Billion Dollar Love: Manlove Edition

by 6 Author Anthology

“Well he’s goddamn wrong.”

  Instead of shrinking away at Aaron’s blunt tone, Jett smiled.

  “I know that—”

  “You go down there and tell him you’re not interested; you’d rather be fucked by your boss. Your very attractive, territorial boss with enough money and contacts to make him disappear.”

  “But what if…”

  “What?”

  Jett licked his lips. “What if he slates the club, gives it a really bad review because I refused to go home with him.”

  “I wouldn’t care.”

  Jett’s eyebrows twitched. “But I would.”

  “Look, you don’t need celebrities to make this place a success. It already is because of you—”

  “But—”

  “And are you forgetting what I told you? I’m a bad man, a very bad man, and if he dares talk shit about you, or this club, he’s in trouble. In fact, I’m gonna go downstairs right now.”

  “No, don’t.”

  “Trust me, Jett. Where’s my clothes?”

  “Just there,” he said, pointing to the pile.

  Aaron grabbed his socks. “I’m thirsty, gonna get us a beer too while I’m down there.”

  “Don’t do anything to Marlon.”

  “I won’t, not even gonna touch the guy. I swear. You wait here.”

  Aaron hurried into his clothes. He didn’t bother trying to smarten himself up. In fact, he wanted it to look obvious he’d been having sex. He wrapped his jacket around Jett’s shoulders, and he clutched onto the lapels.

  “God you look hot,” Aaron murmured.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, although I prefer you out of the clothes.”

  “I’ll take them off when I come back up.”

  “Can I put mine on?”

  “Definitely not.”

  Aaron wrapped his arms around Jett, picked him up, then carried him to the couch.

  “Sit right there, I don’t want you stepping on glass— and stay looking like that.”

  “Like what?”

  Aaron gestured to him. “That, stay looking like that. All wrecked and beautiful.”

  He gave Jett a peck on the lips, told him to stay put again, then rushed out of the office.

  Marlon was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He took in Aaron’s appearance, disheveled and unordered, and wrinkled his nose.

  “Jett’s been a long time.”

  “Oh, he’s resting.”

  “Resting?”

  “After I just fucked his brains out.” Aaron folded his arms, then glared at Marlon, a dangerous glare that he couldn’t look away from.

  “And if you slate this club, or Jett for not sleeping with you, I’ll make sure you pay. I’m not like Jett. I’m not a nice guy, I’m the worst kind of guy you could imagine.” He flexed his hand, showing off his bruises. “Don’t give me reason to hunt you down.”

  Marlon backed off, shaking his head. “You threatening me?”

  “I threaten, I lie, I steal, I blackmail, I hurt, I do it all. It’d be wise if you leave now, and don’t come back to this club. Stay away from Jett.”

  Marlon turned on his heels and fled through the crowd.

  He heard a whistle, then looked at Mary-Sue behind the bar.

  “Two beers please,” he said.

  She smirked. “Coming right up…”

  The caps pinged off, and she pushed them towards Aaron.

  “Did Jett like the outfit?”

  Aaron nodded. “I think it suits him.”

  “What was it exactly, dark angel?”

  “I prefer Fallen Angel, one that’s been caught by a Devious Devil.” Aaron winked. “The angel’s still good, still innocent, but has been seduced and captured by the devil. The devil will protect him, keep him safe, and in return, he gets to feed off the angel’s light, gets to bask in his godly glow and feel good. There’s a whole bunch of stories right there … mainly about sex, but still.”

  Mary-Sue laughed, took off her devil horns, then slipped them onto Aaron’s head. “Your angel’s waiting for you.”

  Aaron took the beers. “Yes, he is.”

  The End

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  CAN’T BE BOUGHT

  Victoria Vallo

  Copyright © 2020

  Chapter One

  Adam watched Ben throughout the entire meeting, not caring if anyone noticed. The horn-rimmed glasses couldn’t hide Ben’s bright green eyes, and the dark frames actually made him look more handsome. Adam looked at Ben’s neatly combed hair and remembered how wild it had been the last time they saw each other. His heart actually sped up a little as he recalled running his fingers through it in the club three nights earlier.

