His Intern: A Billionaire and Virgin Romance Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1: Zach

  Chapter 2: Hailey

  Chapter 3: Zach

  Chapter 4: Hailey

  Chapter 5: Zach

  Chapter 6: Hailey

  Chapter 7: Zach

  Chapter 8: Hailey

  Chapter 9: Zach

  Chapter 10: Hailey

  Chapter 11: Zach

  Chapter 12: Hailey

  Chapter 13: Zach

  Chapter 14: Hailey

  Chapter 15: Zach

  Chapter 16: Hailey

  Chapter 17: Zach

  Chapter 18: Hailey

  Chapter 19: Zach

  Chapter 20: Hailey

  Chapter 21: Zach

  Chapter 22: Hailey

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  His Intern

  Description

  Chapter 1: Zach

  Chapter 2: Hailey

  Chapter 3: Zach

  Chapter 4: Hailey

  Chapter 5: Zach

  Chapter 6: Hailey

  Chapter 7: Zach

  Chapter 8: Hailey

  Chapter 9: Zach

  Chapter 10: Hailey

  Chapter 11: Zach

  Chapter 12: Hailey

  Chapter 13: Zach

  Chapter 14: Hailey

  Chapter 15: Zach

  Chapter 16: Hailey

  Chapter 17: Zach

  Chapter 18: Hailey

  Chapter 19: Zach

  Chapter 20: Hailey

  Chapter 21: Zach

  Chapter 22: Hailey

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  His Intern

  A Billionaire and Virgin Romance

  By Lillie Love

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  I’m a bad-boy party-animal and they just hired a virgin to be my babysitter!

  Are they purposely trying to make me screw up?

  They know I can’t resist temptation.

  Especially when it comes in a tight little package like Hailey Woods.

  The press label me the city’s most eligible playboy bachelor. Who am I to disagree?

  Women line up to spread their legs for me. They all want a turn on Zach Nettles.

  So I give them exactly what they want.

  But when my Father tells me I need to clean up my image, the last thing I need is a glorified babysitter.

  Hailey Woods, my PR intern, is nothing like the women I’m used to.

  Young, innocent and with curves that drive me insane

  She’s hired to keep me in check. I’m told to keep it professional.

  But the attraction is too strong … and I have to make her mine. Take her completely and show her who’s really boss.

  I want her sweet, tight body underneath me.

  I want her soft lips on my neck.

  I want her tongue on my … okay, you know where I want her tongue.

  Seriously, are they trying to help me or get me fired?

  My reputation, my entire business is at stake.

  I have to keep it in my pants or lose everything.

  I have to resist the only thing I could never keep my hands off.

  I have to resist temptation.

  Chapter 1: Zach

  I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling and blinked. Light flooded through curtains that hadn’t been drawn and everything was white with a tinge of beige. The place was so pure it gave me a headache. The alcohol from the night before reared its head in the form of a hangover and I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. I turned my head and my eyes fell on her face.

  Right. The brunette I had seduced last night. Anna? Alice? I wasn’t sure what her name was. Maybe it wasn’t either of those. God knew there had been more than a few women lately and I wasn’t that good with names. She laid curled up on her side, her brown hair fanned out over the pillow, her breasts pressed together sensually. I’d slid my dick through those beauties and watched her suck me off for an hour the night before. If I were the committing type, she’d be in trouble. I studied her a little closer. Shit. She looked a lot younger than she said, too. I hoped she hadn’t lied to me about her age.

  “Zach?” Her eyes fluttered open.

  She was fucking beautiful for sure. At least it had been a rose-colored glasses sort of night. I had enough of those to remind me to stop after a few beers. Not that I ever did.

  “Hey.” I reached over and tucked a long strand of her hair behind her ears. I’d hoped to sneak out before she woke up, but life never was much for giving me a break.

  A smile spread across her swollen pink lips. “You leaving so soon?”

  “Me? Not a chance.” I forced my thoughts of running like hell and pulled at the cover, moving over the top of her as she rolled onto her back. “I enjoyed dinner last night, but I think someone should pony up and give me dessert.”

  “Dessert? For breakfast?” She let out a giggle, and I started to question my damn self again. Fuck. She wasn’t nearly as old as she played off. She was legal, but that was about it. Damn liquor.

  “Never know if tomorrow will come.” I pressed myself to the top of her soft, warm body and ran my hand down her side. “Open up and let me in.”

  “Yeah,” she whispered sensually and spread her legs wide for me. Like a good girl.

  The moan that left her as I pressed my cock deep inside her tight little body caused goose bumps to break out over my skin.

  “Fuck,” I moaned and pressed my mouth to the side of her neck, jack-hammering her pussy as she cried out beautifully for me. I ran my hands down between her and the bed, cupping her ass and lifting her a little so I could get the last few inches of a cock inside of her.

  “Condom,” she whined as she clawed at my back.

