Royally Flushed: Tech Billionaires

by Ainsley St Claire

“We’re on our way. Brian will walk up when we arrive.”

  “You’re welcome to walk up. You just can’t stay.”

  I’m elated. Two victories tonight—dinner and I can walk to her door. I can win her over. I know I can.

  When we arrive, I ring the apartment, and she buzzes me into the building. I bound up the stairs. When she swings the door open, she looks stunning in an understated way—jeans, an Irish wool sweater, and her hair up. I want to nibble that luscious neck.

  “You look beautiful.”

  She smiles. “What would HR say if they heard that?” There’s a twinkle in her eye.

  “You’re worried about HR, now?”

  She blushes. “No. I don’t care about them because I’m not going to complain.”

  She locks the door, and we walk downstairs. It’s awkward. There’s so much I want to say.

  On the drive to dinner, I tell her about the development with the flaw in the solar film and our workaround.

  She puts her arms around me. “That’s incredible news! Take that, Jeff Wong.”

  It feels good to have her in my arms. I don’t want to let go when she breaks away. “I know. It’s great news, but we need to make sure the fix works, too.”

  “I believe in you.”

  I know she means that. She’s made her dedication clear every day she’s worked for me. With her, I feel like I can do anything. Why does she want to leave?

  Over dinner, we continue our conversation but move on from work to favorite things.

  “I love live music,” she tells me.

  “I do, too. Who’s your favorite band to see live?”

  “My favorite was probably Iggy Pop.”

  I put my chopsticks down. “How old are you?”

  “I know! He was an icon before I was born. But that man does a fantastic show—four sets, high-voltage action, and great music. My favorite song he performs is “Candy.” I only hope when I’m his age, I have half the energy he does. What about you?”

  “There have been so many great shows. U2 did a private party I was at, and it was incredible.”

  She shakes her head.

  “I know, it sounds a bit pretentious.”

  “A bit?”

  “I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, you know. My mom was an awesome single mother. She worked hard, and I learned a lot from her.”

  “You’re still close, from what I can tell.”

  I nod. “She drives me absolutely crazy. She’s my number-one fan and also my number-one critic. She likes you, though. And she doesn’t typically like my girlfriends.”

  “She likes me because I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your assistant, and I put you through to her.”

  “Why do you insist on not being my girlfriend?” I ask.

  “I don’t want to fight,” she says, just above a whisper.

  I stare into her beautiful, caramel-colored eyes. “I don’t want to fight either. Please tell me.”

  “Because I’m not staying.”

  I reach for her hand. “Come home with me tonight.”

  “That’s not a good idea.”

  “Why not? I miss you.” I know she wants to be strong, but she must feel the same pull I do. I know I can convince her.

  “I want to, but I think it’s better to tear the Band-Aid off now, rather than later.”

  I don’t know quite what she means by that—other than she doesn’t seem to trust me. But I’m not going to debate her. I’m doing all I can to keep her at work, but I also need to convince her to stay with me personally. It has to be her idea. I don’t want to force it on her.

  We finish our dinner, and I pay. I don’t want tonight to end. “Do you want to take a walk?” I ask.

  “If it’s okay with Brian,” she jokes.

  “He’ll be close by,” I assure her. “So, make sure you keep your hands to yourself.”

  She smiles and though she hesitates when I offer her my hand, eventually she takes it. We walk in the cold night air.

  “Where do you see yourself in five years?” I ask. I want to know everything about her—her favorite colors, the places she wants to travel, her passions outside of work...

  “I suppose I’ll be home in Houston, married, and possibly with my first child.”

  “Your first?”

  She nods. “I was an only child. I want at least two, if not three or four kids.”

  The idea of kids always makes my pulse race and my stomach flip-flop, but usually it’s because I’m worried that the girl I’m with doesn’t want to use a condom. But I don’t feel like Corrine would trap me with a child.