  Ben’s gaze flicked to him once, and the coldness there stung.

  Adam shifted in his seat, trying to focus on the people talking, but his gaze kept returning to Ben. When the meeting finally ended, Adam stood up right away and strode to the door. “Ben, I need to see you in my office, please. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

  Adam glanced back as he stopped at the door.

  Everyone looked at Ben, who sat at the table with his eyes fixed on its wooden surface. When he noticed everyone looking at him, Ben nodded curtly. “Yes, sir.”

  Adam nodded, hoping he looked casual even as his hand shook as he reached for the doorknob. He bolted to the executive bathroom and locked himself in. He leaned against the door and looked himself over in the giant mirror. Tugging at his suit, he straightened to eye himself from every angle.

  Maybe once I apologize again, he’ll give me a second chance.

  The need and hunger had been so beautiful in Ben’s eyes … until Adam had asked him what his name was. Ben’s countenance had filled with dismay, and then with anger. Adam had caressed his thigh and tried to kiss him again, only to be shoved back into the corner of the private booth. Ben had stood and jerked his jacket on before leaning over and saying, “Ben. Which you ought to know since I’ve worked for you for three fucking years!”

  Recognition had slowly come to him then as he searched Ben’s face, but it had been too late. He’d reached out, trying to find the right words to make Ben stay, but his hand had been slapped away as the younger man fled the club, pushing people aside as he went.

  Adam left the bathroom and made his way down the hall, his gaze fixed on the door of his office at the very end of the hall. Ben hadn’t closed it behind him, so Adam could see him sitting there, only partially obscured. Ben’s thumb tapped out a beat on the arm of the chair. Was he nervous or angry? Adam didn’t want him to be either. He wanted to rush into the office and lock the door before throwing Ben up against the wall and kissing him again.

  But that wasn’t an option. Adam didn’t even care that Ben worked for him—he’d deal with any fallout that came. The problem, of course, was that Ben probably wouldn’t kiss him back. He’d likely slap Adam again, in the face this time.

  Adam walked into his office and slowly shut the door. Ben didn’t look up as Adam walked around to the other side of his desk. He stood there waiting for Ben to look up, and he cleared his throat at last when Ben refused to acknowledge him.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. I wish you’d given me the chance to get a full sentence out before storming off,” Adam said.

  Ben lifted his gaze from the floor to the desk. “If you’re going to make a bunch of excuses, don’t bother. It won’t do you any good.” His gaze finally rose to Adam’s face. “And I don’t want to hear it.”

  “Can you at least give me a couple of minutes? I’m more than willing to put up with the hostility, if you’ll hear me out.”

  Ben gestured for him to proceed after a long hesitation.

  Adam opened his mouth but then shut it again. He made his way around the desk and sat in the chair beside Ben. “I’m not making excuses here. You looked very different. Yes, you have worked here for three years,
but I didn’t hire you. Steven did. And you’ve only been directly under me for two months. You don’t talk much in the meetings.”

  “But we’ve talked before. More than once.”

  “Yes, I remember that now. And I’m a little stunned I didn’t know you instantly by those eyes, with or without the glasses.” He swallowed, his throat dry. “They’re stunning. I could hardly focus in the meeting just now. And I thought about you all weekend.” He paused, hoping for some reaction. When none came, he said, “I work with so many people. All I can do is apologize.”

  “All right. Apology accepted.” Ben rose. “May I leave now?”

  “I want to have dinner with you. Coffee. Something.” Adam rose and took a step closer. “Please.”

  “Why?”

  “Why? Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Seeing you leaning on the bar. Our eyes meeting. The smile you gave me. The way you looked as you walked over to me.”

  Ben sighed. “The way you whisked me to that private booth and ran your hand up my leg right away.” He shook his head. “I don’t go that fast with strangers.”

  “Neither do I. Usually.” Adam hesitated. “You saying you wouldn’t have come over like that if I’d been a stranger?”

