His Intern: A Billionaire and Virgin Romance Page 10

  “I imagine he’ll be happy to have you back in the office.”

  “That’s the hope.” I nodded. He would be happy to have me back, but not because he felt I added something to the business. It was more like he wanted me close so that he could know what I was up to, when I was embarrassing the name of the Company, when he had to pick up the pieces.

  That was the idea with Hailey, wasn’t it? That had blown up in his face a little bit, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I wasn’t going to let her see that, either. I would be the perfect gentleman and see this through to the end the right way. That was the one thing I could do.

  “I know we don’t talk about this,” Hailey said, “but what’s going to happen when we get back to Denver?”

  I hadn’t wanted to talk about it. I hadn’t wanted to think about it. “We’re going to continue working together,” I said. I wasn’t telling her that we would say goodbye. I didn’t want that. But I couldn’t promise her that we could keep doing this either. Denver was a different world. We’d have to navigate that shit when we got to it.

  Hailey nodded, looking down. I wanted her to look at me so I could fall into the ocean that was her eyes, but she refused to make eye contact.

  “Sounds good,” she said softly.

  The food was amazing, and I shifted the conversation to her, asking about what she loved to do and such. She opened back up, and I stifled a sigh of relief. Why did women have to be so damn difficult all the time?

  We worked our way through dinner and then enjoyed dessert. “God, I’m stuffed.” I moved back in my seat and rubbed my stomach.

  “But it was so worth it.” She dipped her finger in the whipped cream on the pie in front of us and licked her fingers. “Although I’m not sure I’m in the mood for rolling around in the sheets.”

  “What?” I sat up, feigning shock. “I bought this expensive meal and dressed up and no sex? Oh, that’s it. I’m out.” I winked as she giggled. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get out of here.”

  I hated that the night was over. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want any of it to be over. Not the night, not the week, not any of it. I wanted it to last, and for the first time in my life, my money, my social standing, not even my power as CFO could change the fact that the relaxed week was coming to a close.

  I smiled at her, putting my hand on the small of her back as we walked out of the restaurant. The back of her dress was zipped up to just below her shoulder blades, her naked back beautiful and inviting. When she walked, her hips moved under my hand and I felt her body. I wanted her. It hit me so fast, my undeniable hunger. I wanted her naked and writhing beneath me.

  It was partly the wine talking – we’d each had a few glasses – but it was also my male instincts to claim my woman. It was primal and animalistic and real. I wanted her and even though she was stuffed… she wanted me too.

  We drove home. Hailey was silent, the radio on softly so music floated between us, taking the edge off the silence. She was lost in her own thoughts and I didn’t have anything important enough to pull her back to the present.

  We stopped in the driveway and I jumped out to open her door for her. She smiled at me, looking tired.

  “Come on. Let’s get you in the house.” I held my hand out and escorted her to the door, where we paused and I lifted her hand to my lips, kissing her fingers softly. “I had a good time tonight.”

  “Me too.” She moved back and let me open the door before speaking again. “I’m going to get changed,” she said and climbed the stairs, holding the front of her dress so she wouldn’t step on it. I followed her and walked through to the bathroom on the landing. I pulled off my tie and blazer and undid the top button of my shirt.

  I ran the cold water and splashed it on my face. The water dripped down my neck and wet the collar of my shirt in patches. I dried my hands and face before I looked at myself in the mirror one last time.

  The last few times I looked, I had begun to recognize myself less and less.

  “Zach?” Hailey called from the room.

  “Coming,” I said.

  The door was ajar. “Can I come in?” I asked, pushing open the door.

  Hailey stood in front of the mirror. She had removed the clips that held her hair to the side, her golden jewelry and her shoes. She was still fully clothed.

  “Can you unzip me?” she asked.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice, baby.” I walked to her as my body tightened, my pulse spiked. I stood behind her, looking at her in the mirror. I couldn’t read the emotion on her face. She looked back at me, her pupils dilated.

