Virgin Escort For Mr. Vaughn (Big City Billionaires Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  He slams me against a tree and plunges his tongue into my mouth. All caution is thrown to the wind. My leg lifts, resting on his hip as his hand travels along my thigh. Tree bark digs into my skin as my fingers dig into Victor’s hair, pulling him closer.

  His dick presses against my soft spot which is completely soaked for him. “Victor, what are we doing?”

  “Shh. I want to feel you.”

  I don’t stop him. I don’t think about how someone could see us out here. I just go with my desire and let him touch me. I kiss him so hard I think I may pass out. God, I want him. More than anything. I never thought I’d want anyone so badly enough that I’d fuck them against a tree, but surprise, surprise–apparently I do.

  I tug at his hair as he pushes me harder against the tree. I don’t even care about the bark pinching my skin where my bikini top rides up. I just want to feel him all over me.

  He palms my breast from under my suit, his hand running along the top of my pebbled nipple. It feels so good.

  “Don’t stop,” I moan.

  “I don’t plan on it.” He pinches my nipple, and a growl escapes his throat.

  I grind my hips against the bulge in his shorts, wanting to feel more, and ease this ache between my legs. My hands fly to his zipper as he trails kisses down my neck.

  “Feels so good,” I grit out.

  “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.” His confession makes me smile.

  I’ve wanted him, too. His sexy body feels good under my fingertips and as I work his zipper down, I’m rewarded by his hardening cock. I thrust my hand down them, rubbing him in the palm of my hand.

  The moon hangs in the sky, watching our every move, and I lower my gaze to peek at the present inside his shorts. Solid wood. I grip his full length in my hand, sliding my hand along his hard shaft, pumping him.

  “Oh, fuck,” he growls.

  The sound of his voice, the sexy timbre, turns me on. I want to taste it. Suck his hard cock between my lips.

  He pins me harder against the large, oak tree and reaches to pull my bikini bottoms down. Oh, shit.

  He clears my bottoms from my legs and tosses them to the mulch-covered ground. I stand there, bare to him, in nothing but my tight, white top. He lifts me in his arms, both hands squeezing my ass as he pummels his thickness inside of me.

  “Your bare little pussy is exactly what I’ve been wanting.” He continues thrusting inside me as I moan into the night. “And since it’s mine I’m going to have it whenever and wherever I want.”

  “Don’t stop,” I beg.

  The things he does to me unwinds me, bringing me closer to coming. His lips suck against my neck as his hands tug my ass cheeks apart to slam deeper inside me. My shoulders press against the tree, and I’m sure I’ll have splinters everywhere, but it’s so worth it.

  He fucks me harder, and I shut my eyes tight as he groans against my skin. The tingles begin, racing all over my body as I feel it coming. My orgasm. An orgasm from Victor is all I want in this moment.

  I grip his shoulders as my body shudders. It rips through me, and I come undone. My orgasm makes a grand appearance, and I cry out into the still night.

  He follows closely behind, his orgasm shooting his hot cum deep into my body. His body spasms briefly as he deposits every ounce of his attraction inside me. When we both come down from our encounter, a rush of adrenaline spirals through me.

  We could have been caught.

  We head back to the house after cleaning ourselves up. Being with Victor is exciting, because I never know what he’s going to do next. It’s fun. Unlike any kind of fun I’ve had before. I don’t want this week to end. I don’t want to head back to my reality of my pathetic life with my sister as we try to pay bills we can’t afford.

  I want something different.

  * * *

  The next day, Victor and I head to the lake on the opposite side of the property. The coolness refreshes me and I sink a little lower to enjoy it. I can touch the bottom and don’t fret about not being able to swim. I can tread water now.

  A loud splash startles me and I glance over.

  Near the dock is Victor.

  He smiles and I wade closer to him. Within moments his hands wraps around my waist.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “Feeling you.” His eyes smoulder into mine. Igniting a hot white passion I’ve never experienced before.

  “People might see us.” I glance up to the house where any moment people from the retreat could spill out onto the lawn. “This isn’t a private lake.”

  “I don’t care. I need you right now.”

  He swims me under the dock as his lips find mine. A passionate kiss grips us both as his tongue plunges deeper inside my mouth. We’re hidden from the house now as his body rocks into mine.

  “Victor, what are you doing to me?” My mind is scattered all over the place. Emotions, feelings and everything else weigh heavily on me. I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t anymore.

  “The same thing you’re doing to me.”

  We kiss again, longer this time until he lifts my bikini top and fondles my breasts. He tugs on my nipple and then lowers his head to suck on it as well.

  “Victor, I love your mouth on me.” My head falls back, my hair floating in the water as he sucks on me.

  “I love your body,” he moans.

  He continues his handiwork, fondling me until I can’t stand it anymore. I let lust consume me and run my fingers along his inseam.

  His thick cock is hard and at attention. I circle my fingers around the tip through his shorts. It turns him on, and he groans loudly. He touches my thigh, spreading my legs apart as he removes his shorts. His engorged dick aims right at me, and I’m ready for it.

