Love Unbound: A Valentine's Day Romance Anthology

by Dee, Cassandra

  And Thorn could read my mind, a deep chuckle erupting from that chest.

  “Like I said pretty girl, get ready to earn your forty-thousand tomorrow. Six a.m. sharp, sweetheart. You’ll have to work hard, because it’s not gonna be easy.”

  I nodded, tearing my eyes away momentarily. Heat flamed in my cheeks. Oh god, oh god! Moving as if in a daze, my feet carried me out of the room and down the hallway. Only when I was at the main door did I look back.

  And sure enough, there was Mr. Evans, devouring me with those hungry blue eyes.

  “Like I said,” he reiterated in a low voice. “Get ready to earn your pay.”

  And then I was in the lift.

  Oh, please hurry, I need to get home.

  Because what just happened?

  What had he said?

  Any way I want. Any time I want.

  A whimper escaped my throat and my hand gripped the bar on the side. Oh my god. His?

  But then the elevator chimed, opening to reveal the lobby. Fortunately, most people were gone, busy at their desks. There were just a few stragglers here and there who hopefully wouldn’t notice my flaming cheeks.

  After all, I’d just agreed to be the plaything of a billionaire. And worst of all? Forty thousand wasn’t necessary … because I would have done it for free.

  ***

  * * *

  * * *

  Katrina, please be home, my mind begged. I need your advice desperately.

  * * *

  The subway ride home had been uneventful, but honestly, an earthquake couldn’t have jolted me from my daze. Because I’d just made an incredibly dirty deal … with my boss.

  * * *

  Oh god, oh god. What do I do now?

  * * *

  But when I let myself into the apartment, there was a scrunchie on her doorknob, the age-old sign of “Do not disturb.”

  * * *

  Bummer.

  Well, conversation could wait then. I had a more urgent matter to attend to.

  Tossing my purse onto the old, worn couch in the living room, I kicked my shoes off hastily. My bedroom was as I had left it – clothes hanging out of dresser drawers and more clothes heaped on almost every surface. Oh well. The search for the perfect outfit had evidently worked just fine, because now I was in for a big-time payday.

  And I wanted to dream more, to visualize and explore within my mind. Mmm, Mr. Evans. What would that dong look like exposed and out in the open? What would happen when I finally got my hands on it? Would it fit in my mouth?

  My dress fell to the floor, pooling untidily. But who cares? Mr. Evans had me on a roll, and I wanted to play.

  Flopping onto my mattress, my mind filled with images of him again. Dark. Forbidding. Intimidating. And yet devastatingly sexy.

  This is really happening. I just agreed to be the plaything of a billionaire. For money. My first time was going to be with an alpha who ruled the world.

  My hands slithered down my belly. Ooh, that felt good! But it would feel even better when Mr. Evans did it.

  Suddenly, a chirp interrupted my fantasy. What?

  I grumbled and closed my eyes, trying to ignore it. But the damn cell buzzed again, before stopping.

  Good.

  Goodbye, I don’t have time for you.

  And turning back to my reverie, I bit my lip once more, imagining Thorn’s piercing blue eyes and devastating grin. But this time, a sharp knock sounded on my door.

  What the hell?

  Can a girl get a moment to herself?

  Seriously folks. I was having the most exciting sexual encounter of my life right now, an alpha male’s demanding physique burned on my brain.

  But it was too late. Between the phone and the knock, my excitement had dissipated. Grumbling, I reached for a ratty robe and pulled it on.

  “Come!” was my annoyed call. “Door’s open!”

  And Katrina, that sly cat, opened the door, leaning against the jamb. My buddy had full-face makeup on, but not in a good way. It was clear she had slept in it, the mascara and eyeliner smudged for big-time raccoon eyes. Not to mention her hair was a rat’s nest, the blonde strands poking this way and that.

  But did Katrina care?

  No, not at all.

  Instead, my friend loves to gossip and wanted to get the deets.

  “So, tell me all about your swanky new job,” she purred. “You’re gonna be rich now, right?”

