Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection
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Saying that, I run full tilt toward the elevator, with plans to walk to the nearby retail area to the jewelry shop I’ve always wanted to go in but never had a reason to. There, there’s a big, fat ring with Melissa’s name on it, and I have every intention of getting it for her.
And now I finally have the money to do it, and I won’t let my dad take it away from me.
Chapter Sixty-Eight - Melissa
I was happy to get Vanacore out of here. I was happy to see her dragged away like the criminal she is. I was dizzy with joy and gratitude hearing of Tommy’s promotion. It is the just reward for all of his honorable, kind-hearted work.
What really makes my head spin, and my heart feels like it’s so happy it’s going to break into a million dazzling little pieces, is the marriage proposal I’ve just gotten from Tommy. There’s no ring with a yet, but there will be. He’s heading to a jewelry shop with all speed, to do just that.
But I’m not about to let him go without another good piece of news my own.
“Wait a moment, husband-to-be,” I shout at him.
Tommy stops short, whirls around with a goofy smile on his face.
“Yes, babe?”
“Since you’ve just proposed to me and been living at my apartment for the last two weeks while you were on your vacation, you officially live with me now, okay?”
I’m smiling as I say this, not caring that half of the upper office floors are still watching our exchange.
“You already have the spare key anyway. The one meant for my dearest, sweetest husband.”
Tommy chuckles here like he’s drunk on wine.
“Good. Because my dumb old dad was threatening to sell my car and all my shit back at home.”
Despite this admission of a horrible home life, he has a wide, brimming smile on his face.
“That’s fine since you’re not going back,” I say, surprised by the authority in my voice. Especially since he is now legitimately my boss. “You don’t need any of your stuff. Or anything that reminds you of him.”
“You’re right, I don’t, babe,” he says and turns back around. “I’ve got better things to do. Like going get my baby a ring for her beautiful, precious finger.”
With that, Tommy resumes his journey down the hall and toward the elevator. It’s still at a quick speed, but not as quick as before — and it’s got a little spring to it, which I think is cute.
Only when Tommy’s disappeared from view, do I move my eyes elsewhere. To Kane, who has put his hand on my shoulder.
“He’s going to need a secretary of his own now, you know,” says Kane, a wide, daring grin on his face. “You interested in helping him?”
I blush hotly and deeply at this, knowing what my answer would be — that I would want to work for Tommy in this capacity without a second thought — but that would leave Isabella all alone by herself.
“What about…?”
“Isabella?” supplies Kane. “Don’t worry about her. I won’t make her do all the work by herself. I’ve already actually begun looking into possible candidates to take over your job. I’ve already started quietly looking at applications. Both inside this company and out.”
I look at him, not sure whether I should be impressed or terrified.
The degree to which that man can think ahead, plan ahead… It’s scary! Downright supernatural!
Kane just smiles, as if he’s had more people than just me look at him that way. I don’t doubt that he has. Not for a second. Not with how insanely successful his business has become since I started working here.
“I had a feeling things would work out this way.”
More like you made them work out this way, I think to myself.
By now, the rest of the partners, and indeed the rest of our witnesses, have disappeared back into their offices to get back to work — to get onto something other than our little soap opera. While I’m sure it was better entertainment than most daytime television, there is a company to keep running smoothly, after all.
“So, what do you say?” asks Kane.
I look at him, grateful, and a little terrified by the prospect.
“I appreciate the offer. I really do, Kane.” I looked down a bit. “But…”
“But?” Kane sounds genuinely amused.
My eyes meet his again.
“I need to check with Tommy first. He is the boss now,” I say, feeling my lips curve into a mischievously joyful smile.
“He sure is,” says Kane, matching my smile and turning to walk away. “And it’s only the best, most obedient thing to do: ask your boss for permission before doing anything.”
With that, he leaves me alone with my thoughts and with my raging libido. I’m dying to see Tommy again, and to get spread across his desk like the pliable, obedient secretary and wife-to-be I am.
Chapter Sixty-Nine - Tommy
It’s now edging toward the end of the day. After spending my late lunch break walking into downtown Manhattan and going to a jeweler’s there to buy Melissa’s engagement ring, I returned to work.
I returned to my office, which is now solely mine, not just something I share with Vanacore. It’s amazing to me how quickly everything was changed around for me. All of her stuff was moved out, and the plaques displaying her names have been removed and replaced with temporary cards with my name on them.
They are not as fancy as what I should have on my door, but I can be patient. I can wait for my fine mahogany-wood, and gold-lettered plaques to arrive.
In the hours since returning to my office, I’ve fielded numerous calls from Ms. Vanacore’s client list. During each of them, I informed them of the changeover in “management” so to speak. That I would be running her caseload now, due to an unforeseen change in her circumstances, and her standing within the company.
Most seemed understanding and grateful for the fact that I would be taking over since a few of them admitted they weren’t always as comfortable with Vanacore as she wanted to believe they were.
After fielding these phone calls throughout most of the afternoon, I get a personal call on my cell phone around four-thirty in the afternoon. It’s from Dad. Again, I can tell from the ring tone alone; it’s him.
