Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Hey,” Emma said happily. She gave me a big hug, saying nothing about me being early.

  “Hey, Emma.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “What’s your last name?” Emma asked.

  “Jinkens, why?”

  “Not Targaryen?” she asked, still hopeful.

  “Nope, never,” I laughed though, understanding the reference. “The violet eyes, right?”

  “Yeah, they’re really pretty,” Emma said dreamily.

  “Thanks,” I said, flattered by her enthusiasm.

  There was a time I’d toyed with doing a Daenerys Targaryen costume for a convention but figured I was too short and my hair was too dark a blonde. I still did the costume for a friend who looked absolutely amazing, and decided to go as Arya Stark myself.

  “You’re early. Good.”

  We both looked as Jayden approached. I could feel my heart pounding against the inside of my rib cage as he approached, looking pleasant as could be. I was happy there didn’t seem to be any awkwardness after the corset incident. It had been a few days ago, but it still felt fresh to me. Partly because he had seen more of my body than any man who wasn’t my dad or my doctor.

  “Did you finish the Santa costume?” Jayden asked.

  “Of course,” I replied brightly, “I did all the costumes. They’re out in my car.”

  “Lead the way.”

  Jayden followed me out to my car as Emma went back to her post. With several garment bags each, though he did admittedly carry more than me, he showed me to a bedroom that had almost nothing in it.

  “Will this work?” he asked.

  “Yeah, it's great. Thanks.”

  Before I could even put down my pile of bagged costumes or get out my tools for the fittings, Jayden started taking off his clothes. I gave a little yelp of surprise, making Jayden chuckle.

  “I’m very comfortable being naked,” he said nonchalantly before taking down his pants.

  I was torn between turning around and facing the wall, which wasn’t a great position to do a fitting from, and staring at his truly massive cock. True, I didn’t have much of a frame of reference, but holy shit was he hung!

  Pulling the Santa costume out of the bag, I threw it at him and faced the wall. The image of his beautiful member was forever burned into my mind’s eye. I could only imagine what he would be like when he was hard. A delicious shiver ran through me. I could hear Jayden laugh again at my modesty. It was embarrassing, but I wasn’t about to turn around while he was still naked. There was way too high a chance of me jumping his bones.

  “I have a proposition for you,” he said as he got into the costume, “one that will help you build your costume shop.”

  “Oh?” I asked, tempted to turn around.

  “I’m decent,” he said with a chuckle before he could elaborate.

  I turned around to feast my eyes on the sight of Jayden dressed as a very sexy Santa. It was all I could do to keep my jaw from dropping as I reminded myself to breathe. Gathering my stuff, I set to work fitting the costume to his wonderful body so it would fit him perfectly, pinning the extra material down for the alterations. I could feel the heat coming off his body through the faux-fur material.

  Starting at his shoulders and working my way down his body, the biggest alteration to that point being to shorten the sleeves a bit. I started on his legs, going all the way down to his ankles. The problem with this approach was eventually I got up to his inner thighs. As I did, he turned his hips and my hand brushed against his very hard cock, tucked down one of the pant legs.

  I knew I should move my hand, or jump back or something else to get away from him. The only problem was that I didn’t want to. His cock felt so good against my hand. I pressed it harder. His wonderful shaft throbbed lightly against my palm. With Jayden looking down at me, raising no objections, I slipped down the front of his pants. His massive cock sprang out at me like a cobra.

  Taking him in both hands, I slowly brought him to my mouth. I worked my lips up and down his lovely cock. A little nervous to be giving my very first blowjob, I went slowly at first, nervous about gagging. I wasn’t sure what it would be like to have a nice, big cock in my mouth and was relieved to discover it was not only comfortable but comforting. Going a little further down, I started to suck him harder, swirling my tongue around the head as well.

