His Dark Desires: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (2 page)

“
I
don’t have time
, Daddy.” I grabbed an apple on my way out the door and gave my mom a quick hug. Breakfast with the family was not an option that day. “I’ll call later and let you know what time I’ll be home. Love you both!”

“We expect you home for dinner, Aud,” my dad crisply reminded me. Sometimes I wonder if he knows how the real world operates.

I ran to my car, almost tripping in my two-inch black heels. Probably not the best choice of shoes, seeing as I had no idea what to expect on my first day. Would he have me entering data in spreadsheets or washing his car and reorganizing the kitchen? I was aware of how much most women contributed to a home, even when they worked like my mom did. But I got the impression James’ better half did the housewife thing full time. I had thrown my bikini in a bag, but on second thought, I wasn’t sure if I would even use it. The thought of swimming alone in a strange man’s house made me feel a little slutty, even though he was my boss. Maybe once I got to know him a little better.

I made it to work on time, breathing a sigh of relief. Once I pulled into the driveway, a small part of me felt like I was home. It was weird, but I guess in some way, James made me feel more comfortable than I realized.

As soon as I stepped on the front porch, he pulled on the heavy, wooden door, like the prince of his castle greeting his long, lost princess. It creaked as it swung on the hinges, and when he saw me standing there, his mouth parted and he drunk me in like a tall glass of water. I was used to being looked at—even gawked at—but the way James did it was different. It was almost like he was a caged beast and was doing everything in his power to stay in control.

He showed me around the place, and I was in awe of the beauty. My heels clicked eloquently on the marble floors that circled the foyer and went all the way down the hallway and around to the kitchen. Oak paneled wainscoting hugged the walls, and I promised myself that someday, when I was a successful lawyer, I would have a home just like this.

“Alright. You’ve had the grand tour. Let’s get to my office, and I’ll show you what you’ll be working on today.”

He definitely didn’t screw around. I followed him into a room that was about half the size of my whole house. Bookshelves lined several walls, and his desk spread underneath a large, oval window that overlooked the pool. How anyone could concentrate on work with that view was beyond me.

James pulled a chair over for me to sit in, and I joined him in front of his computer.

“I’ve set up a user account for you. I need you to open up all the files that are surrounded by brackets, delete the pricing info, then move the document into the ‘working’ folder. There are several hundred, so it’ll take you a while.”

As I stared at the computer screen, James placed the palm of his hand on top of my knee. Apparently, I had been bouncing my leg up and down without realizing it.

I let out a nervous laugh but James didn’t so much as grin at me. I felt the weight of his stare from head to toe. It was intoxicating, dizzying.

“There’s no need to be nervous, Audrey. You’ll do fine. I’m sure of it.”

I swallowed hard as he let his gaze wander down to where his hand was resting.

“If telling me not to be nervous and touching my leg is supposed to ease my nerves, you need to do a little more talking and a lot more touching.”

Whoa! Not what I meant…

“I mean… um… what I meant to say was, I’m still nervous.” I shook my head in utter disbelief that I was basically begging to be molested by my boss. What the hell had gotten into me?

He raised a brow at me, as if I had said something wrong. At that point, I basically wanted to crawl under the table and hide away for the rest of the day, maybe the rest of the summer.

“It’s alright, Audrey. As long as you’re showing respect, you don’t have to censor yourself with me. I understand what you’re saying.”

His hand stayed planted on my leg, and we sat there for what seemed an eternity. I’m not sure what he was waiting for. An invitation? An interception? Instructions? Somehow, I didn’t think this man needed instructions about anything when it came to the ways of a woman. But he sure wasn’t going to get an invitation to do anything. Not from me, anyway. I wasn’t that kind of girl.

“Um, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get to work. I’d sure hate to feel like you’re not getting your money’s worth.” I let out a nervous laugh, feeling like if I made the wrong move, the earth would shatter into a million pieces, and I’d be left standing there holding the hammer.

“Don’t worry about me getting my money’s worth, Audrey. I have every intention of getting what I want from you.” He moved his hand further up my leg, and his free hand brushed the soft curls that had fallen around my cheeks. Before I had a chance to protest, his face was buried in my neck. Soft lips teased my skin, and part of me wanted to jump up out of my seat while the other part was paralyzed and confused. I probably would have jumped, but I was stuck. Literally. I was caught between the chair and a hard desk. And then James said something that stopped my heart.

His breath warmed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my nipples pucker as his fingertips teased my labia. I knew this was going somewhere really wrong, really fast. I needed to stop him. No way could I let this man get in my pants, or my skirt, no matter how rich and how gorgeous he was. I was saving myself for the right one. It was wrong. Plus, he was my boss. I couldn’t totally ruin my job on the first day.

