First Comes Love: A Billionaires, Brides, and Babies Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Oh, I don’t like—”

  “Yes, you do. You’ll like this one,” I insist, pouring something for me as well.

  Yeah, I just grabbed the most fucking expensive bottle I have around. But so what? It’s not like women like this walk inside my bar everyday.

  Besides, what’s the point in owning a bar if you can’t splurge every now and then?

  Slowly, she takes the glass to her lips, then drinks a little.

  “Ugh,” she groans, looking like she just drank oil mixed with sand.

  “C’mon!” I laugh, taking the whiskey out of her hands and replacing it with a sweet strawberry liqueur. “You disappoint me.”

  “Much better.” She smiles, taking a sip out of the liquor. Her eyes never leave mine as she drinks it, and I can’t help but wonder about the woman right in front of me.

  “What’s your story?”

  “My story? There’s not much to tell. I work at the hospital, and…well, that’s it.”

  “Jesus, what an interesting life you lead,” I tell her, leaning over the counter.

  Our fingers brush for a moment and, right before she pulls her hand back, I feel electricity crackling under my skin. I don’t know what it is about her, but I feel drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

  “Let me guess—you’re a doctor.”

  “Yeah. Surgeon.”

  “Oh. No wonder you don’t have a life. But I get it—it wasn’t exactly easy, setting this place up, you know?” I tell her, waving my hand at the large room we’re in. “For the first five years I was in business, I think I was actually living under this counter,” I continue, slapping my hand against the polished wood counter while I smile at her.

  “So, a workaholic like me?” she asks me, the shape of a bright smile on her lips.

  Fucking hell, I’m actually struggling right now—all I want is reach across the counter, pull her into me, and crush my mouth on hers.

  “Nah, not a workaholic. I like to think of myself as driven.”

  “Makes two of us then,” she agrees, and I start noticing her slowly opening up to me.

  She’s not the most social of women, that much I’ve realized, but still…being around her feels like sitting in front of a fireplace during winter: you just can’t move away.

  “Boyfriend? Husband?” I ask her, and I immediately feel like a fucking tool.

  Am I seriously asking her these lameass questions? Seriously, what’s wrong with me? I’m used to pulling tail easily, but it seems that Dr. Beautiful has somehow reigned in my inner Casanova.

  “No.” She shakes her head, her eyes still locked on mine. For a couple of seconds, we remain in silence, simply staring into each other’s eyes. The temperature in the room rises, my heart picks up the pace, and I feel my cock coming to life between my legs.

  Before I can stop myself, nine dangerous words leave my lips.

  “What do you say we get out of here?”

  Three

  Samantha

  Stop.

  Seriously, let’s stop for a minute so I can gather my thoughts. This can’t be happening, right? Am I seriously leaving the bar in the company of a stranger? Am I seriously going to let this guy drive me to God knows where?

  Well...seems like it, doesn’t it?

  “I don't do this kind of stuff, you know?” I find myself saying as I sit inside his sports car, placing both my hands on top of my knees and looking down at my feet.

  My cheeks are burning, and I can’t even muster the courage to look him in the eye. Why am I feeling this embarrassed right now?

  “What kind of stuff?” he asks me, genuinely confused. “We’re not robbing a bank. You know that, don’t you?”

  “It’s not that…” I start, trying to look for the right words. “It’s just that—”

  “You don’t want me to judge you,” he finishes my sentence, doing it more perfectly than I could’ve ever done.

  He’s right—I don’t want him to judge me just because I got inside a car within a few minutes of getting to know him. Between you and me, this is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. What this is, I’m still not sure.

  “Look,” he continues, reaching for me and gently placing one hand under my chin. He makes me turn to the side, and my gaze meets his. “I’m not going to judge you for anything…and if someone ever judges you, that’s because they’re fucking losers. You’re the most beautiful woman that has ever stepped foot inside my bar. You’re a successful surgeon, and the rest….well, it’s just fucking peanuts. So, hold your head high, yeah?”