  I slid the zipper slowly down. The dress split open as I moved along, showing her bare back. I touched her skin. It was smooth and pale. I leaned my body against her and moved her hair out of the way. I kissed her shoulder while I slipped the straps of her dress down her arms. It slid down her body, revealing her nakedness. The dress had its own support so Hailey hadn’t worn a bra. When it fell in a heap around her ankles she stood in front of me wearing only a bright pink G-string.

  She was standing with her back to me. I reached around her body and let my hands roam over her stomach and tits. “Fuck, you look good, feel good, smell good.” I ran my nose over her shoulder up toward the back of her neck, breathing in deeply.

  “That feels so good,” she whimpered and turned her head to me, our gazes locking me. “I want you.”

  “Good. Then you’ll get me.” I leaned in and kissed her, opening my mouth and giving her the lead. Her tongue swirled around mine, demanding carnality.

  I pulled her against me, pressing her soft curves against the hardness of my own body. My cock danced between us, trying like hell to get the girl’s attention.

  “And if I didn’t want you?” The cheeky tart asked.

  “That’s something you’ll get over.” I nipped at her lips and smiled.

  Chapter 12: Hailey

  Zach’s kisses were like a trail of fire along my shoulder when I turned my head and kissed him on the mouth. I leaned in for another kiss, opening my mouth and letting him enter me. His tongue was hot and wet and he tasted like wine and the dessert we ate together.

  I had two glasses of wine at dinner, which was more than I was used to and I felt the alcohol surge through my veins. My body felt light and airy and I was ready for Zach even before he touched me. Alcohol also made it easier for me to become aroused but with Zach being such a gentleman the whole night, I wanted him.

  I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I wasn’t an expert suddenly, but I was more comfortable with who I was and what my body was supposed to do. It felt like now that I had broken that barrier, everything had changed. I had stepped into womanhood and now my body knew what it felt like to have sex. It also knew how to crave it.

  My legs tightened as lubrication pooled at the entrance to my heat. I moaned against his kisses and rolled my hips, rubbing his erection with my ass.

  “Turn around,” he barked in a deep, demanding voice.

  I turned slowly, trying hard to tease him. “So bossy. You just thought you were in charge.” He smiled and pulled me flush against him.

  I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way before pushing it off his shoulders. Thick muscles spanned across his chest and abs. I ran my fingers over them and tried to catch my breath. He was too much man for me. Way too much, and yet there he stood, ready to make love to me all night long.

  Zach reached for my breasts, distracted from the process of getting undressed. He tugged at my nipples, tweaking them, and massaging them with one hand on each breast. It was like my nipples had a direct line to my lust and my breath hitched as my body surged with urgency.

  “So fine, Hailey. You have no clue what you do to me.”

  “If it’s anything like what you do to me, we’re both in trouble.”

  I moved my hands to Zach’s buckle, our lips still locked, and fumbled with it until he took over and undid it for me. I broke the kiss only to work his pants down. He
kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, kicking them to the side.

  My breathing was heavy, matching his, and images of him naked, his mouth on various parts of me, flashed through my mind and worked me up even more. The alcohol in my system was making me daring, my newfound talent making me eager. I wanted to drown in his scent, to feel his hands all over me, his mouth and teeth teasing me just right.

  I pulled down his briefs and smiled as his erection sprung free, hard and smooth. When he pressed himself against me he created a trail of lust across my stomach.

  “I like these panties.” He brushed the back of his fingers down my stomach and around the edge of my panties, dipping his fingers inside and rubbing them over my mound.

  I moaned loudly and reached out to grip his shoulders. “Don’t tease me.”

  “Yeah. I will.” He locked eyes with me and stepped closer, turning his hand and sliding a finger into my pussy as he leaned in for a long kiss. “I’ll do whatever I want with you.”

  There was no use fighting it. He was right, and I’d sure as fuck let him.

  He kissed me one more time before stepping back and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

  I knelt between his knees and looked up at him. I had never sucked a man’s cock before but I’d read about it and my friends talked about it all through college.