  I look at her in the moonlight. She’s so beautiful. I stop and draw her close. My first kiss is soft, but our pull is electric, and it becomes more aggressive.

  She makes a frustrated sound, but then she says, “Please take me home with you.”

  She doesn’t have to ask me twice. We walk back to the car with my cock at half-mast. Once we’re seated, I look over to find her brow creased.

  I caress her arm. “Are you sure? I can drop you back at Gabby’s. I want to be with you, but I don’t want you to feel any pressure.”

  “My brain and my body are at war with one another.” She smiles. “My body is winning.”

  “I’m pleased your body is winning. I think we should reward her. Do you need to pick anything up from Gabby’s?”

  “Unless you returned all the clothes from Nordstrom, I think I’ll be okay.”

  “Your clothes and everything you had at my place are exactly where you left them.” I pick up her hand and softly kiss the back. “You’ve made me very happy.”

  “I haven’t even gotten started yet.” She reaches over and caresses my cock through my pants.

  I kiss her, and we make out like teenagers in the backseat as the car whisks us across town.

  When we arrive at my apartment building, we leave Brian behind.

  We ride the elevator up to my apartment, my hands exploring while I taste, nibble, and suckle my way across her neck.

  Chapter 19

  Corrine

  Jackson makes me feel so beautiful with the way he worships my body. I feel like I’m the only woman in the world. In this moment, I struggle to remember it won’t be like this forever.

  I take in a sudden breath, hold it, and let it out. My head tilts back to be next to his. My arms come up so I can put my hands in his hair. His hands cover my breasts as he rubs the nipples into hard points. I arch my back and lean in.

  “Your breasts are so soft.” He pulls on my nipples and lavishes them with his tongue.

  He runs his palms down my stomach and between my legs where he parts the lips and begins to stroke my hard nub.

  My hands fall from his head, my back straightens, and my legs tremble. Jackson nuzzles my neck through my hair.

  I sink into his arms as my quivering legs sag.

  Jackson moves his hands back to my hips and turns me to face him.

  I see so much pleasure in his blue eyes. He wraps his arms around me and clasps my ass as he kisses me.

  As we taste each other’s mouths, I slide my hands between us and under the waistband of his boxers. My fingers wrap around the tip of his cock, trying to encircle his girth. He’s hard and ready for me.

  He gasps in my mouth. I break the kiss and look up to find him gazing at me.

  I move my hands down his thick shaft and bite my lower lip. Reaching the base, I whisper, “I want you inside me.”

  I release him and remove his boxers. I kneel as I slide them to the floor. His hands slide off my butt and up my back.

  I catch his arm, his hand still on the light switch, and my breasts brush across him. He takes the cue and turns the light back on. He reaches into the side table next to his bed and places three condoms on top.

  “You’re learning.” I smile.

  “You’re the only one who excites me enough.”

  He settles next to me, and I relish his warmth in contrast to the cold air
. He watches me watch him and runs his hand down my sides, my hips, and almost to my knees.

  I respond with fluid motions of arching, shifting, and raising my legs to allow him to explore farther. He traces with his hands and soft kisses—moving from my feet, up and across my stomach, and across my breasts. He avoids my center, teasing me.

  I quiver at his touch and sink into his kisses. He drops down to kiss my breast and lap his tongue around it.

  My back arches to push it deeper into his mouth. Every new touch is answered by wiggles, quivers, twitches, or sighs of pleasure.

  He gives the other breast equal attention, stopping to trace lines through the freckles in between.

  I want to taste him and give him the pleasure he gives me. But each time I try to move to my knees, I lose focus as the pleasures he gives takes away my control.

  He takes his time, kissing my neck, using his tongue to trace around my earlobe, across some freckles, and even kissing my eyes when they languidly close.

  Jackson props himself up on one arm and locks eyes with me. Then he slides his hand down my stomach.

  My body arches, moving to follow him downward. I relax into the bed and into what he’s doing, spreading my legs to welcome him.

