The Billionaire From New York City: A Steamy BWWM Billionaire Romance (UNITED STATES OF BILLIONAIRES Book 4)

by Simply BWWM

  “I let you finish lunch, at least,” he pointed out. “Where did you end up going?”

  “Ethiopian place on Sixth, with Jennifer,” Brianna replied. Ethan rose to his feet as Brianna stepped closer to him and met her a few feet away from the couch, his hands immediately going to her waist. She’d remembered to pop a few mints in her mouth as she was leaving the restaurant, to kill any aftertaste of berbere or other spices that might be lingering on her tongue; when Ethan kissed her she still had a moment’s worry that he might be put off by it, but his tongue probed her mouth eagerly, as if he hadn’t had a meal of his own yet—as if he were hungry for her.

  Brianna gave into the kiss right away, and in a matter of a few heartbeats they were both touching each other, teasingly caressing each other as things began to heat up between them. Brianna felt something inside of her relax as she fell into the pattern she’d developed in her sessions with Ethan over the past almost-month: the way they would start up, the heat building between them as they both became more and more turned on by the moment.

  Ethan’s hands moved over her body in expert touches—he’d gotten to know every line, every curve of her, until he knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it, and Brianna had gained almost as good a mastery of her boss’ body in the short time they’d been together.

  Ethan worked quickly, stripping off her blazer, eager to get the sober, slightly conservative outerwear off of her and get at the lingerie underneath. Sometimes, he didn’t even bother to take off whatever she was wearing—he was in such haste to get at her, he would simply move whatever was in the way aside and leave the rest of it.

  Brianna stripped off Ethan’s jacket, and then his shirt, tossing them aside without even looking, and in a matter of only a few moments, she stood in nothing more than the merry widow she’d chosen to wear that day, her stockings, the g-string that had come with the merry widow, and her heels; Ethan stepped back and sat down on the couch to admire her, smiling as his eyes trailed over her body. Brianna had gotten as far as unbuckling his belt and opening his fly, and the ridge of his erection—straining at the fabric of his jockey shorts—showed through the opening, hard and heavy and promising.

  “Kick off your shoes, but leave the stockings on,” Ethan suggested, and Brianna nodded as she obeyed. She sauntered the few steps towards him, giving him a sexy little smile, taking in the sight of his pale skin and the blue veins barely showing under it in different spots on his body with fascination. She stopped right in front of him and raised an eyebrow before sinking to her knees on the rug at his feet. If the sight of his pale body fascinated her, there was one thing that intrigued her even more, and she wanted to get a good look at it again before they moved onto anything else.

  Brianna rubbed Ethan’s erection through the fabric of his shorts, giving him a playful little smirk. There was a slightly damp spot along the front of the jockeys, telling her he was already fairly turned on—but Ethan always made sure that Brianna got off as well, at some point during their trysts, so even if he finished quickly Brianna knew she wouldn’t be going back to the office frustrated.

  Ethan moaned, encouraging her, and Brianna pulled the fly on his pants more open, reaching past that fabric to slip her hand under the waistband of his shorts. She stroked his hot, hard cock, rubbing the head, and Ethan groaned out louder, letting one hand fall to her shoulder, giving her a squeeze there to encourage her.

  Brianna tugged his shorts down, and freed Ethan’s erection, watching it spring fully erect as if it was a military grunt reporting for duty to a four-star general. No matter how many times she saw Ethan’s cock, it always fascinated her: thick and long, pinkish in color, flushed almost purple from the blood flowing into it, the tip gleamed with precum that Brianna was only too eager to taste.

  She leaned in and pressed her lips to the head of Ethan’s cock, barely opening them and swirling her tongue around the slightly spongy flesh. Ethan’s hand tightened on her shoulder, encouraging her, and Brianna took him into her mouth bit by bit, sucking lightly as her tongue slithered around him in wet, lazy circles.