I pick up immediately, knowing I’m ready, willing, and able to face him now. Put this part of my life behind me, as well as the dysfunctional story that goes with it.
“Dad,” I say, when I pick up, “Before you say anything—”
“I’m going to sell that piece-of-junk car,” he says, “I’m going to sell all of your shit that’s down in your bedroom. If you’re not going to be here, then it’s going to go to serve me and my needs, since you clearly don’t care about your old man anymore.”
“Before you say anything more,” I enunciate over him, “hear this: I’m not coming back home. I’m not ever coming back home. If you want to sell my shit, fine.”
Dad starts his cruel ribbon of laughter at me, but unlike before, it does nothing to faze me. It’s like the annoying buzzing of a bug going past my ear as I swat it to death.
Before he can get anywhere with whatever taunting his planning, I say, “Do what you want with my stuff. Believe what you want about me. From this point on, you are not to call me. You are not to try to contact me in any other way, and, as far as I’m concerned, you’re not my dad. I am at this moment disowning you and washing my hands of anything to do with you.”
Again, Dad tries to pipe up with something angry, demoralizing, and downright rude. Something about my foreign girlfriend. I don’t listen to it hardly at all. Just enough to get where he’s going and stop him.
“Yes, I’m staying with her. For the rest of my life. As of this afternoon, she and I are engaged to be married, and I really don’t care to know what you think or feel about it, Dad.”
I smile, feeling like a badass boss, even in my stylish but informal shirt and pants combo. The ones Melissa’s been dying to be fucked in, or fuck me in.
That done, I log on to my big, fancy new computer. The one connected up to the intraoffice communication system. The moment I open up Watercooler, I see that Melissa has access to it as well.
She has her chat window open and available to be communicated with. I click on her icon and type a message.
Melissa: Please come to my office immediately. I
have some business to finish with you.
After typing it, I hit send.
Almost immediately, I get a response back:
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
Good girl,
I type, feeling my dick starting to get hard.
I’ll be waiting for you.
After sending this, I sit away from the computer and double-check that the box with the ring is still in my pants pocket, where it’s been the whole afternoon. It is, and it’s ready to be presented to my dear, darling wife-to-be.
I decide to add one more message.
Your boss will be waiting for his good pet.
Epilogue - Melissa
I’ll be waiting for you.
Those words ring in my head and vibrate throughout my whole body as I get up from my desk on the top floor, and head for Tommy’s new office. As I pass by the rooftop garden, my heart’s pounding wildly.
My body temperature is up, and my pussy’s already starting to get a warm feeling. I’m excited and curious as to what exactly Tommy has in mind for our “unfinished business.”
I have a few ideas myself, but I’m eager to see what his plans are for me. This thought reigns supreme as I walk down the hallway to the legal floor, toward Tommy’s office.
There’s hardly anyone else here at this hour, which makes me even happier to be coming here to be with him. It means we can be a little bit more relaxed and informal than we might otherwise have to be. It also means there are very few, if any, potential witnesses to whatever this “unfinished business” turns out to be.
When I get to Tommy’s office, I pause outside the door. Partly because I’m almost too excited to see his face after all the good things that have happened in one afternoon, and probably because I’m suddenly feeling very shy and submissive. As if he can feel the latter, Tommy calls out my name. He tells me to come inside and close the door behind me.
I do as I’m told, obediently going into the room. I smile and bow my head as I see Tommy sitting there in his big, cushy office chair in front of a big, stately desk — a desk big enough for me to spread out on. In my skirt, I feel my pussy start to get wet. It aches with desire.
Tommy comes around his desk from out of his chair and wraps me up in a hug and a kiss, before I’m even able to see him move, he moves so fast. The moment his lips touch is mine, I practically melt onto the floor. It’s only his arms that keep me upright as I hold onto the sides of his face and move some of the hair off his forehead.
Tommy picks me up and twirls me so that I’m seated on the desk — the edge of it. Throughout all of this movement, we don’t lose touch. We don’t break our kiss, not even for a second. Something I don’t personally mind, as every second of this is like a visit to Paradise or the seventh level of heaven.
When we finally do break our kiss, both Tommy and I are out of breath, but before he can catch it, he’s down on one knee again. Except this time, he has a small velvet box in his hand.
“Told you I’d get the ring and do this up right,” says Tommy, opening up said velvet box. Inside is a ridiculously sparkly diamond.
There’s even a bit of star inlaid along the sides — a cute play on my last name, and a nice touch. He takes the ring out of the velvety, cushioned holder, and sets the box down.
As he takes my hand in his again, he says, “Here’s still hoping you still want to be my wife, even though I had to go get this ring this afternoon, and didn’t have it when I originally proposed to you.”
I kiss him fiercely on the mouth, saying, “Honey, just shut up and put the ring on my finger already!”
He slips it over my ring finger as we kiss again. As the engagement ring comes around my ring finger, I feel Tommy lean me back on his desk, spread my legs, and begin to unzip my skirt.
I hum excitedly, keeping my lips on his.
