The Virgin Heiress: A Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Virginia Sexton

  “Actually, I’d like to talk and make a proper one, if I can.”

  Considering the lengths he went for this gesture, hearing him out is the least I can do. “Okay.”

  I point down the hall to the break room; our best shot at privacy in this place in the middle of the work day.

  “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you the truth sooner,” he says the second I shut the door behind us. “It was stupid of me, because I knew the truth would come out eventually. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it when I should have.”

  “I see,” I say, pouring myself a cup of coffee from the pot.

  “The truth is, I did come here that day because I’m hoping to strike a deal with your father. I thought I could get an edge on the competition by becoming a supporter of your center.”

  “So, that’s what this was about? Your business.”

  Panic crosses Colin’s face, and he shakes his head quickly. “No, that’s just how it started, I swear. When you told me you’re not accepting monetary donations, I decided that was it. Worth a try. But I became interested in you that first night; I wanted to get to know you better. That’s why I kept seeing you. You’re not the only one who ends up only meeting the same kinda person. I don’t want to see anymore Sophias or Jennifers. They’re all the same. But I’ve never met anyone like you before, Susie Lexington.”

  “All right,” I say, hearing him and believing he means it. “And what if I told you to choose: the deal with my dad, or me?”

  “You, Susie. You.” He doesn’t hesitate for a second in replying. “Business deals come and go. I won’t put them before a woman I…”

  My heart nearly stops and my knees almost buckle. “What, Colin?”

  He smiles. “A woman I’m falling in love with.”

  “Good. I wouldn’t want to lose a man I was falling in love with, too.”

  Colin pulls me into a kiss so hard and hot I could have melted in his arms. He tastes salty, and there’s a slight musk on him from working on the shelves, but I inhale it greedily. I moan as it fills me with desire, a surge I feel deep within.

  As we kiss, his body seems to loosen, relaxing — as if a great burden has lifted away. He still holds me tightly, but clearly his worries are gone. Every time he slips his tongue between my lips and I meet it with mine, his relief grows, and so does his hunger for more. Already, I can feel the bulge in his pants getting harder.

  “Okay,” he says, separating at last. “Can we get back on track?”

  “I’d like that.” I pull Colin back to the couch so we can sit.

  Once he’s next to me I reach into his pants, wanting to feel his hard cock. Our lips lock again as I climb over him, my legs straddling his body. He releases a quick grunt as our bodies begin to move in rhythm, like a wave that mesmerizes me and sends me into a blissful trance I never want to leave. Even through our clothes, I can feel the start of something so intoxicating I could pass out.

  “Hey,” whispers Colin, slowing down for some reason.

  “Don’t stop,” I gasp, trying to increase my pace so that he’ll follow, but he doesn’t. “What is it?”

  He kisses me softly on the cheek as he stops completely. “This isn’t the place.”

  He’s right. Though sad to separate, I get up and sit down next to him. “Yeah, yeah.” Having a little fun with Colin inside the center might be all right at night, when we’re alone, but now it’s the middle of the day. As much as I want him to take me, it will have to wait a little longer.

  But not that much longer.

  “What are you doing tonight?” I ask.

  He laughs. “Why don’t you come to my place at nine?”

  “Okay. But isn’t nine a little late for dinner?”

  He shakes his head. “We’re not having dinner.”

  “Oh, I think this is it.”

  Allison holds up a dress, and I nearly faint. Backless, sleeveless and silky, with a V-neck plunging down well below the bust, the crimson halter would be so revealing, I can’t even imagine stepping outside in that thing.

  “No way,” I protest. “Are you crazy?”

  “Susie, just trust me, okay? If he sees you in this, he will never forget it. The image will be burned into his brain, and he will realize how close he came to never having this.”

  Allison points to my body with an open palm, as though she’s a spokeswoman in an infomercial or a game show. I blush, but I admit, it feels nice to think of myself as being so deeply wanted.

