ROYAL BRIDE (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance)

by Bella Grant

  I felt stupid. What sort of woman hooks up with Nick Saunders, the official bad boy of the country? What was I thinking? The thought of what could have happened and how Amy would have been excited made me giggle.

  “What am I missing?” Nick asked.

  “Nothing. Just my best friend almost came with me to see you, and she backed out at the last minute. Just wondering if she had any idea what might have happened.”

  “What might have happened?” Nick drew closer to me again, and I stepped aside so we weren’t so close.

  “I don’t know. We might have….” my voice trailed off.

  “Might have done what, Sara?”

  “You know,” I said, embarrassed.

  “Had sex?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, we might have, but I don’t want to rush you,” he said, touching my face tenderly. His hand felt soft and warming.

  Gosh, this man turned me on just by looking at me. This was ridiculous. Amy was right, I needed to get laid so I could get on with my life. “I didn’t take you for the patient type.”

  "Did you do a background check on me?” he giggled.

  "What? No. My friend, Amy, is one of your biggest fans.”

  "Then I'd love to meet her. How about dinner tonight? You and Amy?"

  "Ah…okay,” I said hesitantly, wondering how returning a necklace had become an arousing afternoon that led to dinner. "Well, Amy is working late and I..."

  "You’re off from the coffee shop, and you haven’t started working here yet."

  "How do you...?” How did he know my schedule?

  “Know what you’re up to?”

  “Yes. Are you keeping tabs on me?” I said. I should have been mad at him, but I was flattered that he knew my schedule and we weren’t even together.

  "I make it my duty to know what I want to know. Dinner at seven then? You, me, and Amy? "

  “I’ll try.”

  "Please wear this necklace." He pushed the box back to me. The damn necklace again.

  “I haven’t even said yes to the invitation,” I giggled as I picked up the jewelry box.

  "I’m hoping you will. Please take it, and accept the dinner as my apology for kissing you,” he said.

  "That’s fine, dinner at seven then,” I said.

  “I’m guessing the only way to make you go out with me is by kissing you?”

  “What?” My cheeks were on fire. “Of course not. Whatever gave you that idea?”

  “Well, my illicit kiss got me a dinner date with you. I better score some more dinner dates to bank for the future,” he said.

  “What…”

  He didn’t let me finish. His mouth was on mine again, but I was ready for him. He was slow and deliberate like he wasn't rushing, and he truly wanted to explore the kiss. I let my hand drop to his side as he reached out to hold the curve of my ass and pull me closer to him. I let his body melt with mine. I could smell his essence.

  Again, I felt his cock pressing against my tummy. I was losing my senses, and as much as I wanted to escape his hands, I was too weak to let go. As his hands moved from the curve of my waist toward my ass, I let myself relax. I knew he wouldn't do anything I didn't want. He had been in a position to take me just a few minutes ago, but he had stopped when he assumed I couldn’t handle it. His kiss deepened, his mouth searching mine like he had lost something. Once more, I had the courage to kiss him back with the same fervor. He pressed hard against me, his cock bulging even more as I kissed him. I wanted so much to focus on the kiss, but his cock was so huge I was literally melting in his arms. I broke the kiss, causing him to moan.

  “Sorry," I said. I wanted so much to glance at his groin out of curiosity, but I knew better. He was well-endowed, I was sure of it.

  “Don’t be sorry, Sara,” he said. “Don’t tell me you don't feel anything between us."

  Nick held my gaze. I would not give him that pleasure by looking away. My lack of submission to him didn’t deter him; instead it made him more eager to be with me as he leaned in so quickly that I didn't see it coming. I didn't resist him, couldn’t resist him. His hands reached beneath my shirt and he hit a snag. I smiled as I let him figure out the best way to get to my breasts was to unbutton my shirt. It didn’t take him long. The buttons came undone like they were burning his fingers. The last one, a hook, got stuck, and before I could help him unhook it, he ripped my shirt apart. For this man, I would rip all the clothes in my wardrobe. He cupped my breast, tenderly at first, then a little harder. I yelped in surprise.

  "Are you okay?”

  I didn't reply. I put his hand back on my breast and squeezed his hand with mine, enjoying the feeling of pain which had become pleasurable. “Yes, I’m fine.”

  He kissed me again and led me to a couch in the corner of his office. Within seconds, I was topless, in just my lacy bra and my skirt and panties. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but he gently pulled them away. I knew how much body I had; I had been teased when growing up about my curviness. The thought of a man seeing me naked for the first time was too much.

  "You're beautiful. Never forget that," he said as his lips descended on my nipples.

  If I had any objections or personal hang-ups, they all dissolved with his kiss. I relaxed into the sofa, my hand reaching toward him and pulling him down to me. I rubbed his hair, his back, his shoulders, anywhere my hands could reach, unsure where I wanted to settle until my fingers finally dug into his back. It spurred him on; he kissed my nipples harder, pulling and tugging and sending jolts of pleasure down my spine and all the way to my pussy. I could feel my panties getting wet. At first I was embarrassed, but then I allowed myself to get lost in the sensations.

