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

by Alexis Angel

  “Oh my God. You’re amazing,” he leans down, kissing the tip of my nose.

  “I told you we just needed a little privacy,” I snicker.

  “Yeah, a couple of times I thought people could see in here,” he glances toward the window.

  “Me too!” I exclaim before asking, “Did you see the two women looking in?”

  “I thought for sure they could see. They were holding their hands up and everything!” He laughs and I giggle, leaning into his arms.

  “What do you want to do now?” I ask.

  “Let’s stay together,” he suggests, and although I’m not sure what that means, I agree.

  Lifting the phone from the receiver, Carter tells Johnny his address and instructs him to take us there. We’ve been going at it for so long that we’re now uptown, not far from where he lives. For the rest of the short ride, I smile in complete bliss, unable to process all that’s happened between us. He is a dream, and I feel like I’m floating on air as we maneuver through the city in complete anonymity, other drivers and pedestrians both unaware of the magic we hold between the two of us.

  When Lola hired me for this, I never thought I could grow such deep feelings for someone, especially not this fast, but I have been smitten with him since we met and now I’m sure that it’s even more. He means the world to me, and our future is something I want to make a real possibility.

  I have to tell him the truth about me, and I need to make sure he doesn’t give in to me without first knowing the truth. I don’t want any secrets between us, no matter what that will mean for me. I have been honest about who I am and I know I must also tell him how I was introduced into his life.

  I can feel his strong feelings for me, from the way he fucks me to the delicacy in how he holds me right now. Leaning down, he kisses the top of my head and inhales deeply, and I’m certain we're both in this together, falling hard.

  I don’t want it to stop, or even slow. It’s the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had. Carter Blaine has been the man of my dreams for years, and now he's the man of my reality. It’s hard to process it all, so I decide to give my thoughts of the future a rest and focus on the present.

  Leaning into his solid chest, I look up at him. The look of sincerity in his eyes and the smirk of happiness on his face makes me sure that I’m making the right decision. He’s worth everything. That I’m sure of.

  Ashley

  The limo pulls to a stop in front of the building Carter is staying at. I look at Carter and smile, all my feelings from the past few weeks right there at the surface. What we just did together in the limo was so unbelievably amazing. A man has never made me feel the way that Carter does. The sex—well, the kinds we’ve had, at least—is out of this world mind-blowing.

  Everything I’ve seen from him has only proved that my original thoughts after I read his file were accurate. He isn’t the guy that everyone sees on TV. He’s not just some chauvinistic player that sees women as a sport. I mean, not when you take him away from the context of the show.

  I know logically that we’re actually on the show right now, but I can also tell that something seems different. I don’t think it’s just me. I think he feels it too. But I’m not one hundred percent sure yet.

  The driver comes to the back of the limo and opens the door for us, and I climb out before Carter. He follows right behind me.

  Standing there in front of Carter’s building is a sort of attractive man dressed in expensively tailored clothes, his hair perfectly arranged and a mega-watt smile on his face. He’s looking right at us. I frown, not sure who this guy is.

  “Chase,” Carter says from over my shoulder, an edge in his voice as he rests his hand on my hip. “What are you doing here?”

  “Well, Carter,” the man—Chase, apparently—says, his smile never faltering. “The network has now forbidden you from having anal sex.”

  What the hell?

  Is this guy for real? Who is he? And why is he talking about anal? It’s like he knows…

  My eyes narrow when Carter’s hand tightens even more, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my hip. Normally I’d like that, especially if he was using that strong grip to guide me up and down that giant monster of a cock. But right now it feels almost like a warning. Or like he’s afraid of what this guy Chase is about to say.

  I cross my arms over my chest.

  “Who the hell are you, and how do you know we just had anal sex?”

  Carter lets out a low laugh, his breath teasing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I turn to look at him from the corner of my eye, and he’s shaking his head, watching me in amusement. But at Chase’s next words, the smile disappears.

