Crave Me: A Billionaire Boss Romance

by Amy Brent

  He grunted in my neck, moving faster and faster. My body adjusted to him and a moment later it wasn't bad anymore. It wasn't comfortable but it wasn't bad.

  An orgasm washed over me out of nowhere, starting at my core and spreading through every part of me so that I curled my body around Brian's and cried out into his shoulder to muffle the sound. I grabbed handfuls of his blazer and squeezed until the light subsided and I came back to reality.

  When the orgasm was over Brian lifted his head and looked at me. There was a mixture of concern and raw lust all over his face.

  "Do you mind if I...?"

  I shook my head. "Please." I needed this to be good for him.

  He nodded and slowly picked up his pace. He pumped into me, faster, harder. With it came the sharp pain again. My body was okay when we were going slow but this was something else. I cried out but Brian was in his own world now, his actions animalistic rather than thought out. He hammered into me and his body trembled and shuddered. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensation where everything blurred until I was floating in a cloud of delirium. His strokes shortened and quickened another time and a moment later he released inside of me.

  His cry was guttural. Mine was sharp. And then it was over. He stayed inside of me just a moment longer before slipping out and leaning against the wall next to me. He breathed hard. I breathed hard. I looked at him.

  "We have to get back to the party," he breathed, swallowing hard.

  I nodded. I found my panties, pulled it over the leg it had fallen off and pulled them up. I felt how wet I was when the material was against my skin - wet from my lust and his combined. This had been my first time and I was scared Brian would just leave me now. I hadn't thought it through. I hadn't thought about needing to cuddle afterward, needing physical reassurance after the first time having sex.

  I should have.

  Brian took my hand. "Are you ready?"

  I nodded. I was wobbly on my legs and it felt like I teetered on my heels but I wasn't going to look vulnerable now.

  "Let's go."

  He took my hand, pulled me closer to him, and half of my fears were doused. He was going to stay at my side. This wasn't spooning, but it was better than I'd feared.

  Thank God.

  Chapter 4: Brian

  I walked back with her - the nameless virgin goddess - on my arm and it felt like everyone knew what we'd just done. And they envied me for it. They were jealous of her for it. I felt like a boss. I'd just taken this woman's virginity on the terrace. She'd wanted me to. Sleeping with her felt like a feat in a way that was different than any of the other women I'd conquered.

  "Megan!"

  We both turned, me because I recognized Tom's voice, and her because I was guessing she was Megan.

  "I didn't know you were here tonight, I thought you were only coming up tomorrow."

  She smiled and she was beautiful in the young innocent way she hadn't been at all while we'd been doing the deed on the terrace.

  "I wanted to surprise you."

  I had the terrible feeling that something was wrong, a sinking in my gut. Tom gave her a half-hug and clapped me on the shoulder. It didn't seem right to think that she was a feat now. I wasn't sure why.

  "I see you've run into my daughter."

  Blood drained from my face and I felt like I was going to throw up. This was Megan Philips? God, she'd grown up. And I'd helped a little with that, hadn't I? My stomach turned again.

  "You're taking good care of her, I hope?" Tom asked. I gave him a wan smile.

  "Of course."

  "Brian is showing me around," Megan said in a syrupy voice and I wanted to claw her eyes out right there. She'd betrayed me. She'd cheated me. She'd tricked me into sleeping with her and now an ax hung over my head and I would never be able to get away from it. If Tom found out what I'd done this would be the end of my career, of our partnership, of my friendship with him... this was such a mess.

  Chapter 5: Brian

  It doesn't matter how much time passes. Sleeping with your partner's daughter who is half you age isn't something you can every outrun. Months have gone by and it wasn't so raw and fresh anymore but I still hated the fact that it had happened. I still felt like I'd was the one pulling on the short straw. My business suffered from it a little. I was distracted and I felt like a traitor somehow. A traitor, a womanizer, a disgusting pervert. Sleeping with her had been nothing different than sleeping any of the other models I'd slept with. They were all roughly the same age and part of my career as a model agency owner in some way or another.

  Except, she had been a virgin. And she was Tom's daughter. Which meant that it really wasn't the same at all.

  It didn't influence my relationship with Tom at all, which told me one thing. Megan hadn't told him that it had happened yet. I was walking on pins and needles, though, tip-toeing around him, terrified every time I saw him that he would say something, that he would call me out and it would finally be the day that everything in my life broke.

  I got out of the car I'd ordered to pick me up from the airport. I'd been out of town for a week and it had been the only week I'd slept without waking up a couple of times in the night, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I thanked the driver and walked into the lobby. Our offices were situated at the very top of a tall shiny building that could be seen from anywhere in town.

  "Brian." I looked to the side. Tom stood in the lobby, waving at me. Megan was at his side. My stomach turned and I wondered what excuse I would use if I threw up right in front of them.

  "Morning, Tom." I nodded at her. "Megan."

  She smiled at me. It was a beautiful smile - she really was a looker - but I was still angry with her and all I could see was a woman that had put me in a very difficult position and I wasn't talking about Karma Sutra.