  Jayden didn’t touch me, but the sounds he was making let me know he liked what I was doing. Encouraged, I went even further, making soft sucking sounds as I gulped his gorgeous cock. I could feel the head tap gently against the back of my throat. I settled into the rhythm, honestly starting to enjoy it, using my hands to work his shaft and balls as I sucked him. I worked his cock every way I could think of until he unleashed his river of cum into my mouth.

  Still with his cum dribbling down my chin, I finally fell back. I was in utter shock, unable to believe what I’d just done. As enjoyable as it had been, it wasn’t right. I needed to pay him back first. I could only imagine what he thought of me.

  “I think you should leave,” I whispered, sounding more upset than I meant to.

  To be fair, I was more upset with myself than with him, but I couldn’t have him there while I tried to get myself together. Without a word, he pulled up his pinned pants and left the room, taking his regular suit, and all my hopes, with him. I felt like I’d just ruined my opportunity for success.

  Chapter Nine - Krystal

  I felt wonderful and awful at the same time. Getting a tissue from my bag, I wiped the cum I couldn’t swallow from my chin, wondering what I was going to do. It didn’t seem likely I would ever be able to face Jayden again, which could be a problem considering we were still supposed to be working together.

  I was even the one that had insisted that we keep things professional. I couldn’t help but feel like a hypocrite. I should have been able to handle unintentionally seeing a cock. Yet I just couldn’t keep my hands, or indeed my mouth, off of him. To be fair, it was likely just Jayden to whom I would react that way and my impromptu oral servicing in that case didn’t necessarily bode badly for my career as a seamstress. Assuming I could still have a career after such a screw up. I was still trying to pull myself together when the knock came on the door.

  “Yeah,” I said, still flushed and out of it.

  Emma poked her head into the room, looking genuinely concerned, and I wondered what Jayden might have said to her. I felt even worse, not wanting to worry her.

  “Are you okay? Can I get you some water or something?”

  “Yes please,” I said, still trying to pull myself together.

  She disappeared and I managed to get myself up onto a nearby chair. My head was swimming with everything that had happened. I knew I should have felt ashamed of what I did, but I couldn’t. It had just felt so good. I felt bad because I didn’t want to mess up my arrangement with Jayden by making our relationship something we never agreed on. As far as I knew, he had an at least passing interest in me but that didn’t mean he necessarily wanted me to go ahead and blow him. Not that he’d objected at the time. It was all such a mess. I only hoped we would be able to fix things before they got too far out of control.

  The light knocks came again. It felt a bit weird considering I was in their house, but Emma had clearly been raised with good manners.

  “Come in,” I said.

  “We only had Evian,” she said, holding a glass of sparkling water.

  Silly me, I’d thought she had been talking about tap water. We definitely had different perspectives on things.

  “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip.

  Bubbles got up my nose and made me sneeze. Setting the glass down on the nearest flat, sturdy surface, I went to the pile of garment bags and searched for her name.

  “I brought two options for you, so we can see which one you like.”

  “How did you know my measurements?” Emma asked, not unre
asonably.

  “I didn’t exactly, which is why we have to do the fittings. But I can guess within reason just by looking at someone. I usually get it within a centimeter or two.”

  “Wow, that’s like a superpower,” Emma gushed.

  “I suppose,” I agreed. I hadn’t really thought about it that way before.

  I’d done the angel costume I’d thought of initially, but upon looking at it, I wondered if it might be a bit too sexy for her after noticing that she tended to dress modestly.

  “I’ve got the angel costume,” I said, pulling the hanger from the bag, “but I also thought you might like this.”

  Emma’s eyes lit up as I flourished the princess dress out of the garment bag like a stage illusionist.

  “I love it,'' she gushed.

  Emma was as bashful as I was and dashed to the bathroom to put the dress on for the fitting. She showed a good deal more thought and discretion than her older brother. I couldn’t help but smile as she swept back into the room like Cinderella. She looked great, even if the dress was a bit loose. My personal policy was that it was better to make something a little too big than too small. I found it easier to bring things in than to let them out. Basically, it was the costume-making equivalent of measure twice and cut once.

