Beauty and the Billionaire_A Bad Boy Romance Collection

by Cassandra Bloom

  He stroked her shoulders and rubbed her neck. He smoothed down her arms to her hands and back up. The gentlest pressure on her shoulders gave her an undeniable command to lean forward. She lay down across the gas tank.

  The bike whispered its feral growl into her blood. She couldn’t resist its hypnotic voice. It vibrated her bones and spoke to her engorged tissues to rise and meet it.

  He ran his fingertip around her waistband. That’s when she remembered the awful truth. She’d left her panties on his office floor. He would find them when he went into work tomorrow morning. He would keep them in his pocket all day long, and he would remember her here, exposed and powerless with his raging machine between her legs.

  He ran his hand down her back, just like yesterday, but he had different ideas tonight. His voice touched her ear from out of the dark, “Lick it, baby. I want to see you lick that chrome. Show me how you’re gonna lick my rock hard cock.”

  She kept her eyes closed. She put out her tongue and touched it to the cold metal. Saliva squirted under her tongue. She had to suck it in fast to stop it from drooling out onto the gas tank. She ran her tongue along its smooth surface, and mind-blowing desire burned down her stomach to her crotch.

  Eva rocked her pussy against the seat as she rolled her ass up and back toward him. God, she must be as nasty and dirty as he said she was if she behaved like this. What kind of person rubbed her dripping wet snatch against a wicked Harley and licked its shiny chrome when her biker Daddy told her to?

  What would he make her do next? What indignities did he have in mind to tear her world apart?

  He inched her skirt up around her waist so her thighs surrounded the seat. The night air embraced her bare skin and chilled the spattered spunk on her lips and thighs. He caressed her glorious butt cheeks in the lamplight. “Who’s my horny little Princess?”

  “I am, Daddy. I’m your Princess.”

  He nudged into her from behind, and her juices wet his swollen crotch. “You want that, don’t you? You want my cock between your legs.”

  “Oh, yes, Daddy, please?”

  “Say it, baby. Let me hear you say it like you did yesterday. Tell me how you really want it, now that you know I’m gonna give it to you hard and fast.”

  “Oh, fuck me. I can’t stand this. Oh, please, fuck me hard.”

  He growled under his breath. From her place on the gas tank, she heard his breath grate between his teeth. “Oh, yeah, baby. I’m gonna fuck you. I’ve waited a long time for this.”

  A zipper unzipped, and the hard spike tormenting her back door changed from rough fabric to smooth, soft skin. Its rigid point didn’t change. It jammed harder into her.

  “Look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes when I stick my cock in your sweet, hot pussy.”

  Her eyes snapped open. What did he want to see her eyes for?

  Didn’t he understand she needed to keep her eyes closed? She needed to concentrate to stop herself from flying into a million pieces.

  The moment she locked her eyes on his face, she understood why. His smoldering brown eyes bored into her soul. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and she could never disobey him. She was his, body and soul, and he kept her in the palm of his hand with those impossible eyes.

  Once he caught her, he never released her from his enthralling gaze. He swayed there behind her on the bike, with his cock embedded in her most delicate tissues. He kept her dangling on the brink of insanity, and she couldn’t look away. She had to watch her own destruction hovering closer, closer.

  He bent down and slammed his lips against hers. She stared at his face, all blurry there beyond her sight. That was the first time he ever kissed her, and here he was, about to fuck her like some biker babe.

  She lost sight of his eyes. What was he looking at? What was he thinking? Then a tidal wave of maddening sensation crashed over her and sucked her under to drown. She couldn’t stand it.

  That wave rustled out from her lips and tongue, all the way to her eyelashes and earlobes. It fizzed with unfulfilled dreams. Its effervescent foam bubbled to the surface of her skin and drove her wild.

  She bit at his lips in a frenzy to get hold of him. Her tongue danced around his in a courtship ritual of exotic desires. She put her hand behind his neck to draw him to her. For just a brief instant, they clung to each other for mutual aid. She would never let him go. He extended a lifeline from the surreal world of psychedelic hallucinations to the world of order and control. He would find a way to take her back there when all this was over.

  That lifeline snapped when he released her. He gave her one last peck on the nose before he reared back, and Eva went spinning off again into another dimension where nothing made sense. She didn’t recognize herself or anything else. No rules governed that world save one: pleasure. Pleasure in herself, pleasure in him, pleasure in every area of her life—nothing else mattered.

  He sat up straight and pressed her down hard on the cruel steel. His eyes flashed a warning.

  Eva didn’t move.

  He ripped his pants the rest of the way open, and his thick tool sprang out. She had to close her eyes again at the sight of it. It was bigger and more intimidating in person than in the pictures on her phone. The pictures didn’t do it justice. It throbbed and strained at its pink skin. It wanted her.

  He kept her pinned with one hand while he aimed his rock hard shaft between her cheeks. The closer he got, the harder he pressed her down. He kept his glare locked on her raised ass, as his jaw muscle clenched and rippled with every gasping breath.

  He stirred her juices with his taut tip until her glistening syrup coated it, lubricating its passage into her depths. He groaned in agony and hitched his hips forward. He set up a pulsing rhythm, and with every pulse, he moved just a little farther forward on the seat.