  Sighing, I got up, striding into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of cheap, five-dollar wine, I poured a glass for each of us, plopping onto the couch. Might as well get into it. Katrina’s been my best buddy since we were five years old, and we share everything, always. Sometimes too much because I don’t want to know about her geezer boyfriends. But hey. Someone’s gotta listen to these tall tales.

  So I began with a sigh.

  “You’re never going to believe my day today,” were my slow words. “It was like a freakin’ movie.”

  Katrina took a long swig of her wine and leaned back into the couch again.

  “Ooooh, this sounds good. Did you join the mile-high club with a sexy business man?” She stuck out her tongue and wriggled her butt on the ratty cushion.

  Ha ha.

  “No.” Not yet anyways. “It’s even crazier than that. You have to promise you’ll believe me, because it’s totally out of this world.”

  At that, Katrina sat up, expression solemn. Extending her pinky, we twined our fingers together in solidarity.

  “You got it,” she grinned. “I pinky promise. Now tell me, before I pop,” she commanded, getting comfortable on the sofa again.

  I took a deep breath. This story was a thousand times more scandalous than anything we’d ever heard before. It was ten times worse than the threesome Katrina had with two seventy year-olds last year. Because at least the retirees hadn’t paid her.

  But I was getting paid real well. And shamefully, the money didn’t even matter. Again, I would have done it for free. But did Mr. Evans know? Did he care? Or was I just a naïve girl about to make the biggest mistake of my life? And before I knew it, the story burbled out, complete with Katrina’s gasps and squeals. Yep, I’m a scandalous woman now … and loving every minute.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Thorn

  At least, this time the presentation was right. As I stepped onto the tarmac, my eyes took in the surroundings.

  The plane waiting as always, sleek and white, like a great bird descended from the sky. The gangway stairs were already lowered to a black walkway with Elite Air emblazoned in gold letters. No more ratty red carpet, thank god. And a sleek, onyx sculpture had been placed on a pedestal next to the stairs.

  Nice touch, folks.

  This presentation was worthy of Elite Air. It was elegant. Refined. None of that shitty faux movie-star stuff.

  Plus, there was a prize waiting inside. Holly. My cock twitched at the thought of finally seeing her glorious body out of that tight little uniform. What did it look like? Visions had kept me up all night.

  Curvy.

  Round.

  Gorgeous.

  The supervisor nodded as I approached. “Good morning, sir.”

  I nodded back, going up the stairs. Odd. Holly wasn’t at the door to say hello. I growled, eyes surveying the scene.

  Because she better be on this plane. Sure, I had a meeting in Charlotte, but it was bullshit. Who cares if those guys shot each other, and then themselves afterwards? What I really wanted was some private time with my girl.

  Striding to my chair, another growl escaped my throat. Where the fuck was she? The smooth leather taunted me, a cruel substitute for soft, womanly flesh. I grunted, getting antsy.

  Creak.

  And suddenly Holly came into view, carrying a cedar wood tray with rolled white towels and silver tongs. Her hips rocked like the swaying of a giant boat. The fresh scent of her lilac perfume and the unmistakable musty scent of female excitement hit me.

  “Hello, Mr. Evans,” the brunette murm
ured. “Welcome aboard.”

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous. My pulse thundered in my ears. My cock ached already, stiff and ready.

  She bent slightly, lifting one of the towels with silver tongs and extended it toward me. “Please, have a hot towel to help you refresh and relax before takeoff.”

  I accepted the item, rubbing damp, heated fabric over my hands. Shit. White-shoe service was nice, even better when it was done by a beautiful, creaming woman. I handed it back to her. And as our hands grazed, a blush bloomed in her cheeks.

  But Holly recovered fast.

  “Would you like another, Mr. Evans?” Her breathy voice was soft, the girl even panting a little. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

  Because this female was incredibly sweet and innocent with that sassy figure crammed in that stewardess outfit. Shit didn’t get better than this.

  “Please, enjoy the flight,” she murmured, straightening while still holding the tray. That shy smile made my cock pop. “I’ll return once we’re at cruising altitude, Sir.”

