Jessa James - Billionaire Bad Boys

I heard the copier door open, then close. The machine kicked on.

"He was an asshole," Tori replied.

Thank fuck he was an asshole. I didn't even know who the hell Jim was, but he didn’t deserve my sweet Emma, or her virgin pussy.

"I'm telling you, don't do it. Some guy at a bar is not who you want to give your V card to," Tori said.

What guy at what bar? I stood up straight and leaned closer.

"Well, that V card is in my way. No guy wants to deal with a virgin, Tori. I’m like a kid playing in the grown-up pool. It's just one night and then it's over. I can put the stupid virginity thing behind me and move on."

No one wanted to deal with her? Hell, she was perfect as she was. Girl next door perfect and I'd been afraid I'd corrupt her. I wasn't a good guy. Hell, I'd worked my way through enough women to know what they thought of me. I was—used to be—the fuck-em and leave-em type, but I'd never offered any of them more than one night and they all knew that going in. I'd only wanted a release, a short respite where I forgot everything in their willing bodies. I hadn't promised more. Ever. Had never wanted more. Until Emma. And I wanted to give her everything.

"Then pick someone to make it worth your while. We both know who you really want.”

I heard Emma laugh, but the sound wasn’t sweet, it was sad. "Yeah, that's so not going to happen. He doesn't even know I'm alive."

Tori laughed. “Maybe you should parade around naked. He’ll notice, trust me. And I’ve heard he’s fucking fantastic in bed.”

“God, don’t tell me things like that,” Emma pleaded. “I already can’t think when I’m around him.”

“Seriously, woman. Why don’t you dress up a little? Show some cleavage. You know, seduce him?”

“Right. Me? You’ve got to be kidding. I’m about as sexy as a kindergarten teacher.” Emma sighed and I imagined her crossing her arms, knew the exact face she was probably making. “Hence the problem, Tori. Big, stupid virgin, remember? He wouldn’t waste his time with me. He doesn't seem like the virgin type. Which is one of the reasons I want to get laid tonight.”

Tonight? And who was my Emma pining for? Who the fuck was she talking about? Was Emma interested in someone? I'd never heard of her going on a date, and Ford kept pretty close tabs on everyone working for him. The office was small enough for me to find out what she was doing most of the time. Only Brad from Accounting had come sniffing around her last Thanksgiving and I'd shut him down easily enough. Who the hell was she longing for and why didn't I know about him? I was a jealous prick for wondering, but hell, I was selfish. I wanted her all to myself.

“I still think a one night stand with some guy you hook up with in a bar is a bad idea.”

Bless Tori and her sage advice. Trouble was, my Emma wasn’t listening.

"Look, Tori, it's fine. A stranger is better. If I’m terrible in bed, I’ll never have to see him again. And I want to know what it's like to have a man inside me. I want him sweaty and bossy and so fucking hard he can’t wait to fuck me. I want a real man. I want skin and kissing and a real cock, not battery-operated Bob."

My balls drew up at her words. She wanted skin? Kissing? A bossy man with a big cock?

I had a cock she could ride all damn night.

Tori laughed. "Fine, fine. You're a big girl. We'll meet tonight at Frankie’s. Seven o’clock. If you're going to have a one-night-stand, I'll at least make sure you have condoms and the guy's not a serial killer."

"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…