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

by Alexis Angel

  Sighing, I push open the glass door of my destination, then follow a maze of hallways that lead to a stairwell that opens up to a giant ballroom. This is my life. Wishing it were different is pointless.

  “Mr. Brightman,” my assistant greets me, clipboard in hand. “Everything is all set. The last girl just arrived. Ready to get started?”

  I glance around the dim room, the white tablecloth tables scattered in front of a stage, wealthy men scattered around drinking cocktails and eating overpriced gourmet appetizers.

  “Let’s do this,” I say, snagging a bottle of Scotch from the bar before settling into a table at the back of the room. I may or may not bid on a girl tonight, but I always come to the auctions, staking out the scene from the shadows, making sure my business is operating just how it should. When you deal in such delicate matters, you can’t trust it to just anyone.

  I pour myself a finger of the amber liquid, then knock it back as Celine’s sweet face floats in my mind again. I have a feeling I’ll be going home alone tonight. If she does happen to call me, I don’t want some girl there in the way.

  The emcee of the event makes his way onstage, going through his usual speech. But the men here know the drill. None of them are new to this. Still, part of the fun is the show. The experience.

  When he’s done talking, a line of beautiful young girls parade out onto the stage, lining up in their evening dresses as if it’s a beauty pageant. Each one hoping to go home with the prize.

  I shake my head and wonder for the millionth time how the fuck I got this deep in this shit. They have no clue what they’re doing. How this could mess them up, haunt them for the rest of their lives.

  I pour another drink as the emcee begins to introduce the girls, barely paying attention. Until he gets to the end of the line.

  “Celine,” he says smoothly. “Eighteen years old.”

  My head snaps up from where I’m staring into my glass.

  No fucking way.

  But there she is. My sweet, shy girl from the 6 Train. Standing on my stage smiling out at the crowd of horny bastards just waiting for a chance to take her home.

  I grind my teeth so hard I’m afraid they’ll be reduced to dust. What the hell is she doing here?

  Auctioning her virginity?

  I rake my hand through my hair, agitation taking over me as the crowd murmurs over her. Of course they fucking do. She’s gorgeous. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Exactly what they come for.

  She’s going to go to the highest bidder, and she’s going to command quite the price. I know this.

  And it makes me come unhinged.

  I sit on the edge of my seat for the next hour, trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to be okay with some bastard going home with this girl. Trying to understand why I care so much. This is what I do. It’s my job. It’s business. I never get involved emotionally. Or really think too hard about what I’m doing, if I’m honest.

  But with her? I can’t handle it. I want her for myself. And not as a prize because I bid the highest. I’m not even sure why. I just know that I saw something in her eyes on the train. Something innocent and hopeful. Something that reminded me of myself once upon a time. And I don’t want to kill that.

  By the time the emcee gets back down to the end of the line, nearly twenty girls have been sold to the highest bidder. He stops in front of Celine.

  “And our lovely Celine. Quite the prize.”

  I bristle at his choice of words, a surge of protectiveness rising in me. But what am I supposed to do? I can’t just go up on stage and pull her down, tell her she can’t do this. She signed up for it.

  The bidding starts, climbing rapidly and shockingly high, and my agitation builds along with it.

  When the bids slow, and it’s just down to two men, I can’t take it anymore. I stand up from my seat and call out, “Five hundred thousand dollars.”

  Celine

  A murmur goes through the crowd as my jaw nearly hits the floor. What just happened? I thought it was insane that these men were approaching two hundred thousand dollars in their bids. I never imagined that kind of scenario when I signed up for this. But half a million dollars?

  I can’t even wrap my head around that. And half of it will be mine?

  Even the emcee seems flustered. “Mr. Brightman?” he asks, as if he’s unsure what’s going on.

  “You heard me,” a clear voice states from the shadowy back of the room.