  “I’m going to be wearing this thing for all of five minutes before he tears it off me, you know that?” There’s no being coy anymore: when I arrive at Colin’s in a few hours, it’s for one thing. “I could show up in a burlap sack, and he’d still want to ravish me.”

  “That would be pretty memorable, I’ll grant you,” laughs Allison. “Just get the damned dress, okay? You’ll thank me later.”

  “Fine, but I’m wearing a trench coat over this thing when I’m outside.”

  —

  Allison and I hang out until Packer calls to tell me it’s time. I’m so nervous, I haven’t been able to eat more than a few pieces of toast at breakfast. Still, when I get in the limo, a sense of calm washes over me. Like I’ve been riding out a terrible storm at sea, but now the skies are clearing, and I can see land in the distance.

  I feel as sure about Colin as I did about opening the Lexington Center. I know this is right, and that my patience is finally going to be rewarded.

  When Packer parks the car, he gives me a subtle nod and says, as innocently as he can, “See you tomorrow.”

  I don’t take off my tan trench coat until I’m in the elevator heading up. My heartbeat feels as though it’s getting faster for every floor I climb.

  When the car stops and the doors open, Colin is there. Forgetting that I’m the one who’s supposed to stun him, I gasp upon seeing the perfect god of a man waiting for me. Wearing a bespoke, black-on-black tux, he looks absolutely dreamy: smoldering with desire, but sharp and just as ready to laugh and dance at a party, if that’s what we wanted to do. It isn’t, of course, and when I catch a whiff of his musky cologne and body wash, I know he has one thing on his mind.

  Just like me.

  His lips draw up in a sly smile when he sees my reaction. “Ms. Lexington, you know it’s not polite to stare.”

  I scoff, bristling as his eyes leave mine and work their way down and back up again. “Hypocrite.”

  He laughs, then lurches forward, grabbing me and lifting me in his arms. I scream but only for a second before it turns to giggles. He’s so strong — he carries me as if I’m lighter than a pillow. My heels dangle from my toes as he walks us into his living room and sets me down on an impossibly soft, silver couch. Resting on a glass coffee table is a full champagne bucket and two crystal flutes.

  “Care for a glass?” he asks, pulling out the bottle.

  “Please,” I reply, taking in his penthouse. The decor is as stylish as his wardrobe, though with a dash of modern playboy thrown in. Though the carpet and furniture are chic as can be, his abundant collection of entertainment memorabilia offers a stark contrast. I see electric guitars scribbled with signatures, suits that could have been worn in a James Bond movie, and an entire wall devoted to gold records. Serving as bookends on his own collection, I see framed photos of Colin with a number of celebrities — some are posed, others are candid, but they’re all smiling like close friends.

  I nearly jump as the pop of the champagne cork startles me. Before the foam can spray too far, Colin pours it out into the flutes. When finished, we raise them and touch them together.

  “To us,” I say.

  “To us,” he repeats, smiling. We drink, and the vapors from the wine tickle my nose. The champagne is delicious; one of the best I’ve ever tasted, but I like it better when I taste it again on Colin’s lips.

  We kiss softly at first. He’s in no hurry, and I’m happy to let him set the pace. We have all night. In his touch, I can feel his desire, and
also his eagerness. He keeps pawing at my dress as though he’s going to slip off the straps, but then stops himself.

  “Are you… trying to go… slow?” I ask between kisses.

  “It’s not easy,” he replies, stopping to lean back. “You look incredible, and I’ve wanted this so badly. I’m not going slow just for you. I want to savor this, too.”

  Maybe he’s never claimed a virgin before? I almost laugh imagining that he’s the nervous one. Already, I can feel the heat between my legs, the ache and anticipation, as if it knows, This is it. It’s going to happen. The sensation has been with me all day, really, but now it surges like a wave that still hasn’t reached its crest.

  “Colin, I’m ready.”

  He smiles and gets up, taking my hand. “Okay, follow me.”

  Once we turn the corner from the living room where we sat, I notice a trail of red flower petals lining the floor. The floral aroma invites me further, down to a room that is both dark and slightly aglow.