  Judging by the smile on Tom's face and the fact that he let me within twenty feet of his daughter meant that Megan hadn't told him yet, but that didn't mean it wouldn't change. I was terrified that at some point she would use it when that priceless piece of information would be to her advantage. And my downfall.

  The problem was that it was a sort of dream standing in front of her right now. I hadn't seen her since the fashion show, but she had been a constant in my mind. Whether it was because I was thinking about how she'd done me wrong and jeopardized my career, or whether it was because she had been different than anyone else I'd been with was beside. She was always on my mind.

  I didn't want to admit that there were times I thought about her and I didn't think about how she'd fucked me over by not telling me who she was, but I thought about what we'd shared and how much I'd thought - at the time at least - it was worth. How much I thought she was worth.

  I looked her up and down. Damn, she really was a beauty. She had an hourglass figure in the truest sense of the word. Breasts and ass that balanced each other out. he wasn't leggy and tall like the models I was usually with but she moved with grace and elegance I hadn't seen on any of the girls we sponsored and her hair was like silk. It was pulled back in a ponytail and it made her dark eyes even more pronounced. Her face was open and innocent - yeah right - and a part of me wanted to do her all over again.

  I had to regain control somehow.

  "Don't you want to help me out?" Tom asked. I blinked at him. I had a feeling it had to do with Megan and I wanted to say no. I didn't. I couldn't, though, so I rubbed my hands together.

  "What can I do for you?"

  Tom looked at Megan who was looking at me. I wished she wouldn't. Her eyes were big and liquid and it made me unsure of what I felt.

  "Megan has been having a tough time finding a job now that she has her qualification. I hired her as one of our talent managers." Oh god. "I'm off to Paris in the afternoon so I won't be able to make sure she's alright here and knows where she needs to be."

  He took me to the side a little, leaving Megan a few steps behind us. He spoke in a lowered voice. "She's a little raw and vulnerable, not re
ally used to the real world yet." Oh, if only Tom knew exactly how part of the real world his little girl was. "I was hoping you could take her under your wing, look out for her, make sure that she's alright around here. You know what the fashion world is like and I've kept her out of it all these years. I trust you, I know that you won't let anything happen to her."

  I wasn't so sure of that. Tom had no idea what his daughter could be like. If she wasn't the one that was getting herself into trouble, I wasn't exactly someone Tom could trust, either. Look at what I'd done.

  I nodded and smiled. "Of course. I'll make sure she finds her way." What else could I have said?

  Tom smiled, looking relieved. "I knew you would come through for me. You're like an uncle to her."

  God, I hoped not. We turned back to Megan. Tom smiled. I plastered something that resembled a smile onto my face and looked at her.

  "Brian will see to it that you're in the right place, honey." He stepped toward Megan and kissed her on the forehead. "You know you can call me anytime." He squeezed her hand and she nodded. She looked emotional. Was she going to cry? I really hoped not. Tom turned and hurried away. Megan and I stood facing each other, each with a mouth full of words and nothing to say to each other.

  "Shall we?" I gestured toward the elevator. "You need to be on the ninth floor."

  She nodded. I pushed the call button for the elevator and a moment later the chrome door slid open. Megan stepped in first. I followed. When the doors closed us in I was aware of how small the space was, how close we stood to each other. The last time I'd seen her I would have given an arm and a leg to be in a such a private, confined space with her. Now I felt claustrophobic. The tension grew between us, the air in the elevator getting thicker and thicker as we slowly slid up one floor after the other.

  "I don't appreciate what you did," I said, unable to bear the silence anymore.

  "It's not what I did, it's what the two of us did. Together."

  I glared at her. I was angry now. "You could have told me who you were."

  "You wouldn't have slept with me, then."

  I shook my head, looking straight ahead. It was better not to look at her. I was furious and infatuated and I didn't want to like her. I wanted to be angry and angry alone.

  "That's the point I'm trying to make."

  She was silent for a beat. "Did you want to sleep with me?"

  I swallowed. "That's not the point."

  "Did you?"

  Dammit. "I did, but--"

  "Then there are no regrets because it was what I wanted and it was what you wanted and we did it."

  How could she be so blasé about this? Maybe because her career wasn't at stake the way mine was.

  I glanced at her. She was composed and calm, the opposite of what I felt. I was frantic, screaming on the inside, trying to justify what I'd done, trying to justify it by saying that I'd been tricked. Even though she was right - it hadn't just been her.

  She looked like nothing was wrong. She was more in control of the situation than I was. Between me and her, I was the child. It made her sexy as hell. There was nothing more attractive in this world than a woman who knew what she wanted and oozed confidence and conviction.

  Shit! I couldn't want her. This was wrong. I couldn't feel this way about her. She was Tom's daughter. She was a child. She was... making me spin out of control. This couldn't happen. The door pinged and opened on floor nine and I was relieved that I could escape her now.

  This could not happen.

  Chapter 6: Brian

  For weeks after she was hired I only heard good things about her. I couldn't set foot in the office without hearing how well Megan was doing, how on top of things she was, how she was mastering her position. Raises, promotions, an office of her own - these happened in quick succession.