  I swallow hard. This has suddenly become all too real. Before, terrifying as it was, it was still kind of abstract. Now, this man that I can’t see has actually bid on me. And won, apparently.

  I’ll be going home with him. Having sex with him. Losing my virginity to him.

  I feel lightheaded, and my ears are roaring as blood rushes through my body. My knees feel weak, and I swear I’m about to fall out on the floor.

  “Very well then,” the emcee says, then turns to me just like he did all the women that went before me. “Celine? You’ll be accompanying Mr. Brightman this evening.”

  Accompanying. How quaint. I force a smile and step forward, squinting my eyes, trying to see into the shadows.

  A tall man steps forward, slim but strong, and my stomach flips, my breath coming fast.

  I lick my lips, not sure how to act.

  He steps into the light, and my whole world seems to shift.

  “Wes?” I whisper, my hand flying to my mouth. I’m embarrassed. Humiliated. And also strangely relieved in a way I don’t quite understand.

  He gives me that smirk, but his eyes are troubled. “Celine.”

  Reaching a hand toward me, Wes helps me down the three steps in front of the stage. Good thing, because I feel like I might collapse.

  “I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear as he laces his fingers through mine and leads me back to the table he was sitting at.

  His voice is comforting, reassuring. As if he can tell how out far out of my depth I am. He pulls out a plush velvet chair and guides me into it, then gestures for something. A waitress I didn’t notice from the stage appears out of nowhere to pour me a glass of champagne. That’s when I notice all the other girls that were on stage are now being wined and dined by the men who bought them.

  Hands down, this is the weirdest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. And that’s saying something. Growing up on a farm in Kansas was full of weird shit.

  I shake my head, daring to lift my eyes to Wes. “What is going on here?”

  He stares at me, his eyes slightly narrowed. “I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing auctioning off your virginity?”

  The last part comes out as more of a hiss, and suddenly I’m thrown on the defensive. “Who are you to ask me that? You’re here buying it.” Gone is the shy girl who could barely form a sentence when I sat with him on the train. Now I’m just indignant. Who is he to judge me? He doesn’t know the first thing about me.

  As if he can see what I’m thinking, his gaze softens and he reaches for my hand again.

  I can’t deny the spark of awareness that hits me at his touch, the searing zing that shoots up and down my spine. I’d be crazy not to notice how sexy this man is. Hell, I noticed it plenty on the train. But now, it’s different. I’m hyper-aware of the fact that this crazy hot man has every intention of having sex with me tonight.

  And though the idea was terrifying just moments ago, the tingles he’s sending through my body as he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb makes me think it might not be that bad.

  Who am I kidding? I’m pretty sure that sex with Wes would be mind-blowing. That thing I said earlier? About the first time being bad and just needing to get it over with? Scratch that. Because I don’t think it would be anything like that with him.

  He shocks the hell out of me when he says, “Celine, you don’t have to have sex with me. That’s not why I bid on you.”

  I’m not sure if I should be insulted or relieved. “What you do mean?”

  “Just that you are obv
iously doing this for a reason. But I can also see that it’s the last thing you want to do. So I’m giving you an out.”

  I press my lips together, my eyes burning. “I need the money, Wes.” That’s a bitch to admit, but it’s true.

  “You’ll get your money.”

  “You bid half a million dollars,” I say, stunned. “And you’re willing to pay that even if you don’t get what you paid for.”

  He smiles. “I’ll make you a deal. Come home with me tonight. We can just hang out. Watch a movie or something. Then we’ll go get that coffee tomorrow, and you can tell me all about that screenwriting program.” He shrugs. “After that, we’ll see. We’ll take it day by day.”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing. He wants to pay half a million dollars to basically date me? Without the guarantee of sex?

  And what’s even crazier is that I feel disappointed.

  Wes

  Celine’s laughter is contagious. I’ve learned this in the last few days. She’s also crazy funny.

  “You really should consider comedy,” I tell her, as she tells a story with such perfect timing that I can just see her writing scripts for sitcoms.