  “Thank you,” I manage to say, not exactly knowing what to respond.

  Yeah, he’s absolutely right about it…but I can’t say I’m used to having a handsome man like him trying to boost my self-confidence. But, hey, he sure as hell seems to have a talent for it, because the next words that leave my mouth are so out-of-character that I can’t even recognize myself.

  “Do you know where The Bradford is? I live there, and it’s just right around the corner.”

  Yup—I crossed that imaginary line, the one separating the old Sam from the brave and fearless one—the Sam that can already imagine herself waking up in bed with a stranger by her side.

  Well, as long as that stranger is Brad, that’s fine with me. I mean, have you looked at him? Tall, built like a Greek marble statue, and with the most delicious grin I’ve ever seen.

  Not to mention that he has his manliness perfectly counterbalanced by a deep-seated kindness—a perfect gentleman, if there has ever been one. I just hope he’s not a gentleman inside the bedroom.

  Oh my god, did I actually think that? I sooo need to get laid.

  We arrive at The Bradford five minutes later, and he parks the car right in front of the entrance. By the time we get there, it’s started raining heavily, the rain pattering down on the pavement hard, the sound of it a constant drumming.

  I’m about to leave the car, my hand already on the door’s handle, when I notice two people standing right in front of the building’s entrance. Narrowing my eyes to see past the rain, I immediately recognize Emilia and Evan.

  These two have been dating—at least it sure as hell seems like it, judging by the way they look at each other whenever they’re in the same room. But it doesn’t look like they’re being romantic toward each other right now. In fact, it looks exactly like the opposite.

  “...after everything, Emilia? How can you even say that?” Evan says, his voice coming at me loud and clear despite the sound of the rain.

  Yeah, these two are having an argument—and not a nice one, judging by the look on Emilia’s face. Even though the rain has plastered her hair to her face, I swear she’s crying.

  “You don’t understand. It’s not as easy as that, Evan. You just can’t wish for things to be exactly like you want them to be!” she shouts, her voice a blend of anger and sadness. Jesus, what the hell is going on?

  “So, that’s it, huh?” Evan asks her, and Emilia simply nods sadly.

  “That’s it.”

  With that, Evan turns on his heels and storms off, walking down the street like a man hell-bent on punching everything and everyone. Getting back inside the building, Emilia ambles through the reception hall like a woman whose soul has just departed her body.

  “Friends of yours?” Brad asks me, looking at me curiously.

  “My neighbors.”

  “Well, seems like your neighbors have just broken up,” he whispers.

  “Seems like it,” I mutter, wondering what the hell has just happened.

  These two had such chemistry…wasn’t that enough? Are they giving up on their chance at love just because they can’t see eye-to-eye? I know I’ve done that in the past—and god knows how many times I’ve allowed happiness to pass me by just because I was too blind, too focused on work and whatnot.

  But tonight…tonight’s going to be different.

  Tonight, I’m going to be a better Sam.

  “Care to see my bedroom?”
I ask Brad, my heart throwing a fit inside my chest.

  Sweet mercy, I’m so dizzy I think I’m about to pass out. What if he says no? What if he’s having second thoughts? After all, I’m not that interesting and—

  “Lead the way.”

  Four

  Brad

  I don’t even know if we turn right or left, or if the elevator’s going up and down. To be honest with you, right I now, I don’t know anything at all. All I’m aware of is that the moment she opens her apartment door, it’s fucking on.

  And it isn’t because of me.

  One foot inside her apartment, and she turns to me and grabs me by the shirt. She pulls me into her, and I have no other option but to lean in and kiss her—not that I wanted to have any other option, mind you.

  And fuck, the way she kisses, the way she tastes…yeah, this is so much better than what I had imagined. Her lips taste of ripe strawberries, and I can’t help but take my hands to her ass right away.