  When my eyes adjust, I see it is his bedroom, and most of the light comes from dozens of candles set up around the space. The rest comes through a massive window, through which the city shines brightly. I can see half of Manhattan from here, and on this night, it looks more beautiful than ever.

  From the corner, a record player plays slow, sensual jazz, all saxophone and horns. On the dresser, Colin has left chilling in ice a second champagne bottle, but also an assortment of chocolates and strawberries.

  I pull Colin in for a kiss. I say, “This is definitely better than an airplane bathroom.”

  He laughs and begins loosening his bow-tie. After taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his rock-hard six-pack, he sits down on the bed and looks longingly at me.

  “Susie, if you know in your heart that this it, and you’re really, truly ready… then take off that dress.”

  My hands move on instinct, untying the halter’s straps. I’m not wearing a bra, so when the dress falls to my feet, cool air meets my breasts. I look down and see my nipples are hard and pointed, and then a fear grips me and refuses to let go.

  What if I’m unable to climax? I’d heard of it happening.

  What if it hurts too much, and I can’t continue? They tell me it’s not so bad, but Colin’s cock is so big — how could it not hurt?

  Most of all, I worried, What if I can’t satisfy someone as experienced as Colin-

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he says, interrupting my train of thought. “Put your hands on your hips.”

  I do as he says, feeling the fabric of my light, lacy panties. I slip my fingers under the band and start to lower them, but Colin puts up a hand. “Stop. No need to rush. Turn around, let me see the rest.”

  Stepping out of the fallen dress, I spin in a circle slowly, feeling Colin examine me closely. When I finish the rotation and I’m facing him again, he’s tossed his black shirt aside.

  “Absolutely stunning,” he says, getting up. With his hands on my shoulders, he turns me around once more, then drapes his arms around me. I feel the heat of his body against mine, and the steely tip of his cock. He reaches down until he’s clutching at a breast with one hand and my wet opening with the other.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, Susie?”

  Trembling, I shake my head. I can barely think straight; I’m so turned on, I can hardly stand it, and his breath against the back of my neck feels like sparks electrifying me.

  “You have the loveliest smile of anyone I’ve ever known, Susie. I can picture it when I close my eyes. It’s sweet and true. You’re always beautiful, but all I want to do is make you smile. And do you know what else?”

  He caresses my entrance through my damp panties, making me gasp.

  “You’re honest and kind. To me, that’s sexy. In my work, I meet liars, and egotists and narcissists — they drain you, sometimes without even knowing it. But not you, Susie. I think of you, and I feel younger. You give me a hunger for not just more, but better.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper, though he’s not done.

  Slowly and gently he lowers my panties until they fall to the floor.

  “And Susie, it would take a poet laureate to truly express your beauty in words. Your figure is flawless — elegant and alluring. When you move, your grace seems effortless. And I love your sense of style: it’s always flattering and sophisticated, but never gaudy.”

  “I thought you liked gaudy,” I mumble as he unzips his pants and kicks off his dress shoes.

  “Oh, it’s like sugar — you can only have so much at one time. But you, you’re like the finest wine. I feel like I could never get enough, but also want to treasure every drop.”

  He turns me around to face him. He’s nude now too, and I can’t help sneaking a glance down to his cock before he lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Susie Lexington. Incomparable.”

  He pulls me into a kiss that possesses the force of all his words. I should be bawling my eyes out after such a declaration, but all I can think of is how much I want that cock to do the rest of the talking. Pressed against me now, I can feel it throb.

  The kiss ends when Colin pulls away and drags me onto the bed. I giggle as I land on the impossibly soft mattress and silky sheets. Colin climbs on top of me and begins nibbling on my breasts. His tongue works quick circles around my nipple while he softly rubs my clit.

  “Oh, God, don’t stop.”

  “Not a chance.”

  Every stroke with his tongue makes me writhe. He sucks on each nipple hard, ending in a kiss, then works his way up my neck. Finally reaching my lips, he lets his fingers slide into my sopping entrance.

