Falling for my Dirty Uncle: A Virgin and Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  He has my company.

  He has all the years and years of hard work that I’ve put in to make Wilder Lingerie what it is today.

  He has his shady board of directors. He has his fancy Hamptons estate. He has my own mother wrapped around his greasy fingers.

  And now, he thinks he has me.

  “Well, well, well,” Carl sneers as he walks in, reeking of cologne and overpriced brandy. “Looks like the little slut finally realized what was good for her, hmm?”

  Yeah. He actually talks like that. I’m seriously waiting for the super villain monologue to begin any fucking minute now.

  “You’re right, Carl,” I coo in my sweetest, most innocent little voice. “I owe you so much for what you did for me…you have no idea how grateful I am.”

  His grin widens. “Grateful, huh? Frankly, Mira, I underestimated you. Grateful…you’re smarter than you look, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Infinitely,” I agree. “And I’m even wiser now…all thanks to you, Carl. I can’t believe how, in just a few days, you’ve managed to teach me so much.”

  “Mm. You’ve been a naughty girl lately, Mira. Have you learned your lesson now?” Carl loosens his tie and licks his lips as he approaches me. “Or does your new Daddy need to teach you a few more lessons?”

  I let him get close to me. Real close. Too close for comfort.

  On one hand, it means that I have to try pretty hard not to totally throw up in my mouth.

  On the other hand, now as he lowers his lips to mine, I have the perfect angle to knee him in the balls so hard that I can feel the air leaving his lungs in place of a kiss.

  “I think I’ve learned enough lessons for one day, actually,” I whisper in his ear while he doubles over, making strangled wheezing noises. “But I’m sure my lawyers would be interested in what Daddy has to say.”

  “I don’t think you’ll be calling him Daddy for much longer.” Owen strides into the office from a side room with his arm wrapped protectively around my mother’s shoulders.

  My mother is staring Carl down with a rage that I’ve only seen her direct toward late housekeepers and chubby pool boys.

  “Worst thing about cheap office buildings, Carl—thin walls make for few secrets.”

  “Fire hazards, too,” Owen’s lawyer adds. “And god forbid this place goes up in smoke—you’re growing enough illegal marijuana on the roof of this place to get the entire city stoned.”

  “Assuming that the meth lab in the basement doesn’t blow everything up first,” I add. “The DEA is totally fascinated by the little side operation you were running here, Carl. I’m sure they’ll be in touch soon.”

  “I bet the FCC will get to him first,” Owen counters. “Insider trading, illicit business contracts…is there any slice of the criminal pie that you haven’t slipped your slimy little fingers into, brother?”

  “That reminds me,” I add. “Our lawyer had a look over the contracts you had me sign, and he’s very convinced that they wouldn’t hold up in court. Which means that moving all of Wilder Lingerie’s production outlets to sweatshops overseas won’t be happening anymore, either.”

  “You…you little fucking bitch,” Carl grunts.

  “You’re exactly right, Carl. Me.” I smile down at him just as smugly as he was grinning at me when he walked in. “You thought that I was a stupid little girl you could take advantage of because I didn’t know any better—and maybe you were right. But not anymore.”

  Owen releases the hounds—or, at least, he lets my mother start getting her own personal digs in on Carl—and moves to me, taking my hand in his.

  There’s something small and hard with sharp edges between his palm and mine. When I turn his hand over to see what he’s handing me, my heart skips a beat.

  “It’s not a diamond,” Owen admits. “But you didn’t seem like that kind of girl anyway.”

  I blink several times as I stare down at the princess cut sapphire engagement ring resting in the center of Owen’s big, broad palm.

  “You weren’t kidding,” I say in disbelief. “You…you really meant it.”

  “Why the fuck would I joke about that?” Owen raises a dark eyebrow. “I’m not a sadist, babydoll. Well, not really—it runs a lot stronger in Carl’s side of the family.”

  “So, let me get this straight,” I say, picking the ring up gingerly. “Your big proposal moment involves me fake-seducing your half-brother—my own step-father—”

  “Soon to be ex-step-father, from the sound of things,” Owen interjects, nodding to the distant sound of my mother screaming obscenities at Carl, and the DEA agents breaking into the building’s basement.

  “Watching me knee a man in the balls—”

  “You’re incredibly sexy when you’re angry,” Owen admits with a shrug.

  “Uncovering a massive drug smuggling operation and half a dozen different high-level white-collar crimes…”

  “It’s unconventional, I know.” Owen grins down at me and my heart melts. “But so are we. Just say yes, Mira. The press can’t look down their noses at us if you’re the woman who finally tamed the infamous Owen Westbrook into choosing a bride.”

  “I won’t step down from Wilder Lingerie,” I warn him.

  “I’d never ask you to. I own too much stock in the company, to be perfectly honest.”

  Owen pulls out his phone and tilts it toward me, showing me that Wilder Lingerie is officially public—and beyond my wildest dreams, prices are soaring.

  “There’s no way,” I gasp. “With all the scandals…Owen, these prices shouldn’t be nearly this high.”