  I squeeze it hard, pulling her into me, and that’s enough to turn my cock into a fucking steel rod. I’m so hard right now that I’m actually half-surprised my cock still hasn’t ripped its way out of my pants.

  Before I even know what the fuck I’m doing, I have my hands on her hips, and I’ve pushed her back against the wall. Moving fast, I go down on one knee, my hands sliding down the side of her body.

  “What are you doing?” she whispers, her tone betraying her excitement.

  “What do you think I’m doing?” I ask her, slowly moving my hands from her knees and up her legs.

  As my fingers move underneath the hem of her dress, I notice her trembling slightly, and I swear I can almost feel the electricity running through her body. Before I know it, my fingertips are brushing against the drenched fabric of her thong.

  Sweet fucking mercy, I swear…I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to taste a woman as much as I want to taste her right now. But why settle on the want, when I can actually do it?

  Grabbing her thong, I yank it down her legs and, with a swift movement of my right hand, I lift her dress up. I take a second to enjoy the sigh of her pink pussy lips, and then I just dive into her, parting my lips and pressing them over her wetness.

  Slowly, using my tongue to take her flavor in, I then wrap my lips around her clit and gently suck it in. Circling her clit with my tongue, I take my index finger to her pussy and use it to part her inner lips. Taking my time, I start easing two fingers in, her pussy growing tighter with each inch of her body I conquer.

  “This is just the warm-up—you know that, right?” I tease her, taking a second to pull back from her pussy and look up at her. She throws me a half-baked smile, and then simply goes berserk.

  “Oh, just shut up and keep at it,” she moans, burying her fingers in my hair and forcing me to crush my mouth against her pussy again. Jesus, for a woman as shy as she seemed to be, she sure brings the heat when it comes to sex.

  Sometimes, all a woman needs is someone to tell her that yes, it’s okay to let loose and act crazy. Because, really, who doesn’t love acting crazy when the subject is pleasure?

  Don’t bother answering, it’s a rhetorical question—and I’m too busy right now to hear your answer. Sorry, that’s just the way it goes.

  Still devouring her, I close my eyes and surrender to the moment, her taste acting on my brain faster than any drug would ever do. Yeah, screw drugs—this woman is the only thing I need in my life.

  Oh, man, am I already fucking addicted to her? If I am, it sure is the sweetest addiction anybody could ever have. Sign me up for a daily dosage of this—hell, make it an hourly dosage.

  “So good…so good,” she repeats over and over again, her voice nothing but a purr.

  Swaying her hips, she presses her pussy tight against my mouth, forcing me to go even more viciously. Not one to disappoint a lady, that’s exactly what I do—both my fingers and tongue up the tempo, and next thing I know, her moaning has turned into full blown screaming.

  Just the way I like it.

  “OH MY GOD!” She finally lets it out, the sound of her voice bouncing off the walls and coming back to me in full force.

  I’m not sure how thick the walls of her apartment are, but if I had to bet, I’d say that the neighbors must have a pretty clear image of what’s going on in here. Well, let them be jealous then.

  “That was just the warm-up, remember?” I tell her as I slowly slide my fingers out of her pussy.

  Going back up to my feet, I take my hands to her shoulders and pull the straps of her dress down her arms. I only stop when her dress is bunched up at her feet, and then I remove the last piece of clothing on her body—the bra.

  “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, the words leaving my mouth before I even know what the hell I’ve just said.

  And it’s the truth, you know? I’ve fucked so many women I’ve lost count, but none like Samantha. There’s something about her—it’s like she has this fucking seductive aura.

  “And I want to be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever fucked,” she adds, and there’s so much blood rushing to my cock right now that I’m actually surprised I haven’t fucking passed out.

  Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my entire life.

  “Let’s take care of that then, shall we?” I grin, and then I just pick her up from the floor and into my arms. “Now, where the hell’s the bedroom?”

