The Billionaire Biker's Bitch 1 (2 page)

She grabbed fistfuls of his hair while he explored every part of her sex, licking her juices, and finally thrusting his tongue within her. His fingers found her clit again. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, then circled around, then pinched, then swept across the surface with his thumb, then pinched. Over and over until Claire's breath was so rapid and her hips swayed so violently that it was evident she was on the edge of a massive orgasm.

“Not yet, little one,” he said. He gently swung her leg to the floor and stood up.

Claire let out a yelp of protest, but he shushed her with his lips. As his tongue, now tasting of her, rammed down her throat, his fingers pushed into her pussy opening. Not gently, three thick fingers at once, but she was so wet, they slid in like she was made to fit his hand.

In and out, in and out, his pace became more rapid and the thrusts went deeper, harder.

“More,” Claire tried to say, but with his tongue clamped firmly over hers, it came out more like a moan. “Mmmm.”

She could no longer distinguish between him and her. He was part of her, a very important part, and as much as she wanted to let go and have the orgasm of her lifetime, she didn't want this to end.

Finally, he made the decision for her. As he thrust his fingers deeper yet, he pushed down hard on her clit with his thumb. With her eyes closed, Claire saw flashes of light and white stars floating. She tried to scream out, but his mouth over hers muffled any noise of her release.

Her body convulsed over and over, her legs pressed tightly around his hand, and she grabbed onto his butt, squeezing until the explosions within her ceased.

He waited for her to calm down, for her breathing to return to almost normal. When she seemed strong enough to support herself, he backed away. He bent down and retrieved her bra, panties, and skirt. He placed them in her hand, closing her fingers around the items so they wouldn't drop to the floor again. Then he reached in his back pocket, pulled out her tank top, and draped it over her shoulder.

“Here,” he said. “I caught this out there. Thought you'd want it back before you left.”

He turned and walked away.

Claire's watched as he moved toward the light at the end of the hall. Just before he turned, she saw something written on the back of his shirt and her mouth opened, but no words came out.

His shirt read, “If you can read this, the bitch fell off.”

Alexander Harriman, billionaire CEO of Harriman Motors, stared back at the faces around the conference table. They were all waiting for him to say something. Evidently, someone must have asked a question, and now everyone was silently awaiting his reply.

The Monday meeting with his sales staff was unusually boring for him today. This was generally one of the highlights of his week, when he could praise last week's star salespeople and set the goal for the new week. But today was the same as the past two days. He had only one thing on his mind. A girl named Claire.

He stood up and everyone followed suit. “We'll take this up first thing next Monday when we meet,” he said. By then he'd have a transcript of the meeting and could answer whatever it was they wanted to know.

Alex was aware that every one of his employees made an effort to keep their faces straight, but he caught the look of surprise and confusion on a few. Without remembering a word that had been spoken in the last sixty minutes, he knew his performance had to have less than his usual intense focus. He shrugged inwardly. His “less than best” was better than anyone else's best performance on a good day.

He made his way to his office briskly. All he wanted to do was get behind his desk and jerk off to the memory of Claire. Sweet Claire.

His secretary stopped him as he strode through her area on the way to his office. “Mr. Harriman! I'm surprised to see you here. Have you forgotten the New Employees Welcome Luncheon? You're scheduled to speak in five minutes!”

Alex's eyes narrowed, then blinked. “No, of course not. Just need to get something,” he said, dashing into to his office and opening a drawer as if he were retrieving the forgotten item. He glanced at his itinerary on the computer screen. He had time after his customary pep talk to new employees to return here for his intended action before his afternoon appointments.

He arrived at the conference suite where the employee luncheon was being held just in time to hear Anna Brigham, the Human Resources director, leading up to his introduction.

She seemed relieved when he appeared in the double doorway entrance. “And, so it's my pleasure to introduce our CEO, Mr. Alexander Harriman.”