  “You taste so good,” he said as he lifted his mouth from my nipples and kissed me. He took my entire nipple into his mouth again, and he bit on it softly while looking at me like he wanted to make sure I was okay with moving forward. I wanted to look away, but his eyes were so kind, so endearing. I simply nodded my consent, which caused him to take my nipple between his teeth and bite harder.

  He looked at me again and I nodded. He could bite me all he wanted because I truly enjoyed it.

  “Are you okay?” he asked and I nodded.

  He smiled and took my other nipple in his mouth, biting down softly at first, then harder. He trailed his mouth down the middle of my stomach and to my belly button. Shivers ran through my body, but it got worse when I realized where he was heading. No one had ever touched me there, except me, of course, and this man who was almost a stranger was heading to my pussy like he owned it. I knew I should stop him, but I couldn’t possibly stop him even if I wanted to. I was too turned on to turn back, and I knew from his grunts and moans he wanted me as badly as I did him.

  He pulled my skirt down roughly. The only thing that stood between him and my pussy was a pair of white panties that were by no means sexy at all. In fact, I was embarrassed about my panties. I hadn’t planned on sleeping with the enemy when I came to his office, so wearing sexy panties was not on my to-do list. He didn’t even seem to notice my discomfort with my underwear. He put his fingers on the band and pulled them off quicker than I could ever have imagined.

  As the panties slid down my legs, I felt some of my wetness on my inner thighs. He had turned me on more than I had thought possible. I reached my hand over his head, feeling a need to give back the pleasure. I yanked his shirt over his head, baring his torso. He was beautiful, but before I could admire his entire body, his face had returned to my body and was dangerously between my legs. I closed my eyes, expecting a finger or his cock inside me. But instead, I felt the warmth of his tongue as it settled on my clit. He was going to lick me. I froze as his lips touched mine, wondering how it was going to feel and how he felt being down there, but those thoughts went away as he licked my juices.

  "Sara," he moaned as he licked me.

  I could sense his arousal even though I hadn’t touched his cock. I wanted so desperately to touch his co
ck and tried to stand up so I could touch his shoulder, but he pushed me back to lying position.

  “Plenty of time for me,” he said. "Relax."

  I relaxed and let the sensation whirling in my pussy envelope the rest of my body and take over my senses. He licked my clit for so long it seemed it would never end, and each time his tongue touched me, I shivered, my sex becoming wetter. I was afraid I would come before he penetrated me, and I really wanted to feel him inside me.

  "Please," I begged, moaning softly, trying to pull him up to me.

  "Please what?" he teased. “Tell me what you want, Sara.”

  "I need you," I said shyly.

  He moved up from my pussy and lay on me, pinning me down with his body. I reached out to trace his body. I could definitely tell this man was an outdoors person. He had the definition to show for it. I realized there was so much more about him I didn’t know, but this was not the time to ask questions.

  "You sure this is what you want?" he teased.

  "Yes," I said, then I noticed him glance at the door.

  I remembered we were in his office and the door was unlocked. I wanted to ask him to lock the door, but I knew the moment would be lost if I did that. He must have read my mind. He looked at me and pulled me close to him.

  "Don’t worry. No one comes in without my permission.”

  I nodded. I wanted to ask about his sister, but she had more important things to worry about than chasing after who Nick was fucking. He didn’t let my worries linger; he quickly pulled his pants off. I closed my eyes, fearful of what I would see.

  "Open your eyes," he said gently, reaching out to take my hands away from my eyes. “You can touch it," he whispered.

  I let him guide my hands towards him, holding my breath in anticipation of what I’d feel. I didn't know what to expect, having never touched a man's cock. It was warm and firm and he was ready for me. He flipped me around and pinned me down on the sofa. His fingers touched my pussy.

  "So warm and wet," he murmured.

  I touched his cock, fighting the urge to beg him to fuck me hard. Wet and warm was nice, but all I wanted was to feel him deep in me. He understood what I needed; he positioned himself at my entrance, causing me to inhale sharply. I knew it would hurt, but I was ready. He started by gently nudging at me, like his cock was trying me out for size. After a few nudges, he slid into me, not all the way at first. I stiffened, and he could feel it. He looked at me, our eyes catching.

  “This is your first time.” It was a statement, not a question. I felt ashamed that I had no experience in sex. Lying to him was not going to work because he was so experienced he could tell a virgin from an expert.

  “Yes,” I whispered in a barely audible voice, shame coursing through me. Maybe I should have taken Amy’s advice and gotten laid before I met Nick.

  “And you want to continue?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  He gently pushed into me a little more. I winced, then relaxed as he pushed all the way in. I felt the pain tear me up like I was being split, but it lasted only a few seconds. He held his cock steady inside of me, then gently pulled out and thrusted into me slowly. The pain was not as intense. I relaxed with each penetration, and soon he was thrusting quickly into me. I held onto him tightly, my body riding along as he moved, his impossible cock fitting like a glove.

  Intermittently, his mouth gently claimed mine and let go as he kept rocking me. I reached the height of my pleasure, my moans getting louder. His grunts heightened as he pounded me harder and harder. Then a warm bubble spread inside me, threatening to erupt.