He replies in kind with a moan, moving one hand up over the fabric of my blouse to my hard nipples. He rubs his hands over them, feeling the readiness I’m already exhibiting through the light fabric.
“What a good pet you are,” he murmurs, finishing unzipping me and maneuvring my skirt and panties so that my wet, ready pussy is exposed to the open air. “Already ready for me, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, feeling beautifully agonized. My lips are off Tommy’s, but that doesn’t matter, as his lips are now on my folds. He licks my slit, moving up and down. Already, even with just a few seconds of attention, I’m feeling wonderfully tense and full of spasms. There is tenderness in all the right places. “I’ve been waiting for this since the first day I met you.”
Tommy licks up and down on my slit a few more times, and then circles my clit with his tongue, before popping his mouth off me. He does so with a sexy smile and an even sexier toss of his head like he’s a merman in a film.
“Then let me make it up to you, for making you wait so long, pet,” he says, giving my clit some attention by popping it in his mouth for a few seconds at a time and flicking it with his tongue.
Under each bit of attention, I feel myself getting tenser and tighter. I make little whimpers and squeals, which Tommy just chuckles at.
“Let your boss take care of everything you need, Melissa. Just lie back and enjoy.”
After saying that, Tommy returns to his post on my pussy, his mouth quickly licking and sucking every bit of me. Then he begins to tongue-fuck me in earnest, fondling my thighs and a bit of my ass cheeks as he does. I know this is all to get me ready for him — wet for him to take me as he likes.
“Oh, my God,” I murmur, feeling my head beginning to spin and my body beginning to float, even after just a minute of this kind of attention. “Oh my God, that feels amazing!”
Tommy just chuckles again. It’s a dark, sexy sound in his throat. And that just makes me ache more. From that chuckle alone, I could cum. But, like a good/bad boss, Tommy doesn’t let me. He pulls his mouth off me right as that’s about to happen.
I groan miserably, but Tommy just smiles devilishly at me and says, “Is my pet getting fussy?”
“Yes,” I say, surprised by the actual whine in my voice.
To this, Tommy just grabs my legs and pulls me to the very edge of his desk — the very edge of what can hold me and my weight. He then brings my legs up onto his shoulders so that my ass is in full view.
“Well, if you’re going to be my fussy little pet, then I’m going to have to punish you. I’ll stuff you full.”
His tone is singsong as he produces a small, fresh bottle of lubricant from his pocket, the warming kind of lubricant. I smile, shivering under sudden, excited chills.
“Spread that pussy open,” he says.
His tone is demanding and sweet here. Something that has me both puffing up and melting down into a gooey, happy mess on his desk.
I do as I’m bid, pulling my lower lips apart with my hands. I pull them as wide as they will go, hoping he gets a nice look at my pink, twitching pussy. I don’t need to see it to know that’s exactly what it’s doing. I feel it.
As he begins to douse my pussy with lube, he unzips his pants, revealing his huge, thick dick and rubs it with lube. He’s so hard and heavy that most of the warming job drips off him. So he actually has to massage it up and down his length, careful to get every inch of himself.
Tommy massages himself a bit faster and stronger, looking at me and my ready and willing pussy.
“Ready for me to feed you, pet?” As he speaks, he lines his head u
p with my entrance. He positions himself just right so he can have access to me without too much discomfort or trouble.
“So ready,” I say, leaning back and preparing to savor every inch of him again.
“Then prepare yourself for me, wife,” he says and enters me.
His cock pushes in. It stretches the walls of my pussy and making me feel so full I gasp. I reach behind myself and grab onto the edge of the desk, so I can hold myself still as my future husband thrusts into me to the balls.
“God, Tommy!” I moan. “You feel so good, sir!”
With one arm, he traps my ankles against his shoulders and with the other he grabs one of my hips. My legs lay against his stomach, but they shake as he slips his huge dick back out of me. The lube he coated us in begins to warm. My pussy feels overstimulated and over full as my love pushes back into me.
Tommy grunts and begins to fuck me hard. With each of his powerful thrusts, his thighs slam into the desk. It shakes us both and knocks into the floor. I should care about our coworkers hearing it, but I’m too blissed out.
My head is spinning with all that has happened. I’m engaged to the best man I ever met, and he’s now the head of the legal department of the company I love. And he’s been working on my case against Dennis and assures me that once he writes a demand letter on the company letterhead, he will make Dennis pay.
I’m glad for that, because I don’t ever want to talk to Dennis again, but I do want to hit him where it hurts: his wallet.
I can’t believe I started out with that asshole and now I’m with someone so much better. Things have changed a lot. But Tommy and I have walked through one of the hardest experiences I’ve ever had, and we’ve come out stronger. We’ve come out closer.
“I’m going to tie you up and fuck you every night, pet,” my boss grunts.
He moans, taking me harder and harder. My head spins as my abs tighten. I can’t hold back. My orgasm hits me, causing my pussy to quiver and twitch around Tommy’s giant cock. It sends him over, and he moans, filling me with his seed. It feels wonderful inside me, warm and wet. At that moment, I feel complete and completely connected to him.