  He slips in and draws a finger across my wetness, dragging my slickness up across my clit. My mouth falls open. “Oh, that feels so good,” I moan.

  His fingers dance around erratically, and I feel the pressure building. When he puts his mouth over my nipple and sucks hard, my whole body jolts sharply and shudders—more than once. I moan my appreciation.

  I finally open my eyes. I look around, not able to focus until I find Jackson’s face.

  “Did you enjoy that?” He nuzzles my neck as his fingers continue to strum my clit, building me to yet another orgasm.

  Words elude me, and I can only nod as I concentrate on the pleasure he’s providing.

  His smile grows more prominent. I know this night’s goal: he wants to see how many times he can make me come.

  He coaxes me to roll onto my stomach. His fingers move from the top of my neck down my spine to my tailbone. My forehead presses into the pillow, my fingers curl to grip the duvet, and my hips roll upward as his finger runs down.

  He rubs at my back door. “I’m going to take this one day.”

  It feels glorious as he rubs his fingers back and forth. Right now, he could do anything, as long as he continues to touch me.

  My legs spread slightly, my shoulders tense, and my hips roll. Jackson runs his hands up the inside of my legs, just teasing me again.

  “Please,” I beg.

  “Ask me again.” My nipples pebble at his warm breath as he whispers in my ear.

  “Please, fuck me.” My fingers clench and unclench. My hips roll high and my thighs spread, clearly presenting my glistening pussy.

  His hands stroke over my ass and slide smoothly up my back.

  I melt onto the bed, my hips shifting side to side.

  He keeps his hands traveling around my body for at least another five minutes. Sometimes he kneads my muscles, other times he runs his palms over my body. I’m on high alert, and my pussy clenches. I need him inside me to fill me up.

  He coaxes me to return to my back, and it takes me a moment for me to recognize his request. I’m caught up in all the sensations.

  His lips touch mine, and he runs his tongue along my bottom lip. Our kiss is deep. Rising up, he lets his hands slide from my face, down my neck, over my breasts and stomach, and then brush by my core before traveling to my feet.

  Jackson starts to kiss the soles of my feet while massaging my toes. My knees twitch and bend, pulling him slightly forward, and my legs spread. His hands slide up to my inner thighs, and he opens my glistening pussy. He begins to massage, coating his fingers with my wetness.

  My stomach muscles roll, my breathing halts and restarts, and my fingers clench the duvet and release. Jackson’s fingers drag through my moisture, and he massages my clit gently between his thumbs. He watches my face, waiting for a jolt.

  I purse my lips tightly, and my eyes go wide as my body freezes for a moment. My legs start quivering. Several sharp jolts shoot through me as my mouth falls open, and I scream Jackson’s name. Finally, my body sinks back to the bed, and I breathe rapidly.

  He kisses my heaving breasts and trails his kisses down my stomach, its muscles still tight and rolling at his touch. He runs his tongue around my slit and slides it into my center.

  I grasp his cock firmly. Looking into his ice blue eyes, I rasp, “Please…”

  He kneels between my legs. I put both hands around his shaft and roll my hips up so I can coat his crown with my wetness. I reach for a condom from the bedside table, and he watches as I rip open the package. Despite my shaking hands, I roll it onto him, position him at my opening, and pull him down into me.

  He fills me completely. I roll my hips, pushing him in another inch. My eyes close briefly, and I feel him hit my cervix.

  He pulls out completely, and my body immediately misses him.

  “Tell me if it becomes too much.”

  I nod, and he watches my face as he sinks into me. His hands grip my sides as he pushes with long, slow strokes. I try to keep my eyes on his, but my gaze keeps wandering off as the sensations he’s creating flow through me.

  He’s only a dozen or so strokes in, with the head of his cock pushing hard against my g-spot, when my orgasm begins to build.

  He slows his strokes further. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I try to hold it back, but I can’t, and for a third time, my bliss hits like a tsunami. This time I clamp around his shaft so firmly that he almost can’t move.