  “Hush,” I rolled my hips, fucking her deep and slow as she wrapped herself tightly around me. “I’ll get it when I’m ready.”

  She didn’t argue, but the sweet little thing was nearly orgasming. I could feel her body swelling around me, teasing the tip of my cock and milking my shaft. It was all I could do to hang on.

  Morning sex was my favorite. The woman beside me was always so tight and warm, sleeping and sweet. There was something almost soft about it, which helped me feel like less of a bastard than I was.

  “I’m going to come.”

  “Good. Wet the bed.” I bit my tongue as I tried to think of her fucking name again. Nothing came to mind. Not good. She could just be ‘baby’ for the morning. “Fuck me hard, baby.”

  I rolled my eyes internally at myself. I had a one-way ticket to hell for my indiscretions no doubt, but I was in too deep to pull out.

  She cried out and tightened her taut thighs around my side, pulling me in deeper as she undulated her hips, stroking my dick with her sloppy wet slit.

  I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. God, I loved fucking. It was the only pleasure that produced a high every time.

  “Come for me,” she whispered and pushed at my chest.

  “Not without a rubber, Angel.” I lifted up, flexing my arms and chest.

  The look in her eyes was one I’d seen before many times, though the shit never got old. Lust. Adoration. Worship.

  “Then get one?” She smiled and ran her hands over my chest. “You work out, don’t you?”

  No fucking way I was diving into awkward sex conversations that early in the morning. She had the wrong guy.

  I moved to my knees and gripped her legs, pulling her up and pressing my swollen shaft back into her as she mo
aned loudly. “No more talking, baby. Just watch me fuck you, okay?”

  “Mhmm,” she bit her lip, trying to look cute. She pulled it off well, but I was stepping over the line. The look on her pretty face told me she was dreaming of dates, rings and babies.

  Warning bells were ringing in my head. I had to blow and go. Fast.

  I pulled out and slid my hand up her chest, squeezing on of her tits. “Put your mouth on me.”

  Her eyes widened a little, but she moved to her knees and reached out, stroking my damp erection before pulling her mouth around the tip of me.

  I slid my hand in her hair, held her still and fucked her nice and slow until fire burned deep in my belly.

  “Use your teeth.” I groaned as she scrapped her teeth over my sensitive skin. “That’s it,” I whispered gravelly. “Drink it, baby.”

  She moaned around my cock as I pressed forward and released myself into her sweet mouth, watching as she drank from me like a fountain.

  “So good,” she said as I dropped back to press my ass to my heels, panting like I’d jogged around the fucking block.

  “Yeah you are.” I leaned over and kissed her. “I’m gonna slip into the restroom. I’ll let myself out and call you soon?”

  She flopped back on the bed, her tits bouncing for me nicely. “Sounds great, but no hurry. I have nowhere to go just yet.” She bit her lip playfully.

  I forced a smile. Fuck me for not leaving when she passed out the night before. Me and my damn desire for morning sex.

  ****

  I left her lying on the bed, trying to look like a sex kitten, when I was sure the poor thing just wanted to go back to sleep. Women were so cute, so endearing. And I was a bastard.

  I closed the bathroom door and brushed my teeth. A shower would help my hangover a little, but it would take too long. I would have to do that later. I splashed cold water on my face, but it didn’t have the same soothing effect. My thoughts moved around in various places, fucking with me as I glanced up and looked at myself in the mirror.

  I didn’t want to face her again. I never liked facing the women I slept with the morning after. They usually wanted me to call them or worse, to spend the morning with them in some mock version of a relationship that would never exist. I didn’t take them to bed with me to make them mine forever. I was never in it for longer than one night.

  Did that make me a womanizer? Probably. You can’t help who you are.

  Sure, the female body was irresistible and I knew just what to do to get a piece of it whenever I wanted, but a long-term thing scared me. Hell, seeing them a second time scared me. My parents had a beautiful relationship full of love and respect and dad ended up losing it all, anyway. What was the point of loving someone so deeply just to have her ripped away from you? Fuck that. Not for me.

  There had been times when I would run into a woman from my past. It became harder to avoid them when there were so many. The one thing that upset them the most was when I pretended not to recognize them.

  I only tried that a couple times.

  It was always easiest to get away before she made breakfast and realized that I didn’t have her number. When she ran into me later, she would be the one pretending not to know me. It was better than having to admit that she’d been left high and dry, no matter how sexually satisfied she was at the time.

  I forced my mind to chill the hell out and got dressed in my jeans and a collared shirt. My father preferred suits when I went into the office – backward thinking didn’t get anyone anywhere – but I had spent the night partying with women and it was Saturday. I found myself suddenly hung-over and grumpy. He would have to put up with jeans.

  I slicked my hair back, using oil that made my dark hair look blacker than black and turned my head side to side, taking in my handiwork. The movement made me nauseous but despite my throbbing head, I looked okay. Not bad. Not bad at all. I smiled at myself in the mirror and turned away.

