ROYAL BRIDE (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (49 page)

“This is your first time.” It was a statement, not a question. I felt ashamed that I had no experience in sex. Lying to him was not going to work because he was so experienced he could tell a virgin from an expert.

“Yes,” I whispered in a barely audible voice, shame coursing through me. Maybe I should have taken Amy’s advice and gotten laid before I met Nick.

“And you want to continue?”

“Yes,” I said.

He gently pushed into me a little more. I winced, then relaxed as he pushed all the way in. I felt the pain tear me up like I was being split, but it lasted only a few seconds. He held his cock steady inside of me, then gently pulled out and thrusted into me slowly. The pain was not as intense. I relaxed with each penetration, and soon he was thrusting quickly into me. I held onto him tightly, my body riding along as he moved, his impossible cock fitting like a glove.

Intermittently, his mouth gently claimed mine and let go as he kept rocking me. I reached the height of my pleasure, my moans getting louder. His grunts heightened as he pounded me harder and harder. Then a warm bubble spread inside me, threatening to erupt.

I held onto Nick, screaming his name over and over again as he thrusted so deep into me I started shaking. He was coming as well, his orgasm overtaking him as he held me closer. As our bodies melted together, I knew that Nick was right about one thing. There was something between us, something worth exploring.

NICK

Long after Sara had left, Nick sat in his office, dreaming about how perfect his afternoon had been. Who would have thought that a girl that pretty was still a virgin in her twenties? He didn’t know New York had any virgins over seventeen years old. He was still lost in his thoughts when a knock sounded at his door, and as usual, without waiting for a response, Zia strolled into the office.

"Someone had a good time," Zia smirked.

"Zia, stop. You let her in."

"She looks decent and I liked her. I thought you'd appreciate her visit."

"Maybe so. What's your point?” Nick said, trying to hide the irritation in his voice. Zia had a way of getting under his skin at the worst moments.

"Nothing. I walked over to discuss serious business, but your office smells like sex.”

"Zia, you really have to start learning how to mind your business. I think you need a man to keep you entertained. I should hook you up with one of my friends. That would keep you busy and out of my hair.”

Zia snarled at him. "You know that's never going to happen. Your friends are all jerks.”

“Probably, but you can't live in the past forever. Being hurt doesn't mean you can't move on. Jason was an asshole for cheating on you, but that was in high school, Zia.”

"Fine, Nick. I think that's enough about me," Zia said firmly, her voice controlled and her tone flat.

"So how can I help you?” Nick said, sitting in his huge leather chair.

"You owe the preservation some money.”

"What do you mean?”

"What do I mean? You've been so preoccupied with getting into Sara’s pants you've hardly given work any thought.”

"Fine. So what do I owe and for what?”

“Your girlfriend’s share of the donation for the ball.”

“Oh, yes,” Nick said. “Take it out of my salary for this month. I did forget.”

“Of course you did. Where your mind’s been, I’d forget if I were you. So tell me, was she as good as she looks?”

“Zia, you don’t give up, do you?” Nick said.

"You should know me by now," Zia said as she started to walk away. “And if you don't want to have little ones all over your house soon, you probably should use a condom next time.”

Nick picked up an eraser off his desk and flung it at her, but she dodged it and closed the door after her.

After she left, Nick still had a smile on his face, partly from the memory of how warm Sara had been, and partly from the fact that his sister was the most persistent person he’d ever met. Zia was a pain in the rear, but he loved her. He liked how Zia teased him about Sara. It meant one thing – she liked Sara. She never liked any of his women. This was the first time she had expressed interest in his female affairs, and it was nice to know his twin also liked Sara.

Thoughts of Sara brought more smiles to his face, and surprisingly, made his pants feel tighter. He was getting a hard on by simply thinking of her. He couldn’t wait to see her later that evening, and hopefully, if things went well, he’d get another chance to show her how much he truly cared for her.

SARA

I left Nick’s office determined not to overanalyze the situation. I had shamelessly had sex with a man who probably didn’t care too much about me now that he had gotten into my panties. One part of me regretted giving myself so completely to him. The logical thing to do was to call him and cancel the dinner plans we’d made for tonight, then ignore him and let things die. But I knew Mr. Rich too well. He would never back down from anything he wanted, and if he wanted me, there was no escaping him.

Amy couldn't make it to the dinner even though she really wanted to go. One of her co-workers was leaving their company and she had to attend an informal send-off dinner.

I had wanted her to come with me –almost like a chaperone– but on the other hand, Nick and I had gone too far to need a babysitter.

Thinking of sitters, I rubbed my belly. I had been so carried away I forgot to use protection. I crossed my fingers and prayed I was safe. Either way, it was too late to worry. Nick had released his seed in me and I had gladly received it. I didn't want it any other way.

Amy came over to my house to dress for her party because, as she had stated over the phone, she wanted to make sure I was dressed appropriately for the occasion.

"Amy, you know you don't have to be here," I grumbled as I opened the door, but she pushed past me, bubbling with excitement. I swear no one could be as excitable as Amy.

"What do you mean I don't have to be here? Sara, the man would be ashamed of being seen with you, the way you dress. He's used to classy women, remember? Your goal is to entice him and make him want you."

I snorted. "What's wrong with how I dress? Besides, I don't need to entice him."

Amy placed her purse on the chair and looked at me. "What do you mean?" I tried to hide the smirk on my face but was unsuccessful. "You slut. You total slut! You slept with him, didn't you?"

I couldn’t deny it even if I wanted. This was Amy and what Amy wanted, she got. Instead of denying it, I smiled and looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

"You are not denying it?”

"Amy, how is this your business?"

"My best friend loses her virginity and it's none of my business?"

