The Billionaire From New York City

by Simply BWWM

  Ethan tugged her panties down and away, and Brianna slipped her hand underneath the elastic waist of Ethan’s jockey shorts, and for a few moments they touched and teased each other. Ethan’s fingertips found her clitoris and began to stroke and rub, swirling around the little bead of nerves, while Brianna focused on the tip of Ethan’s cock, already slick with precum, rubbing her thumb against the most sensitive part of his erection even while she stroked the shaft.

  She could feel the tension mounting between her hips as she got more and more turned on, heat simmering in her veins and little jolts of pleasure crackling through her nerves as Ethan switched between stroking her clitoris and rubbing along her inner labia, teasing her with the prospect of penetration without giving it to her. His mouth ranged from her neck to her breasts to her lips, kissing and licking, sucking on Brianna’s most sensitive spots until she was trembling slightly with desire.

  She kissed and tasted and nibbled everywhere she could reach, from Ethan’s lips to his neck, down to his collarbone, as they writhed together, teasing each other to higher and higher levels of arousal until it was almost unbearable.

  Finally—finally—Brianna couldn’t take it anymore. She tugged Ethan’s boxer briefs down past his thighs, and down to his knees. “I think—I think this is enough build-up,” she said, meeting Ethan’s gaze in the warm, slightly gloomy light. Ethan chuckled.

  “Oh you’re ready for the main event?” He slid one finger inside of her and Brianna moaned, nodding in response to his question.

  “You can tell I’m ready,” she said, once she was able to speak.

  Ethan grinned and tugged at her panties, and Brianna lifted her hips to help him take them off of her. “Are you on the pill?” Brianna hesitated a moment, confused at the question—she was so turned on she almost couldn’t think—and then nodded. “When did you get tested last?”

  “About a month ago—I haven’t been with anyone since then.” She’d wanted to take advantage of her last job’s benefits and use up as much as she could of what she’d paid in, before starting the new job.

  “All right then,” Ethan said with a grin. He kissed her and Brianna felt him shift down between her legs, felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her folds, and then he thrust into her slowly, filling her up inch by inch. She moaned out as she felt him sinking into her, slowly pushing deeper inside of her until their hips were pressed together. He pulled out just as slowly, inch by inch, until he was almost completely out of her and then slammed deep, thrusting into her all at once.

  Brianna twisted her hips, pushing down to take Ethan deeper, and they fell into a rhythm together, locked in a tidal flow. Brianna kissed and touched Ethan everywhere she could reach, and Ethan slipped a hand between their bodies, finding the little bundle of nerves right above where he filled her up. He rubbed her steadily in time with his thrusts, and Brianna felt her muscles flex and tighten around him in spasms as she became more and more turned on by the moment. Every nerve in her body seemed to be alive with sensations, and she gave into them, losing herself in the moment.

  She tried to hold back, to just enjoy the feelings flowing through her body, but as Ethan sped up his thrusts, and his fingertips worked her pleasure center, Brianna couldn’t help but feel the tension between her hips growing every moment. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingernails in, and kissed him hungrily as they moved together faster and faster, both of them more and more desperate for the orgasm they could feel building up.

  All at once the tension reached a point that was almost unbearable—like a rubber band stretched to its breaking point—and then it unraveled, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her, washing through her body. Brianna cried out in pleasure, kissing Ethan again and again as her climax hit her and then somehow—improbably—continued to intensify. Hot and cold flashes of sensation crackled through her nerves as Ethan slowed down just enough to keep her climax at its peak.

  Then, when she was certain it would have to end, Ethan sped up again, and another jolt of pleasure shot through her, leaving Brianna helplessly wrapped up in the sensations. She wasn’t sure if it was a second orgasm or just a continuation of the first, but she could feel Ethan’s body tensing, feel his cock twitching inside of her, and knew that he wasn’t far behind.

  A few heartbeats later, she heard him groan against her neck, against her shoulder, and he thrust into her hard and fast a few more times before his whole body went tense. He thrust into her a few more times, and she felt the slick stickiness of his climax mingling with her own fluids as they both began to slow.