  “When you’ve got the money I do, Mira, baby…”

  “I’m not hearing any of this,” Owen’s lawyer mentions.

  I giggle. I honestly forgot that he was still here.

  “Isn’t that, y’know…also illegal?” I ask.

  Owen shrugs again. “I’m investing my money in something I believe in—and someone.” He takes my jaw into his hands, cradling my face in his palms. “You haven’t said yes yet, Mira. You’re going to give me a fucking complex if you make me wait around any longer.”

  I smile up at him, closing my eyes and leaning in for a kiss.

  “Yes,” I breathe against his lips.

  At some point, I think I hear the lawyer leave.

  I sure hope he leaves, anyway.

  After everything Owen and I have been through, all the prying eyes and the flash photography…

  Considering what I know we’re about to get up to next, I don’t think I’m interested in being watched.

  “Owen…do you love me?” I ask.

  After all of this…everything that's happened between us, all that we've been through…

  I have to know. For sure.

  If I can just have Owen's love, then I can have everything I've ever wanted and more.

  A puzzled look crossed Owen's face.

  “Do I love you?” he repeats, grey eyes twinkling with amusement. “That's a heavy question, Mira.”

  “You just asked me to spend the rest of my life with you as your wife,” I remind him.

  He laughs. It's a big booming sound that rumbles deep in his chest.

  “Silly girl,” he says softly, smoothing my hair behind my ear. “I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you. Even when I was fighting it…Everything you are, everything you've ever been and everything you're going to become is all too easy to love.” He presses a kiss to my lips, hard and certain. “Can't believe you had to ask.”

  “I love you too,” I giggle as his stubble tickles my chin.

  “I know, babydoll. Now, get your fucking panties off,” he growls into my ear. “I want to do things to you that would make Lis Langley choke on her own fucking words.”

  “Jokes on you,” I whisper back, tugging on his collar and pulling him even closer to me. “I'm not wearing any.”

  Owen smiles like he just won the lottery.

  Not that he needs to. Being, y'know, a multi-billiona
ire and all.

  “That's my girl.”

  He kisses me again and I can feel my thighs getting slick with honey already in anticipation of where that kiss could lead.

  “Always,” I tell him. “Forever.”

  Chapter 33

  Mira

  My dripping pussy aches as I glide my tongue all the way from Owen’s balls up to the tip of his cock before throwing my mouth onto it and immediately sucking him hard.

  “Ahh,” he stammers. “God damn, Mira.”

  I love when I can hear it in his voice and feel it in his cock just how much he enjoys me. As his spit-soaked cock slides against my tongue, he continues moaning and huffing, my ears and pussy burning with every slight sound escaping his mouth.

  There’s no greater high than what I feel right now. Carl walking away from my company with felony charges against him after he tried to blackmail Owen and me has put me on cloud nine, and there’s no fucking way I’m coming down.

  Especially with Owen right here with me, cock out and raring to go. I hungrily stuff as much of his cock as I can fit into my mouth and grind his cock head against the back of my throat like the little slut I’ve become for him.

  Who’s to say I can’t be a slut and a wife?

  I’m actually damn determined to show him I’m more than capable of holding both of those titles simultaneously.

  I take a deep breath through my nose and swallow hard against the head of his cock, easing it into my throat and offering him a tight little hole.

  His hands quickly find the back of my head and he starts thrusting against my face, almost instinctively, as his fingers weave through my hair.

  I let out a loud moan, muffled by the massive cock jammed in my throat and locked against my face as I sink my nails into his sides, nearly tearing the fabric of his pants as my fingers clench down.

  He hisses as his thrusts become more rhythmic and intense. Just thinking about his load coating the inside of my throat has me practically begging for him to come in my mouth.

  I look up, my eyes meeting his perfectly, showing him just how much I’m enjoying myself. And in giving him that little hint, he starts thrusting his cock against my face violently and wildly, thrusting against my mouth relentlessly until his cock is throbbing hard and swelling even more in my throat. He grunts and growls as his hips slams against my lips and nose.

  I can’t help but let my hand slide down to my slick pussy. I start rubbing my swollen clit in circles as he fucks my face.

  Owen gasps as his thrusts slow for a moment, and as I begin to think he might pull out, his cum gushes into my mouth and my throat. If he did pull out, I’d imagine it would seem like a fucking blizzard hit me and me alone with how much I would be fucking covered right now.

  As my eyes roll back while Owen’s cock empties into me, my little love button has me high with orgasmic pleasure, leaving me tingling as I devour the rest of his cum pouring into my throat and mouth.

  As I come down from my own orgasm, I swirl little traces of his cum in my mouth, goosebumps forming along my skin as I linger on the decadent taste.

  I bring myself back up to my feet. My hands land on Owen’s face, pulling him to me as I kiss him hard, cum still resting in my mouth. I shove my tongue into his mouth and force his cum to follow.

  We trade his creamy liquid between our lips in a long, steamy kiss. He pushes it back into my mouth one last time and I happily swallow it all down. The exchange has both of us hot and bothered all over again, his still-fully hard cock pressed against my stomach as we stand embraced with our lips locked together.