  “I love it!” she gushed again.

  I was pleased she was so happy and could only hope the other waitresses would feel the same about their elf outfits.

  “Where do you want me?”

  “There is good. Just hold still, okay? Trust me, these pins are sharp.”

  Emma was almost shaking with the effort of keeping still in her excitement. I really hoped Jayden let her keep the dress after the party. It was a bit of a fancy fairytale but it could still be worn most places with the right accessories.

  It would have been better to leave it alone, but the doubt had started to burn like a barbecue briquette in my chest and I just couldn’t help myself.

  “Does Jayden date much?” I asked, trying to sound casual as I pinned down the waist of the princess dress.

  “Oh, no,” Emma said seriously. “Jay doesn’t really ‘date.’ At least not in the usual way. I don’t like to speak ill of him. He was almost like a second daddy to us growing up, and I’ll love him forever, but I don’t know if he really loves anyone or if he can. I don’t remember seeing him with the same girl twice.”

  “Oh,” I said, feeling a little silly.

  “I think the term is ‘player.’ He even pays for it sometimes,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper at the last part. It’s best if you don’t get too attached to him if you’re thinking in that direction. Clarence was joking about how you should marry him.”

  “Marry Clarence?” I asked, so surprised I nearly stabbed her in the hip.

  “No silly, marry Jayden. You’re pretty and smart and have a good head for business. That’s what Clarence said anyway. That it was a match made in heaven.”

  “What did Jayden say?” I asked, preparing for the worst.

  “I don’t really remember exactly. Something about lucky he’s an agnostic.”

  It felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I’d done so much with Jayden, giving him my very first hand job and blowjob, ending with my first taste of cum, and he probably didn’t even like me. At least not that way. He seemed to like what I had done, but it didn’t mean we were ever going to do it again. It was more than likely he saw me as just another girl. Probably even a slut.

  My vision started to blur as tears started to form. I had to be even more careful to keep from jabbing poor Emma, who was still in my clutches. I didn’t believe in blaming the messenger, especially when I’d been the one to ask.

  It was stupid, but I could feel the tears roll down my face. Everything I’d hoped for in life seemed to collapse like a house of cards from a worn out deck. It wasn’t as though Jayden was the only one who could help me with building my business, but it wasn’t just that. I was also worried about my reputation, not only in terms of doing business, but I also didn’t want to be seen as a girl trying to blow my way into opportunities. I had talent and really just needed a chance to prove myself. What had happened with Jayden had nothing to do with that. I just wanted him, but he had no way of knowing that.

  “Are you okay?” Emma asked with sweet concern.

  “Yeah,” I lied, wiping away the tears. I was glad I wasn’t holding pins at the time.

  “Sure, that’s believable,” Emma retorted, nearly making me laugh with her wholesomeness.

  She crouched down in front of me and held my empty hands, squeezing them comfortingly.

  “You like him, don’t you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Not the first time. I love him, but he has more broken hearts in his past than an incompetent cardiologist.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Her turn of phrase was just a bit too perfect even if it was still a serious situation.

  “My advice would be to do the ball to pay off the damage, get your payment for the custom costumes and leave it at that.”

  “Strictly professional,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.

  “Exactly. To be honest, it is all he really understands. Everything is a transaction, even love. It’s great for the business, and he is doing really well there, but it can play merry heck with his relationships. I wouldn’t be surprised if our mom and I were the only women he’s ever really loved, and of course that’s totally different.”

  My mind was reeling. How could I have gotten it so wrong? Had I really mistaken lust for love? Mine as much as his? To be fair, Jayden hadn’t really made a move on me. I had assumed that the initial brush of his cock on my hand had been intentional, but it could have just as well been an accident much like with the corset incident.

  “You look sad,” Emma said, speaking as she found.

