Her Boss' Package: A Billionaire and Virgin Romantic Comedy

by Ruby Steele

"You want my cock in your pussy? Stretching this tight little snatch of yours? Is that what you want?"

  I curl my fingers into his hair. I nod, and thankfully, that's all he needs. He delves one finger through my folds, spreading my wetness—

  And then I hear an alarm ringing. Slowly, I come to consciousness, realizing that it was a dream and that I'm trembling with need. My sheets are all twisted around me. I push them off, hit the snooze button, and close my eyes.

  I'm too on edge still. I know I should resist, but I have no self-control. Touching myself through my panties, I gasp at the first rub of my clit. It's already swollen, needy. It only takes a few more strokes of my fingers to get me off.

  I'm gasping, muttering Gabriel's name into my pillow. How can I still need him after all of this?

  One thing's for sure, though: I can't go back to my internship. Not now, not ever.

  I decide to call in sick, hoping I can figure out how to quit without ever returning to Prestige Marketing again.

  8

  Gabriel

  By Friday, I'm fucking pissed. Kate has called in sick since Monday, after she saw me and Diana together. I know what's going on—she's avoiding me.

  Over my dead body.

  I cancel the rest of my meetings for that afternoon. Greta looks like she could happily strangle me for giving her extra work on a Friday afternoon, but I don't care. I go straight to Jenny, who supervises all of the interns, and ask her for Kate McMurray's home address.

  She blinks up at me. "Kate? Why, has something happened?"

  "No, but I need her address. It's for a recommendation letter," I lie.

  Jenny seems unconvinced, but since I'm the boss, she finds the information I need and emails it to me straightaway. Jackpot. I'm going to find you, Kate, even if you don't want me to.

  I try not to think about why I'm so obsessed with my virgin intern. Why I can't stop thinking about her, morning, noon and night, and why I'm so determined to find her. I want her—that much is for sure. I'm going to fuck her until we're exhausted and can't move. I'm going to enjoy that curvy little body until my hunger for her is sated.

  That's all it is. I want her because I haven't had her yet.

  This is what I tell myself as I put her address into my phone and drive across town.

  Yeah, I know Diana threatened to out me. Like I give a fuck. For one, nobody would believe someone as crazy as Diana. And secondly, nothing I'm doing is illegal. It's merely...frowned upon. And anyway, it's my company, so Diana can go fuck herself. Literally and figuratively. I grip the steering wheel, my jaw clenched, still pissed that Diana dared to try to blackmail me.

  But I force away thoughts regarding Diana. I refuse to let her screw with me in any way. She would love to see me sweat. After I broke up with her, she vowed revenge, which really just proved to me that I made the right decision in dumping her crazy ass.

  I finally arrive at an apartment building that's old, but mostly well-maintained. It's gray and unassuming, and if I didn't have Kate's address on hand, I would never have known anyone lived there.

  I take the elevator to the fifth floor. When I get to apartment #511, I knock. A second later, I knock again.

  A tall woman with long dark hair answers the door. "Good lord, what is it? Is someone dying?" Her eyes widen. “Wait, are you—?”

  "Is Kate here?" I ask, interrupting her.

  The woman chews her lower lip. That would be a yes. I'm about to push past her when Kate herself comes to the door, a shocked expression on her face.

  The woman, though, won't leave. "Do you want me to stay?" she asks Kate.

  Kate gives her a little smile. "It's fine. Thanks, though."

  The woman narrows her eyes at me. "If you do anything..." she threatens before leaving us at the door.

  "Sorry, Tiff can be kinda overprotective." Kate wraps her arms around herself. She's wearing pajamas, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. She looks beautiful. "What are you doing here?"

  "Do you really have to ask? I'm here to see you."

  "Why? Actually, don't answer that. I'm not interested in guys who are already taken." She's about to close the door in my face, but I stop her with my foot.

  "I don't have a girlfriend."

  She gives me a skeptical look, but she opens the door again. Progress.

  "Diana—the woman you saw—is my ex."

  "You sure about that?"

