Billionaire Biker (Billionaires - #23)

by Claire Adams

  Cat chuckled quietly. Good. I wasn’t sure if she’d like my joke, or if she’d be offended.

  It hurt to keep the grin on my face. I hoped she couldn’t see through my lie. I’d thought maybe that we could have something together, but everything Cat had said made perfect sense. I couldn’t hire her in a lower position and then bang her all the time. It just wouldn’t work out.

  It was like she said. We all had to make sacrifices. If I really wanted to help her and Jack out, the best long-term solution was to make sure she had a good job. I’d just have to deal with my straining cock.

  And what would happen if we broke up? It wouldn’t be fair to force a woman out of a job she needed for her kid, so it’d just end up with things being very awkward between the two of us. The best strategy was what she laid out—for us to never pursue a relationship.

  Time to go back to my original plan, just head to a bar and find a one-night stand. Or shit, use an app. Hookups had never been easier.

  Cat sat back and smiled. “So, that brings us back to the job and what you’d actually want me to do.” She laughed. “After all, we’ve talked so much about me working here, but I don’t have a clue what that would mean.”

  “This ad campaign thing got me thinking. Daniella’s stretched pretty thin, but she’s one of the few people I truly trust to get things done when I need them. The PR department needs a steady hand, and so what I was thinking, after talking with Daniella, is that you’d be her liaison to the PR department. That way she could manage them more effectively, even with her limited time.”

  “PR?” Cat smiled. “I guess my old job isn’t so unrelated after all. Though I’ll admit, I don’t have a huge amount of marketing experience.”

  “Not a big deal. I’m looking to use more of your knowledge in administration, not marketing. Even though we aren’t going to do another big modeling shoot anything soon, I’m interested in massively expanding our advertising efforts in a lot of ways, including online. We have good people in the PR department who can handle coming up with the marketing, I just need them reigned in at times.” I gestured. “They’d still take point on a lot of the nuts and bolts, but you’d be involved at a high level and help Daniella direct a lot of this stuff. It’s going be a job that involves a lot of work, and I can’t say that it’s going to be the same kind of stuff. So if you’re looking for a predictable job where you know what to expect every day, this wouldn’t be it.”

  Cat nodded, “That sounds like something I’d like. It even sounds, dare I say it—fun.”

  My brow lifted. “Fun?”

  “Yeah. I was worried that you’d want me to come in here and fill out inventory reports all day long or something.”

  I chuckled. “You’ll have to fill out some reports. That’s just part of office work. Trust me; it was a hard adjustment for me going from the road to running this company.”

  Cat nodded. “I’m definitely interested. It sounds great, to be honest, much better than I could have hoped.”

  I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to have to ask the next question, but given what she’d said before, I had to. A relationship wasn’t the only thing that might throw her off-track at Stroker Motorcycles.

  “Okay,” I said. “I guess I also have a question of my own. Not a business question, but more a personal one.”

  Cat sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “Go ahead.”

  “Are you sure you’ll be able to handle working here?”

  She frowned. “What do you mean? I’m the one who made it clear we shouldn’t be pursuing a relationship.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” I said, with a gesture to some photos of Stroker bikes on the wall. “You’ve made it very clear you hate bikes. I understand why, and like I said before, I can’t blame you for it. But will you be able to not only handle it, but to help this company sell more bikes?”

  Cat looked down, nibbling her lip for a second before looking up and giving me a curt nod. “Yes. It’s just like the modeling. I don’t have to like bikes to do my job. All I really have to like is my paycheck and how it’ll help my son.”

  I stared at her for a moment, wondering if I should be judging her for hating bikes or not. I loved bikes, but my sister didn’t even necessarily like them all that much. She didn’t hate them, but she didn’t even ride. We had a lot of employees, and I doubted that every single one of them loved bikes.

  Sometimes you did just have to pay the bills. In a sense, despite riding around on a bike, I’d grown up a spoiled rich boy. The only reason I wasn’t totally out of touch was because I’d spent so much time on that bike mixing with normal people.

  “To be honest, I always cared more about results than attitude,” I said, with a shrug. I reached over to shake her hand. She took it. “Welcome to the Stroker family. There’s a pile of papers for you in HR. You should head over ASAP to get them.”

  Cat smiled brightly, “Thank you, Drew.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She hurried out of the room, practically skipping, only stopping to open the door.

  I chuckled to myself and returned my attention to my computer.

  Daniella came in shortly after. She closed the door behind her.

  “I’m glad that went well,” my sister said.

  “Yeah, it did.”

  She stared at me.

  “What?”

  “You absolutely can’t sleep with her again, you know,” she said, shaking her head. “It’d just be too unprofessional. I should have maybe pushed you away from her more to begin with.”

  “What the hell, Daniella? You were the one pushing me to get with her to begin with. Shit, you practically were dancing for joy when you heard about my little date in the hospital, and you mentioned hiring not long after that.”

  My sister’s cheeks colored, and she looked away. “I know. I was wrong. I had a lot of time to think about it, and certain things just—aren’t stable.” She held up her hands. “I don’t know what to tell you other than I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

  “How do I know you’re not wrong now?”