  He stills as the walls inside me hold and release him until all my shaking and twitches slowly subside.

  I’m entirely wrecked, with three orgasms to his none. I want him to find his pleasure. “Come inside me.”

  He smiles wickedly. He begins to pivot in and out of me, cautiously at first. I grasp his arms at my sides to brace myself. His breath becomes short huffs, and he drives me deep into the bed. My back arches off of the mattress as the sensations surge through me each time he plunges into my depths.

  He ramps up the speed, slamming against me again and again.

  His breathing ceases, and his eyes freeze open, wild and unfocused; he loudly grunts my name as he collapses on top of me. I can feel his cock pulsing inside my body.

  After a moment, his soft shaft oozes out of me.

  “Wow!” He sighs, holding me tight. “You do things for me I’ve never experienced.”

  “Is that a good thing?” I ask.

  He chuckles as his fingers circle my arm. “Definitely.”

  We lie in each other’s arms and drift to sleep.

  ***

  Morning comes quickly. I wake, and Jackson is propped on his elbow, watching me. “I like you here.” He leans down and kisses me. “Please stay here until you leave. I won’t lie; I want the chance to change your mind. But if I can’t, I still want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

  “It just makes work hard.”

  “Tell me how, so I can fix it.”

  “You’ve dated a lot of different women in the time I’ve worked for you—none of them for very long—and you get tons of calls from so many different women. They all want this.” I motion between the two of us.

  “We’ll hire someone else to answer the phones.”

  He doesn’t understand. It’s not the calls, but the fact that they’re out there. Even if he were to tell the world he’s serious with someone, I don’t think it would prevent women from pursuing him. That’s how it was with Bobby, and evidently it was too much to resist. I don’t want to be a part of that competition again, because eventually I’ll lose. I lean my head on his shoulder and kiss his chest.

  He sighs. “It doesn’t have to be difficult. We keep things normal at the office, and at night we enjoy each other.”

  I don’t want this to end, but I can
’t manage another devastation like Bobby. I just don’t see how there’s a way. “I need to think about it.”

  He nods and gets out of bed.

  I watch his perfect ass walk away. On the other hand, he seems focused on me for now, and I do have an exit strategy… What am I thinking? Sex with him is probably the best I’ll ever have. Why not enjoy it a little longer?

  He turns and looks at me. “Like what you see?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He smiles and pulls on some workout shorts, likely heading to the gym in his apartment.

  I shower, and as I step out into the fog-filled bathroom and begin to towel away the water, Jackson walks in.

  He stares at my breasts and growls, “Do you need help with that?”

  I shake my head, because I know if I permit him, he’ll take me here in the bathroom.

  He leans down and circles my nipple with his tongue, and I shut my eyes. He parts the towel, causing it to fall at my feet.

  “You’re going to make me late for work, and I work for an ogre,” I protest. “He’ll probably fire me before I can quit.” He is so distracting.

  “I promise, if he knew why you were late, he wouldn’t mind. He’d probably want to bend you over his desk and take you from behind.”

  He makes it really hard to walk away, but despite my few remaining days, I can’t be the center of gossip. “I should go. You have a big day.”

  He sighs. “Okay. Dinner tonight?”

  “Sure. I can cook,” I offer.

  “That sounds perfect.” He gets in and out of the shower while I dress, and I still need to dry my hair and hide the whisker burn on my face beneath some makeup.

  He kisses me on the cheek. “I’m going in. I’ll have Brian come back for you.”

  It’s not quite seven o’clock, and I don’t usually get to the office until about seven-thirty anyway.

  “I’ll get coffee and see you shortly.”

  He kisses me and heads out the door. My mouth waters, but my brain reminds me he doesn’t do real relationships. That’s why he dates Barbies. I need to protect myself before I fall head-over-heels in love with him and decide to stay in San Francisco—where I have no apartment or anything to protect myself when the bottom falls out.