Everyone in the room turned to look at him. Alex walked to the podium at the head of the room, thanking Anna and turning to face his newest employees. He took a few seconds to survey the eager faces. His eyes rested on one longer than the others. A pretty blond petite young woman named Claire. He saw a look of shock on her face. He struggled to keep his face expressionless as he felt a tightening between his legs.

Alex smiled imperceptibly and launched into his welcome speech. He had delivered this talk once a month for the last five years, so it took no real concentration on his part. He was careful to engage everyone at least once, including Claire. It was an effort to look at anyone but her, but he kept his head and eyes moving around the tables.

His usual routine was to depart after his speech, leaving Anna to conclude the formalities of the rules and regulations before lunch was served. But today he stayed.

He could tell Anna was ruffled. Her eyes kept darting to him as she spoke. It was easy to read her mind. She was nervous that he was reviewing her performance. He decided to let her sweat it out and kept his corporate face on.

She didn't miss a beat and kept her voice steady while she delivered the speech that she had done almost as many times as he had done his. While she spoke, she passed out copies of the employees’ manual. She droned on about the rules, and he tuned out until she reached number five.

“Dating or romantic relationships between employees is strictly forbidden. If discovered, the employees involved will be dismissed.”

Alex's gaze rested on Claire. He saw her eyes widen and a look of panic quickly pass over her face. She quickly lifted her glass of water to her lips and turned slightly to catch his eye, but he didn’t acknowledge that he noticed.

Anna continued. “You'll find a one-page printout of the rules I just reviewed inside your manual. Please tear out this page along the perforated edges, sign, and return to me by the conclusion of the luncheon. The paperwork states that you understand these rules and have been informed engaging in any of these behaviors will result in dismissal.”

Alex interrupted her. “Anna, I think our new employees should be given a week to review the manual and decide whether or not they want to return the signed paperwork. I want everyone to enjoy lunch today, not be studying the manual.”

A relieved titter ran through the group, and Anna stared at him for a few seconds before recovering her composure after his unexpected break in the usual procedure. “Of course, Mr. Harriman. An excellent idea.”

She smiled at the group. “All right. Please make sure you review these items this week and return the paperwork to my office by close of business day next Monday. That gives you through the weekend to read everything, just in case you're too busy in your new positions this week.”

She motioned to the wait staff in the hallway outside the conference room. “I think we can begin the fun part now. Enjoy your lunches, everyone.” She looked directly into Alex's eyes. “Will you be joining us today, Mr. Harriman?”

“No, sorry I can't. I have another meeting.” He started to turn toward the exit, but looked back into the room once more, eyes resting on Claire. “Enjoy your lunch, everyone, and welcome to Harriman Motors.”

In the elevator back up to his executive suite, Alex sent an email to one of his new employees. When he returned his phone to his pocket, his hand brushed the painful bulge in his pants. He glanced at his watch. There was enough time to take care of that before his next meeting. He groaned in anticipation.

Claire thought she'd never get through lunch. She arrived back at the showroom reception desk still shaken and not sure if she should pack her things and leave. She looked around the showroom for her supervisor. Should she wait until the end of the day to say it wasn't working out, or leave now?

Her computer dinged, prompting her to check her email. Two messages. The most recent one was from Anna Brigham. It appeared to be a group email sent to all new employees, reminding them of the need to return their agreements. The other was from A. Harriman.

“Claire, Please take advantage of the one week trial period before making your decision, and do not return your paperwork before Monday morning. Spend the next few days getting accustomed to your new position. At six o'clock on Friday evening, my car will pick you up from work so we can discuss your future with this company. Looking forward to our next meeting, Alex.”

She stared at the screen. Was he expecting a reply? He didn’t ask for one.

She read the message again. He seemed pretty sure of himself that she would stay. She ought to leave right now. But she knew she wouldn’t.

At least she finally knew his name. He was all she’d been thinking about since she saw him walk away from her and disappear around a corner.