  “I’ll be okay,” I said , hoping it was true.

  “Can we still be friends?”

  “Sure,” I said, unable to keep from giggling.

  “Yay,” she enthused, and reached to hug me, but I halted her.

  “Pins!”

  “Oh, right,” she laughed.

  It wasn’t so bad really. I just had to keep things professional with Jayden from then on and make it clear that’s all I really wanted from him. If nothing else, I’d get out of my debt to him and make some money for my costumes as well. It also seemed like I’d made a great new friend.

  Chapter Ten - Jayden

  Candles flickered softly in the dark, reflecting off of the themed decorations. Sexy elves made their rounds, bringing samples of our product to potential buyers. Everyone seemed to have a great time, talking and sipping, commenting on the novelty of the idea. I could almost see the money from the orders that would be rolling in after the event. I was worried that a Christmas Costume Ball might be a bit kitsch, looking down on themed parties in general, but Krystal had really pulled it together. The overall effect was really classy as well as interesting.

  She was easy to spot. I would know her figure anywhere, especially in that outfit that stoked my imagination and made me wonder exactly what was under it. I’d only really gotten a peek, but that left me hungry for a lot more.

  “Care to dance?” I asked.

  “Sure.”

  When she got close enough, I feigned losing my balance and grabbed onto her. She made a little yelp of surprise but didn’t pull away. Our eyes met and seconds later, we were kissing. Softly, passionately, without a care in the world. My hands started exploring her body, caressing down her corseted curves and onto her hips. With shaking fingers, Krystal opened the front of her dress and I buried my face in her cleavage as my hand ventured around her waist and down to her ass, squeezing hard. She moaned delightfully, so I did it again and then pulled up the dress, giving her a light spank right on her bare cheek. She yelped and jerked but didn’t pull away.

  I whirled her around and bent her over with her hands a
gainst the wall. She stayed there like a good girl as I gently caressed her legs, eventually going all the way up her skirt and easing her panties down and then off.

  I could smell her sweet scent before I could see she was excited. Turning up the bottom of her dress, I gave her another light spank. That got much the same result. Her pussy seemed to get even wetter, so I gave her several more. She moaned and squirmed in pleasure, pushing back against my hand, silently begging for more.

  When she was ready, I grabbed her sweet ass with both hands and gave her a long, lingering lick. Caressing my tongue the length of her tender lips made her moan beautifully. I wanted to make it last, to tease her, I kept licking slowly. Dragging my wet tongue across her delicious pussy, I paused for a moment to directly stimulate her clit every third or fourth lick, changing it up to keep her guessing. After she was warmed up I dug in hard, licking and sucking her sweet little cunt until she was nearly howling with glorious abandon. Her body shaking against me as I pleasured her, squeezing her ass hard as I took in her soft sweetness.

  Krystal started convulsing as I licked and, for a moment, I was afraid she might pass out. But she stood firm. Her desperate gasps seemed to turn into nearly intelligible words.

  “I-I-I love you!” she screamed, unleashing a massive orgasm all over my face.

  I woke up with a start. The dark, quiet room eased me back into a sense of calm. Even so, I had nagging doubts. Part of me, a surprisingly large part, was concerned that I was catching feelings for Krystal. It was probably just my nearly crushing desire for her making me think crazy things. I just needed to have her and that would be it. I didn’t really like to think of it as being a cure, but it was difficult to come up with another metaphor that would be as fitting. I just needed to buy her at the auction. One night and it would all be done.

  I was in beast mode. Dressed in my unique sexy Santa suit, I went down to the main hall, which was being set up for the event. Clarence and Emma wanted to hold it at the winery, a way of connecting the wine to the place, to make it more likely to stick in the guests’ minds. I wasn’t sure after Sebastian came up with his auction idea, but they convinced me. I thought we were definitely going to need a stage to do it right, but figured that we could work it out. If nothing else, we were wonderful at improvising.