  Ethan sagged against her, and Brianna clung to him as the aftershocks flowed through her, tingling in her veins and dancing along her bones. Her heart pounded in her chest, only starting to slow after several moments as her breaths came short and shallow. Warm, honey-thick pleasure hung over her, seeping through her body, making it impossible for her to think of anything but how good she felt. Ethan lifted himself up slightly, holding himself up on his elbows to look down into her eyes. “Now I think that was worth a little morning hassle, don’t you?” Brianna laughed.

  “Okay, that’s fair,” she admitted. She shifted underneath him and felt Ethan’s cock starting to stir again—already. She gave him a startled look.

  “I can give you maybe another five minutes,” he murmured, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Then—if you’re ready—I am definitely going to want to make the most of having you in my bed before it gets too late.” Brianna laughed again, shaking her head in disbelief. In spite of how spent she’d felt moments before, she realized that she was more than willing to go for round two with the strange, deliciously pale man who’d given her the best ending to a stressful first day she could think of.

  “I’m starting to think you didn’t give me decaf after all,” she teased him. Ethan grinned.

  “Maybe half-caf,” he admitted. “But I fully intend to wear you out so that it won’t even matter.” He slipped off of her and down onto the bed next to her, and Brianna curled up to him, wishing that she wouldn’t have to put the whole night out of her mind the next morning. It would have been nice, she thought, to have someone she could rely on for uncomplicated, gratifying sex maybe once or twice a week.

  Chapter3

  Ethan slipped out of his bed as carefully as possible, not wanting to wake Brianna up. The night had gone exactly the way he’d hoped it would, and in the morning she would find out that he wasn’t just someone else in the company she worked for; in the morning there would be a very important, but hopefully very short, meeting.

  He padded into the living room and opened up his laptop, pulling up the documentation he wanted. He’d had it ready—not filled out, but prepared—for a few days, a back-of-the-mind sort of idea. He hadn’t known when he would need to bring it into use, but he had wanted to be ready just in case he found the right candidate for what he had in mind. He had built up an empire with the foresight to always be prepared for serendipity, and now—he was fairly certain—he would have another victory to add to his tally on that score, though it would be a deeply personal victory.

  Ethan filled out the few spots in the paperwork that he had left empty for the time when he found the right woman, and sent the command to his printer to print them out. It shouldn’t take too much discussion to convince Brianna, and really—he thought—he was going to be offering her generous terms.

  He’d been keeping an eye out for the past week as he’d come and gone from the office, looking for the right person for his needs, and when he’d met Brianna earlier in the evening, he’d been intrigued by her immediately—and that intrigue was only deepened by the events of the evening.

  Ethan sat back on the couch, closing his eyes and remembering what it had been like to kiss her, how it had felt to be inside of her. She was hot—there was no question about that—and she was the best lay he’d had in months, if not years. He had no intention of letting talent like that go to waste if he didn’t have to.

  Et
han stood when he heard the printer finish up the job he’d sent to it, and closed his laptop. He gathered up the paperwork and slid it into a manila folder, and took out a fine-point Sharpie to write Brianna’s name on the tab. He set it aside on a table between the kitchen and the living room, and took his phone off of the charging cable. Everything would—with any luck—be set up just right by the time Brianna woke in the morning.

  Ethan opened up the UberEats app and scrolled through the different restaurants in the area willing to deliver to him; most of them were still open, even as late as it was. But he chose one that would be opening in a few hours, and pre-ordered a fairly generous breakfast for himself and Brianna: eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, a few odds and ends to go with those items. Coffee he would make himself.

  It would, Ethan thought, make his proposition go down better. He sent a delayed-time message to his “fixer,” someone he’d hired about a year before out of whimsy, but who’d proven himself time and again to be useful and hardworking. Jon: get some flowers for my table, the Times, and a woman’s size 8 dress.