  He removes my bikini bottoms and pushes himself deep inside me. One hand grips the side of the dock as he pounds his cock further. It feels so good and I think about the thrill of being caught for just a moment before I’m swept away by his eyes. We push our wet bodies into each other as his lips nibble on my ear.

  “You’re beautiful, Isabel.”

  I lick along his neck as he fills me further with his strong dick. We continue on and on, fucking under the dock until I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take any of it anymore.

  I want him for more than just sex.

  I want every part of this man.

  And I know I’m in big trouble.

  19

  Victor

  “Make it happen,” I say to my assistant on the phone. I want Jaden’s company and now’s the time to attack. Like a fisherman, dangling the bait.

  I watch Isabel laughing along with Jaden as the two of them sit along a bench watching the waves crash onto shore. Their ease with each other is starting to grate my nerves, and I hate the way he calls her Bella. Her name is fucking Isabel.

  I hang up the phone, and make my way closer.

  “Isabel, can I talk to Jaden for a minute?” I hate asking her to leave, because I rather spend my all of my time with her.

  Wait, is that weird?

  Well it doesn’t really matter what I want, because the truth of the matter is that I can’t be the shark I need to be with her around. She’s too all consuming with her whiskey colored eyes and caramel skin. It fucks with my head and with words like forever and happily ever after.

  She agrees to my request and heads off toward the house. I watch after her, hoping to hell she won’t encounter any problems with some of those snooty bitches on this trip while I make this business transaction. I just need to make it quicker.

  “Jaden, I’m going to get to the point. I know your numbers have been down for the past two quarters.”

  He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I don’t know how to turn things around.”

  I smile. “Let me help you.”

  I finish up the details of buying Jaden out, and he has many questions which is only natural, and I tell him I’ll be in touch next week.

  The end
of the retreat is almost here, and I have one more night with Isabel before I send her back to the agency and pay her for her time. I hate that I have to send her back at all but all good things come to an end.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask her when I join her at the buffet inside.

  “I’m grabbing a quick bite, and then I thought I’d head back out to the lake.”

  “Care if I join you?”

  She smiles wide. “Of course.”

  We continue eating, and then head up to the room to change into something more suitable for the lake. Henry, and old college friend, has his boat and takes a few of us out for a ride. The twenty-foot cruiser speeds around the lake, and Henry’s son, Francis, skis behind it.

  “Have you ever skied before?” I ask Isabel.

  She shakes her head.

  “Want to give it a go?”

  She shakes her head no and I laugh.

  “I’ll go first.”

  When Francis is done, I take my lap around the lake, holding on and jumping the wake behind the boat. Isabel appears to be enjoying herself, and I like being out here with her.

  “I think we need to give you more swimming lessons before we drag you behind the boat,” Henry says to her.

  “I agree.”

  I don’t want anything bad to happen to her, not because she’s my responsibility, but because I wouldn’t know what I’d do with myself if she got hurt while I’m around. I care about her, and I’m starting to realize just how serious my feelings are starting to become.

  After the boat excursion, I step away from Isabel and tell her I need to make a phone call. There’s no one I need to call. I just need some breathing room. I need a minute to clear my mind. What am I doing right now? I’ve crossed so many lines during this trip.

  For the rest of the afternoon, I avoid her. I have some of the conversations I should of have had all week with some of the other business owners. I take a late lunch with my shareholders. And I continue to avoid Isabel until we leave on my jet the next day and head back to reality.

  During the ride I pretend to be exhausted and spend most of it asleep, but really my mind was racing. The minute the jet lands, I gaze into her confused eyes and deliver my goodbye with a cordial but icy goodbye.

  “Isabel, thank you for an amazing time.” I can barely look at her without wanting to pull her into my arms. “You played the perfect fiancee, and I’ll be sure to give you a stellar recommendation if the agency asks for one.”

  She says nothing but stares back at me with a mixture of hate and hurt that slices right through me. I manage to hand her a check for the money promised, and send her back home in one of my limos. The minute she’s gone, I sulk back to my own car. I’m going home to drink myself to death.

  “Take me home.”

  20

  Isabel

  I stare at the piece of paper in my hand, wondering if he messed up on the amount of zeros he put on the check. This can’t be right, but there’s really no one to question it. It’s over.

  The limo takes me to my apartment, and I try not to remember the way Victor looked when he said his goodbyes. Cold. Like he could flip the switch from doting fiance to cold-hard prick in an instant.

  Actually he flipped that switch long before he sent me away in this limo. It was around the time we got off his friend’s boat. He didn’t even touch me our last night there. He said something about respecting me too much, but I knew the truth. He’d had his fill, and was finished with me.

  The limo drops me off, and I head inside.

  “Natalia?” I ask when I’ve stepped through the front door. “How are you feeling?”

  Natalia is up, cooking away in the kitchen. We give each other a big hug hello.