  “No. I’d have waited for you to come to me. Stayed at the bar, at least for a while.”

  “That another mark against me?” Adam asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

  “Not necessarily. I’ve broken my own rule before.”

  “You might not believe me, but I’ve never kissed anyone before asking their name before. I don’t even go out that much.”

  Ben eyed him a few seconds before speaking again. “You know, I thought you were straight until that moment. Tried to put you out of my mind.” He shrugged. “When you showed up in Club Status, I saw my chance because almost no straight guys ever go there. The way you reacted so quickly made me think maybe you’d noticed me staring.” His jaw set. “Because I do, you know. Stare at you. All the time.”

  “Until today.”

  “Well, today was different. Didn’t want to even be near you, let alone look at you.”

  “I can’t believe a blunder killed your attraction to me.”

  “Killed my desire to act on it,” Ben said as he crossed his arms.

  Adam sank down into the chair again. His gaze flicked over, and his body reacted to the sight of a growing bulge in Adam’s pants. He looked back up. “I don’t believe that.”

  “What?” Ben said, blinking at him.

  “I can tell your anger is still very real. But your desire to touch me is far from dead.” Adam rose and moved closer. “You practically crawled into my lap when I kissed you.”

  “I’d been drinking.”

  Adam shook his head. “Not enough to not know what you were doing.” He cornered Ben against the desk and ran his palm over Ben’s cock. “And you haven’t had a drop today.”

  Ben tried to pull away, but Adam grabbed him by the waist and drew him into a kiss.

  ****

  Ben melted against Adam exactly the way he had Friday night. Just being near the man again had already been far too much to handle, so that caress to his aching cock had destroyed the small bit of control he’d been grasping at. Today, Adam’s mouth seemed even hungrier. And he certainly gripped Ben more fiercely. Confusion took hold as he kissed the other man back. It felt so good—he’d wanted Adam for so long—but the hurt still lingered.

  Ben pushed at him. “Stop. Please.”

  Adam did, but he still held Ben, staring at him and trying to catch his breath. “I’ll do anything. Name it.”

  That brought Ben out of the lust-filled haze a bit more. “Name it? What do you think I’m going to say? A car? A promotion? What?”

  “Anything to make it up to you,” Adam said as he caressed Ben’s cheek.

  “Why? Because you want to fuck me?”

  Adam flinched. “Yes, but not because you’re attractive. That’s why I touched you and kissed you Friday. But now, I want to be with you because of the way that kiss felt.”

  A shiver ran up Ben’s spine as he asked, “How it felt?”

  “Yes. I felt happy. It felt right to be touching you and holding you.”

  “That’s pretty common with a first kiss.”

  Adam frowned. “Can’t you let it go and give me a chance?”

  Ben wiggled out of his arms. “Can’t you deal with not getting your way every single time?”

  “I said I’d do anything, but I wasn’t thinking of fancy presents or bribes. That was your assumption. I was asking what I could say or do. Actions. Not throwing money around or using what power I have.”

  “You say that, but I bet I could’ve asked for those things. And you’d have given them to me.” Ben crossed his arms again, hugging himself because he didn’t want Adam to see him shaking.

  “I probably would have. I’d have then trusted that we could move beyond that once you got to know me.”

  “I already know you. You don’t drive yourself anywhere. You inherited a company because of your last name. And you spend five minutes making out with men before asking their names.”

  Adam sat on the edge of his desk. “Can’t you even try to take it as a compliment?”

  “Not really. I’ve been watching your every move during all the meetings since I was moved to your team. And in the hallways. And in the breakroom. But you didn’t notice me like this.” He gestured to himself. “You noticed me with crazy hair and no glasses and a skin-tight t-shirt.”

  Adam pushed away from the desk. “Looking for romance in the office is a bad idea.”

  “But my point is you didn’t notice me enough to recognize anything about me. Not even my voice.”

  “The club was too loud.”

  “You say my eyes are stunning now, but they obviously never made an impression before.”