  “Just breathe through your nose, Hailey. Enjoy yourself.” He slid his hands into my hair and gave me a wicked smile. “And see how much you can fit inside of you.”

  I rolled my eyes before leaning forward and taking a shallow breath. I closed my lips around Zach’s thick head and he groaned and lifted his hips a little. His hands moved to the back of my hair and tightened just a little. I mimicked what he did inside me, moving back and forth. I moved my tongue from side to side, bobbing my head up and down.

  “God, Hailey,” Zach bit out between gritted teeth. “That’s it baby. Take more.”

  I forced more inside of my mouth, trying hard not to gag. He was huge and the pressure of his head bouncing against the back of my throat had my eyes filling with tears. I wasn’t giving up until I got to taste him though. There was no way.

  “Touch my balls,” he groaned and leaned back, keeping his eyes trained on me. “Tug on them.”

  I reached up and stroked his sack, tugging on the skin at the bottom as I pulled back and ran my tongue over his swollen head.

  “Fuck.” He lifted his hips. “Hard and fast, baby. Use your teeth a little.”

  I went to work, sucking him as hard and fast as I could. Adding a little bit of pain to his pleasure seemed to do wonders. He rode my face for a few more seconds before tensing and releasing hot seed down my throat.

  He groaned a few more times, cursing under his breath and looking like a god above me as I knelt there, drinking him down. “Enough. Enough, Hailey.”

  “I love it.” I moved back and stroked him as he panted on the bed above me.

  “Good. I want to be inside of you,” he said. “Up.”

  I got up and stripped off my panties before climbing into his lap. I pressed down on his cock and let out a moan.

  “You’re too big,” I whined.

  “No. You’re too tight.” He ran his hands down my back and forced me down onto his shaft, filling my body with his.

  My breasts were close to Zach’s face and he kissed at the top of each before moving down to my nipple. When he took my nipple into his mouth, my body jolted like he’d shocked me. The sensation tugged at the heat between my legs, even though he was far away from it. I tipped my head back and moaned.

  When Zach let me go I pressed against his chest. “Lie back for me.”

  He moved onto his back and looked up at me. I crawled farther up his body, pulling off his dick before kissing his chest, his shoulder, his neck and finally his mouth. I spent time there, licking and kissing. I moved my hips, rubbing my pussy lips over his thick erection until I found his head again. I pressed back, forcing a little bit of him inside of me.

  “Wait,” Zach said in a hoarse voice, swallowing. He opened the nightstand drawer and fiddled with the foil of a condom. I watched as he rolled it over his erection in front of me. He tossed the foil to the side and lay back down. I repeated the process when he was ready.

  When he was positioned at my entrance I slowly sat down on him again, gasping as he slid inside.

  Zach’s groan accompanied my own.

  In this position, he filled me up even more than he had before. I tested it, rocking back and forth. Zach breathed through his nose, his eyes glassy.

  “Yeah, just keep doing that, baby,” he said in a breathy voice.

  I did as he asked. I rocked back and forth, riding him. From that angle, I found I could control how deep Zach went and the speed. The friction against my clit was incredible. Ecstasy flooded my body in waves, heat building between my legs. I was going to blow soon.

  “Faster, baby.” He gripped my hips tightly and locked his jaw as his eyes darkened. He had to be the most sensual man I’d ever seen in my life.

  I rocked back and forth, moving faster. My knees grazed against the sheets, the skin becoming sensitive, but I ignored it. I was so close to coming it was stupid.

  The orgasm came hard and fast out of nowhere and I collapsed onto Zach’s chest as it took over my body. I buried my face in his neck and shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over me. When it subsided, I breathed hard like I’d been running. My skin was slick where it touched Zach’s. When I finally pushed myself up on his chest again, he was smiling at me.

  He reached up and touched my face tenderly, his palm on my cheek, fingers on my temple.

