ROYAL BRIDE (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (48 page)

“You’re hired.”

"Excuse me?" I asked, looking at him.

“You said you needed a job, so I hired you.”

“You just can’t hire me. You don’t even know what my major is or what I’m qualified to do.”

“That, Ms. Nolles, is wrong. I have seen your resume, and I did question why and how my company did not retain you after your internship.”

“Maybe so,” I replied, wondering how in the world the CEO of a multibillion company would have seen my resume. But he sounded so sure. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had done a background check on me.

“I make it a habit of knowing who I hang out with,” he told me, drawing closer to me. I was standing against a wall, and he was too close for comfort.

“I guess you did a background check on me?” I asked, my voice disappointing me. Instead of sounding confident, I sounded hollow and weak. Mr. Rich had a ridiculous way of making me hot and bothered.

“Not the way I’d have liked to,” he said, drawing even nearer until a kiss between us was inevitable. He hesitated for a moment like he was going to ask me first, so I nodded, rather involuntarily, but it was the answer he needed. His lips crushed mine, and he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. At first I was not sure how to respond, but as his kiss persisted, I kissed him back even more furiously. Soon our hands were all over our bodies.

“I’ve been thinking of you forever,” he moaned between his kisses. “You don’t know the half of it.”

I knew what he meant. Though I didn’t want to admit it, Nick had become a permanent part of my dreams and fantasies, but I wasn’t going to tell him I thought about him every night. No way, at least not now, when I was lost in his arms, his touch. I reached out to hold his head and draw him closer to me. I haven’t kissed many men, but what I was doing was working. Nick was getting hard against me, his cock pushing against my skirt, my stomach. He was moaning as he kissed me.

I froze, unsure of what I wanted to do. The good girl in me wanted to put a stop to this, but the bad part of me, the one that wanted Nick so badly, didn’t want to let go. I went with my gut feeling and reached for his hips and pulled him closer to me, causing his cock to dig deeper into me. I wanted him so badly my body was shaking.

“Are you okay?” he murmured between kisses. “I can stop if you want me to.”

I couldn’t let him stop now. My pussy was wet with anticipation and lust. Only one thing would do: getting his cock inside me.

The thought of his fucking me made me shy and sort of brought me back to reality. This guy was a player who had a girlfriend named Olivia as well as numerous other girls on the side. How did I get myself in this situation? I was not one of those girls who gave in to every desire. I wanted so badly to pull out of his arms, curse him out, and leave with the intention of never seeing him again. But I couldn’t. His kiss was too tantalizing to break off. Then he broke it off.

“What?” I murmured, and catching myself, I stepped away from him, my shame at having let my guard down overpowering me. I couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“I don’t want to rush you, Sara. God knows I want you so bad. I want you and everything you have to offer, but I don’t want to rush you.”

I felt stupid. What sort of woman hooks up with Nick Saunders, the official bad boy of the country? What was I thinking? The thought of what could have happened and how Amy would have been excited made me giggle.

“What am I missing?” Nick asked.

“Nothing. Just my best friend almost came with me to see you, and she backed out at the last minute. Just wondering if she had any idea what might have happened.”

“What might have happened?” Nick drew closer to me again, and I stepped aside so we weren’t so close.

“I don’t know. We might have….” my voice trailed off.

“Might have done what, Sara?”

“You know,” I said, embarrassed.

“Had sex?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Yes, we might have, but I don’t want to rush you,” he said, touching my face tenderly. His hand felt soft and warming.

Gosh, this man turned me on just by looking at me. This was ridiculous. Amy was right, I needed to get laid so I could get on with my life. “I didn’t take you for the patient type.”

"Did you do a background check on me?” he giggled.

"What? No. My friend, Amy, is one of your biggest fans.”

"Then I'd love to meet her. How about dinner tonight? You and Amy?"

"Ah…okay,” I said hesitantly, wondering how returning a necklace had become an arousing afternoon that led to dinner. "Well, Amy is working late and I..."