  “I don’t make a habit of staring into my employees’ eyes.”

  Ben sighed. “I accept your apology. And I won’t say anything about the kiss. May I please go? Can we forget this?”

  Adam strode across the room and locked the door. “No. We aren’t going to forget it. And you can’t walk out of here with that hard-on.”

  Ben barely had time to process those words before Adam was on his knees and pushing him against the desk. His brain stopped working completely as Adam freed his cock and took it into his mouth. Reality somehow returned to him as he gripped the desk, and he knew he should push Adam away. He should cry out or make some noise. Adam couldn’t do this to him simply because he was the boss.

  But Ben looked down, and all he could see was the man he’d been fantasizing about for months sucking his cock. He gripped Adam by the hair and took control, fucking his mouth roughly as Adam’s hands moved up the back of his thighs to squeeze his ass.

  ****

  Adam didn’t like giving up control, but the need in Ben’s movements made it all worth it. He could deny the few moments of lust Friday night, but this? Ben would have a much harder time denying he had wanted this. All their cards were on the table, and Ben was the aggressor now, fucking Adam’s mouth desperately.

  Adam gave up trying his usual techniques and simply let Ben guide him. Little moans escaped from Ben, and his fingers worked through Adam’s hair frantically. Then, Ben yanked Adam’s head back, and their eyes met. Ben bit his lip as cum gushed from his cock. Adam wanted to close his eyes and savor it, but he kept looking up as he swallowed every drop.

  Ben trembled as he sank down, practically into Adam’s lap. He leaned back against the desk as he straddled Adam awkwardly, his impressive cock still half hard. Adam leaned in to kiss him, and at first, Ben turned away. Adam gripped him by the chin and turned his head to bring their lips together.

  This kiss was gentler, and Ben’s face reddened as it ended. Adam caressed his cheek, pushing his glasses up, as they’d slipped down his nose a bit. “Have dinner with me. I’ll pick you up. I’ll cook for you. I do my own shopping and
clean my own house most days and drive myself pretty much everywhere but here. I’m sorry the fact I use a company car and driver to save time some days makes you think less of me.”

  “And if I say no?”

  Adam wanted to kiss him again, to touch him again, but he didn’t. He searched Ben’s face and said, “I’ll keep asking.”

  “Sometimes, even men like you don’t get what they want. Sometimes they have to take no for an answer.”

  Adam inched back so that Ben slid off him. “Then why didn’t you fight me? Are you going to report me now? Get vengeance?”

  “Vengeance? Just because you didn’t recognize me?” Ben shook his head and gave a humorless laugh. “No. Nothing like that.”

  “Then, what?” Adam licked his lips. “I know what your cum tastes like. I want to know so much more.”

  Ben slipped to the side and stood, tucking his cock away and fastening his pants. His face had gone red again.

  Adam took a chance, grabbing the leg of Ben’s pants. “Please. I’d rather bicker with you and be insulted than have even one more dinner with a man who’s just trying to get into my pants so he can get to my wallet.”

  Ben drew back. “Nice line. Has it worked before?”

  Adam bolted up. He grabbed Ben’s hand and rubbed it over his own cock, which was painfully hard. “This is for you. When you want it. Along with dinner and any topic of conversation you want. Attack me all damn night if you want, so long as I’m sitting across the table from you.”

  Ben’s expression faltered as he jerked his hand away. “Please stop.”

  Adam scribbled his number down. “My cell. The private one. Only six people have this number.”

  Ben stared at it then pocketed it. “I have work to do, sir,” he said before pushing past Adam and walking out.

  Ben watched him walk down the hallway, again not caring if anyone noticed.

  Chapter Two

  I know what your cum tastes like. I want to know so much more.

  Those words echoed through Ben’s head as he made his way back to his cubicle. He glanced around. No one outright stared, but several people slowed their paces and began turning or craning just enough for Ben to notice. He sat down at his desk and opened his email, needing a distraction. He typed away for nearly twenty minutes as he did his best to ignore everyone around him.