  His mushroom nosed into her opening, and she stretched to receive him. He hitched forward one more time, and her inner channel strained to its limit. How could a man be so big? How could he stay conscious with so much blood in his cock? Could she handle something so big?

  He came forward one last time, and his cock pushed its way into her cavern. Eva gasped out loud. When he drove his tool harder into her throbbing channel, she let out a shriek of surprise at the overwhelming intensity. A distant voice out of the past cried, No!, but every other facet of her being breathed him into her. Yes, yes, yes!

  God, he was so big! Her pussy surrounded him in a death grip. His every movement sent streaming hot flashes of pleasure tinged with pain through her guts. She couldn’t stand it. She had to get away, but he kept her pinned there on her chest while he drove his jackhammer into her being.

  She lost all sense of time and place. She floated in her own inner world where she tangled with him in the cosmic union. His flesh filled her to the limit, and it satisfied her long thirst for pure pleasure. She didn’t have to worry about behaving herself in that world. She didn’t have to keep quiet. No one could hear her cries beyond the basketball court.

  She screamed and moaned. She drowned out his agonized grunts. He sucked his breath through gritted teeth and shoved his hot hard cock into her wet, tight pussy.

  In an instant, she exploded from her ethereal world into a cosmos bright with stars. They went supernova in front of her eyes. She couldn’t hear her own screams over the thunder of her pulse in her ears—or was that the roar of a Harley? She couldn’t tell, and she no longer cared.

  His bellows of rising completion joined her in harmony echoing over the field. His climax filled her overflowed her brimming font and stained the bike with their essence.

  Chapter 7

  Eva sat down at her desk the next morning, but she couldn’t concentrate. She sat up on her couch for hours after Matt dropped her off at her apartment door the night before. When she went to bed, her head still spun from the earth-shattering climaxes he gave her again and again, for hours. She rode him and his bike every way they could think of and neither ever got tired or ran out of steam.

>   When would he call her into his office again? What would she encounter there? Would he dominate her the way he did last night, or would he talk to her about her work and praise her for being the trustworthy and reliable EA he knew she would be when he hired her?

  Nothing made sense anymore. She couldn’t work. She couldn’t concentrate. She couldn’t function at all. She stared at her phone. What message would come to her through it next time? She ached for him to call her again, but she dreaded the same thing.

  She turned on her computer and pulled up her matches for the foreign exchange research, but the screen blurred before her eyes. She couldn’t read any of the folders he gave her or the submissions for the newsletter.

  She cradled her head in her hand. She was useless, to herself and to him. In the end, she brought up the birthday database. She could enter the September names and details without concentrating too hard.

  Her own name popped up at the top of the list when she opened the file. One more day to go. Did Matt even know when her birthday was?

  Maybe this database wasn’t the sign of his caring and regard she thought it was.

  Maybe it was really just a way to acknowledge his employee’s birthdays and contributions without actually having to be aware of them at all. The name would come up in the database, some lackey would mail out a card and issue the bonus, and everything would go on as before. Matt wouldn’t even have to interrupt his exercise routine.

  Eva kicked herself. What was she doing, thinking that way? Matt came up with this idea of marking his employees’ birthdays when the company did nothing before. That at least showed he cared.

  Did he really care about her, though? Did he really care about her personally—not just as his secret sex playmate? Why did she even have to ask that? He was a boss diddling his assistant. How could he care about her? She never expected him to care. She had allowed this to progress without any promises. She needed to be realistic about it.

  She told herself that she didn’t really care about him, either, when she thought about it.

  He was nothing but a secret sex playmate to her, too—and a job, of course.

  She shut off the computer. What was her world coming to? She couldn’t even enter mindless data into a spreadsheet without analyzing all the interpersonal implications of every entry.

  She made up her mind to go home and work there. She would turn off her phone and forget about RipRoarer and everything else that happened in the last two days. She wouldn’t come back until she could focus on her work. That might mean breaking it off with Matt altogether. If that was what she had to do, she would do it.

  She packed up her folders and picked up her phone. She put her thumb on the power button to shut it off when a notification came through. Her heart froze in mid-beat. It was him. Could you please come into my office?

  If she kept working here, she would grow to dread those words. She couldn’t work in an environment where she dreaded her own boss. No matter how much she wanted him, no matter how many times he made her scream in the dark of night, this was work. She refused to do work she didn’t love.

  She gathered her courage and walked down the hall to his office.

  She rehearsed in her mind the right words to break it to him. She had to quit. She should never have come to work here in the first place after that disaster the very first morning when he picked her up on his Harley.

  She found him standing at his desk. He didn’t look up when she walked in. “Have a seat.”

  “Thanks. I prefer to stand.”

  He still didn’t look up. “We have a problem with the building permits for the factory. How much have you studied our application?”

  “I’ve studied it, but not the whole thing. Why? What’s up?” Every thought she had about quitting went right out of her head.