And what would he think of me if I slept with him? What would he think of me if I didn’t? Would I get fired? Damn, this was getting way too complicated. I needed to get out now. Maybe if I told him I felt sick. I could tell him I had diarrhea. That’s worked before. But then he’d just have this mental picture of me sitting on the toilet.

No thank you.

“James, you cant–I can’t do this,” I said, pushing his hand away and leaning backwards. He was still face-first in my neck, breathing in my scent.

But his hand wouldn’t push away. My heart began pounding in my chest.

He wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

I scooted further back, wiggling my ass in the chair as both of his hands worked their way to my hips. He looked at me, and his irises were radiating an animal-like lust that would not be quelled.

The backs of his fingers gently caressed my cheek and his free hand made its way through the loose strands of my hair. “You have been driving me crazy ever since yesterday. I can’t get you out of my head. I must have you.”

He pressed himself into my lips, parting them with his tongue. I had never been kissed with such force, such passion. And the more I resisted, the harder he kissed me. I was scared. Scared to say yes, but also scared to say no. I was so conflicted. My body was on fire for this man I hardly knew, and I wanted to cave in, to let myself get carried away and fucked with wild abandon, but I also wanted to save myself for marriage. I had never had a hard time resisting before. Why was this time different? There were so many other variables at play here, where could I begin?

He pushed my skirt up and grasped the top of my panties, giving them a gentle pull. The next thing I knew, white lace was on the floor, and my ass was stuck to the cold, wooden chair with my skirt around my hips.

“Take your top off, Audrey,” he ordered. “I want to see those perfect breasts of yours.”

“I… I…” Without waiting for me to further respond or refuse, he started unbuttoning my blouse. I sat motionless, helpless, knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop him.

And suddenly, I didn’t want to.

Once my top was open, James stood up and pulled me from the chair. My body slammed into his, and I could feel his erection pressing into me. I just closed my eyes and let the fear melt away as his hands brushed the blouse off my shoulders and sent it shimmying to the floor. My round breasts swelled up at him, just begging to be touched.

“Your tits are gorgeous, much more beautiful than I pictured,” he said, cupping them in his hands and twisting my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I let out a little gasp, and with every touch, I knew I was getting deeper and deeper. I hadn’t wanted to lose my virginity like this. It should be special, with someone I loved. But my body was responding to everything James was doing. And responding in ways I never would have thought possible. I felt guilty for wanting him and revealing myself like that, but I needed to feel him inside of me.

James unbuckled his belt, and the weight dragged his pants to the floor. He was at full attention, and within seconds, he lifted me up, spun me around, and sat me on the desk.

“Wait!” I pressed my hand against his hard chest. “James, I’m…” I stopped mid-sentence, not sure if I wanted to tell him what I thought he should know. Turns out it wouldn’t have mattered if I had told him the house was on fire. He didn’t wait. He slid inside my wet folds, pushing slowly but deeply, and the pain forced me to cry out. The burning sensation pushed tears to the corners of my eyes. But I sucked it up, and within a few seconds, the pain was gone, disappearing with my will to fight.

My legs were over his shoulders, and my heels pointed at the ceiling as his pelvis thrust back and forth, moving his rigid cock in and out of me like he had fucked me a thousand times before. His thumb teased my clit, and I could feel my belly tighten, wanting more, needing more. I arched my back and that was all it took to send me over the edge. My body shook violently as I came, but James didn’t stop pounding me for one second. His hands gripped my hips and he grunted like an animal as he fucked me with all his might.

I could feel his cock turn to steel inside of me, and when his movements slowed to a rhythmic grind, I worried he was stopping.

“Oh god! Don’t… stop…” I blurted breathlessly, still riding the waves of my orgasm.

He slammed into me as hard as he could and held me still. Then his head flipped backwards and his voice bellowed a low, incomprehensible growl.

James pulled out of me and took a few steps back. As the high of my orgasm began to wane, I wondered what in the hell I had done. What if the only reason he hired me was to fuck me and send me out the door?

All of a sudden, I was sick. I couldn’t look him in the face. I had to get out of there. I had to leave right away. Nausea swirled in my gut, so I darted to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and puked my guts out until I couldn’t puke anymore. My head rested against the toilet seat, and all I could do was wonder what had possessed me to give it up so easily. I just needed to get cleaned up and go home and never think of what happened again.

After splashing my face with some cold water, I pulled down my skirt that was still bunched around my waist, and I crossed my arms to cover my chest. If I could just get my blouse on and get the heck out of dodge. I ran out of the bathroom and threw my clothes on. Thank God James had left the room. I could make an escape without him noticing.