  She sighed. “Come on. Think about it. Do you really think you can have a relationship with her now?”

  “I think you need to stay out of my love life,” I snapped.

  It would have been easier to explain to her we’d just agreed not to pursue a relationship, but I was getting a little tired of my sister pushing me around.

  Daniella snorted. “Whatever. Just keep it in mind.” She spun on her heel and walked out.

  I shook my head. Yes, it’d be really unprofessional. I wouldn’t deny that, but it didn’t matter. Cat had made it clear what she didn’t want, and I didn’t go where I wasn’t wanted.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Cat

  The next day I showed up at work about an hour early. There were still several things I needed to read through, and I wanted to spend some more time getting familiar with my work area.

  Jack’s daycare wasn’t open as early as I would have liked, but Mom had agreed to take him over there, so I could get to work. She’d spent years trying to get me into a normal office job. It wasn’t like she was going to make it hard for me to keep it.

  I ran the badge I’d received over the door, temporarily unlocking it, and slipped inside. Even the bitchy receptionist wasn’t in yet.

  Quiet choked the entire place. It was eerie. I’d never been in the place when there weren’t piles of other people in it, and it felt weird to be one of probably only a few people in the entire building.

  I took a quick trip down the hall until I reached a display room where a half-dozen of the latest models stood. It was sad, really.

  The motorcycles all stood there, shiny and polished. There were beautiful, honestly. It was just too bad they were so dangerous.

  I sighed and shook my head. I didn’t know if I’d ever feel differently about them.

  It didn’t matter. I wasn’t here to ride bikes. I was just here to help Drew and Daniella se
ll them.

  I headed back toward the lobby and down the hallway to the elevator which took me to the second floor. Stepping off, I headed to the office area where I opened the door and peeked inside. Most of the lights were off. A quick glance toward Daniella’s office revealed her lights were off as well.

  On the other end of the room, even though the blinds were closed, I could see light from under Drew’s door. Whatever I might think about the man, he did lead by example.

  I flipped on the lights and walked toward his office. I might as well go say hi. I knocked on his door.

  “Come in,” he said, his voice strained.

  Was he all right? If he were hurt, he probably would have said something.

  I opened the door and froze in place. I understood now why his voice had sounded so strained.

  Drew was on the floor, shirtless, doing pushups. A fine shine of sweat highlighted the muscles in his back.

  He glanced up at me. “You’re early,” he said between push-ups. “Way early.”

  I swallowed then nodded. “I—I know. I just wanted to kind of get comfortable in the space before everything started.”

  “Always good to be early,” he said with a grunt.

  His movement mesmerized me. His back, arms, shoulders, and neck were all so well-defined. I wondered if he worked out every day before work. How long did he do it on weekends?

  Delicious. I wanted to lick every muscle I could see.

  “It won’t be a hard day,” Drew said. “I’m sure Daniella will ease you in.”

  Before I even knew what I was doing, I had knelt down beside him.

  Drew stopped and sat up, eyeing me.

  My hands had a mind of their own as they moved over his sweat-soaked chest. I brushed my fingertips over his defined pecs.

  “Delicious,” I said. It took me a few seconds to realize I’d said it aloud, but I couldn’t bring myself to be embarrassed.

  Drew took his hands in mine. “You know I want you. I still do. I get what you were saying the other day, but it doesn’t have to be weird.” He lifted one of my hands and kissed my wrist. “I can separate business and pleasure.”

  “Can you?” I asked softly.

  He stood and pulled me up. He smashed his mouth to mine as an answer. I didn’t resist. Instead, I opened my lips to let his tongue join mine. Our tongues wrestled and slid over each other. He tasted minty that morning. I wondered if it was his toothpaste.

  I don’t know how long it was that we kissed before he moved on to sucking and nipping my earlobe. I let out a quiet moan. My shirt jerked slightly, and I looked down.

  Drew had unbuttoned my top few buttons. His strong fingers continued to work the rest of them. I waited until he was finished and then pulled off my top. I unzipped my skirt and shimmied out of it.

  “Blue bra and panties?” Drew said with a grin. “I like it.” He unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side.

  I gasped. We were really doing this. Not only that, but we were doing it because I’d initiated the whole thing even after giving him a big speech why we shouldn’t even have a relationship, let alone sex in his office.

  I should have stopped it right there. I should have told him we were making a mistake. Instead, I dropped my panties and stepped out of them.

  Drew already had his shirt off. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his ankles. His hard cock already tented his boxers.

  Licking my lips, I knelt in front of him. I reached up and slipped my fingers under his boxers and gently tugged them down until they passed over his hips and could drop to his ankles.

  I was naked, and he was naked enough. His erect cock stood there begging for my mouth.

  First, I ran my tongue along his shaft. He groaned, and I spent a long moment not taking him in, just licking him. Finally, I rested my lips around his head, and my hand around his base.

  Relaxing my throat, I pushed forward, taking his cock so far in it bumped against the back of my throat before moving back, sucking and licking as I did so. My hand moved in time with my throat as I worked his cock, the salty taste of his precum already on my tongue.