  The office was on the same floor as mine. I hated it. I tried everything not to have to run into her. Most of the time it worked.

  I sat at my desk trying to balance figures until it was way past dark. When I looked at the clock it was nearly ten. I looked out the window. The city was stretched beneath the window with twinkling lights in the night. Cars crawled in the distance, headlights two little specs in the dark.

  I got up, collected my coat and my briefcase and locked my office door. There was a light still on, coming from one of the other offices on the floor. Someone else was working late. When I got closer I realized it was Megan's new office that still had a light burning in it.

  This spelled trouble. I was already in a bad place with her - I couldn't afford to sleep with her again and I didn't know how well I would be able to control myself if she made a move on me the same way she had last time. She wasn't only seductive and beautiful but her success in the company added to her attractiveness. I tip-toed past the door, peeking in.

  The office was empty, thank God. If I hurried I could get out of the building before she came back from wherever she was and the chaos would be averted.

  The sound of someone throwing up pulled me up short. It wasn't uncommon for the models to make themselves sick but they didn't do it around where we could see it and this sounded almost desperate, the kind of retching that made you think the person was coughing up a lung.

  I took a step toward the bathroom. A moment later Megan appeared looking pasty and tired. My heart flipped a little. I tried to tell myself it was sympathy, not affection. It had to be.

  "Are you okay?"

  She flashed a watered down smile and walked toward her office. She wore a pencil skirt that hit her low on her thigh - quite a modest look for her, fit for the office. It looked spectacular on her. Her knees below the skirt line were red like she'd been kneeling on the floor for a while.

  I followed her to her office. It was my job to make sure she was okay, even if my motivation was a little skewed. No one had to know what but me. No one had to judge me by it more than I already judged myself.

  "Are you sure you're alright? Can I get you something?"

  She sat down at her desk and rubbed her hands down her face. When she looked up at me again her eyes were tired, like it was much more than just lack of sleep.

  "Really, Brian, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."

  If there was anything I'd learned through my divorce and all the women I'd dated it was that if a woman said she was fine, she probably wasn't. I turned and left the office, walking to the water cooler and filling a paper cup with water for her. I carried it back to her office and held it out to her over her desk.

  She looked at me, eyes uncertain before she took it. She drank a bit.

  "Why are you being nice?"

  Was this a trick question? I shrugged. "I just want to make sure you're alright."

  She chuckled without emotion. "Nice of you. I can't imagine what your motivation is."

  I sat down on the chair facing her desk where she received visitors. "Just because you did something I felt you shouldn't have doesn't mean I shouldn't care about your well being."

  "Because I'm your friend's little girl?" There was bitterness in her voice.

  I shook my head. "Because you're a person and no matter what the situation was we still slept together. That puts me in the bracket where I still care about your existence."

  She sighed and her lip trembled. Tears welled up in her eyes.

  "What is it?"

  She shook her head and looked down at the desk although through teary eyes like that I was sure she wasn't looking at anything.

  "I can't tell you."

  I took a deep breath. "I'm not going to tell your father if that's what you're worried about. I respect you as an individual. The fact that you're Tom's daughter is a coincidence. Inconvenient, but a coincidence nevertheless."

  She sobbed, a small, fragile sound.

  "Thanks, but I don't think this is something you can help me with."

  That sentence just made me want to help her that much more. There was something about a woman crying that awoke the protective primal male in
side of me and that fact that it was Megan - delicate and young - that made it that much more.

  "Come on, try me. Maybe we can fix it. Maybe it isn't as bad as you think."

  She swallowed.

  "I'm pregnant."

  It felt like something sucked all the air out of the office and I couldn't breathe. My face must have shown it because her face closed.

  "Still, think it's not as bad as I think?"

  I opened my mouth to say something, couldn't find the words, closed it again.

  "And just before you ask if I've been whoring around, I haven't. The child is yours. I'm not expecting you to do anything about it, but I'm not a bad person for what we did together."

  She said it with defiance as if she was trying to justify it to herself, rather than me. As if she was trying to convince herself. The truth was, though, I hadn't for one second thought the baby was some other poor bastard's. A man could always hope, but the fact that she'd been a virgin when I'd met her told me everything about the kind of person she was.

  Chapter 7: Megan

  He asked me to dinner to talk about the baby. I was raw and vulnerable and I felt impossibly alone in the world. I agreed. The fact that he'd cared for long enough to find out what was wrong in the first place made me think that he wasn't a bad guy. Of course, I knew that he wasn't, but seeing a man through the eyes of a little girl versus the eyes of a woman that had gotten to know what adults do were two completely different things.

  The restaurant was nice. The kind of place that made sense for Brian. I'd been to it once or twice for business lunches or dinners. Tonight the decor and the music and the food did nothing to cheer me up. The place reminded me of what I would lose as soon as the company found out about the baby. I was four months along and I wouldn't be able to hide it with loose shirts forever. The music annoyed me. The food made me feel sick even when I just looked at the menu. Why did they call it morning sickness when it hit you any moment of the day?

  "Brian, it's very nice of you to take me out to talk about this and to care for me when I was throwing up, but this really isn't your problem."