  As our faces part I smile at him, holding him in my gaze. My thighs are burning hot from sheer desire for his cock. Without missing a beat, Owen spins me around and forces me against the marble table.

  I stare out into the room, taking in that all of this is ours as he situates his cock against the entrance to my pussy.

  Just as I expect him to slide in, he slides downward, rubbing the shaft of his cock against my pussy lips, getting himself all lubed up with my own juices while teasing the fuck out of me and ramping up my need that much more.

  I moan as the length of his cock slides against my pussy lips and arch my back out, relaxing myself in preparation for his incredible thickness. His cock pressed up against my cunt is nearly electrifying and my heart races in my chest as I anticipate him sliding into me.

  The tip rests right on my hole, and before he can push in, my impatience gets the best of me. I push back hard against him, sliding his cock into me, forcing a loud moan from his throat. He thrusts forward immediately, matching me, and I weaken with delight.

  I collapse my torso against the cool marble, and look up behind me to see his face, watching as his eyes roll back while he fucks me. Watching the pleasure in his expression isn’t just sexy, it’s exhilarating.

  I sit up some, resting on my elbows and giving myself more leverage to back against him. The two of us together, fucking through our feelings on this wild, roller coaster of a day, is more therapeutic than anything I’ve ever experienced. There’s so much raw sexual attraction between us and I can’t get enough of his cock.

  His cock pushes hard against my G-spot as he fucks me, forcing me to moan uncontrollably. The sound of my pleasure must drive him as well because it unleashes a whole new level of force to our already raunchy fuck session.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy!” exclaims Owen as he wraps his strong hands around my waist and pulls me back against him while he thrusts hard into me.

  “Fuck me, Owen!” I command. “I want to feel your cock as deep as it goes! Fuck me deep and coat my cunt with your cum!”

  I’ll have to say, Owen is not one to disappoint. He grabs my hips and slams his cock into me and grinds his pelvis against me once he’s inside, moving his massive cock around in my pussy, creating sensations I didn’t know were possible.

  As I sit on the verge of orgasm, my toes are curling in my shoes and I’m gripping my fingers against the marble table top, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip and murmuring incoherent half-words.

  Owen is grunting and panting behind me, exerting all the force he can into his thrusts. I take in a deep breath, and as I do, my entire body starts tingling and my pussy tightens around Owen’s cock.

  “I’m fucking coming, baby!” I scream out to Owen. I plant my feet as best I can on the floor, but they immediately curl right back up at the thrust that drives me into climax.

  I float in ecstasy as Owen drives into my pussy, and soon after my own release, I feel his cock tighten and throb inside my tight hole.

  “I’m coming!” he shouts quickly before his cum shoots hard into my cunt. He fills me so much that cum is leaking out as more is pouring in. I’m so full that I’m literally bursting at the seams.

  Owen’s thrusts slow, and soon end. He pulls himself out of my pussy, and as he does, his cum drips right out of me.

  I exhale a very happy, very satisfied sigh as I turn over, stretching across the table as Owen’s cum drips to the expensive hardwood floor.

  I’m technically obligated to clean that up later, but for now I’m going to lay here and bask in my sweaty, slutty glory as I come to thoroughly accept that I’m not only in love with my dirty uncle, but that he and I are getting married.

  After everything he and I have been through in our run so far, I would have no problem shouting it to the world. And who knows, after this little stint of quality time, maybe I’ll have a bump that proves our love just as well.

  “I love you, Mira,” Owen says as he climbs onto the table, positioning himself next to me. “I want you to know that more than anything.”

  “I love you, too, Owen,” I reply, turning my head to him and sharing a sweet, passionate kiss.

  As our lips part, we stare up at the ceiling, our fingers laced together as I begin picturing our wedding and the future of Wilder Lingerie. I can’t even imagine being any happier than I am right now.

  Epilogue

  Mira


  Six Months Later

  “Aren't you a vision?” Owen saunters into my office, even with his arms weighed down with scraps of fabric.

  “Hardly,” I groan, thinking back to the struggle this morning to find clothes that still fit. Owen walked in on me trying to squeeze into an old pair of pants and caught me before I tumbled to the ground. Catching me before I fall seems to be his specialty.

  You know what else he excels at? Pleasuring me morning, noon and night. This morning on the closet floor was no exception. His morning pussy eating made me temporarily forget about my clothes crisis. Temporarily.

  “I'm quickly expanding. By this time next week, I'll have my own zip code.”

  Owen drops the fabric samples down on my desk that’s already piled high with sketches, marketing proposals and press requests. Everyone, Lis Langley in particular, is waiting with baited breath for our newest creation.

  He comes around to my side of the desk, lifting me up and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Don't talk about the woman I love that way,” Owen says, then places a protective hand on my growing belly. “And definitely don't talk about the mother of my child like that.”

  Covering his hand with mine, I look up at the gorgeous, strong man standing in front of me. Just staring at him is enough to start my juices flowing.

  If he hadn't already knocked me up six months ago, the intense way his steel gray eyes are looking deep into mine right now would easily do the job.