  “I feel so much better. I think I just needed a good rest.”

  “What are you cooking?” I ask her, and she smiles.

  “Eggs. Want some?”

  I nod and then tell my sister all about the job. Well, a very much watered down version of the job. I show her the check and she cries. This is more money than we were expecting.

  “He must have really liked you.” Then she purses her lips together. “This is really unusual though. Were there any strings attached to this money? I hope he doesn’t become a repeat customer.”

  “Natalia, I think you should quit. We’ve got this money as a cushion, and I’m going to find a better job in the city.”

  “Where?” she asks.

  “I’ll figure it out. Anything is better than selling your body for money.”

  “He didn’t force you to sleep with him did he?!”

  “No.” There was no force involved, I think to myself, more like begging on my part.

  “Ok,” she agrees. “Then I’ll let the agency know.”

  We finish the afternoon watching TV, and scouring the newspaper for any job that isn’t selling your body for money. By the time I head off to bed at night, my mind is all wrapped up in Victor.

  I don’t know how I’ll be able to survive without him, but he made it pretty clear that all it ever was with him was pretend. All I’ll ever be for him is a call girl.

  The next day, bright and early, Natalia and I get up, put on our best outfits, and go job hunting. We are determined to find something that Nana would be proud of, and we won’t take no for an answer.

  Things go really well for Natalia. She lands a job at a marketing firm filing papers and answering phones. As for me, I’m still hunting by the time dinner rolls around. I stop off at the mall, and put in an application at a high-end clothing store. The manager on duty interviews me on the spot and offers me a job. Natalia and I meet up at home with a better outlook on life. Everything will be ok.

  “The agency called me, wanting to know how Mr. Victor Vaughn enjoyed the experience,” Natalia says.

  “What did you say?” I ask her.

  “I told him he was very satisfied, tipped me well, and then I told her I quit.”

  I wrap an arm around my older sister. “I’m very proud of you.”

  “I’m proud of you. With the money you made we can move into a new place.”

  I scrunch my nose up at her. “Don’t be mad.”

  “What?” she asks.

  “I ripped up his check.”

  “You did what?!” she screams at me as we step into the stairwell of our apartment.

  I shake my head. “I just didn’t feel right taking it.”

  “What are you talking about?” She places both hands on top my shoulders. “He would have never missed the money.”

  I let out a sigh. “I know but I would have known, and I just didn’t feel right.”

  “What happened on that trip?”

  I stay silent.

  “Did you...did you sleep with him, Bella?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh my God. Did you want to?”

  “Yes.”

  “So wait...are you in love with this man?”

  A tear escapes my eye and falls down my cheek. I swipe it away and nod. “I think so.”

  She hugs me. “Oh, Isabel. It’ll be ok.”

  But I don’t think it will be. How can it be? It’s over.

  21

  Victor

  It’s been a few weeks since the billionaire’s retreat, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Isabel for one fucking minute.

  I contacted Jaden, and we’ve set up the process of me buying him out but even that feels empty. Initially I thought the acquisition of his company would fortify my own portfolio and make my stockholders very happy, but now I think I may want to help him save it. He was a nice guy and good to Isabel. Why should I tear apart his life’s work?

  What is happening to me?

  “Sir,” my assistant, Debra says, stepping into my office. “We may need to issue Miss Newman another check as it still hasn’t been cashed.”

  “Hasn’t been cashed? Are you sure?” This has to be a mistake. I handed the check to Isabel myself.

  Unless she lost
it.

  It’s quite possible maybe she laid it down somewhere that she forgot about, although she’s smarter than that.

  “We could probably call the agency to get a hold of her.” Debra says.

  “Do that. Get her phone number.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Debra rushes out and I sit here wondering why on earth Isabel wouldn’t cash that check. Did something happen to her? Is she okay? I need to find out if it’s the last thing I do.

  I slam my fist on the desk. I shouldn’t have let her leave. I knew it when it was happening, that it was the biggest mistake in the world I was making. Yet still, I let her leave. I handed her the check and watched her walk away. I’m such a fucking moron. I mentally kick my own ass for the fact I let her leave.

  “Sir,” Debra says as she enters back into my office. “The agency has no record of an Isabel Newman working with them.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Did she give a fake name? No, there’s no way. She wouldn’t have lied to me.

  “Give the company her description,” I bark out. “They must have made a mistake.”

  “I’m already on it, sir,” Debra says, walking back out of the office.

  I put a call into my driver, and tell him to pull the Mercedes around. One thing’s for sure, I’ll find Isabel and get to the bottom of this myself. I have to see her. And once I do, I’m going to make sure I never watch her walk away from me ever again.

  22

  Isabel

  It’s my first day working at the Nordstrom department store in the mall, and I’m excited to be making my own money. Even though working for Victor didn’t feel like work at all, I wouldn’t take his money because I just couldn’t.

  Call it pride.

  Call it ethics.

  Call it whatever the hell you want, but I love him, and taking his money just felt all wrong to me.