  “Now who’s being funny,” she teases, bumping her shoulder against mine as we eat takeaway Chinese on my couch in my penthouse.

  Things are just that easy between us. True to my word, I didn’t make her hold up her end of the contract. We haven’t had sex. But it’s been right at the front of my mind every single day I’ve spent with her this week. Which is every day.

  I want her. Badly. But I’m also enjoying getting to know her. Something I don’t take the time to do. And I’m finding that it’s fun, this whole dating thing. At least it is with her. She’s just as amazing as I suspected.

  We finish up dinner, and I carry everything into the kitchen to throw it out and grab a bottle of wine.

  Celine follows me into the kitchen, but when I top off her glass, she just sets it down on the marble countertop and turns to me.

  “Wes,” she begins, nerves evident in the shake of her voice.

  “What is it?” I ask, setting my own glass down and pulling her toward me, resting my hands on the curve of her hips.

  She relaxes into me as if we’ve been doing this forever, as if she’s totally comfortable with me. “I think we need to talk about this.”

  “This?” I pretend I don’t know what she means.

  “Us.”

  And fuck, I love the sound of that. Never thought that was something I’d want to hear. But from Celine, it sounds like something I’ve been missing out on.

  “What about us?” I ask, pulling her closer.

  She bites her lip, and I want to kiss the worried expression right off her face. Even though I’ve yet to even kiss her. Another first. I want her to know that I don’t expect anything from her other than what I said.

  She blows out a breath. “I want to give you my virginity.”

  My eyebrows fly up. “We talked about this. You don’t owe me anything.”

  She fixes her gaze on me, the shy girl nowhere to be seen tonight. “I said I want to.”

  “We can do that. When you’re ready.”

  “Tonight,” she says.

  And fuck, I’m instantly hard. It’s taken everything in me not to strip this girl down and toss her on my bed and fuck her brains out yet. And here she is offering it up to me.

  I can’t argue with that.

  Lifting a hand to her face, I push her hair back, trailing my hand down the long column of her neck, past her collarbone to the dip between her tits. I watch her face the whole time, loving how her mouth drops open, how her chest heaves as her breath catches.

  I dip my head down, needing to taste those lips that have tempted me for days. I brush my mouth across hers, lightly at first, feeling her fingers tighten and dig into my shoulder.

  She sighs, and I nearly come undone at the sweetness of it. This girl has me acting like I’ve never acted before. Wanting to make this special for her. But I also have a real need to just drive right into her and take what I want.

  That need takes hold, and I deepen the kiss, dipping into her warm mouth with my tongue, thrusting against hers in a preview of what I intend to do to her pussy.

  She moans, kissing me back, and I scoop her up and carry her into my bedroom.

  “I’m going to make you cum, Celine. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and make you cum all over my hand. And when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you with my mouth and make you cum all over my face. And when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to fuck your pussy and make you cum all over my cock.”

  Her eyes widen as she stares at me in shock, but I know she likes the way I’m talking to her because those eyes are full of desire, and I can see her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her shirt.

  I grin. “You like that, don’t you? When I talk dirty. You want me to make you cum, baby?”

  “Yes,” rips from her throat on a strangled gasp.

  Hell yeah.

  Setting her on my bed, I wrap her legs around my waist and just kiss her. Enjoying the way our tongues play against each other.

  But soon it’s not enough. For her either. She fumbles with the buttons of my shirt until she has them all undone, spreading my shirt and running her hands all over my chest, exploring.

  She drives me so wild I almost forget that she’s never done this before. But then she’s tugging at my pants as well, an urgency taking over her.

  I chuckle against her lips. “Aren’t you the eager one?”

  She nods, mumbling, “Want you. Need you.”

  I groan as her hand finds its way down and wraps around my cock. “Fuck, Celeste. You make me so crazy. I want you so bad.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Well, okay then. I pull back and stare at her for a minute. Gorgeous.

