load a sex tape online. No face. Fake hair.
  
• Quickie.
  
• Mile-high club membership.
  
• Public bathroom.
  
• Masturbate in front of him.
  
• Masturbate
  him
  in front of other people.
  
• Rough – handcuffs is a must. Spanking welcome. Oh, and those riding crops.
  
• Parent’s house.
  
• Skirt sex.
  
• Panty sex.
  
• Phone sex.
  
• Anal. Definitely anal.
  
• Shower sex.
  
• Double penetration – choose adequate Bob.
  
• Have an orgasm.
  

“It’s a comprehensive list of things I haven’t tried,” she clarified, while he was reading it for the sixth time. “I don’t need more than a few points for my article. I only get a couple of pages.”

“What’s skirt sex?”

“You know, with my skirt still on. Anyhow…”

“Tell me you’ve had an orgasm before,” he begged.

She blushed. Fuck. He wasn’t ever going to stop being hard around her. Ever.

“Anyhow,” she repeated. “You’re single right now. I thought we could help each other out – you know, free, consensual, no-strings-attached, sexual satisfaction and…”

That made him frown. So what, they’d have a ball for a couple of months and then, she’d be on her way?

He wondered why it sounded so bad. Wasn’t it the ultimate bachelor fantasy? A hot sexual partner who didn’t want anything past his dick?

The thing was, Colt wasn’t a bachelor by choice; not anymore. Sure, he’d only wanted to get his dick wet in the past – but somewhere in his late twenties, he’d started wanting companionship. It was a no-no to mention it for a young, single man, but damn, he wanted kids, too – with the right person. So his relationships
were
serious; which was why he was serious about vetting who he started them with in the first place.

Colt should have been relieved, though; Alice wasn’t suitable, which was why her idea was ideal, the kind of solution he’d never even dreamt of. They could go back to being friendly acquaintances after he’d fucked her out of his system.

The issue was that she’d shocked him, he hadn’t expected it at all. He’d thought she’d want a full on relationship from him, and he’d been prepared to give it a go despite the issue of her friendship with his sister-in-law.

What she offered seemed… insufficient, in light of what he’d anticipated.

“I mean, tell me if you don’t want to… I just thought… We kissed and you seemed
into
me. I could feel you.”

She would have had to have a pussy made of steel to miss the boner pocking at her through his trousers.

“Anyhow, if you’d rather not help me out, just tell me. I will…”

“Find someone else?”

Her mouth opened in shock; she seemed lost for words. Then, she got up, grabbing her bag.

“Goodbye Colt. Sorry about wasting your time.”

Fuck.

“Wait, I just need a second to process everything. It’s not a no, princess. Actually, let me tell you right now: it’s a yes.” That made one thing he was certain about. “I just need to get my head around the details.”

She frowned, not returning to her seat. Her eyes were looking everywhere, expect at him.

Damn. She was about to cry. Cluster fuck.

Women were emotional creatures, he wasn’t overly surprised: his apparent hesitance had hurt her pride in the worst possible way, making her think he didn’t find her appealing in the least – not even good enough for casual sex – when he’d only been trying to regain the ability to speak coherently. And think, too.

“I’ll do all of that to you and more,” he swore, returning the list he’d committed to memory. “But I have a few rules. First, we will be dating. I’ll not go around my brothers’ back, like some sort of teenager. That means that you’ll accompany me to any social gathering I have to attend while our arrangement is in place. Consequently, everyone will know you’re referring to me, when you write about your… escapades. I am a public figure, so do bear it in mind.”

She looked like she couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying; he took a pen and wrote each point, before sliding the note across towards her, and checking his watch. Twelve minutes. Only twelve minutes had passed.

Incredible, how quickly the world could turn out of its axis.

“Eighteen minutes. That should be sufficient. Come here.”

“Mhh?”

“Come here right now, princess. The rest can wait, but you most definitely are overdue for a fucking orgasm, Ms. Vaughan.”

•

She advanced skittishly; she couldn’t help it. He looked dangerous, predatory, his eyes never leaving hers.

When she made it his side of the desk, Colt took her hand reverently, almost tenderly.

Then, he pulled her close, grabbed hold of her waist, turned her around and pushed her bust against his cold glass desk in the space of an instant; she gasped at the briskness.

His hand slowly glided down her waist, to her hips, the curve of her ass, then moved back up to the top of her leggings and pulled them down, taking her underwear with them.

She wasn’t exactly sure what made her whimper. Having her bare ass in the air does that to a girl, she supposed.