  She worked her way down, retreating an inch to go two, until she barely—barely—had all of him in her mouth, swallowing to push down the gag reflex. After nearly a month of fooling around, Brianna had learned how to take him—and Ethan was incredibly patient, compared to some of her handful of previous partners.

  She took her time, worshipping every inch of his hot, hard cock with her lips and tongue, reaching down to cup his balls in her hand as lightly as she could. Ethan was sensitive there—extremely so—but he loved it when she touched him, and Brianna moaned at the little gush of precum that coated her tongue at the same time that Ethan murmured an almost-wordless praise.

  Brianna paid close attention to Ethan’s body, to his reactions as she worked him with her mouth; she felt the way the tension mounted in his hips, the way his body tightened when she jiggled his testicles just slightly, as she pulled back to suck hard at the tip of his cock while her tongue tickled the sensitive underside. Sharp, salty-bitter fluid coated her tongue over and over again and Brianna swallowed it down eagerly, slurping and licking to keep Ethan’s dick as wet as possible.

  Just when she was certain that he was on the edge, Ethan stopped her—giving her a gentle push off and away from him. “Motherfucker,” he muttered.

  “What?” Brianna looked up at his face, startled at the exclamation.

  “Phone,” he said shortly. He gritted his teeth and reached into the pocket of his crumpled pants, around his ankles, and retrieved his phone, looking at the screen. “Son of a bitch. I have to take this.” He gave Brianna a look of bitter disappointment that she knew had nothing to do with her, and then the expression dissolved in an instant, becoming a playful, almost wolfish grin. “But that doesn’t mean we have to stop playing.”

  “What? You have got to be kidding me,” Brianna said, shaking her head as she realized what he meant.

  “If you’re quiet, there’s no reason for them to suspect a thing,” Ethan pointed out.

  “I am not going to suck you off while you take a conference call,” Brianna told him matter-of-factly.

  “Not what I was thinking, actually,” Ethan said. “Get up here.” Brianna looked at him doubtfully, but rose from her knees, climbing onto the couch. Ethan guided her onto his lap, legs spread wide around him. He tapped ‘accept’ on his phone. “Sorry about the delay—I was having lunch, since our meeting ended so abruptly,” Ethan told whoever was on the other end of the line.

  He waited a few moments, and then slipped his free hand between Brianna’s legs. She almost protested—but he was already on the phone, and she was terrified whoever he was talking to would hear her. Ethan stroked her already-wet pussy through the thin material of her g-string, and then began rubbing her more firmly, slipping his fingers around the elastic material along the side. He found her clit by touch and began working her, stroking just enough to make Brianna’s breath catch in her throat, to make her have to stifle a moan, and then backing off to lightly caress her inner labia just below.

  She couldn’t pay any attention at all to the call he was on, and anyway the few scattered comments that Ethan made—with complete composure, as if he weren’t fingering someone at the same time, as if he weren’t hard as a rock, pressed against her—made no sense without the rest of the conversation for context.

  Brianna focused on keeping silent as Ethan continued to tease her, sliding two fingers inside of her soaking wet pussy and working her inner walls until he found her g-spot, as his thumb rubbed steadily against her clit. She bit her bottom lip as she struggled to keep from making a noise, aware of the fact that whoever was on the other side of the phone line with Ethan would hear it.

  Brianna fidgeted and writhed, pressing her hands against her mouth to muffle even the hot, fast breaths that came with Ethan’s insistent, expert touches. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on staying silent, listening to Ethan’s voice without attempting to
make sense of his words as he worked her inside and out, seemingly intent on getting her to make some noise—any noise. Brianna clenched her teeth, feeling herself getting wetter and hotter, more and more turned on by the moment in spite of—or maybe because—the fear of being discovered, of being heard by someone who didn’t even know her.

  “...This all sounds much better than what we were talking about, so I think we can wrap this up. I’d like to finish my lunch,” Brianna heard Ethan say, just when the tension of not making a sound was becoming unbearable. A muffled whimper left her lips, and she could only hope that her hand pressed to her mouth had stifled the noise enough for it to not reach the phone, that no one in the conference call except for Ethan had heard it. She opened her eyes and watched as Ethan took the phone away from his ear, and tapped ‘end,’ meeting her gaze steadily.

