Her Boss' Package: A Billionaire and Virgin Romantic Comedy

by Ruby Steele

  I'm all red and flushed, and when I stroke a finger through my soaked folds, I groan. I'm already quivery. I know it'll only take a few touches to set me off. I swirl the moisture leaking from my pussy in and around my folds; I'm panting for breath.

  Gabriel unbuckles his belt, and to my surprise, I can see that his hands are none too steady. There's something so thrilling about making this sexy man lose control and want me this badly that only turns me on further. But when he takes off his jeans and boxers, now totally nude, my heart pounds so hard I'm surprised he can't hear it.

  His cock is hard and ruddy, and I still don't know how it'll fit inside me.

  "Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?" he says in a soft voice. Climbing onto the bed, he flips me over onto my stomach and spanks one ass cheek and then the other.

  I moan from the sting, wiggling against the silky comforter.

  "What a naughty girl you are."

  He parts my legs again, and when I feel his mouth on my pussy, I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I buck against him. He only increases the pressure of his tongue, and he makes satisfied noises in the back of his throat.

  "God, you're so wet already. You ready for me, baby? Ready for me to fill this tight pussy with my cock?"

  I moan. "Please, Gabriel..."

  "I want you to be beyond ready, though. Come for me first." He pushes a finger inside me and rubs my clit at the same time. My pussy grips him, and I dig my fingers into the sheets. I feel like I'm falling. I can't get enough air.

  I writhe and push against his hand, and I hear him laugh darkly. "There you go. Come for me," he says again as he nips my ass cheek.

  It only takes one more press of his thumb on my clit to set me off. I come in relentless shudders, crying out his name. I buck and twist, and he has to restrain me, laughing still. I'd be annoyed that he finds this amusing if I weren't such a total wreck. Stars fill my vision.

  He flips me over again, and I watch as he grips his cock. His face is creased, his lips thin, and a bead of pre-cum slides down his cock.

  "Open your legs."

  I do so.

  "Farther. There you go. I want you open for me. Pretty Kate, I'm going to fuck you now."

  I nod. "I need you. I'm dying."

  His teeth flashes but when he moves my legs around his waist and his cock rubs against my wet pussy, we both moan. He swears underneath his breath.

  Then he presses the tip against my entrance.

  I grit my teeth. I try not to edge away; I tell myself the discomfort won't last. But as his cock pushes further into me, tunneling into delicate tissue, I gasp. Then I whimper.

  He kisses me. "I'm sorry, baby. But it'll get better. I promise."

  I want to believe him. I nod, but then he thrusts fully into me. I gasp at the burning sensation, and I try to buck him off. But he holds me down and makes soothing noises. Scattering kisses across my chest and face, he doesn't move.

  "Gabriel..." I moan. I don't know what I want anymore. The pain fades until I just feel full. Stuffed.

  He starts to pull out and then thrust back inside me in a slow rhythm. He's so hard, so big, that it makes my toes curl. He leans down toward me, and he begins to piston inside me as our tongues tangle. He kisses me harder, and I dig my nails into his shoulders.

  "Fuck, you're tight. So tight." He grits his teeth. He picks up the pace. I squeal.

  Now I feel only pleasure, his cock moving inside me, filling me to the brim with each stroke. His balls slap against my flesh, and I arch with each stroke. I'm so close. An orgasm like I've never felt before begins to build inside me, starting deep in my belly. I'm trembling.

  I can feel him get larger inside me, and the pleasure is almost unbearable. I arch and moan and whimper and buck, and he just pounds harder and harder until the headboard knocks against the wall.

  I'm so close. I close my eyes, I bite my lip, and then my orgasm bursts upon me like a crashing wave.

  He kisses me as I scream out in release. I shake so hard that it makes the bed quiver, and my orgasm only lengthens when I feel him spurt inside me as he comes, too, his seed filling me until it drips out of me onto the bed.

  Gabriel thrusts a few more times before withdrawing. I'm left with a strange bereft sensation. It's like I don't know how to be a normal person again without him inside me.

  "Goddamn," is all he says as we both try to catch our breaths. "Goddamn, baby. That was amazing."