  Oh shit, oh shit.

  The “Sir” was what got me.

  The word sounded absolutely right coming from her lips. It’d sound even better when she was tied down and bound up, screaming with ecstasy.

  My balls fucking hurt as the brunette sashayed back down the aisle. Oh shit. I was a goner, and we hadn’t even taken off yet. This was gonna be motherfucking hell until I got into that sweet body.

  The plane taxied down the runway, in line for takeoff. What the fuck was wrong? What was the cause of the delay? Was the president in town again or something? Shit. This fucking sucked.

  I checked my smartwatch and drummed my fingers on the armrest. Finally, the powerful engines roared to life, trembling a bit.

  And then we were off, lifting into the wide blue skies.

  Immediately, my thoughts went to Holly.

  Where was she?

  What was she doing right now?

  Because her responses at our meeting had been charming. Innocent and naïve, but still charming. Oh shit. I was probably with a virgin.

  My dick throbbed at the thought.

  Untouched territory? Holy fuck, that would be amazing. These days, the girls are used by age fourteen, if not earlier. No judgment, I lost my virginity young too.

  But still, virgin status was a treat.

  And after what seemed an eternity, Holly appeared in the aisle once more. This time, she bore a gold tray with a flute of champagne and a small white bowl. Giant breasts bounced in her uniform as she strode toward me. Her lips were full and kissable, slightly glossy under the lights.

  Holy shit.

  Pure temptation right there.

  I leaned backwards in my chair, an emperor on his throne.

  “Sir?” Holly bent down again, extending the tray toward me. “Can I offer you champagne and warm nuts?”

  I grinned, lifting the flute off the tray and taking a sip. Smooth with citrus accents. Velvety yet sharp at once. The alcohol would help me be patient with my newest toy.

  Suspecting nothing, Holly set the bowl of nuts on a small side table at my elbow. And biting her lip, the girl straightened again, all the while holding the tray against her body, just under those magnificent breasts.

  “Sir, is there anything else I can get you?” she breathed.

  Why yes, sweetheart. Funny you’d ask.

  I waved my hand for her to come closer.

  The brunette looked about, her body trembling as she slid the tray onto an empty chair. And slowly, that plump form crouched so that her mouth was right about shoulder level with me.

  Absolutely perfect.

  “So, sweetheart, before we begin your first lesson,” I growled, taking a last sip of my champagne before settling it into the cupholder. “Any final thoughts?”

  Holly took a deep breath, her breasts shuddering. But that dulcet gaze grew firm with resolve, and even confidence. “No, Mr. Evans. I’m ready.”

  “Good,” was my grunt.

  But them her eyes darted away.

  “Sir,” she said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry, one last thing. I just want to make sure we use a condom? I’m not on the pill.”

  My mind screeched to a halt. What the fuck? My big form jerked upright with disbelief.

  “Helena didn’t get you started on birth control?”

  Holly shook her head, her eyes downcast. Her lips puckered. “Well, sort of. I’m scheduled to see the doctor next week, so it’s going to happen. But we were too rushed for this flight. I was only hired recently.”

  What the fuck? Helena, of all the things to screw up? WTF?

  Because Elite Air stewardesses are required to be on birth control. I made that clear when discussing the criteria with the middle aged woman. I wanted someone plump, curvy, with a nice smile, a pretty face, and who was on birth control.

  What was the point of this otherwise?

  I’m a forty five year old alpha who’s never even been tempted to be married. Marriage is right for some guys, no judgment. It’s just not right for me.

  A woman hanging off my arm for life? Hell no. I’d rather freeze in a block of ice first.

  A passel of rug rats underfoot? Hell no.

  So I nodded tightly, clenching my teeth.

  It wasn’t Holly’s fault. Somehow, we had a breakdown in the process, and this is what happens.

  Fuck.

  What now?

  I wanted to plow her. But no birth control? Aw, shit.

  But there are other ways to do the dirty safely. You don’t get to be my age, with my experience, without knowing a couple tricks.