  “I might—might just quit over this,” Brianna said breathlessly, letting out a moan as Ethan’s fingertips rubbed steadily against her g-spot and clit at the same time. Jolts of sensation crackled through her body, and she swayed in his lap, her hips twisting as she struggled against the orgasm she could feel building up.

  “Even if I make you come?” Ethan kissed her lightly on the lips and then dropped down to her throat, nibbling at her erratic pulse as he draped one arm around the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. “You can’t tell me that wasn’t thrilling—I can feel how turned on you are right now.”

  “It still—it still...” Brianna licked her lips, trying to get her mind to work enough to be able to complete the sentence; but it was impossible to remember what the problem was with what Ethan had done, teasing her that way.

  “We’ll talk about it after,” Ethan said, kissing her again. He carefully withdrew his fingers from her pussy and twisted her around, laying her on her back on the couch next to him. The next moment he covered her body with his own, and Brianna remembered that Ethan had been hard throughout the whole conference call, rocking his hips lightly to rub his erection against her leg.

  He tugged her g-string down and then in a moment, Brianna felt the heat of his cock rubbing against her inner labia. She moaned as he teased her for a moment longer, rocking his hips, not quite penetrating her and just barely missing her clit. Then—finally—he slid inside of her all at once, thrusting deep in spite of the reflexive spasm of her body tightening.

  Ethan pulled out halfway and thrust deep inside of her again, shifting on top of her so that he could reach down and hold her stocking-clad thighs, even as he rested his weight on his knees. He pulled her legs up to his shoulders and rocked his hips in a steady pace, not quite pounding into her but pushing deep inside with every movement.

  Brianna moaned out, reaching uselessly towards Ethan and then letting her arms fall back over her head as she pushed her own hips down to meet his eager thrusts. He felt so good inside of her—just like he always did—and for the moment, Brianna could no longer remember what it was she had objected to. Her legs propped up on Ethan’s shoulders meant that every thrust of his hips drove the tip of his cock against her g-spot, making it impossible for her to hold back her climax.

  Brianna came, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, obliterating all thoughts except for how good she felt. Words left her lips mindlessly: encouragement, praise, pleas. Ethan thrust faster and faster into her as Brianna’s climax intensified, to the point where she almost ceased to enjoy it—and then he slowed down just enough to keep her right at the high point of her orgasm for what felt like forever.

  Just as she was starting to wind down, the waves of pleasure beginning to ebb, Brianna felt Ethan speed up again, and heard him groan in pleasure. She opened her eyes and for a few moments—caught up in her own orgasmic sensations—she was transfixed by the sight of her dark, silk-clad legs draped across Ethan’s pale shoulders, her toes pointed behind his head. Then, as Ethan reached his own climax, the pleasure that had started to ebb from Brianna’s body reached its peak again; not as strongly as the first time, but strongly enough that she closed her eyes and threw her head back, giving herself up to it.

  By the time Brianna came back to herself, Ethan had collapsed against her, and one of her legs had slid down to the back of the couch while the other had fallen to Ethan’s side, barely hooked around his waist. Hot and cold jolts of sensation crackled through her body in aftershocks, and she couldn’t even remember what it was that Ethan had done that she’d objected to—all she knew was that she felt fantastic. She told herself to remember it later, and closed her eyes again, basking in the warm-honey afterglow of her pleasure.

  Chapter9

  Ethan shifted slightly in his seat, looking around the conference room at the various members of the Board of Directors. The meeting had gone on for an hour already, and he didn’t think that it was going to end anytime soon; one of the board members seemed to be determined to question every last detail of every last item on the agenda. He’d hoped to be able to get through it relatively quickly, and get back to the office where Brianna was hard at work with her official tasks, waiting for him.