"You’re off from the coffee shop, and you haven’t started working here yet."

"How do you...?” How did he know my schedule?

“Know what you’re up to?”

“Yes. Are you keeping tabs on me?” I said. I should have been mad at him, but I was flattered that he knew my schedule and we weren’t even together.

"I make it my duty to know what I want to know. Dinner at seven then? You, me, and Amy? "

“I’ll try.”

"Please wear this necklace." He pushed the box back to me. The damn necklace again.

“I haven’t even said yes to the invitation,” I giggled as I picked up the jewelry box.

"I’m hoping you will. Please take it, and accept the dinner as my apology for kissing you,” he said.

"That’s fine, dinner at seven then,” I said.

“I’m guessing the only way to make you go out with me is by kissing you?”

“What?” My cheeks were on fire. “Of course not. Whatever gave you that idea?”

“Well, my illicit kiss got me a dinner date with you. I better score some more dinner dates to bank for the future,” he said.

“What…”

He didn’t let me finish. His mouth was on mine again, but I was ready for him. He was slow and deliberate like he wasn't rushing, and he truly wanted to explore the kiss. I let my hand drop to his side as he reached out to hold the curve of my ass and pull me closer to him. I let his body melt with mine. I could smell his essence.

Again, I felt his cock pressing against my tummy. I was losing my senses, and as much as I wanted to escape his hands, I was too weak to let go. As his hands moved from the curve of my waist toward my ass, I let myself relax. I knew he wouldn't do anything I didn't want. He had been in a position to take me just a few minutes ago, but he had stopped when he assumed I couldn’t handle it. His kiss deepened, his mouth searching mine like he had lost something. Once more, I had the courage to kiss him back with the same fervor. He pressed hard against me, his cock bulging even more as I kissed him. I wanted so much to focus on the kiss, but his cock was so huge I was literally melting in his arms. I broke the kiss, causing him to moan.

“Sorry," I said. I wanted so much to glance at his groin out of curiosity, but I knew better. He was well-endowed, I was sure of it.

“Don’t be sorry, Sara,” he said. “Don’t tell me you don't feel anything between us."

Nick held my gaze. I would not give him that pleasure by looking away. My lack of submission to him didn’t deter him; instead it made him more eager to be with me as he leaned in so quickly that I didn't see it coming. I didn't resist him, couldn’t resist him. His hands reached beneath my shirt and he hit a snag. I smiled as I let him figure out the best way to get to my breasts was to unbutton my shirt. It didn’t take him long. The buttons came undone like they were burning his fingers. The last one, a hook, got stuck, and before I could help him unhook it, he ripped my shirt apart. For this man, I would rip all the clothes in my wardrobe. He cupped my breast, tenderly at first, then a little harder. I yelped in surprise.

"Are you okay?”

I didn't reply. I put his hand back on my breast and squeezed his hand with mine, enjoying the feeling of pain which had become pleasurable. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He kissed me again and led me to a couch in the corner of his office. Within seconds, I was topless, in just my lacy bra and my skirt and panties. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but he gently pulled them away. I knew how much body I had; I had been teased when growing up about my curviness. The thought of a man seeing me naked for the first time was too much.

"You're beautiful. Never forget that," he said as his lips descended on my nipples.

If I had any objections or personal hang-ups, they all dissolved with his kiss. I relaxed into the sofa, my hand reaching toward him and pulling him down to me. I rubbed his hair, his back, his shoulders, anywhere my hands could reach, unsure where I wanted to settle until my fingers finally dug into his back. It spurred him on; he kissed my nipples harder, pulling and tugging and sending jolts of pleasure down my spine and all the way to my pussy. I could feel my panties getting wet. At first I was embarrassed, but then I allowed myself to get lost in the sensations.

“You taste so good,” he said as he lifted his mouth from my nipples and kissed me. He took my entire nipple into his mouth again, and he bit on it softly while looking at me like he wanted to make sure I was okay with moving forward. I wanted to look away, but his eyes were so kind, so endearing. I simply nodded my consent, which caused him to take my nipple between his teeth and bite harder.