  “My turn again,” he said softly. He sat up, still inside me and held me against him so he wouldn’t slip out. “I love the way your pussy pulls at my dick like that. You might be new at this, lover, but you’re fucking good.”

  “Hush up and fuck me,” I said, trying to be bold.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  When he had me on my back he shifted and I moved my hips so that he was comfortable again inside me. Zach leaned over me, pressing his hands on either side of my head. He looked me in the eyes. His eyes were a dark green, his pupils wide, and a desperate lust was written all over his face.

  “Mine,” he growled.

  “Yeah. Very much so.” I wrapped myself around him tightly.

  As if he knew that I thought it, he moved out of me and pushed back in. I cried out. I was sensitive after the orgasm and I felt every little bit of movement acutely.

  Zach pulled out again and pushed back in, harder and faster this time. He paused again, waiting for me to want it badly. When he pushed in again, this time, he didn’t pause. He kept moving in and out. His sex was hard and slippery, the condom feeling foreign and familiar all at the same time. Zach pushed in and out harder and faster, knocking his hips against mine. I wrapped my legs around his back and felt him go deeper still.

  I cried out, moaned and whimpered as he took me hard and fast. The sex was primal. Our bodies had chosen a direction and our minds were only along for the ride.

  Zach hammered into me and even though it was rougher than he’d gone before, it was still good. The pain was the kind that made you want more, a dull ache deep inside me that brought back echoes of the orgasm I’d already had.

  Slowly, another one started building, the fire lighting deep in my stomach. I felt him thicken and harden inside me, ready to release, but he kept going, fucking me with a passion that I knew I’d never forget.

  Zach shifted his weight to one hand. With the other he found my breast and pinched the nipple. I cried out but there was no pain, only thirst. I wanted to come. I needed to. I wanted to wet the bed and his balls with my release, to be dirty and show him that I was the best fuck he’d ever had.

  He kept at it, massaging my breast, tweaking my nipple. After a while he moved his hand back to the pillow to distribute his weight. He slowed his pace right down, moving in and out so slowly it was almost torture com
pared to what had just been.

  I was breathing hard, echoing the sound of him panting above me. His skin was shiny with sweat, his muscles flexed and thick. He leaned down and kissed me, pulling me from my thoughts and forcing me to stay in the moment with him. Zach moved in and out slowly for a few strokes. When it was as much as I could bear he picked up the pace again. It was as if he had found a new gear. If I thought I’d known hard and fast before I had been wrong. Zach pounded into me, knocking the headboard against the wall in a rhythmic clapping. My breath was forced out of my lungs in the same rhythm as he was taking me.

  The orgasm that had been pending swallowed me and I unraveled, falling apart beneath Zach. I cried out. My orgasm sent him over the edge and he reached his own climax, emptying himself out inside me. My second orgasm was a lot more intense than the first. A bright white light flashed before my eyes and I moaned and whimpered. Zach was breathing hard in my ear, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

  He collapsed on me with his full weight and for a moment I struggled to breathe. He didn’t pin me down for long. He pushed himself up and looked at me.

  “I’m going to come. Pull on my dick for me?”

  “Fuck yes.” I clamped my legs around him tightly and rolled my hips, massaging the full length of his shaft with my body until he finished worked himself through his second orgasm.

  “Goddammit, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.” He kissed me once more before getting up and walking to the bathroom. When he returned the condom was gone, his sex slick. I could smell the rubber of the condom on him when he lifted the covers and we crawled into bed together.

  We gravitated toward each other, each moving into position as if we’d agreed it beforehand. I lay on his chest; his arm was around my shoulder. I could hear his heart, his breathing as it slowly returned to normal.

  We lay together silently, panting softly. The smell of sex and the charge of the energy in the room was almost too much. I loved it.

  This was our last night. I hadn’t wanted to think about it so soon after we’d slept together but I couldn’t keep the thoughts away. Tomorrow all of this would be over, and no matter what had happened between us here in the mountains, it would stay behind when we left.