  It had been a stroke of luck—he’d thought—that Cassidy had taken a half-day, and Jennifer was supposed to spend most of the afternoon meeting with another company that he wanted to discuss terms with, leaving himself and Brianna alone for hours at a stretch. But instead, he’d been caught in the interminable meeting, with no end in sight.

  “There’s an issue that I wanted to bring up,” one of the board members said, cutting through Ethan’s thoughts.

  “The meeting has gone on long enough already, hasn’t it Breckenridge?” Ethan suppressed a snicker at that. He apparently wasn’t the only one who had had enough of the time suck that was the interminable meeting.

  “I want to make sure that this is addressed quickly,” Breckenridge said. “We’ve heard rumors of some department heads and upper management taking advantage of their positions to form clandestine relationships with people working under them.” That made Ethan’s heart beat a bit faster in his chest. You just bought this company. You own it—even if you require board approval for things, you’re not in the crosshairs.

  “How do we want to address this?” Ethan asked, steepling his fingers in front of his face. He looked around the conference room again, trying to divine—as casually as possible—what the emotions in the room were.

  “Well normally workplace issues like this that would affect morale are handled by HR inquiry,” one of the other board members—Ethan remembered his name was Callahan—explained. “Depending on the severity of the situation, of course.”

  “Does anyone see any reason not to proceed in the same way with these new allegations?” Ethan looked around the room a little pointedly, gesturing for whoever might have an idea to speak up.

  “I think we need to proceed with a general investigation, without making it public,” one of the two women on the board—Bridget something, Ethan thought—said. “No memos about it, just have HR poke around and do some interviews in those areas of the company we know have some issues, and see how widespread the problem might be.”

  “I think that makes sense,” Ethan said. “Anyone object?”

  “Shouldn’t we at least make some mention of it in an official memo? Allowing people to come forward if they feel comfortable enough to do so,” Callahan suggested.

  “That’s not going to work, and it will tip off some of the people we’re hoping to catch,” Bridget—Ethan thought her last name was Johnson—said. “Besides which at this point it would be an unofficial investigation. If we find enough to merit something official, then we should absolutely issue a statement to the company as a whole—but we’re looking into a potential issue with company culture.” Ethan nodded his agreement with her.

  He felt fairly confident that no HR investigation would turn up his arrangement with Brianna; of course, it would be slightly hypocritical of him to fire people for something that he himself was—technically—doing, but as long as it never came out
that he had hired Brianna as much to be his office-hours sexual relief as for her design and project management skills, there was no problem.

  “Let’s see if we can agree on this,” Ethan said after a few more minutes’ chatter around the boardroom. “We’ll have HR conduct a preliminary review to see if we can catch some of the people who may be abusing their positions, without raising any alarms. When we find some smoke, we’ll open up the investigation more.” There was a murmur of assent around the room, and Ethan nodded slowly.

  “I think that sounds like the best course of action,” Johnson said. “Anyone opposed?” After the fifteen minutes of conversation, no one seemed to be opposed to the idea anymore, and the resolution passed. Ethan agreed to contact the HR director to let her know what they wanted, and scribbled a quick note to himself.

  “Is there anything else that someone wants to bring up, while we’re at the end of the agenda for today’s meeting?” Ethan hoped against hope that no one would come up with anything to say; he waited and looked around the room for a moment, watching to see if any of the board would speak up. “If there’s nothing else then, I think we all have things on our desks that need doing.” He paused for a moment longer and then rose to his feet.

  The rest of the board began to break up, chatting amongst themselves. Most of them didn’t have much to do—they were directors for the company, mostly there for accountability to the shareholders. Ethan had kept most of them on after buying the company out, not wanting to make too many waves in the process of taking over the organization; but most of them had understood pretty well where their bread was being buttered, and hadn’t tried to come out against any of his ideas in any substantive way.

  He made his way back to his office, checking the time on his phone as he went. There was enough time to have a quick session with Brianna—assuming she was in the mood—before he had to meet with some other people within the company to discuss the resources needed for the tech group controlling website development and automation for the different marketing and advertising efforts the company oversaw.