  “Oh, we had a camera in the champagne bottle,” he says casually.

  Seriously? He has to be fucking kidding me. But no, he looks dead serious. A camera in the champagne bottle? And here I thought we would be safe from the cameras in the limo. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that anyone watching the live stream might have had a glimpse of me with Carter giving it to me good. In the ass.

  My face turns bright red. Both from embarrassment and from the memory of just how amazing it was.

  “Chase,” Cartier grits out. “What do you mean, no more anal?”

  “Yeah, man, sorry about that,” Chase sighs, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug. “You can’t do it anymore. The clause and all. You know how it goes. They’re playing their trump cards here, dude. Only oral and vaginal sex from here on out.”

  Which actually means just oral. Because we have eight more weeks until Carter can lose his virginity. And I’m not going to let him give in, even though that was the original plan—why I was hired by the network in the first place. It’s going to take everything I have to help him resist, especially if we can no longer do what we just did in the limo.

  “Fuck, Chase,” Carter says. “This is going too far.”

  Chase gives us a semi-sympathetic smile, but I can’t tell if it’s sincere or not.

  “Come on, Ashley. Let’s go upstairs.”

  Carter laces his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand reassuringly, and pulls me past Chase and through the doors of his building, across the elegant lobby, and toward the elevator.

  I think about that conversation the entire way up. Once we’re in Carter’s apartment, I turn to face him. “You need to tell me everything that’s going on.”

  He sighs, raking a hand over his jaw where dark stubble is showing, making my pussy tingle with the thought of what it would feel like scraping across my inner thighs as his mouth worked me over. Chase made a point of saying that oral was still on the table. But right now I want to know why there are these new rules I knew nothing about.

  “Carter? What’s going on? Why can’t we do that anymore? What are these stipulations? There’s something I don’t know. Why has everything changed all of a sudden? This has never been an issue on the show before.”

  He nods, his eyes weary, looking like he’s trying to find the right words. I feel like a bundle of raw nerves. Everything is so confusing, especially all these new feelings I have for him. And he still isn’t saying anything.

  “Look, Carter. You need to talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. I want you. You know that. I care for you. I want to be with you. Why can’t we just be together?”

  I take a deep breath, ready to lay it all on the line. What I’m about to say could go either way, and I have no idea how he’ll respond. But I’ve been backed into a corner. I don’t know everything anymore. There’s more to this than I’ve been let in on.

  “What’s the deal? Just tell me. I have to know. Don’t you love me?”

  Carter

  Oh fuck. I can’t believe she just asked me that. Point blank. And worse, I don’t know how to answer. I’m halfway freaked the fuck out and halfway elated. Because the way she just said that makes it sound like she might feel that way about me. I can’t be sure, but it certainly sounds like a possibility.

  Looking a
t Ashley, all perfect and gorgeous and so fucking sexy as she stands there waiting for my answer, I suddenly know.

  I do.

  I love her.

  I can’t believe it. I never even saw it coming. But it’s true. Even knowing that the network arranged for her to meet me, that they set the whole thing up, I still know that I really and truly love her. Honestly, after all these years of women hounding me, trying desperately to get a piece of me or my money, not really caring about who I am, I never expected to find someone who I could fall in love with.

  Until Ashley. But she doesn’t care about my money. She doesn’t care about my show, or about being the one to get Carter Blaine to give it up. None of that matters to her. She just likes me for me.

  And I’m totally and completely in love with her.

  I take a deep breath, preparing to lay it all out for her.

  “Ashley.” I take a step toward her. “I need to tell you. I know I do. Maybe we should sit down for this.”

  She gives me a dubious look, like she’s afraid I’m about to drop some huge bomb on her, and I kind of am. I don’t think anyone else but Lola, Chase, and the executives at the network know about the two billion dollar financial incentive in the contract.

