Lip Service:A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance(2)

"Thanks, Tori!" Emma was really excited. I knew that tone and it was the  same one she'd used when flowers arrived at her desk on Valentine's  Day. Two dozen long stem red roses from a secret admirer. Me.

Ford had called me himself and warned me to back off. Well, I had.  Promising to wait until she graduated to make my move. But her plans for  tonight changed everything.

The only cock Emma was going to have inside her tonight, or any fucking night, was mine.

When two men from finance headed my way, I turned and walked back the  way I had come, ducking into the men's room. I didn't want Emma to know  I'd been listening and I needed a few minutes to will my cock back into  submission.







Fifteen minutes later, I sat behind my desk and watched the sexiest  fucking woman on the planet enter my office with the typed up reports  from our morning meeting. Yeah, I could get the fucking things on email,  but I liked them printed out and delivered. I was old fucking fashioned  in that way, and wasn't about to change, especially if it brought her  through my office door.

Emma set the report on the corner of my desk and didn't even look at me,  which was probably a good thing, considering the way I devoured her  curves with my eyes.

"It's five, Mr. Buchanan. Unless there's something else you need from our office, I'm going to call it a day."

I swallowed hard. Need? Yeah, there was something else I needed, but I  wasn't going to take it here, in my office, with her skirt flipped up  over her luscious ass and her head down on my desk.

At least, not yet. That would come later. When she knew who she belonged to. When her body knew it was mine.

"That's fine, Emma. Are you hitting the town with the rest of the staff  for their usual Thursday night at Frankie's Bar?" The place was upscale,  expensive, and offered exotic drinks like chocolate martinis. And it  was only two blocks from the office. So, yeah, the bar had been a haunt  of the Buchanan staff for years.

Her cheeks turned pink and she bit her lip, but she also raised her head  in surprise and met my gaze. I felt that bright, innocent stare down to  my toes.

I imagined those big, round eyes sizing some stranger up at a bar.  Accepting his offer to buy her a drink. Agreeing to go home with him.  Taking off that tight fucking skirt and wrapping her legs around his  waist.

Fuck.

I had to turn away, afraid she'd see the rage building in my head,  buzzing like a hornets' nest. No one was fucking touching her. No one  but me.

After counting to ten, I looked back up.

She grinned, picking at the corner of the notepad and papers she held in  front of her chest. "Yes. Everyone's meeting there after work. How did  you know about Frankie's? I've never seen you there before."

Standing slowly, I walked around the edge of my desk and stopped inches  from her. More than anything, I wanted to pull her into my arms and  forbid her from entering that meat market. I knew all too well just how  many young, arrogant pricks would be there waiting to get their hands on  a soft, curvy virgin like my Emma. They'd be dressed in their suits,  hair slicked back, throwing hundred dollar bills on the bar to try to  impress the ladies, trying to impress Emma.

Eyes growing wider, she watched me approach, but held her ground. That  was my girl. I loved that spunk, that fucking fire. She'd never backed  down, not once in all the months she'd worked for the Buchanans.

Unable to resist touching her, I lifted my hand to her shoulder in what I  hoped wouldn't come off as an asshole move. She glanced down at my  hand, confused, I was sure, because I'd never touched her before, but  she didn't shrug me off.

I waited patiently for her to raise her gaze to mine. "I've never been invited."

"What?" Shock clouded her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. "How? I mean, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I don't … that's not … I-"

She was so damn beautiful when she stuttered, and her obvious concern for my emotional well-being was adorable.

Leaning forward, I placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before stepping away. "Don't worry about me, Emma."

She gasped at the surprise contact, then bit her lip and stifled the  sound. Her cheek was warm and silky soft beneath my lips. I wanted more,  to find out if she was so damn soft everywhere else. And her scent …

"No," she replied. "I think you should come. Get to know everyone better. Maybe they wouldn't be so sc-"

Emma stopped herself just in time and I threw back my head with laughter. "Scared?"

Her blush was a deep, dark pink and I longed to trace the color all the  way down her neck and under that blouse, discover if her breasts were as  flushed as her face.

"I'm sorry." She sighed. "Look, I'm not usually such a mess. I don't normally-"

"Tell me the truth?" I cut her off.