  Jon would know that Ethan expected the items to be delivered no later than six-thirty; and Ethan knew that Jon would have a way to get his hands on a dress in Brianna’s size—he’d checked her tags between the rounds of sex—regardless of the fact that none of the shops opened before maybe nine at the earliest. Jon knew people.

  He set it to go to his fixer at five-thirty to give the man an hour to make everything happen, and mentally went over his plan. It was a mixture of a long-term scheme and spur-of-the-moment inspiration. He hadn’t even known anything about Brianna—not even that she existed—until that night. But he’d been looking for someone exactly like her.

  Ethan smirked slightly to himself, remembering the way she’d demanded an audition from him in order to decide whether or not she would stay the night. He’d known he wanted to take her home from the moment he’d proposed dinner to her—but that had been his audition for what he intended to propose to her in the morning. By the time she’d been in his living room, he’d already known that Brianna would suit his purposes perfectly; and then of course when he’d gotten her into his bed, it had been even more conclusive.

  Ethan checked the time. It was nearly four in the morning, and he’d let himself drift off to sleep with Brianna at around midnight. He should get back to bed, and put the silent alarm on his wrist, make sure it was set to go off at six. That would give him time to get showered, get ready, and gather up the things that Jon would deliver to his doorstep by the time Brianna would be getting up at seven.

  Of course, she’s going to be pleasantly surprised at the fact that she’ll have plenty of time to sleep in, in reality, Ethan thought with wry amusement. He would feed her breakfast, make the proposition, and then he had his own business to attend to the next day.

  Ethan combed his fingers through his hair and set up his alarm, wrapping the band around his wrist. It would wake him up without waking Brianna—and he wanted time before she woke up to finish his preparations. He set the alarm on his phone and plugged it back in.

  Ethan shut off the lights in the living room and went back into the bedroom where Brianna lay curled up under the blankets on his bed. He smiled to himself. With any luck, he would be seeing quite a bit more of her from then on out—and maybe he’d even be able to see her in his bed, if they could come to an understanding beyond his proposal to her.

  Talent like Brianna’s was wasted on being single. Ethan carefully climbed back into bed, between the sheets, and shut off the lights in the bedroom from the console on his bedside table. Brianna shifted and murmured softly in her sleep, but didn’t wake, and Ethan settled in to get two more hours of sleep, thinking of just how he would put Brianna’s abilities and talents to good use.

  As Ethan began to relax more and more thoroughly, drifting off, he spared a small moment to acknowledge the fact that Brianna would probably not be all that thrilled—at first—with what he had in mind. It was not, strictly speaking, all that ethical. It wouldn’t be without benefits to her, but Ethan was sure that wouldn’t occur to her right away. Ethan shifted under the blankets and let his mind drift, away from the subject of his proposal to Brianna and onto the memory of what their night together had been like.

  He began to fall asleep, thinking of the tight, wet heat of her body wrapping around him, the sound of her moans, and the way she’d moved like a coiled spring against and underneath him. There would be quite a lot to explore, and through Ethan’s mind flashed ideas of just what he wanted to explore next, even as his thoughts slowed down more and more, spacing themselves out between periods of blank non-thinking. Between one thought and the next, he was fast asleep.

  Chapter4

  Brianna could smell fresh coffee and the undeniable scents of breakfast as she woke up to her alarm, buzzing in her ear through the pillow she’d left her phone under. She opened her eyes and sat up in bed, looking around as she realized that Ethan wasn’t with her anymore. It was seven in the morning; she had to be at work by nine. That gave her just enough time to figure out where she could buy an outfit to wear to work to avoid the “walk of shame,” maybe get a quick breakfast—though it seemed that Ethan had already covered that—and some coffee.

  She could buy some cheap drugstore makeup at Duane Reade as a temporary solution to not having her usual arsenal of products from home. Fortunately, her hair was not something she would have to worry about; the braids were, a quick touch told her, still in place, and no one would think much of the fact of her showing up with the same hairstyle two days in a row.