  Shaking her head, Ashley places a hand on her hip. “I’m fine right here.”

  Her body language screams that she’s on alert, that she’s throwing up walls left and right to brace for what I’m about to say.

  I reach for her anyway. I take her by the shoulders and pull her close. She doesn’t resist, though her gaze is wary.

  “Look. Here’s the deal. When I first signed with ABN, they put a stipulation in my contract. Well, more of an incentive. They thought it would help me agree to sign on for a full season. And they thought it would help me make it to the end of that first season—or at least close.”

  She shakes her head in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

  I know it’s not making much sense, so I try again. “Basically I signed a clause stating that if I remained a virgin for five full years, I would get a bonus of two billion dollars at the end of the five years. Well, guess what—that five years is up in eight weeks. At the close of this season, I stand to make more money at one time than anyone in television history. Unless I have sex before then.”

  She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. She had no idea about the incentive, just as I thought. Of course Lola wouldn’t have told her that when she hired her to seduce me. Why would she give anyone more information than she absolutely had to?

  “Yeah,” I say with an irritated smile, “tell me about it. Apparently no one thought I would make it through one year, much less five. And now they’re freaking out because they’re eight weeks away from the biggest payout ever, and they don’t have it.”

  “Oh my God. Carter, that’s insane.” She shakes her head. “I mean, I always thought you had some kind of superhuman strength or some crazy strong iron will. But this makes sense. No wonder you’ve been content to just sit around and remain a virgin all this time.”

  I reach up and caress her cheek. “Have been,” I say. “Past tense.”

  She searches my face, her gaze questioning. “Past?”

  I nod and press a soft kiss to her lips. “Yeah. Ashley, these last two weeks have been incredible. I never thought I’d meet a woman like you. Hell, I’ve spent five years dating all the ‘most eligible’ women in the country and I haven’t found a single one that compares to you. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

  She's stunned into silence, her mouth falling open, her beautiful blue eyes wide with shock. After a minute she stammers, “You—you have?”

  My mouth quirks up at the corners. “Yeah. I have. And now that two billion dollars doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I couldn’t care less. I know you may not feel the same way, and maybe it’s a mistake to just blurt it out like this, but I want you to know the truth. I love you. And if you want, I’m more than willing to throw all that money away right this minute and have sex with you—to show you just how much I love you. The money means nothing to me compared to you.”

  Ashley reaches up and laces her fingers around my neck, and I lower my mouth to hers in a kiss that shows her how everything I just said was completely true. I pour out all my feelings into the kiss, worshipping her, showing her how special she is. Hoping that she feels even a little bit the same way.

  When I pull back, tears are streaming down her gorgeous face, and she’s laughing in disbelief. A happy laugh. An ecstatic laugh. Like everything she could've wanted has just been spread out before her.

  “Carter,” she says softly, reaching up to run her palm over my jaw, tracing the line of it and brushing across my lips. I kiss her fingertips, causing her to smile again. She shakes her head as if she’s trying to clear it.

  Then she gives me the most brilliant smile and says the four words that totally rock my world.

  “I love you, too.”

  Ashley

  I can’t believe he said those three special words to me, but what’s even more shocking is that I feel the same way for him. I guess I admitted it to myself on the way here, but now it’s real because I know he feels the same. This is more than a theory or idea now. I don’t have to guess how he feels, and that feels even better.

  Oh my, Carter Blaine just told me he’s falling in love with me. How did this even happen? Thinking back to first seeing him in that strip club, I feel all of the emotions rush through me, and I’m overwhelmed with a sense of desire to please him.

  Our eyes are locked in an intimate stare, and although I want to beg him to take me in that moment, I also don’t want to end this special moment. My heart is full as I look deeply into his blue eyes, a warmth growing deep in my belly, as my pussy clenches with a lustful hunger that seems endless.