  I held onto Nick, screaming his name over and over again as he thrusted so deep into me I started shaking. He was coming as well, his orgasm overtaking him as he held me closer. As our bodies melted together, I knew that Nick was right about one thing. There was something between us, something worth exploring.

  NICK

  Long after Sara had left, Nick sat in his office, dreaming about how perfect his afternoon had been. Who would have thought that a girl that pretty was still a virgin in her twenties? He didn’t know New York had any virgins over seventeen years old. He was still lost in his thoughts when a knock sounded at his door, and as usual, without waiting for a response, Zia strolled into the office.

  "Someone had a good time," Zia smirked.

  "Zia, stop. You let her in."

  "She looks decent and I liked her. I thought you'd appreciate her visit."

  "Maybe so. What's your point?” Nick said, trying to hide the irritation in his voice. Zia had a way of getting under his skin at the worst moments.

  "Nothing. I walked over to discuss serious business, but your office smells like sex.”

  "Zia, you really have to start learning how to mind your business. I think you need a man to keep you entertained. I should hook you up with one of my friends. That would keep you busy and out of my hair.”

  Zia snarled at him. "You know that's never going to happen. Your friends are all jerks.”

  “Probably, but you can't live in the past forever. Being hurt doesn't mean you can't move on. Jason was an asshole for cheating on you, but that was in high school, Zia.”

  "Fine, Nick. I think that's enough about me," Zia said firmly, her voice controlled and her tone flat.

  "So how can I help you?” Nick said, sitting in his huge leather chair.

  "You owe the preservation some money.”

  "What do you mean?”

  "What do I mean? You've been so preoccupied with getting into Sara’s pants you've hardly given work any thought.”

  "Fine. So what do I owe and for what?”

  “Your girlfriend’s share of the donation for the ball.”

  “Oh, yes,” Nick said. “Take it out of my salary for this month. I did forget.”

  “Of course you did. Where your mind’s been, I’d forget if I were you. So tell me, was she as good as she looks?”

  “Zia, you don’t give up, do you?” Nick said.

  "You should know me by now," Zia said as she started to walk away. “And if you don't want to have little ones all over your house soon, you probably should use a condom next time.”

  Nick picked up an eraser off his desk and flung it at her, but she dodged it and closed the door after her.

  After she left, Nick still had a smile on his face, partly from the memory of how warm Sara had been, and partly from the fact that his sister was the most persistent person he’d ever met. Zia was a pain in the rear, but he loved her. He liked how Zia teased him about Sara. It meant one thing – she liked Sara. She never liked any of his women. This was the first time she had expressed interest in his female affairs, and it was nice to know his twin also liked Sara.

  Thoughts of Sara brought more smiles to his face, and surprisingly, made his pants feel tighter. He was getting a hard on by simply thinking of her. He couldn’t wait to see her later that evening, and hopefully, if things went well, he’d get another chance to show her how much he truly cared for her.

  SARA

  I left Nick’s office determined not to overanalyze the situation. I had shamelessly had sex with a man who probably didn’t care too much about me now that he had gotten into my panties. One part of me regretted giving myself so completely to him. The logical thing to do was to call him and cancel the dinner plans we’d made for tonight, then ignore him and let things die. But I knew Mr. Rich too well. He would never back down from anything he wanted, and if he wanted me, there was no escaping him.

  Amy couldn't make it to the dinner even though she really wanted to go. One of her co-workers was leaving their company and she had to attend an informal send-off dinner.

  I had wanted her to come with me –almost like a chaperone– but on the other hand, Nick and I had gone too far to need a babysitter.

  Thinking of sitters, I rubbed my belly. I had been so carried away I forgot to use protection. I crossed my fingers and prayed I was safe. Either way, it was too late to worry. Nick had released his seed in me a
nd I had gladly received it. I didn't want it any other way.

  Amy came over to my house to dress for her party because, as she had stated over the phone, she wanted to make sure I was dressed appropriately for the occasion.

  "Amy, you know you don't have to be here," I grumbled as I opened the door, but she pushed past me, bubbling with excitement. I swear no one could be as excitable as Amy.

  "What do you mean I don't have to be here? Sara, the man would be ashamed of being seen with you, the way you dress. He's used to classy women, remember? Your goal is to entice him and make him want you."

  I snorted. "What's wrong with how I dress? Besides, I don't need to entice him."

  Amy placed her purse on the chair and looked at me. "What do you mean?" I tried to hide the smirk on my face but was unsuccessful. "You slut. You total slut! You slept with him, didn't you?"

  I couldn’t deny it even if I wanted. This was Amy and what Amy wanted, she got. Instead of denying it, I smiled and looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

  "You are not denying it?”

  "Amy, how is this your business?"

  "My best friend loses her virginity and it's none of my business?"

  "It really isn't. Please don't ask me to tell you the details. Because I won't," I said as I left her standing in the living room. I went to my closet to pick out clothes.

  "Sara, there is no way I'd let you not tell me. It was your first time and I have a right to know every detail. Was he big? Was he good? Did he go down on you?" She had followed me to my closet.