  I grin at her snippy tone. "Completely. She would like to change her status back to girlfriend, but I don't. She's my ex and she's going to stay that way." I can't stop myself from touching Kate's cheek. "I'm not a taken guy, Kate."

  I can see her swallow. "Really?"

  "Really."

  I can tell by her expression that she's not totally convinced. What can I do to prove it to her?

  "But..." She shakes her head. "I mean, why me? And not her? Diana, she's gorgeous. Like a model."

  The puzzle pieces click together suddenly. With a low growl, I wrap my arms around Kate and press my already burgeoning erection against her soft belly.

  "Does this feel like I want somebody other than you?" I say, our mouths almost touching.

  Her eyes widen. "Um..."

  "That's what I thought."

  I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back, and I kiss her. I delve my tongue between her lips, licking inside her silky depths, and she melts. She tastes sweet and pure, and I want to put my cock in her tight pussy right this second.

  But I need to go slowly. I can't push her too fast.

  I end the kiss. She blinks.

  "Go get dressed," I say. "I'm taking you out for dinner."

  "You are? Why?"

  "Because I want to. And considering you've missed work all week but weren't sick..." I shrug. "You owe me. Otherwise I'll tell Jenny that you played hooky."

  She rolls her eyes. "Fine. You want to wait in the living room? I need to take a shower."

  "Only if your friend doesn't try to stab me in the meantime."

  "I'll tell Tiff to keep her dagger in her room." She opens the door wider, and I enter her domain.

  It's definitely an apartment filled with women: it's all bright colors, flowers, paisley, and sparkles. Posters cover the walls, while more pillows than any one person could ever need are scattered across the couch.

  "I'll just be a second," Kate says. "Be right back."

  Thankfully, Kate doesn't take forever and a day to get ready. Another point in her favor. When she emerges from her room (Tiff glared at me when she went to her room but left me be), she's a tight blue dress that shows off her cleavage. Her hair is down, and she smiles shyly when she sees me.

  "Let's get out of here," I say as I take her hand.

  9

  Kate

  How did I end up here? At some fancy restaurant with Gabriel Carter? I keep having to pinch myself as I gaze at him from across the table. He looks way too hot in candlelight. He looks like some mysterious aristocrat who will take me away to his castle to have his wicked way with me.

  I shiver involuntarily. Yeah, that's definitely not something I would mind happening.

  I'm all nerves and energy. I almost knock over my wineglass, and when I get my plate of fancy ravioli, it's a miracle I don't get marinara all over my dress.

  Thank God for Tiff, though. She bustled into my room and pushed one of her sexiest dresses into my hands when he realized what was happening.

  "This is my best 'fuck me' dress," she said to me with all of the wisdom of someone much older. "If he doesn't fuck you after seeing you in this dress, I'm a monkey's uncle."

  I have to stop myself from yanking the dress up because I feel like my boobs are going to spill out of it at any minute. I actually have a bigger chest than Tiff, so this dress is extra tight up top.

  Then again, considering Gabriel's heated looks he keeps sending me, I don't think he minds.

  "How was your week?" I ask, and I wince at the stupid question. He didn't bring you here to talk abo
ut work!

  He grimaces. "About as unexciting as always. It didn't help that you disappeared," he growls. "How the hell could I concentrate when I didn't have you moaning in my office as I sucked your tits?"

  I blush so hotly that I'm afraid I'll set the tablecloth on fire. I look around, afraid someone heard him.

  He laughs a little. "Don't worry. Nobody heard me." He sips his wine, looking at me the entire time. "Although I wouldn't mind everyone knowing that you're mine."

  My skin prickles, and I grow wet just from his words. Biting my lower lip, I try not to wiggle in my chair.

  He just smiles wider, the jerk!

  When dessert arrives—a chocolate torte with raspberries—I decide to get a little revenge. I eat the chocolate slowly, moaning low in my throat as the burst of sweetness and bitterness hits my tongue. I don't even have to act, though. The torte is amazing.

  Gabriel narrows his eyes, especially when I lick the tines of my fork. I feel sensual and powerful. When my fingers stroke the stem of my wineglass, his expression grows dark.