  I smile as I curl into his arms. "I think I died."

  He grunts. "Me too." He brushes my hair from my forehead. "You're okay, though? I didn't hurt you?"

  I shake my head. "It hurt at first, but afterward." I shiver. "It was mind-blowing."

  He kisses me before getting out of bed. Returning with a washcloth, he cleans me and then himself before we collapse.

  As I'm about to fall asleep in his arms, I think to myself, I've fallen in love with Gabriel Carter, haven't I?

  12

  Gabriel

  I wake up before Kate. I've learned that not only does she sleep like the dead, but she totally hogs the sheets. I smile a little as she mumbles something in her sleep before burrowing further underneath the covers.

  It's about seven in the morning. I'd planned on going into work, even though it's a Sunday, but fuck that. I finally have Kate in my bed and nobody—not man nor beast—will get me out of here.

  I've had a lot of sex in my life, and a lot of great sex. But Kate? That was on an entirely new level. I can't get over it. Being inside her, hearing her moan my name, feeling her tight pussy contract around my cock...

  I groan a little as I feel myself harden again. I'm tempted to wake her and fuck her, but I'm sure she's sore. I should let her sleep.

  I close my eyes and try to return to sleep, but it's no use. My brain is on, my body is horny, and I'm also starving. Yawning, I get out of bed and go down to the kitchen to make some coffee and find something to eat.

  I've just put on a pot of coffee when Kate pads into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my robes. It's huge on her. I love it.

  I take her into my arms and kiss her. She squeaks a little, and when I pull away, she's blushing bright red.

  I've never been with a woman who blushes as easily as Kate does. It's enchanting. I kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. She giggles.

  "I smelled coffee," she says. "I'm starving, too."

  "I don't have much in the way of food," I admit, because I'm never home. If I am, I get takeout, or I just forget to eat because I'm so busy.

  Kate goes to the fridge, frowns, and then does the same when she looks in the pantry. "So, breakfast takeout?" she finally asks.

  I grin. "Sounds perfect."

  I order way more than necessary, but I don't care. Besides, Kate needs to keep up her strength. I'm not about to let her go home anytime soon. I plan to use that curvy little body of hers until we're both so sated we can't move.

  We eat in bed. Kate curls up next to me like a warm cat, and I'm pretty sure we eat our weight in eggs, bacon, and muffins. Kate downs two mugs of coffee, and I can't help but tease her about it.

  "Tired, huh? I wonder why?"

  She sniffs. "Somebody kept me up all night."

  Growling, I snake an arm around her waist and kiss her, tasting sugar and salt on her lips. I thought that once we had sex that I'd have gotten my fill of her. That's what always happened with my other women. Even Diana—after a while, she bored me. There was nothing to surprise me, nothing to give me any thrill. Yet having Kate has only made me hungrier for her. I want her in every which way. It's like an addiction in my blood.

  When I cup her breast underneath her robe, she wiggles away. "I need to take a shower," she says breathlessly. "I probably smell."

  She only smells good, but a shower would probably be wise. A shower—or bath—together would be even better.

  "How about a bath in the Jacuzzi tub?" I say.

  Her eyes widen with delight. "Seriously? Yes! The one thing
I always said I'd have if I bought a place was that it has a Jacuzzi tub."

  That makes me laugh. "Nothing else? Does it need air conditioning, or an oven?"

  "Nah, not important."

  She looks so beautiful, her hair tumbling down her shoulders, her cheeks still pink, that I have to tell my unruly cock to calm itself. Soon, I tell myself. You'll have her again and again and again.

  I show her the master bathroom with the Jacuzzi tub that I've used maybe five times total. It came with the place, which I bought after I broke up with Diana. No woman has stayed here, I realize with a start. Kate is a first.

  "You can use whatever soaps you want." I show her the collection that the previous owner left behind, soaps that I would never use. "And towels are here."

  She looks up at me from under her eyelashes, the little vixen. "You're not going to join me?"

  My body heats instantly. "I thought you'd probably be too sore this morning. Or was I wrong?"