Claire closed the email program and tried to concentrate on the tasks of her new job. Monday was a busy day, as the office manager who got her settled in had informed her. The salespeople were following up with all the people they had seen over the weekend who didn’t buy yet, and the phones were ringing frequently with return callers.

The next few hours passed quickly and finally around three-thirty, someone came to relieve her at the desk. She got a fifteen-minute break.

Claire grabbed her purse and headed outside to call Danica. Her friend picked up on the first ring. “Hey, how’s it going on your first day?”

“Dani, you’re not going to believe this. He’s my boss!” Claire spoke in hushed tones even though there was no one around her in the parking lot.

“Who?”

“The biker guy from Friday!”

“Get. Out. Of. Town.”

“I may just have to. They informed us at the new employees luncheon that employees are not allowed to date one another.”

“So what can they do? Fire you or something?”

“Exactly!”

“And what’s this guy’s job? The showroom manager?”

“No. He’s CEO and founder of the company I work for.”

Claire’s phone went silent, followed by a scream.

“Holy shit!”

“Yeah.”

“Well, they can’t fire him, can they?”

“No, but I don’t exactly have his executive privileges.”

“But wait, Claire. You weren’t working there last week, and besides, you didn’t even know who he was.”

It was Claire’s turn to be silent and think. “Here’s the thing. He recognized me at the meeting and when I got back to my desk, there was an email from him.”

“Did he fire you?”

“No, he wants me to stay. Said to get used to my new job and he’d send a car for me on Friday night so we could discuss my future with his company.”

“Sounds like maybe he wants to reassure you that what happened won’t affect your job. Or, maybe he enjoyed the hook up as much as you did and wants a date.”

“Danica, be serious! I don’t know what to do. Should I leave now?”

“Absolutely not! See what he has to say on Friday.”

Claire sighed. “I gotta get back to my desk. Call you later. And, Dani?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, at least ‘til I figure out what I’m going to do.”

“All your secrets are safe with me, always.”

“Love you! Bye.”

At precisely six o'clock Friday evening, a shiny black Tesla S sedan pulled up in front of the showroom's entrance. Claire was seated at her desk. She quickly grabbed her purse and headed out, hoping no one spotted her getting into the car.

The driver was waiting by the rear door and opened it for her. ”Ms. Davenport?”

Claire nodded.

“I'm Trevor. I'll be your driver this evening. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make you comfortable during our drive.”

“Will we be traveling far?”

“No, but rush hour in South Beach can make even a short distance a long trip.”

Claire laughed. “That's true,” she said, and slid onto the plush leather seat.

She took a moment to look around at the elegant interior while Trevor traveled around the back of the car to return to the driver's position. The seats were light beige, only a shade deeper than white. Double panels of glass spanned the roof, and combined with the deep front and back windows and wide side windows, offered a panoramic view.

The driver sat behind the wheel and looked at her in the rearview mirror. “Any music preference, Ms. Davenport?”

She thought about it for a moment. Maybe she could use this opportunity with the driver to get some information about Alexander Harriman. She had looked him up online, but he had protected his profiles carefully, and she really didn't know much more about him than she did a week earlier when she danced into the depths of Charli's for their quick encounter.

“No, but play Mr. Harriman's favorite music for me.”

Trevor nodded. “Very well.” He pressed lightly on the huge touch screen in the center of the front dash. It appeared to be a control panel for every feature of the car in addition to being the largest GPS screen she'd ever seen.

Classical music filled the space around her. Not loud, but perfectly balanced. She leaned back to enjoy and take in her surroundings. Trevor pulled onto the main thoroughfare and inched through traffic to MacArthur Causeway, where his employer has sped past her on his bike one week before.

“How long have you been Mr. Harriman's driver?” she asked.

“I've been Mr. Harriman's personal assistant for six years. I perform a myriad of tasks for him, including driving his vehicles.”