  When I opened the door a little to see her, she had thankfully fallen back asleep. She had wrapped herself in the covers, but her pert little ass hung out. She did that shit on purpose. Women. I tiptoed to the desk where my laptop bag sat against the chair. With the bag slung over my shoulder and my shoes in hand, I made my way quietly to the door. I left the keycard on the desk. I wouldn’t be using it again and I trusted Brunette over there to check out after she’d gotten over her anger.

  I put my hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. The door clicked open. I patted my pockets out of habit and froze. I was missing my phone. I turned around and scanned the room. It was still on the bedside table.

  Dammit.

  I considered leaving it behind for a moment. Was a phone worth the trouble? But I couldn’t leave it. All my contacts were on that phone and it would be the fourth one I’d lost or broken this year.

  “Money doesn’t grow on trees,” my father would say if he found out I’d lost yet another one. Despite living a life that suggested money actually did grow on trees, this was his favorite saying. I walked to the bed as quietly as I could and picked up the cell phone. I pocketed it and I was about to turn away before my phone chimed with an incoming message. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped for the best.

  “You’re not leaving yet, right?” the pretty brunette blinked a few times and asked in a husky voice.

  Fuck!

  “Yeah,” I said and cleared my throat. “I have a meeting at the office.”

  She flashed a languid smile and stretched her arms up. The covers slid from her body and she lay before me in her naked glory. I wouldn’t have minded another round with her, but my balls were empty and I had too much to do. Like run.

  “I really can’t stay, sweetheart,” I said. She pouted and rolled onto her stomach. I was relieved her breasts weren’t in view to distract me anymore. Something about tits just did it for me.

  “On a Saturday?”

  I shrugged. My father worked six days a week.

  “Do you want to meet up later, then?” she asked.

  I shook my head and glanced at my wristwatch. “I don’t know if I’m going to be in town.”

  That was a lie, of course. I knew I was going to be around. I just didn’t want to see her again. I leaned over the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead. I couldn’t just turn around and walk away now that she was awake. Women were so sensitive about these things, fussing about emotions after the fact.

  “I’m going to be late,” I said. “I’ll try to get in touch with you when I have a chance.”

  She frowned and rolled over, sitting up. She clutched the sheets to her chest. She looked like a model in those movies where they were naked in bed for no good reason other than to show off their bodies.

  “You don’t have my number,” she said. Damn. Why did I always end up with the brilliant ones that were on the ball? Shit, if I were being honest, it seemed like all women were always on the ball when it came to the second date or swapping phone numbers stuff.

  “I’ll find it,” I said, smiling.

  She didn’t think it was funny. “Instead of just asking for it?”

  I forced a smile. “Can we talk about this later?” I asked, looking at my wristwatch again.

  “When you find my number?” she asked sarcastically. She was getting angry with me. God, this was irritating. It was better than when they got all teary – those were the worst – but anger took a close second.

  “Yes?” I gave her a boyishly cute smile, or so I hoped it was.

  “Let’s not kid around, Zach,” she carried on. “I heard you were like this. I didn’t think it was true, though. You know, with your whole campaign about women’s empowerment. I thought it would mean something. Turns out, it was bullshit.”

  I fought the urge to roll my eyes. We’d been running the campaign for six months and since then, any time I left a woman – which was every time – they threw that at me. It was this new hall pass they tried to use. Emotional blackmail.

  “We’re more than happy to help w
omen in the business world,” I said. “But this is my personal life. Not the same thing.”

  She folded her arms over her chest, her eyes spitting fire at me. She wasn’t nearly as attractive now as she had been the night before.

  “I’ve left the key card on the desk,” I said. “I really have to get going.”

  “I’m sure,” she said and gave me a look that made me want to flee. I nodded and turned around, walking to the door where I’d left my bag and shoes. I pulled on the shoes before opening the door again.

  Thanks for-” I started to say, but she cut me off.

  “Don’t. I’m not interested in you treating me like a hooker. Get out,” she said angrily.

  That was my cue to leave. I closed the door behind me, shutting out her stare. I sighed and shook my head.

  Another day, another woman.

  What she said about Daybreak Solutions’ new campaign was ridiculous. Why should I change my own views just because my dad wanted the company to revive the original dream? Sure, my mom would have loved the campaign. Everything about it screamed Girl Power and my mom had been a front runner for women’s rights. But she was gone now, and even though the company was her legacy, I was not the company.

  I was the CFO. I didn’t have to be all women are everything just because my mom’s company used to be all about that image.

  The moment I thought it, I felt bad. My mom had a vision. She wanted to create an opportunity that would mean something to someone. She succeeded, too. She started with the Nettles’ Women Foundation – the NWF – that had made its mark as one of the safest places to go for abused and battered women. When she started Daybreak, which was an extension of the foundation, it was not only to help those who needed a break in life to start their own business. It had also helped the women who escaped with nothing.