  My other hand dropped down to tease and stroke my clit. My center already pulsed with warmth and was slick with need.

  He moved his hips in time with my head, pushing his cock deeper. I managed not to gag, even as I continued to work on sucking him off.

  Drew jerked back, pulling his slick dick not only out of my mouth but also my hand.

  “No,” he grunted. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come inside you.” He pointed to the desk. “Bend over for me.”

  I rose, his salty taste still lingering in my mouth. I walked over to the desk, disappointed that I wasn’t going to be lying on top of it.

  Bracing myself against the desk, I bent over.

  Drew didn’t hesitate. Only a few seconds passed between the time I’d bent over and when he placed his hands on my hips. His thick cock spread my wet folds, and I let out a long moan. He continued pushing into me, spreading me, until he was fully seated inside me.

  Without saying anything, he pulled back and then shoved forward. I cried out from the jolt of pleasure. His next thrust came faster, then even faster after that.

  My breasts were squashed against the cool top of his desk, but his motion forced my nipples to rub against the desk, spreading more warmth throughout my body.

  Ragged breathing turned into full-on panting. Drew punctuated each thrust of his cock into my tight channel with a grunt. I glanced back at him. His face was red, and his expression tight. He was probably holding back until I came.

  I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure. He sped up even more. The jolts of pain became a continuous wall of pleasure spreading from my center. It wouldn’t be long now.

  How he sped up even more, I don’t know. All that exercise he was apparently doing was paying off. I stuffed my hand into my mouth to avoid screaming. Just then I realized that the door wasn’t even locked. Anyone could come in at any second and catch us. The thought didn’t make me want to stop. My insides clenched at the idea.

  Who knew I was such an exhibitionist?

  The orgasm exploded through me, and I shouted into my hand. My body shook, and my muscles tightened around his cock.

  Drew cried out his release, his hot seed shooting into my already warm insides. He didn’t linger this time, instead pulling right out, his breathing still heavy.

  The remains of my orgasm left me panting and my knees weak.

  I could hear Drew hike up his pants and belt.

  “I don’t regret any of it,” he said. “And I won’t in the future.”

  After a deep breath, I pushed off the desk, my body still weak from pleasure. I leaned over to pick up my panties and bra. “I—guess I should get going to check out the office and work area before I have to head to HR for orientation. From what they said, I won’t probably do much with Daniella today.”

  “Yeah, that sounds about right.” He finished getting pants on and then grabbed his undershirt and button-up from beside the desk. If anything, he was sweatier than when I’d first walked in.

  I grabbed a few tissues from his desk to clean up. If we were going to have more office quickies, he’d need to start wearing condoms.

  We didn’t talk much over the next minute or so as we both finished putting our clothes back on.

  “How’s my hair?” I said. “And my make-up?”

  Drew grinned. “Looks fine.”

  Nodding, I realized that the good part of getting totally naked was that my clothes weren’t as rumpled as they might have been with his hands all over them.

  Turning, I headed toward the door, again shocked that we hadn’t even bothered to lock it.

  “I meant what I said,” Drew said from behind me.

  Looking over my shoulder, I asked, “About?”

  “I don’t regret it, and I hope you don’t.”

  I grinned. “I haven’t felt that good in a while, even more so
than at my house. Someday we’ll actually have to have sex in an actual bed and not on random furniture.”

  Drew burst out laughing. “I’m sure that can be arranged.” He finished rolling up his sleeves, leading me to focus on his tattoos. “For now, we both have work to do,” he winked.

  I turned and headed out of the office trying to resist the urge to rip off my clothes and ask him to take me again.

  Part of me felt dirty for fucking my boss in his unlocked office, but the rest of me was looking forward to the next time.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Drew

  Some days I missed the road more than others. This was one of those days. Everything I’d been doing that morning was annoying as shit—reading reports, going over parts manifests, looking at possible corporate co-branding opportunities.

  The only thing that kept me sane was that my mind kept drifting back to what I’d done a couple of hours earlier. Of course, that also made it hard to concentrate for more than a few seconds at a time. The problem is I’d read a few lines, and then I’d think about how good it felt to feel Cat tighten around my cock as she came.

  Her little pants and moans lay seared into my mind now. A simple thought of them made me hard. Talk about distracting.

  I would have loved to hear her scream that morning, instead of her muffling it with her hand, but she’d done the smart thing. It wasn’t until she’d left that I’d realized the door wasn’t even locked. We’d been really lucky Daniella hadn’t stumbled in and caught us, let alone anyone else.

  When Cat had knocked, I hadn’t known it was her, but maybe I should have expected it. Maybe I should have expected someone might come in when I was exercising. I’d just assumed it was Daniella, but any other employee, and not just Cat, probably would have been more than a little shocked to see the CEO with his shirt off doing push-ups.

  The problem was I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t have a lot of time in the evening or the morning, and I wanted to make sure I was typically the first person in the building, if only to set an example. I didn’t have time to hit a gym. That left bodyweight exercises while at work.