  We’ve just finished and I already want more of him. I’m growing addicted to him and I actually like the feeling. I enjoy the nonstop yearning, my incredible insatiability always wanting more of him. And it’s not a simple hunger, it’s a famine, deep down in my soul. I crave him.

  Standing before him, I already miss him, desperately wanting him closer, deeper, stronger, and more intertwined with me. I’m so wrapped up in everything about him, it’s difficult to even breathe due to the sensations running throughout my body. My skin feels electric, and when Carter reaches over to touch my cheek with the backs of his fingers, I feel a surge rush through me.

  He's so handsome, so sexy it’s almost too much to bear. His structured jaw and beautifully blue eyes are the most intoxicating I’ve ever seen. I can’t imagine how he feels about me, but I'm over the moon in love with him, and admitting it just makes me feel free, and strangely wanton.

  Pressing my lips to his, I tell him how much I love him with my tongue, as it dances alongside his. We are exchanging our passion, expressing our love without saying a word. There’s so much emotion between us, it feels like we’re in our own world, and I just need to feel him release. I need to push him to his limit.

  Pulling away, I trail kisses across his jaw before grazing him with my teeth. I can tell from the audible breath escaping him that he likes it. Moving my mouth down his neck, I kiss and tease him with my tongue, sprinkling juicy marks as I trail further.

  Unbuttoning his shirt, I kiss his bare chest, leading to his small nipples, and down past his navel until I’m at his waistband.

  “What are you doing?” he quizzes, although he surely knows the answer as I lower to my knees.

  “You know what I’m doing, Carter,” I smirk at him.

  “Well, take that off,” he says before biting his bottom lip in the way that drives me crazy.

  “Why?” I shoot back, confused by his request.

  “Because I love your body, and I want to see it while you’re sucking me off. Plus, I want to eat you the second you finish,” he answers looking directly into my eyes.

  Without a word I comply, ripping my dress off over my head, and reaching behind me to unclas
p my bra before flinging it across the room.

  “Is that better?” I tease, now on the floor in front of him completely naked.

  “Much better,” he assures me.

  Unbuckling his pants, I struggle with his pants button before freeing his anaconda of a cock. As he falls free, I catch his heavy length in my hand and sigh in a mix of relief and satisfaction. I’m so happy to have him but also anxious to finally taste him.

  Licking the shaft of his member with the flat of my tongue, I watch as he shifts his weight from one foot to the next, preparing himself for me. Taking the tip of my tongue, I lick the base of his cock before leaning between his legs to take both of his balls into my mouth. Carter spreads his legs further, making room for me as I massage him with my tongue.

  “Suck them,” he groans, and I balance myself on my knees to gently suck his balls, careful not to touch his sensitive area with my teeth.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. Now put my cock in your mouth,” he growls and I move around so that I’m directly in front of him again. He’s taller than me, so on my knees I'm the perfect height for blowing him. His cock falls right at my eye level as I lean forward to take him in my mouth before quickly dropping him. Again, I take his dangerously erect member into my mouth, and again I stop almost immediately.

  “Suck me, Ashley,” he pleads, and I must admit I like the sound of the begging in his voice. He’s usually so dominating and commanding, any change in that is always a shock and welcomed change for me.

  Instead of doing what he asks, I decide to torture him a bit more. By now he can tell what I’m doing and he seems to be both amused and annoyed by my constant need to build him up, but delayed gratification can be fun, and it makes him cum like a geyser. So, I take him deep into my throat this time, letting him hit the back of my throat. He groans loudly when I hum with his cock in my throat, the sensation causing his cock to vibrate a little.

  And then I slide him out of my mouth again. His eyes drop down to me and I glare back up at him, challenging him with every ounce of willpower I have as he looks on with a vicious lust. The truth is, I’m dying to suck him off as much as he wants to feel my warm, wet tongue sliding up and down the length of his steel rod. I have to slow myself for both of us, because I want to savor the moment, and although he doesn’t know it yet, he’ll thank me for it later.