  "You're playing with fire." His voice is low and gravelly.

  I just smile. "I don't know what you mean."

  "If you aren't careful, I'll fuck you right on this table. The only reason I'm not is because I don't want anyone else to see you naked."

  I tremble. I want him to do just that so badly I can taste it. It's like a fever in my blood. I close my mouth on the last bite of torte, closing my eyes, savoring it.

  Gabriel snaps his fingers for the waitress, who practically speeds over to us. "Check!" he barks. The waitress squeaks something and leaves to do his bidding.

  "You don't have to be rude," I remonstrate. I don't know where this daring Kate came from, but I have to say, I like her better than freaked-out Kate. Or depressed Kate.

  "Considering how much money I spend here, it'll be fine. And she'll get a big tip."

  The waitress returns in record speed. Gabriel pays in cash, tossing it onto the table without batting an eyelash, before hauling me out of my chair. His grip isn't tight, by any means. I could pull away with ease.

  But he knows I don't want to. He looks down at me, a sultry smile on his lips, and he knows that I'm just a captive who will do his bidding. It's both irritating and exhilarating, being in this man's power.

  He leans down to whisper hotly in my ear, "I'm taking you to my car and I'm going to make you come because I can't wait any longer." He nips my earlobe.

  I barely manage not to stumble as I follow him out to his car once the valet fetches it.

  He drives us to a remote spot not far from the restaurant, making me wonder if he's been here before. But when he parks the car and reaches for me, all other thoughts flee my mind.

  His kisses are ruthless. His stubble scrapes against my skin, and I love the contrast. But he growls in frustration when he can't get me close enough.

  Getting out of the car, he goes to my door and says simply, "Backseat."

  Like I'm going to say no!

  In the backseat—roomy with leather seats and tinted windows—he pulls me into his lap. I gasp against his mouth when I feel the hardness of his cock under my ass. It's hard as iron, and good lord, he has to be huge.

  Licking at my mouth and tangling my tongue with his, Gabriel pushes the straps of my dress down my shoulders, revealing my strapless bra. I can barely see his expression in the dim light, but I shiver anyway when he swears under his breath.

  "Your tits are amazing. How can you wear a dress like this and think I won't fuck you, Kate?" His tongue traces across my chest, hot and wet, and he pulls my bra down until my breasts are revealed.

  He sucks one nipple into his mouth, and the pull of it makes me almost come out of my skin. I'm panting, trying to keep a hold of his shoulders so I don't collapse into a puddle on the floor. He swirls his tongue around the other nipple. I never knew my breasts could be this sensitive, yet with Gabriel, they can't get enough of his touch and his mouth.

  But as one of his hands rolls my nipple, the other inches up my skirt, which is blessedly short. When Gabriel discovers I'm wearing nothing but a silk thong, he makes a sound in the back of his throat.

  "You naughty girl," he purrs. "Wearing nothing but a thong underneath this dress. Did you want me to make you come tonight? Make you soaking wet as I fucked your sweet pussy?"

  A hot red flush covers my entire body. I can barely speak. But as his fingers gently part me, I have to tell him. He needs to know—

  "I'm a virgin," I blurt. He stills. Panic fills me, and I wonder if I've screwed everything up. "Like, a real virgin. Never had sex. Nothing. Totally virginal."

  He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't let me go, either. I'm about to scramble away when his fingers start to pet my pussy.

  "Well?" I ask, confused.

  He smiles, his teeth flashing. "Am I supposed to be surprised?" That long digit circles my entrance and slowly pushes inside. I bite my lip at the intense sensation. "You think I wouldn't notice how tight you were? No way you've been with another man. How much you blush when I just look at you?"

  "So it doesn't bother you?"

  "No, Kate." His voice is solemn, although I feel like there's a thread of laughter underneath. "It only makes me want to fuck this tight pussy even more. Fill you up until my cock has stretched you to its limit. Make you cry and scream my name as I pound into you."

  "Oh." I'm trembling from his words, and a rush of wetness pulses from my body.