  Five

  Samantha

  This isn’t sex. This is pure magic.

  Sorry if I’m being corny right now, but this...whatever this is, it goes beyond pure sex. The way he works on my body, the way he kisses and holds me…oh my god, I don’t even know how to put it into words.

  As he drops me on top of the bed, I turn into a ferocious animal and simply grab him; with both my hands on his shirt, I yank on it and force all the buttons to pop out, scattering them all around the floor. I push the shirt down his shoulders, and then I take his belt off and push his pants down.

  Wanting the same thing as I do, he kicks off his shoes in a hurry, throwing them to a corner of the room and then steps out of his pants.

  For a second, I almost think my heart has stopped beating. You see, my eyes have found the bulging shape hiding under his boxers, and it’s so damn big that I’m not even sure if my brain can process it.

  Oh, I want him inside of me, and I want it now.

  Clawing at his boxers, I push them down his legs and then don’t waste a single breath; I just lean forward and roll my lips down his length, forcing myself to go all the way down, only stopping when my lips are pressed tight against the skin at the root of his huge member.

  Bobbing my head back and forth, I only stop when I taste his pre-cum. Then, not wanting the party to be over so soon, I take my mouth out of his cock.

  “Fuck, where have you been all of my life?” he asks me, his words so genuine that I don’t even know how to answer his question. So, instead of responding with words, I decide to let my body do the talking. Rolling to the side of the mattress, I go on all fours and wiggle my ass at him, inviting him in.

  “I’m right here,” I purr as he places one hand on my hips, using the other to angle his cock down, its tip now pressed against my pussy.

  Not wanting to waste a single moment, I don’t even wait for him to thrust; I just move my ass back in a hurry, forcing him to slide all of his length inside of me with a single movement.

  “OH, GOD!”

  Honest to God, if you ask me my name right now, I seriously doubt I’d be able to give you a proper answer.

  You think I’m overreacting? Well, in that case, you just never experienced what I’m feeling right now. The way his cock fills me up…oh, it’s more than perfect. A litter of kittens sliding down a rainbow wouldn’t be as perfect as this, let me tell you.

  “You’re so…fucking…tight,” he groans as he starts to thrust, his hips moving at the same rhythm as mine. Our bodies are in complete
sync, each of our movements like a well-coordinated dance.

  I know I’ve already told you this, but I’m not the kind of woman that does one-night-stands. The only kind of one-night-standing I do is at work, and that’s because I spend my nights on my feet, working my ass off. But seriously, being with Brad right now makes me think I sure as hell have been missing out!

  Oh, I think I like this new Samantha.

  “Harder!” I beg of him, and he doesn’t hesitate. He rams his whole cock inside of me over and over again, the sound of his hips slapping my ass the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

  It doesn’t take long before I start feeling a maddening pressure inside of me, almost as if my soul was about to explode. Except, when I finally come, it’s not only my soul that explodes…

  It’s my soul, my body, and my mind.

  I let out a vicious scream—one loud enough to shatter glass—and then I just fall face down on the mattress.

  “We’re not done yet,” I hear him say, and that’s enough to bring me back to life.

  Sitting up, I turn to him and push him down on the mattress. Then I climb on top of him and ease his cock deep inside of me. With my fingernails buried into his naked chest, I start riding him as furiously as I can, beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.

  “I want you…I want you to come,” I tell him, looking straight into his eyes as I feel his cock pulsing hard against my inner walls.

  “If I come…you come,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine, and then he just thrusts as hard as is humanly possible.

  “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I shout at the top of my lungs as thunder and lightning explode inside my head. At the same time, I feel his warm seed filling me up, each spasm of his cock feeding the storm that’s raging inside my head.

  “Fuck,” he groans, his fingers buried in my ass cheeks.

  We stay like that for a long time, our bodies lost in an ocean of pleasure, and then I just roll to the side, breathing so hard that I can’t even speak.