"It really isn't. Please don't ask me to tell you the details. Because I won't," I said as I left her standing in the living room. I went to my closet to pick out clothes.

"Sara, there is no way I'd let you not tell me. It was your first time and I have a right to know every detail. Was he big? Was he good? Did he go down on you?" She had followed me to my closet.

"Amy! I'm not telling,"

"Just a little, please. At least tell me if it was good."

I stood in my closet, sorting through the hangers, trying to decide what to wear. Suddenly my closet, which had been mostly functional for years, seemed so inadequate.

"Help please?" I turned to Amy. If anyone knew how to put together an ensemble, Amy did. She could mix and match my clothes and present amazing selections. But she didn't budge; she stood there, hands akimbo, apparently waiting for me to tell her about my day with Nick.

"It was nice," I said in a voice so low you had to be right next to me to hear it.

“Just nice?" Amy said, smiling.

"It was great and I'm glad I waited for the right man."

"Oh, he's suddenly the right man? A few days ago, he was the man who had forced himself on you and now he’s the perfect man? Are you kidding me?”

I smiled and nodded. How do I explain how I felt in Nick's arms earlier that day? How do I tell her the secrets Nick and I now shared? We had only just met, met officially, but somewhere deep down, I knew Nick was the right man for me. I wasn't going to rush it, though. I was not the type of person to rush into things, most of the time.

"He is sort of cool," I rephrased my sentence, hoping Amy would leave me alone. It seemed to have worked because she looked at me, smiled, moved to my closet, and pushed me to the side.

"Let me do this."

I moved aside and let her work her magic. In a few seconds, she uncovered a black, silky dress with tags on it. I had purchased it years ago, but it had been too big. I’d kept it because I truly loved it. I had since put on a little weight and the dress might just be right.

"I forgot this was here," I told her, taking the hanger from her.

"Well, I didn't. We bought it together and I remember how much you liked it. It might fit better now."

I pulled the dress over me and walked to the mirror. It had fit like it should, flattering my curves and clinging to the parts of my body Nick would find fascinating.

"That's my girl. You're going to knock the socks off this guy. Oh, wait, I forgot. You already knocked his pants off."

"Stop!" I said to Amy, playfully hitting her. Yes, he had laid in my arms naked. I remembered the feel of my hands on his skin, how solid he had felt when I traced the definitions in his body. He had been in a hurry to take his clothes off and I hadn’t hesitated either. As I applied my makeup and stepped into a pair of black stilettos, I hoped tonight would be the same.

"Your limo is here," Amy announced as we heard a knock on the door. "You know, in New York City, most of us take cabs to dates, not limos."

"Well, not all of us date billionaires. What can I say?" I said, smiling and kissing her on the cheek. "Please make sure to lock up after you leave."

NICK

Nick arrived at the restaurant thirty minutes before the scheduled time. He had never done that, arrived early. Usually he was right on time, or a few minutes late, but Sara wasn't someone he wanted to keep waiting. Not when he had spent the entire day thinking about her and getting lost in the painting in his office.

In his dreams, he and Sara transported magically into the painting and lived most of their days there. Of course, he'd have to come back to the real world in order to make money to survive, but he could see spending every spare minute in those lush lands, honoring Sara's body. At the thought of her body, a smile spread across his face. She was exactly what he wanted in a woman. Her ass was shapely - that was probably the first thing that attracted him even though he would never admit that to himself. And her pussy? She had been so warm and tight, he secretly hoped she would let him get that close to her again.

At exactly 7:30, the host directed Sara to his table. He didn't have to look up because he knew his limo would be on time. As their eyes caught, he rose and walked toward her, willing himself to stay calm. Sara was so much prettier than the last time he saw her. The black dress she wore made her look like a goddess, and her shoes made her legs seem endless. He swallowed as he walked toward her. He couldn’t wait to hug her tight and hold her. His eyes caught hers again, and he knew the sparkle he saw in them was for him.

"Sara, you look lovely." He reached for her, unsure if he should hug her, kiss her, or shake her hand. Yes, they had shared an intimate moment in the heat of passion, but he didn't know how comfortable she was with him displaying his emotions publicly, especially since the ever-lingering paparazzi would splatter her face on the evening news before they got home from the restaurant.

Sara made it easy for him; she turned her face, and he planted a kiss on her cheek. It wasn't what he wanted, but he was okay with it. Any closeness to her was sufficient.

"Is that all I get?" he whispered after giving her a kiss.

He could tell she wasn't sure what he was asking. Instead of repeating his question, he pulled her close to him and claimed her mouth, not caring who was looking. He felt his groin tighten, but he willed himself to say calm, hoping he would survive the few seconds of intimacy they shared without his cock embarrassing him. Other women he had dated hadn't stirred his animalistic instincts like Sara. Yes, he got excited when he saw them and responded adequately to their feminine seduction, but his inner beast had never arisen, until Sara walked into his life carrying his coffee.

Sara kissed him back, and he could feel her heart throbbing. She was truly his, no denying it. Now to dine her and see if he could convince her to get closer to him.

"You do love kissing me," Sara said as the kiss ended. “I like it.”

"I do," Nick said. "But I guess I’ll have to force it out of you every time."

Sara smiled and sat down as the waiter pulled out a chair for her. Nick sat as well and picked up the menu. "I ordered some wine. You seem like a red wine lover," Nick said, smiling suggestively. He already knew that fact about her from reading the report from his private investigator. Red wine and sushi were her weaknesses.

"Right again," Sara teased, smiling back.

The waiter, who was standing by within ear shot but didn't intrude on them, moved closer to their table and poured wine into Sara's glass.

"Thank you," she said as she lifted the glass to her lips.

"A toast?" Nick asked.