  "Already so wet. You wet for me, baby? Wet and hot?" He strokes through my folds, lightly petting, and I begin to push against his hand.

  He tweaks my nipple for that. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight, though."

  "Why not?" I sound petulant, and I don't care.

  "Because I need to get you ready." His thumb starts to circle my clit; I gasp. "But that doesn't mean I can't make you come."

  I nod. I don't care what he does to me—I just need that rush, that explosion. I'm so close already. I can hear how wet I am as Gabriel pushes one finger inside my tight sheath. I wince a little. I'm really tight, but he soothes me with kisses.

  "Don't clench. Relax. There you go. My sweet girl."

  With his thumb lightly rubbing my clit and his finger pumping inside me, I start to shake so hard that I have to close my eyes. I ride his hand, not even embarrassed anymore. When he pushes in another finger and scissors them inside me, I scream.

  He laughs darkly.

  "Come for me. Make that pretty pussy contract around my fingers. I know you're close." He licks my throat, nips at my collarbone.

  "Fuck, oh my God." I move with him, faster and faster, the sound of him fucking me filling the backseat. It smells like sex and sweat, and it's heady. It's like I've drunk some liquor, and I'm totally addicted already.

  He presses harder against my clit. I squeal. When he crooks his fingers inside me and rubs my clit with just the right pressure, I feel my orgasm build, build, build...

  I explode. I explode in a rush of wetness and spasms, and Gabriel only lengthens my orgasm by continuing to lightly circle my clit. He mutters something, but I can't hear anything. Only my heartbeat and my rough breathing as I shimmy and shake.

  I've never come that hard in my life.

  I collapse against his chest. He gently pulls his fingers from my pussy, and I watch in astonishment as he licks them clean. He smiles like a predator.

  "Delicious. I love feeling you come so hard. Have you ever fingered your pussy like that, Kate?"

  I nod, shake my head. "Yes, kind of. Not like that, though, exactly. I've never come so hard before."

  For that, he kisses me. I taste myself on his lips, and it only makes me want him all over again.

  If this is just the beginning, how will I survive actual sex with Gabriel?

  I feel his hardness under me, and I know I should reciprocate. He can't be comfortable like that. Cupping him, I marvel at how hard and huge he feels, even covered.

  After a moment, though, h
e moves my hand aside. I give him a hurt look.

  "You keep touching me like that, and I'm not going to be able to stop taking your virginity in this car tonight."

  Part of me wants him to do just that, while the other part of me is still rather terrified. How can he possibly fit? He's enormous! I'm shaking at the thought, and he soothes me.

  "It'll be spectacular. But I want you in my bed, Kate, not in my car." He kisses me. My heartbeat slows until I feel languid, boneless.

  After we clean up, Gabriel drives me home. I don't want to go to my apartment without him. He escorts me upstairs. Before I unlock my door, he kisses me one last time, slicking his tongue inside my mouth.

  "I'll see you on Monday," is all he says before he leaves me.

  10

  Gabriel

  I'm tapping my pen against my desk top, impatient and horny as fuck, waiting for Kate to arrive. I glance at the clock on the wall. 10:15 AM. Where the hell is she?

  Waiting two whole days to see her again, to touch her, to make her moan my name, has been sheer torture. I almost drove to her apartment to fuck her on Saturday afternoon, but I restrained myself.

  But if she doesn't get her pretty little ass in here—

  The door opens and closes, and there she is, flushed and a little breathless.

  "Sorry I'm late. Jenny needed me for a project—"

  I wave away her excuse. I don't really care what she was doing. She's here, my cock is so hard it's almost painful, and I need her.

  I kiss her before she can say anything else. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she holds onto me as I ravish her mouth. Damn, she's delicious, and I've already taught her how to kiss. When I first kissed her, she was all hesitation. Now, though? She's like some kind of sex siren.

  I touch her curves before gripping her ass. I pull her closer and rub my cock against her belly. She inhales.

  "Do you know how much I've been wanting you?" I growl, sucking the skin between her neck and shoulder. "How I wanted to come and get you this weekend and take you finally?"