He looked at me again and I nodded. He could bite me all he wanted because I truly enjoyed it.

“Are you okay?” he asked and I nodded.

He smiled and took my other nipple in his mouth, biting down softly at first, then harder. He trailed his mouth down the middle of my stomach and to my belly button. Shivers ran through my body, but it got worse when I realized where he was heading. No one had ever touched me there, except me, of course, and this man who was almost a stranger was heading to my pussy like he owned it. I knew I should stop him, but I couldn’t possibly stop him even if I wanted to. I was too turned on to turn back, and I knew from his grunts and moans he wanted me as badly as I did him.

He pulled my skirt down roughly. The only thing that stood between him and my pussy was a pair of white panties that were by no means sexy at all. In fact, I was embarrassed about my panties. I hadn’t planned on sleeping with the enemy when I came to his office, so wearing sexy panties was not on my to-do list. He didn’t even seem to notice my discomfort with my underwear. He put his fingers on the band and pulled them off quicker than I could ever have imagined.

As the panties slid down my legs, I felt some of my wetness on my inner thighs. He had turned me on more than I had thought possible. I reached my hand over his head, feeling a need to give back the pleasure. I yanked his shirt over his head, baring his torso. He was beautiful, but before I could admire his entire body, his face had returned to my body and was dangerously between my legs. I closed my eyes, expecting a finger or his cock inside me. But instead, I felt the warmth of his tongue as it settled on my clit. He was going to lick me. I froze as his lips touched mine, wondering how it was going to feel and how he felt being down there, but those thoughts went away as he licked my juices.

"Sara," he moaned as he licked me.

I could sense his arousal even though I hadn’t touched his cock. I wanted so desperately to touch his cock and tried to stand up so I could touch his shoulder, but he pushed me back to lying position.

“Plenty of time for me,” he said. "Relax."

I relaxed and let the sensation whirling in my pussy envelope the rest of my body and take over my senses. He licked my clit for so long it seemed it would never end, and each time his tongue touched me, I shivered, my sex becoming wetter. I was afraid I would come before he penetrated me, and I really wanted to feel him inside me.

"Please," I begged, moaning softly, trying to pull him up to me.

"Please what?" he teased. “Tell me what you want, Sara.”

"I need you," I said shyly.

He moved up from my pussy and lay on me, pinning me down with his body. I reached out to trace his body. I could definitely tell this man was an outdoors person. He had the definition to show for it. I realized there was so much more about him I didn’t know, but this was not the time to ask questions.

"You sure this is what you want?" he teased.

"Yes," I said, then I noticed him glance at the door.

I remembered we were in his office and the door was unlocked. I wanted to ask him to lock the door, but I knew the moment would be lost if I did that. He must have read my mind. He looked at me and pulled me close to him.

"Don’t worry. No one comes in without my permission.”

I nodded. I wanted to ask about his sister, but she had more important things to worry about than chasing after who Nick was fucking. He didn’t let my worries linger; he quickly pulled his pants off. I closed my eyes, fearful of what I would see.

"Open your eyes," he said gently, reaching out to take my hands away from my eyes. “You can touch it," he whispered.

I let him guide my hands towards him, holding my breath in anticipation of what I’d feel. I didn't know what to expect, having never touched a man's cock. It was warm and firm and he was ready for me. He flipped me around and pinned me down on the sofa. His fingers touched my pussy.

"So warm and wet," he murmured.

I touched his cock, fighting the urge to beg him to fuck me hard. Wet and warm was nice, but all I wanted was to feel him deep in me. He understood what I needed; he positioned himself at my entrance, causing me to inhale sharply. I knew it would hurt, but I was ready. He started by gently nudging at me, like his cock was trying me out for size. After a few nudges, he slid into me, not all the way at first. I stiffened, and he could feel it. He looked at me, our eyes catching.