  “The City Council sent back our application for changes to the draft plan. They say we have to get all the measurements redone or the application will be denied. I’m sending it back to the design company, but I’m supposed to go to the basketball game in ten minutes. I put in calls to the site foreman and the surveyors to get the job done right away, but the site foreman is on an OSHA review and one of the riggers fell from a scaffolding and shattered his pelvis right in front of the OSHA inspectors. The whole site is in an uproar, and I’m waiting to hear back from everybody at the same time. I can’t leave. I need you to drop whatever you’re doing and shadow me while I handle this emergency, so nothing gets forgotten or missed.”

  “You hired me to cover you so you could exercise without distraction. You said that would be one of my most important jobs, so you could clear your head of stuff like this. You go to the basketball game and let me handle this.”

  “I can’t do that. This is our biggest project spanning several years of investment. I can’t just turn my back on it and go play basketball.” He picked up his phone. His finger hovered over the screen.

  Eva darted forward and took the phone out of his hand as gently as she dared. “You’ve been in control of everything for so long, you don’t know how to let go of the reins. Situations like this are exactly why you hired me. Leave your phone here, and go play basketball. I’ll handle it. That’s what I’m here for.”

  He cocked his head. “Are you sure? You said you’re not all the way up to speed on the project.”

  “I don’t need to be all the way up to speed on the project. I just need to field phone calls from the site manager, the OSHA inspectors, the designers, and the City Council.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “No problem. I can do that.”

  He frowned down at her.

  She returned his frown with a beatific smile. “I’ll tell you what. After you leave, I’ll sit right down here in your office and do nothing but study the project plans until you get back. I’ll come up to speed as fast as I can, so I’ll be ready when the phone rings. Will that satisfy you?”

  “I don’t like this.”

  “What’s the point of having an EA answer your phone and emails if you don’t let me do my job? Why did you hire me, if not for situations exactly like this?”

  “You’ve only been here a few days. I thought you would ease into it. I thought we would start with simple tasks like making appointments and move up to the big emergencies.”

  “Well, there’s no time like the present. Who knows? The basketball game might clear your head, so you can handle the situation better. When you get back from the basketball game, you might be all the more ready to answer that phone.”

  “I know it will. That’s why I hate to miss a game at a time like this.”

  “Then off you go. Leave it to me.”

  He glanced down at his phone in her hand. “Are you sure?”

  She pushed him toward the door. “Stop saying that and get out of here. You’ve got two minutes to get down there.”

  He stumbled out the door. He tried to turn back and say something, but she shut the door in his face. “See you later!”

  She paused and listened. He didn’t come barging back in. He didn’t make a peep outside the door. He must be going.

  She went back to his desk with his phone still in her hand. Well, now she’d really jumped in the deep end, and she made a promise to be ready. She hustled back to her office and came back with the building permit application folder.

  True to her word, she sat down in Matt’s big cushy leather chair and started going over the application with a fine-toothed comb. All her resolve turned from quitting to a determined attitude to prove her worth as an EA. She studied every sheet of paper he gave her until she understood every nuance of the application process.

  Chapter 8

  She got to the very last page before the phone rang. She took a deep breath. Here goes. “Mr. Rockford’s office. You’re speaking with Eva.”

  A gruff voice shouted at her from the other end. Crashing and heavy equipment noises echoed down the airwaves. “Hello, Eva. Just put Mr. Rockford on, please. This is Jeff Rorschach calling. I’m the n
ew factory site manager.”

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Rorschach.” Eva kept her voice congenial and smooth. “Mr. Rockford is unavailable at the moment. Is there anything I can help you with, or would you like to leave him a message?”

  “Yeah, the message is that Tino Paducci ruptured his bladder in the fall and is being rushed in for emergency surgery. His wife is calling a lawyer to sue our balls off, and the OSHA inspectors are threatening to shut us down. Now, if you would be so kind as to put Mr. Rockford on the phone, I would really appreciate it.”

  Eva tightened her hand around the phone, but she forced herself to stay calm. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rorschach. I understand this is a distressing situation, but I couldn’t put Mr. Rockford on the phone if I wanted to because he’s not here. Is that the whole message, or is there anything I can help you with?”

  “And just exactly how do you think you can help me? What could you possibly help me with? You don’t know the first thing about this building project. What are you, his secretary?”

  “I’m Mr. Rockford’s confidential executive assistant, and I’m empowered to handle anything I deem necessary in his absence. I might not be able to help you, but I can at least try. If I can’t help you, I can at least pass on the message when Mr. Rockford gets back.”

  The building site manager let out a shaky sigh. “I don’t see how anyone can help us. We’re done for, and now the building permit is in jeopardy, too.”

  “What can you tell me about the fall? What was the injured man doing right before he fell?”

  “Well, I don’t know. The guys had some loud music playing up there, which is strictly prohibited in a high-hazard area. Tino isn’t the most careful guy on the block, either. I’ve had to bust him downtown more than once for horsing around on the scaffolding. It was only a matter of time before he or someone else got knocked off. I’m actually relieved it was him, and not his loopy antics hurting somebody else.”

  “Did you tell the OSHA inspectors that? Did you show them the records of you reprimanding Tino for breaking the safety policies?”