  Slowly, I pull her shirt up and over her head, then unzip her pants and tug them down over her hips, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Pink lace. Sweet. Just like her.

  Then because I promised I’d make her cum again and again, I get to it, dipping my thumb into her panties and dragging it through her folds. She’s soaked. For me.

  I groan as I continue to stroke her, circling her clit gently until she’s writhing on the bed in front of me. I push her down onto her back and peel the panties from her, returning immediately to her perfect pussy.

  “You ready for this, baby?” I ask, wanting her to be prepared. When I look up at her face, I expect there to be some apprehension, but all I see is straight up lust and need.

  “Please,” she begs.

  All I need to hear. I press a finger into her slick heat, and it slips right in because she’s So. Fucking. Wet.

  A gasp flies from her mouth as she wiggles on the bed. Gently, I push in further, massaging and caressing her velvet walls, loving how her eyes flutter closed and her needy whimper floats through the air.

  I continue circling her clit, then add a finger, slowly thrusting in and out as I finger fuck her, just like I told her. She’s so tight. So tight. I can’t wait to bury my cock in that tight heat. But first I have to get her ready for me.

  Reaching up to her tits, I flick her nipple, then lower my head and suck on it through the lacy bra. She arches against me, panting, and I bite down gently. That does it. She explodes, her pussy gripping my fingers, convulsing around them as I continue to pump into her while she cums.

  Celine looks at me with wide eyes when I finally withdraw my fingers. With a smirk, I lift them to my mouth and suck them until I’ve licked every bit of her sweetness off them.

  Her eyes go even darker. She likes it. My sweet little virgin has a naughty side that she’s just discovering. And I’m ready to show her just how naughty we can get.

  Celine

  This is exactly where I want to be. For days I’ve wondered if I was going to get anything more from Wes than fun dates and conversation. It’s been making me crazy. The lon
ging I have for him is totally unexpected. But I want him. And he’s finally giving me what I’ve been craving.

  I watch as he sucks me off his fingers, ridiculously turned on by what he’s doing. Holy hell, that’s hot. But I miss the feeling of him inside me, and I squirm, wanting more. “Please, Wes.” I don’t even care that I’m begging. “More.”

  That sexy smirk crosses his face, and he leans in, kissing me hungrily as he removes my bra, leaving me completely exposed to him. I swallow the nerves, letting the anticipation take over as he removes the last of his clothing, baring himself to me too.

  I suck in a breath, both excited and nervous about how big he is. Is that thing even going to fit? I don’t know how, but I’m willing to find out.

  My hips buck toward him, my body instinctively knowing what I need.

  But he shakes his head. “Not yet.”

  I sit up in frustration, and he laughs again. “Lie down, baby. Didn’t I tell you I was going to fuck you with my mouth.”

  My pussy clenches again at his words, and I can feel myself get wetter. Who knew that such a filthy mouth was so hot? I could listen to him talk to me like that all day.

  I lay back like he said, gripping the sheets in my fists as he spreads me wide. Then he dives in, seeming to enjoy what he’s doing as much as I enjoy him doing it. So, so good. The sensations rolling through my body feel like a buzzing energy, building to a burn that threatens to set my whole body on fire. He drags his tongue all over my pussy, sucking my clit, thrusting his tongue into my folds. And when he clamps down over me, licking me with abandon, all that energy explodes like a hundred bolts of lightning, bright light and colors flashing behind my eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure ravages my body.

  I can’t breathe. I’m liquid. Boneless. Suspended in a state of ecstasy. This is what I’ve been missing out on?

  “Yeah?” Wes says. Apparently, it’s written all over my face.

  “Oh yeah. Can we just do this forever? I need to make up for lost time.”

  That rumbling laugh tickles my clit, and another aftershock quakes my body. “Sounds good to me. I could eat your pussy forever, baby. Tastes so good.”