“Hey, are you alright?” A hand grabbed me by the arm before I could get down the stairs.

“I’m going home,” I said to James, fighting back the tears. “This was a mistake.”

I turned to run away when he grabbed me again.

“You’re not going anywhere, Audrey.”

“
W
hat do
you mean I’m not going anywhere?” I jerked my arm out of his grip.

“I can’t let you leave this upset. Tell me what’s wrong.”

James spoke quietly, but firmly. My body relaxed when I realized he really wasn’t trying to be an A-one, first class jerk. I sat down on the stairs and let my face fall into the palms of my hands. James sat next to me and put his arm around me.

“What’s got you so upset, Audrey? You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

Enjoy myself? Sure. Until I realized the gravity of my mistake.

“I don’t know how to say this, but you’re my first. And you have a wife… I guess I didn’t expect to lose my virginity this way. I can’t believe myself.” And then the tears came, streaming down my face. What an awesome first day on the job.

“You’re a virgin?” James turned his head away from me.

“I was a virgin. I’ve been saving myself… for the right man.”

“Jesus,” James muttered. He then wrapped his other arm tightly around me. “I wish you would have told me. If I had known—”

“I know,” I interrupted. “You wouldn’t have tried anything, right?”

“No, I would have still tried. Maybe not today, but I would have eventually.”

I looked at James and couldn’t help but smile. Damn this man and his hypnotizing green eyes that could probably seduce anyone, anywhere.

He brushed my cheeks and gave me a warm kiss. It seemed like I had known him a lifetime, and I think I felt that way the moment we met. I just wouldn’t allow myself to admit it.

“You have such a beautiful smile, you know that?” he asked me, his lips inches from mine.

I didn’t want to fall for him, but I had the feeling it was too late. I was getting James Fever bad, and I could only hope that I could cure myself before I died of heartbreak.

“I suppose I should tell you a little secret about me since we’re being honest.” James wiped his forehead before continuing, and I swiveled to face him on the steps.

“My marriage is finished. My wife and I tried to have kids for a long time, but she has a condition that makes her incapable of getting pregnant. Anyway, she sank into a depression and started drinking pretty heavily last year, and ended up spiraling into the party scene. So she ends up having an affair with some man that she met at this jazz club downtown. The divorce was finalized last month.”

Infidelity. Now that’s one knife that cuts pretty deep. I know from experience. My heart ached for him.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t blame you for kicking her out, though. That’s unforgivable in my book.”

James sighed. “I didn’t kick her out. I wanted to fix things, but she wanted to leave. When she told me about the other guy, I stood there and stared at her. For the first time in my life, I had no words. I thought I had been a good husband, a good provider. I know it’s been hard on her, with both of us approaching forty next year, but obviously I let her down in some way.”

I saw the sadness wash over his face, and I took James by the hand.

“You can’t blame yourself for this. It’s not your fault that she can’t have kids any more than it’s your fault she started drinking instead of getting help. Believe me, I understand how much damage addiction does. It doesn’t just affect the user. It sucks everyone in its path, destroying everything it touches.”

James looked at me, wide-eyed, then leaned in and kissed me again with a passion that made my toes curl.

“For an eighteen-year-old, you’re pretty wise.”

“I’ve tried to pay attention here and there, you know?” James and I both started laughing and he pulled me to an embrace. Turns out this wasn’t such a bad first day on the job after all.

We sat on the stairs for a few more minutes before getting up and finishing the day. I managed to get most of the documents edited and moved before leaving James’ house around six o’clock. I had a hell of a time concentrating too. How does a girl work a full day right after losing her virginity? Lots of coffee and chocolate, that’s how.

Yep. Turns out James has an itty, bitty romantic side. After I worked for a couple of hours, he asked me to make a fresh pot of coffee. When I got back to his desk, there was a full plate of chocolate truffles. I almost had another orgasm right there. Truffles are my favorite candy, but I hardly ever eat them. My friends think I’m crazy, but I think they’re one of those things in life that are so much more enjoyable when you’re boyfriend buys them for you. Eating truffles alone is almost like masturbating; it’s good, but it’s better when you do it with the one you love.

J
ames’ fingers traipsed
up and down my side and I giggled uncontrollably. My mouth was raw from kissing for the past two hours. And my pussy wasn’t far off. When James shoved two fingers inside of me, I moaned in sweet agony. He took my nipple in his mouth and bit me lightly, sending white-hot bolts of lightning through every cell in my body.

“Oh my God, James. You do realize I’m not going to be able to walk, right?”