  "I think the bath will take care of that." She's breathless, her eyes glassy.

  Fuck, she's gorgeous, and I'm sure as hell not going to say no to that invitation. While we wait for the tub to fill, I kiss her and touch her, stripping her out of my robe so I can look at her naked body again. She's all softness and curves. I've discovered how much she likes her nipples sucked, and how she moans loud and low when I lick her clit.

  But Kate isn't going to let me lead this morning. She delves into my boxers and finds her prize. When she licks her lips, I only harden further. She grips me just like I showed her in my office, and I growl when she strokes me.

  "You keep that up and this is going to be over before it started," I say. My balls are already drawing up, and I can feel the familiar tingle in my lower back.

  She just leans down and swirls her tongue around the tip. I swear. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I let her lick me like an ice cream cone until I have to pull away before I burst.

  "Get in the tub," I say, low and rough.

  She does, and I strip out of my boxers before joining her. The bubbles just barely cover her nipples, and when she puts her hair up on top of her head, she looks like some kind of mermaid.

  I'm about to fuck her senseless, but she swims away from me before I can catch her.

  "Not so fast. I need to get clean first." She pouts at me.

  "Fine. You have two minutes."

  I look at the clock on the wall and count down the seconds as she washes herself.

  "120, 119, 118, 117..."

  "Wait, give me a second!" She grabs a washcloth and starts washing herself, but I'm not going to let her do it by herself.

  I move her onto the bench with me, her ass nestled against my cock. She inhales a deep breath.

  "105, 104, 103..." I say in her ear.

  She looks at me over her shoulder, but I tap her hand. "Get going, Princess. You have one minute left."

  She finishes washing up in hurried movements, and by the time I get to the last ten seconds, I'm out of patience. I pluck the washcloth from her hand and toss it to the other side of the tub.

  "Time's up." I kiss the side of her neck. She tips her head to the side and moans, especially when I cup her breasts.

  They're silky and wet from the bubbles, and she smells like flowers. When she rubs her ass against my cock, I bite her until I leave a mark. I pull and twist her nipples—just enough to hurt—and it drives her wild. I'll never get enough of her tits. Her sending me those topless photos was the best thing to happen to me in a long time.

  "I asked you before if you thought I could make you come just from sucking your tits," I whisper. "How about we see if we can?"

  "Oh God, Gabriel..."

  I move her so she's facing me, and I fasten my mouth on her right nipple as I roll the other with my hand. She writhes, and I have to hold her tightly to keep her still. I bite down on her right nipple just as I twist the left, and she lets out a scream. She's panting.

  "I'm coming." She opens her eyes wide, shocked. "I'm coming!"

  "I know, baby. I can feel it." I let her right nipple go, and it's so sensitive when I begin pinching it that she shrieks in pleasure. I suck her left now, and it's only seconds later that she explodes. She shudders and holds me close, crying out my name.

  Fucking hell, that was hot. Making her come just by sucking her sweet tits. Amazing.

  Warm and replete, she drapes herself over me, smiling in satisfaction. But I'm far from satisfied. I need to be inside her, pounding her to reach my own release. I make her face away from me again, and I grip her hips.

  "Sheath yourself on me," I growl. I watch through the water as she lifts that beautiful ass until her pussy aligns with my cock.

  My eyes roll back inside my head as she slowly seats herself on me. I'm gripping her hips so hard that I'm probably bruising her, but fuck, she's so tight. Tight and wet, and she's like a silken glove around my cock. I'm swearing and gasping for air already. I force her to still for a moment so I can regain some control.

  Then we both start moving.

  She rides me, bouncing on me, and I use her like a gorgeous fuck toy for my cock. Kate moans with every thrust inside her, every time I stuff her full. I give it to her deep, and she only rides me faster. Water splashes around us, and I swear more steam rises from the bath from our fucking.

  I pull her backwards so her back is plastered to my chest, which allows me take control. I piston inside her, and she mewls..

  I need her to come. I can't wait any longer to pour myself inside her pussy. Reaching down, I rub her swollen clit as I fuck her.