She raised a brow, but met my gaze squarely. "I tell you the truth, but I don't tell tales."

"That's because you're smart."

It was her turn to laugh. "Apparently, not around you." Her gaze drifted  lower, to my mouth, my lips, just for a moment, but I saw it, and I  knew I would have her. Soon.

I squeezed her shoulder and reluctantly, let her go. "Go on, Emma. It's  been a helluva week. You better go before they think I trapped you here  for the weekend."







Trapped, under me. On top of me. Bent over my desk.

It was like my cock had taken over my head.

"See you next week." Emma walked out of my office without looking back,  her soft blond hair swinging over her shoulders, her curvy ass sashaying  as she left me standing there alone, like a dick.

I nearly ran after her. Instead, I fisted my hands in my pockets and  told my cock to fucking stand down. Nothing was happening until later.

Nothing but me convincing Emma that I was the right man for her, the only man for her.

There was no fucking way Emma was giving her virginity to some random  fucker at a bar. She wanted cock? I had one she could take full  advantage of. But it wasn't just one night I wanted. I wanted all her  nights. I'd stayed away because she was pure, because I didn't want to  risk ruining her with my base needs. And because I knew she had plans,  was just finishing her degree. I was trying to be a god-damned gentleman  and wait until she was ready.

That was over. If she was ready to give her body away, she damn well was  going to give it to me and no one else. I wanted Emma. Her body was  mine. Her smile was mine. That luscious mouth was mine to fuck. Her  virginity, mine to take. I wouldn't share her. I couldn't stand by and  watch her give herself to some random stranger all too eager to fuck her  and forget her.

She deserved better than that and I was going to make sure she got it.

Forever. Yes, Emma was going to be mine tonight. After that, she wouldn't have any doubts about who she belonged to.

But first, I had to convince her that I wasn't playing around. I'd take  her out to dinner and hold doors, that's what I'd do. I'd seduce her,  make her scream with every orgasm, fill her wet pussy with my big, hard  cock. I'd send her roses every fucking day and kiss her until she  couldn't breathe. Eventually, I'd put my ring on her finger and my baby  in her womb. I'd claim her every way a man could claim his woman.

I was done trying to be noble, trying to protect her from my darkness.  If she was ready for more, I was going to give it to her. Me. No one  else.

She was mine, she just didn't know it yet.





Chapter 2





Emma Sanders



I adjusted the strap of my new pink bra and looked at myself in the  mirror. The pink lace and satin did an amazing job hoisting up my large  breasts. The line of cleavage the demi bra created was impressive. I  just had to hope that the guy who I took home tonight liked boobs. Big,  soft round boobs that were so sensitive to the touch that I shuddered  every time I accidentally bumped into my boss's brother. Carter.

I took a deep breath, tried to calm my racing heart. Every time I  thought about what I was going to do tonight, I freaked. So, yeah, maybe  picking up a random guy at a bar, bringing him home and letting him pop  my cherry wasn't the smartest idea I'd ever had. But I was desperate.  No one wanted to date an uptight, twenty-four year old virgin. The men  I'd told thought I was super-religious and looking for an engagement  ring, or cold as ice, rigid and untouchable.

I was going to fuck whatever hottie I could find at the bar. I wasn't  going to ask, or tell him I was a virgin. Hell no. That would derail the  entire thing. I didn't want him to know about my unfortunate state  until his cock was buried deep and the deed done.

If he knew, he'd leave me untouched. Hot and horny and desperate to be  fucked. But something about the V card scared off my would-be lovers.

I wasn't anything special. How could I be? I was still holding my V  card. If I'd been sexy enough, attractive enough, hot enough, I'd have  dates every weekend. But no. I couldn't seduce a man because I'd never  taken one to bed. I didn't know how to act sexy, or to tempt a lover to  my bed. Those invisible signals couples gave each other? I knew they  existed, but had no clue how to participate.

If I didn't resolve this virginity problem, I'd turn into an old cat  lady. A spinster cat lady with a cobweb covered vagina. When I told that  guy Jim, my date to the office Christmas party, that I'd never had sex  before, his mouth had fallen open and he'd been afraid to touch me. He'd  said I was a unicorn.