  “So wet,” he teases. “You must want my cock pretty bad.”

  “Yes,” I moan, nodding. “I want it, please.”

  He takes my hand and guides it toward his erect shaft. “Touch it, Susie. Feel how long and hard it is for you.”

  I do, gripping it softly in my palm.

  “Stroke it.”

  Moving my hand back and forth, I feel how long and thick it is.

  “Imagine it inside you.”

  “Oh, God,” I whisper as my mind goes wild. The thought of that member driving in, spreading me apart… I don’t even think about the pain it could cause, just the extreme pleasure. “Please, Colin.”

  “Please, what, baby?”

  “I want it, please.”

  He slips another finger inside. Moaning and squirming on the bed, I feel a slight twinge, but it barely registers. He’s working his fingers slowly but steadily — it’s not enough to make me orgasm, but I know he’s just stringing me along. At any second, he could drive them hard and fast, sending me over the edge. No, Colin’s playing me like a pro; he knows exactly what he’s doing.

  “That’s good,” he says, taking my hand off his cock. He gets out of bed and opens a drawer in the mahogany nightstand. He pulls out a line of condoms and tears one off. Tossing it to me, he says, “Put it on me.”

  I open the wrapper carefully, not wanting to break the condom, then slowly slip it onto Colin’s rigid cock.

  “Perfect. Now get it wet.”

  I open my mouth and lean in so I can lick the tip for a while, then the shaft. Colin groans softly as I see to every inch of his cock, using my tongue at first and then taking him in my mouth entirely. I could have kept sucking, as every second fed the intensity of my arousal, but after only a little while Colin stops me.

  “Lie down,” he orders.

  I lie back on the bed, then scoot across the black, silky sheets until my head reaches the bank of pillows. Colin climbs on top and kisses me. I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight, as if the moment might escape me if I let go.

  This is it.

  “Ready?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Yes.”

  I clutch the sheets in my palms and squeeze, mentally preparing for the pain. When I feel his cock start to penetrate, I moan softly. Colin works it in just a little bit, and I barely feel a
ny pain at all. Instead, I sigh in relief; each time Colin goes in a little further, letting me adjust to the presence of his rod. It feels good. It’s perfect.

  “Oh, Colin,” I murmur, shaking my head as he begins to slowly thrust.

  “You good?”

  “Oh, God. So good,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

  Colin smiles, then shifts position so he can hold himself up with one hand. Using the other, he rubs my clit as he thrusts. Curling my toes, I shut my eyes and drift away, pulled as if by a current into a sea of bliss. All I hear is our deep breathing and my moans of pleasure. I can’t even control it; the sound just pours out of me.

  “God, you’re so tight, Susie.”

  I want to laugh; knowing that he’s enjoying this as much as I am puts several fears to bed. I can’t bring myself to laugh, though — I’m too caught up in the ecstasy. I do manage to say, “You’re… so… big.”

  He chuckles and increases his pace, thrusting hard enough now that I hear the light slapping sound. Still I know I am only feeling a fraction of the power in his body. He’s so strong, I feel like he could keep doing this for hours and hours.

  But I can’t, not yet, anyway. The orgasm swelling within me is on the verge of erupting. “Oh, God, I’m going to come!” I howl.

  In response, Colin pumps even faster. Jaw hanging open, he groans euphorically as I wail. Together, we explode in ecstasy, bodies shaking in rhythm. I can smell our combined musk as it fights the aromatic candles. I see their glow in the lines of sweat dripping down Colin’s chiseled chest. And I feel Colin’s love as he holds me close, his lips on mine as we share the joy we’ve created together.

  —

  I don’t know how long we lie there together basking in the afterglow. With his arms around me and my body feeling like it’s floating, I see no reason to move or speak. When I open my eyes, I see Colin looking back at me. They say men fall asleep after sex, but Colin has been awake and grinning the whole time. I’m the one who lets myself drift off into what could be sleep, or maybe just a state of blissful paralysis.

  Finally, he says, “How do you feel, Ms. Lexington?”