  She climbed out of Ethan’s huge bed, visited the bathroom and splashed water on her face. She saw a bathrobe hanging on a peg next to the shower, with a note stuck to it. Breakfast is served. Wear me! Brianna smiled to herself in amusement at the instruction and pulled the robe on, sparing a moment to glance around the bathroom.

  It was easily about the size of her kitchen, with both a stall shower and a bathtub, marble-tiled, with towel warmers and all of the luxuries that Brianna could imagine a bathroom to have. She shook off the reflections that brought to mind her choice of bed-mate and what his position in her company might be, and tightened the sash to the robe she’d been offered before padding out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and into the main area of the apartment.

  Ethan sat at a table midway between the living room area and the kitchen, and in front of him—in fact, covering the table—was a veritable feast of breakfast foods: scrambled eggs, toast, butter and jam, bacon and sausage, a pile of pancakes, cut-up fruit, a large French press that Brianna was certain was full of coffee, even bagels and a small platter of lox—the beloved city breakfast of champions. “Good morning, Brianna,” Ethan said, looking up from the newspaper. He was, of course, reading the Times.

  “This is a nice surprise,” Brianna said, moving to take a seat across the table from Ethan. She saw a manila folder next to his hand, and saw what she thought was her name on it—but he moved his hand such that she couldn’t see for sure what the writing on the folder said, the next moment.

  “Let me pour you some coffee, and then let’s have a talk,” Ethan said. Brianna looked at him in surprise. That didn’t seem to bode well for her, though she couldn’t imagine why Ethan would go to the trouble of having breakfast delivered to his apartment for her if he was going to give her some kind of bad news. Brianna made herself wait, though, as Ethan poured coffee into the mug in front of her and passed the milk and sugar to her for her to doctor it herself.

  She did so, and tried to wake herself up enough to be able to deal with whatever he had to say. What the hell is going on? Brianna took a sip of her coffee and looked at Ethan speculatively.

  “I think you’d better go ahead and say whatever it is you want to say,” she told him.

  “Help yourself to some breakfast first,” Ethan suggested.

  “I’d rather know if my stomach is going to be up for handling breakfast, first,” Brianna said firmly. E
than gave her a quick smile, and Brianna noted that he was already dressed for work: a new, fresh suit, and he looked as though he’d showered.

  “Fair enough,” Ethan said. He helped himself to some of the eggs, a couple of slices of toast, and some of the lox on the table. “I wonder if you noticed that I never quite answered your question about what my job is at the company you work at.” Brianna felt her stomach give a lurch, but she gulped down a little more coffee anyway. This was both interesting and horrifying.

  “I did notice that, but I figured—based on having a driver, and the midtown apartment, and all that—that it was probably pretty high up,” she said. “I would have thought that if that was an issue, you wouldn’t have invited me to spend the night.” Ethan half-shrugged.

  “There’s no position higher than mine, in fact,” he said. “When you ran into me last night, I was just leaving from signing the paperwork to purchase the company.” Brianna set down the coffee mug and stared at him. He owned the company she worked for? She glanced quickly around the apartment and remembered her rough evaluation of the kind of money that he had. He wasn’t a Trump, but he was clearly even wealthier than the luxurious surroundings suggested.

  “What does that have to do with me?” Ethan smiled again, slightly.

  “Well, you see, part of my purchase of the company involves making some decisions about staffing.” Brianna decided that she’d been right to put off eating until she knew she would have an appetite.

  “Are you going to fire me?” Ethan shook his head.

  “Nothing like that,” he said. “I am not nearly that vulgar.”

  “So what is going on?” Brianna pressed her lips together and heard her mother’s voice in her mind telling her never to let the bullies of the world see her crying. Never let them know that they cut you, Bri.

  “I have a new position in mind for you,” Ethan said. “You will be my personal assistant—one of three working for me directly in the company. But your role will be a little different.” Brianna felt her face settling into a scowl as her mind leaped ahead to figure out what Ethan was going to suggest as her role.