The cold was a shock at first, but Colt must have known that because his hands were massaging both of her ass cheeks and just like that, she’d never been that freaking warm in her entire existence.

“You have a very sweet cunt, princess,” he told her, his breath right there, between her legs.

She’d never heard someone actually saying that word, which was supposed to be demeaning, degrading; so why the hell did she get wet?

His hands were rubbing her in circle, and his thumb brushed against her asshole each time he brought them together. Then, he stopped that particular little routine by slapping her left cheek suddenly, making her squirm, gasp, and moan all at once. 

“A very prudish one. I can’t even see it, your lips are hiding it from me. What are we going to do about that, Alice?”

She didn’t care, as long as he did it
now.
Fuck. She needed something inside her or she’d have to be certified within the next five seconds.

“I can’t use my hands,” he told her apologetically, resuming his massage. “You see, they’ve wanted to own that ass for so long, I can’t stop them now. But I’d really like to see that cunt of yours upclose. Can you open it up for me?”

Fuck. One of the hands she’d instinctively used to rest her head on went straight down between her legs and she pushed her outer lips apart, moaning as her own touch shocked her.

She knew how her fingers were supposed to feel; not like that. Their contact was absolutely foreign right now.

“Oh princess, that’s such a slutty, wet little cunt.”

She moaned harder.

What was happening to her? She’d never been into the whole sex talk thing, it had seemed silly. Like, why would you ask if I want your cock when my legs are wide open waiting for it? But it didn’t seem pointless with Colt; because he was in total control. It wasn’t about asking rhetorical question: he was telling her what they were doing.

Good thing, too, because she had no idea.

This wasn’t sex; at least, not sex as she knew it.

So far, he hadn’t touched her inner folds. He’d slapped her once. He’d copped a feel of her ass.

Yet, it already felt better than every single fuck she’d ever experienced.

“That cunt seems hungry, princess,” he told her, before his mouth got too busy to add a word.

She’d been prepared –
so
prepared – for him to lick her pussy; what she hadn’t expected was for his tongue to dart out and lick the rim of her asshole.

And she’d most definitely not anticipated that she might like it so much.

It was strange. It also made her insides clench harder than anything; she wiggled, unable to keep still, and he slapped her right ass cheek for that, without a word. When she stopped moving, the reward was a finger, curving straight inside her ass.

That was good,
so good,
but at the same time, pure torture, as her pussy had never needed so much attention; her finger helped, massaging her clit to take the edge off, but damn, she needed more.

“Please…”

She wasn’t a beggar. It was like the rest of the sex talk thing; she’d never
asked
someone to fuck her, because hell, they wanted to, after all.

Now, though, she’d beg. On her knees, if that’s what it took.

“Please what, princess?” he asked against her ass, replacing his tongue with another finger.

“I need you inside me.”

“I can imagine you would. And I need inside this lovely cunt of yours, too. However, we have nine minutes left, sweetheart. So…”

He smacked a kiss on her ass, before pushing his face deeper between her legs, and attacking her poor pussy, next.

It was relentless. He sucked, licked, fucking
bit
her clit, while his fingers curved inside her in a way that made her toes curl.

Alice was exhausted, she needed him to stop; there was no way she could take more. She did her best to wiggle out of this torture, but he kept her firmly in place by biting every time she tried to slide away. She thought she might have cried a little bit. And scratched him, too.

Then, it was over. He’d actually killed her, there was no other explanation. The explosion meant her insides had somehow given up and died of pleasure.

Fuck.

Somewhere, someone had written a song about this.

•

He’d been tempted – so tempted – to cancel the meeting. Would have, too, if his mother hadn’t been supposed to attend; anyone else, he could have bluffed, but he needed a rock solid explanation to fool The Dragon.

On the other hand,
fuck
. Alice was still absentmindedly rubbing her clit and whimpering.
I know sweetheart.
He was crying inside, too. His balls had never been in so much pain in his entire life.

“Princess? Take your time to compose yourself. There’s a bathroom on your right. I’m leaving a key on the desk. There’s an address underneath. Can you meet me there? Let yourself in anytime, I’ll try to make it as close to eight as possible. Order takeaway – there will be some cash in the kitchen.”

He momentarily thought about alien abduction again – his, this time.

Women
had
been invited in his place, but never without him, and he certainly hadn’t offered up a key to anyone.

However, this was a means to an end. He needed her in his bed as soon as humanly possible. The rest was details.

He shouldn’t have been quite so shocked, but he’d never considered the possibility that she might not have obeyed, until he made it back to his office on his first break and saw that the keys were still there.

What the hell?