  My blue eyes seized hers.

  “How about pulling out then? You okay with that sweetheart? There are ways to have fun without birth control,” was my low growl.

  She bit her lip.

  “We can’t use condoms?” came her small voice.

  “No,” was my slow reply, never dropping eye contact. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Condoms just don’t do it for me. The latex? The plastic? That shit always stinks to high heaven. Plus, I need to feel sweet, hot cunt wrapped around my dick. Nothing in between. It’s the only way this is gonna work.”

  And the girl took a deep breath then before looking straight at me.

  “Then okay. I’m okay with it if you are. But you promised Mr. Evans. Pull out before it gets messy because even a drop can get me pregnant,” she said seriously, that beautiful face so sweet.

  Aw, yeah. This was the girl for me. Someone dirty yet open-minded, who liked her cocks bareback. We were good to go.

  My cock twitched as I trailed her shoulder lightly with my finger. The girl’s eyes widened, breathing hard although she didn’t move.

  “Take off your uniform, sweetheart. Let me see those plump curves,” came my growl.

  And without any hesitation, the brunette obeyed. Her body quivered as she pulled away and stood, reaching in back to unzip that navy blue dress. Slowly, the fabric loosened, the neckline bowing it fell away from her chest.

  Oh fuck. This was killing me already.

  But Holly was nowhere near done. She slipped the sleeves off, pulling them down her arms, and finally those tits were revealed.

  Well, almost. Her blue bra had bright sparkles, kind of like a gymnast’s outfit. Really? Weren’t fifteen year olds into glitter? More proof that my girl was young and naive.

  I grinned, wondering if her little panties matched.

  Unaware of my thoughts, Holly shimmied the fabric down her hips, her there was a sticking point when the material hit her butt. Oh yeah, that giant ass was being recalcitrant, forcing the girl to wiggle more. But finally, the material acceded, dropping to her feet.

  Did Holly break into a dance?

  Some sinuous, stripper-type thing?

  Naw.

  My girl is innocent.

  Instead, she stood trembling before me like a started deer. That pale, porcelain skin was creamy and smooth, her eyes wide and just a little dazed.

&nb
sp; But we weren’t done yet. Not even close.

  Because with slow hands, the beautiful brunette reached in back and began unhooking her bra.

  “Am… am I doing okay?” she whispered.

  My cock strained against the fabric of my pants painfully. I leaned back into the chair and shifted my pole with one hand. Fuck, that was a little better, but not a lot.

  But no sense in scaring the poor thing. So instead, I smiled.

  “You’re doing wonderful,” was my drawl. “Keep going, pretty baby.”

  And she nodded, eyes cast down. Finally the clasp released, almost bursting from the strain. Holly lifted the cups away and dropped the bra into the chair, big white melons swinging smoothly.

  Now this is the kind of trophy you buy to celebrate.

  Because they were gorgeous, perfect teardrops, full and lush. Despite their weight, they didn’t sag at all, instead bouncy and ripe.

  Aw fuck. I love the young ones.

  With time, maybe they’d become pendulums. But right now, Holly was untouched and youthful.

  Those tits were mine.

  And she knew too. Because those rosy nipples hardened as I watched, pointing straight at me.

  I had to respond.

  The male animal inside was clawing to get out.

  Slowly, I popped the button on my pants, allowing my straining dick more room. Slowly, slowly. My hand rested on my thigh, unmoving.

  “Go on, sweetheart,” was my throaty rasp. “Show me everything.”

  And slowly, the girl obeyed, hands shaking as she gripped the waistband of her blue panties. Oh shit, these had sparkles too. Frankly, it was refreshing, nubile, and innocent compared to the skanky g-strings I was used to seeing. Holly was girlish and new, instead of a used, aging whore at your service.

  And time slowed then. The fabric inched downwards, making my mind scream. Aw shit, I was gonna pop. I was gonna cream right here, without even touching her.

  But finally, the fabric was off. And at long last, I saw the sweet girl’s most private spot. Creamy white skin, plush lips, and a huge clit glistening in the light.