James lightly flicked my swollen bud with the tip of his tongue.

“Good,” he replied. “Then I can keep you prisoner here.” He cleared his voice before changing to a deep baritone and holding an invisible phone to his ear. “Hello, Mr. Braxton. James Stone here. I regret to inform you that I’ve kidnapped your daughter. She is currently at my home on Westgate Drive, and will remain here as my sex slave for life. Yes, as a matter of fact, we do have a contract…”

I busted into uncontrollable laughter as James continued.

“Sure, I understand sir. I will take good care of her, and I’m happy to allow her visitation with you on holidays… what’s that sir…? Of course. I’ll make sure she attends church every Sunday, right after she makes sweet love to me in every room of the house.” James looked at me and shook his head as he spoke, making a complete mockery of the whole phone call. I reached up and grabbed the invisible phone from James.

“Daddy! Help me! I’m being molested by a big, scary, white man, and he’s been shoving his monstrous cock in my pussy every day for the past two weeks. Save me! Please—”

James grabbed the fake phone away and tossed it across the room before face-planting me with one of his irresistible kisses, both of us hurting from laughing so hard. I was falling head over heels for this man, and fast.

“Alright, you slacker,” James said, giving me a light smack on the ass. “We both need to get back to work.”

“If you insist, boss man.”

I threw the sheet to the side and sat up in bed, regretting that I had to get up and leave our sex cave for more work. I was getting a little too spoiled with our daily escapes to the bedroom.

“I’ll just jump in the shower if that’s okay.”

“Sure, baby, go ahead.”

I stood up and that’s when everything closed in on me. I fell forward and caught myself on the edge of the bed.

“Audrey? You okay?”

I looked up at James, trying to focus, but it wasn’t working. Nothing seemed to be working. Gravity was doing a real number on me.

And then everything went black and I went down.

I
lay
on the exam table, shaking from head to toe. According to the nurse, I wasn’t running a fever, so I must have been shivering from nerves. Sometimes I hated my nerves.

Personally, I thought that James was overreacting by insisting on bringing me to the doctor. I was probably just stressed out—you know, new job, new relationship, and college on the horizon. And of course, in the back of my mind, I was overloaded with guilt, knowing my parents would never approve of me losing my virginity outside of marriage, much less to a white man. There had been nights the past few weeks I could hardly sleep, worrying about how they would react if they knew. I suppose that I was over thinking it, and that our relationship was too fresh to worry about such things this early in the game.

I’m sure that lack of sleep, not eating right, and my overactive brain was to blame for my passing out. Most doctors would agree, I was sure. I had been a patient of Dr. Shelley’s since I was a little girl. I would just let her be the judge.

A few knocks at the door were followed by Dr. Shelley’s cautious entrance. I could spot it on her face before she started talking.

Something was wrong.

“Hello, Audrey.” She smiled and leaned against the sink, my chart in her hands, clasped tightly to her body. Another moment of awkward silence passed.

“I’m surprised to see you here so soon after your last physical.” She glanced down at my chart. “Just two months ago in fact. Tell me what’s new in your life.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’ve been feeling fine. Just a little stressed from starting this new job. And I don’t think I’m sleeping enough. I’m sure I passed out because I stood up too fast. Probably need to eat a little better too. I’ve really been neglecting myself here lately. But that’s going to change because I’m starting college this fall and I need to be on my game because you know I’m going to apply for—”

Dr. Shelley put her hand up in the air and chuckled. “Okay, Audrey, first of all, take a breath and slow down.” She set the chart down and started examining me, lightly feeling my neck and looking in my eyes.

“Sorry,” I replied. “I’ve been a little uptight lately.”

“Uh-huh,” Dr. Shelley muttered, listening to my chest. She went through the works, checking my reflexes and everything. I was just beginning to relax when she asked me a series of questions.

“Any nausea?”

“Nope,” I replied.

“Fatigue?”

“Huh-uh.”

“How about certain foods. Anything set you off lately or just taste funny?”

“Not that I can tell.”

Where in the hell was she going with this?

“How are your breasts? Tender?”

I tilted my head. Now that she mentioned it, my boobs did hurt a little, but that was only because of James man-handling them the way he did. He likes it pretty rough, and as it turns out, I do too.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Hmm,” she replied. She sat down in the seat and pushed the chart aside on the counter. “Well, consider yourself lucky. So far anyway.”

“Why? Am I supposed to be nauseated and have tender breasts and—”

Oh fuck…

Dr. Shelley flashed a sad smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. There’s no way. There just no way this could be happening to me right now.

Fuck. My. Life.

“Yes, Audrey. You’re pregnant.”