  "Gabriel!" she screams. She trembles until I feel her pussy contract around my cock. Then her orgasm hits her, and she's lost. Her pussy flutters and grips me, and it's just what I need. I come with a shout. I pump her full of my seed, filling her over and over, my cock spurting endlessly. My vision goes black from the sheer ecstasy.

  I keep my arms wrapped around her, my cock still half-hard, and I kiss her. She responds hungrily, her tongue tangling with mine, and fuck, I could take her again within minutes at this rate. I want to fill her until she drains me completely.

  I don't want to think about whatever it is she's done to me, how I've gotten so obsessed with her already. All I know is that she's mine, and I'm not about to let her go.

  13

  Kate

  The weekend with Gabriel is mind-blowing. Awe-inspiring. I have so many orgasms that I lose count. He makes love to me everywhere, anywhere; he can’t get enough of me, and I feel the same.

  When I finally admit I need to go home (I only have one set of clothes and he shredded my panties) he isn’t happy, but he drives me home without further protest.

  "I'll see you on Monday," he says in that voice that always sends shivers down my spine. Kissing me hard, he finally lets me get out of the car so I can go upstairs to my apartment. When I arrive, both Tiff and Beth practically pounce on me and demand all of the details.

  Now, it's Monday, and my heart's pounding as I enter the office. Do people know I lost my virginity this weekend? Do I look differently? I don't feel all that different, although I'm deliciously sore. Muscles I never even knew existed are tired, and when I look in the mirror, I think I can see a new glow to my skin. Otherwise, I'm still Kate McMurray—but no longer virginal Kate McMurray.

  Gabriel made very, very sure of that.

  I smile so widely that even Greta comments on it. "You look happy," she says, although it sounds like an accusation, the same way you'd say, You look like you stole candy from a baby.

  I try to bite back my smile, but it's no use. I go to my cubicle, giggling like an idiot. I'm so high on Gabriel that it's ridiculous. I need to get ahold of myself. I have work to get done.

  But I get nothing done as I count down the hours, the minutes, the seconds, to meeting with Gabriel. When the time comes, I practically sprint to his office.

  And there he is: so handsome, his eyes darkening when he sees me. He slowly gets up and comes to me, and my heart
does a flip-flop in my chest. As he cups my face and kisses me, I feel a burst of emotion that makes me realize something terrifying.

  I'm in love with Gabriel Carter.

  I don't know when it happened, exactly, but when the thought springs inside my mind, I know it's true. I make a sound, and Gabriel pulls away, looking at me oddly.

  "Something wrong?" he asks. He strokes my hair.

  I shake my head, but inside, I'm a total mess. I can't be in love with him. He can't love me! Oh God, what have I done?

  I didn't know I needed to protect my heart when I let Gabriel take my V-card. I should've known, I think morosely. How can any woman with a heart not fall for him? Diana still wants him back. Am I going to turn into her? Practically stalking him, begging him to take me back?

  I must've paled, because Gabriel makes me sit down. He touches my face, my forehead.

  "Are you sick? Do you need something to drink?"

  Before I can respond, he sticks his head out of his office door and barks something at Greta. Within moments, I have a glass of water pressed into my hand.

  "Drink," he commands me.

  I drink.

  Too bad cold water isn't much of a remedy for an aching heart.

  I force myself to be strong. I can't give up already. Who's to say Gabriel couldn't love me? He clearly wants me—that much is true. Even after our weekend together, his gaze is all heat, although right this second, it's mixed with concern.

  I clutch at him and kiss him. It's a sloppy kiss, I'll admit, but it does the trick. He grunts and hauls me into his arms, kissing me with erotic strokes of his tongue. I gasp. He says my name.

  It doesn't take long for him to push my skirt over my hips and delve inside my panties. We both groan when he discovers how wet I am already. When he pushes a finger inside me, I tip my head back, gasping for breath.

  "I love how wet you get for me. When you left, I imagined you back at your apartment, your hand down your panties, touching yourself because I wasn't there." He licks the side of my throat as he smears my wetness around my pussy. "Did you touch yourself, Kate? Make that pussy of yours clench, grasping for my cock?"