by Katie Ford
But amazingly, those stores were pretty boring with variations of the same stuff. So I went bold and started looking up estate auctions. Holy shit. There was one going on tomorrow with dozens of fancy pieces, but one item in particular caught my eye. It was a marvelous emerald and diamond necklace made by Harry Winston, designed for a princess a century ago. Imagining Mia draped in jewels, the robin’s egg emerald pendant nestled between those full breasts was just right.
I called my stylist, Perry, for help.
“Perry,” I said. He was a concierge for rich people, procuring anything they asked for. It paid to roll in dough because you could buy anyone or anything.
“Mr. Wainwright, hello!” he said. “How can I help you?”
“Perry, question: I’m interested in a necklace going up for auction soon. Can you handle that for me?”
Perry’s voice perked up. “Of course, sir. You know that jewelry is my specialty.”
I didn’t, but it figured since Perry himself often wore pinky rings on both pinkies.
“Great, I’ll send over the details. Do whatever it takes to get it, okay?”
He paused for a moment, the phone line almost quivering.
“Do you mean no limits, sir? There’s no limit to how much I can bid?”
“That’s right,” I said. “Like I said, whatever it takes.”
Perry almost squealed then, the whine like nails on chalkboard.
“Oooh, I’m so excited. Yes, sir! Can’t wait!”
But before he could go on, I cut him off. “And while you’re buying the necklace, see if there’s something else that matches. You know, like a ring or earrings or something.”
The personal shopper’s voice fell to a near-hush. “You mean like a set?”
“Exactly like I set,” I growled, voice rough. “Plus pick a dress for the lady, something formal and long, and a suit for me. I’ll send over the sizes.”
“Of course sir,” the other man said obsequiously. “More than happy to.”
And with that, I hung up. This was probably going to be the highlight of Perry’s career, and yet all I could think about was that gorgeous emerald nestled between Mia’s breasts. That, and ripping the brand-new dress off her curvy body. My dick hardened, my balls on fire. Hell yeah, it was going to be good.
Because suddenly, everything was clear. I was in love with the gorgeous Mia Smith and nothing was too good for my best girl.
Chapter 9
Mia
It had been a crazy week for me between exams at school and an upcoming new Pictogram release on Friday, but it was okay because I loved what I was doing. That was what Theo had done for me. The billionaire provided me an opportunity to shine, putting me in a situation where I can’t help but succeed.
I’m grateful for that because before, it seemed like no matter how hard I tried, it just didn’t make a difference. Sure, my programs were good but brogrammers merely sneered, sure that some guy had taken pity and done the work for me. The resulting scorn made me hide behind my curls, shy and ashamed even though there was no reason.
But now, things were different. Theo demanded respect at Pictogram, and that went for male and female engineers alike. Plus, my Mark Janow ad had made me into somewhat of a celebrity, and the boys didn’t snigger behind my back anymore.
But still, work was work, and I couldn’t let Jill down. She was my oldest friend, confidante, and trusty lab partner. Besides, why would I want to let her down? My friend was a fantastic coder, and had had a critical part in my so-called success. So even though everything had changed, in some ways, nothing had changed as well because right now, Jill and I were sequestered in the computer lab, slaving away while drinking cold coffee and eating pizza.
Suddenly, she looked up from her computer screen. “It’s amazing,” she gasped.
I bit my fingernail, chewing away at my doubt. “You sure? Do you want run some more automated tests?”
My friend laughed. “No. We’ve run it like ten times. It passes all the tests every time.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. You’re right.”
Jilly pulled a face at me. “You’ve been working your ass off, Mia. You’ve barely slept all week what with this project and your consulting job,” she said, tossing me a bag of Lucky Charms.
Giggling like old times, I picked out three marshmallows, throwing them in my mouth.
“I know. It’s been intense, right?”
Jill interrupted, playfully snatching the bag from me. “Rule violation!”
“What?” I said, shocked. “What’d I do? Not now, Jilly, seriously I’m so tired.”
And to my surprise, she actually handed the cereal bag back. “Just kidding, Mia. Geez, you look so tired. You wanna get some fries or something? Or more pizza? Come on, let’s get out of here.”
But I just shook my head, packing up my bag. “I would, but I’m beat. Next time, okay?”
And making a face at me, Jilly nodded. “Okay, but don’t eat the green marshmallows next time. You know those are my favorite.”
I had to laugh because frankly, all the marshmallows in Lucky Charms tasted the same to me, no matter their shape or color. Wasn’t it just industrial food, designed to make us want more?
But I nodded. “Sure thing Jilly. And by the way,” I said hesitantly. “I never thanked you.”
She slung her backpack over her shoulder as we walked out of the lab. “For what? The Lucky Charms?”
I stopped briefly at the placard that read Lab Facilities Donated by Pictogram and paused, reflecting on the changes in my life.
“No, Jilly,” I said, turning to face my friend. “I meant to thank you for taking my picture and uploading it to Pictogram. And sticking by me after, even when I was freaking out.”
“Oh that,” scoffed the blonde. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “Besides, now that you have the hunky Theo Wainwright, how about someone for me? Got any other rich CEOs lying around?”
I burst into laughter then, because Jill will always be Jill. Trust my best friend to talk about hunky CEOs, Lucky Charms, and pizza all in the same sentence.
“No,” I said truthfully. “But how about a CTO? Would that be good enough?”
She squealed, clapping her hands. “Okay you promised!” said the blonde excitedly. “I get my millionaire next!”
And laughing, we left the lab, walking out into the darkness of the Berkeley campus. As usual, it was another late night with the stars shining up above and the bell tower looming large and eerie in the distance.
Oddly, I didn’t feel resentful of the late hours. I didn’t feel like my youth was escaping as I slaved away in front of multiple computer screens. Instead, I felt like I was home. This is what I loved to do, and I was building something amazing that would hopefully help humankind.
More to the point, Theo Wainwright had given me these opportunities and with each passing day, I only wanted him more.
***
Carrying a mug of steaming coffee to my desk, I sighed. Of course, it was already 9:00PM, but I desperately needed the pick me up. Engineers worked hard, and my night was only beginning. Seeing how important this product was, I’d probably be here until 3:00AM at least.
“Mia, how’s it going?” Brandon asked, a concerned look on his face.
I got it. My hair was probably standing on-end, and I hadn’t changed out of this hoodie in twenty-four hours.
“What? Sorry, I had a rough week.” I rubbed my eyes, blinking like an owl. “I’m good, thanks.”
Brandon merely shook his head, clucking like a mother hen. “You know, there are sleeping rooms if you need a wink.”
Oh right. I’d completely forgotten about the dark rooms where engineers could crash if it was really needed.
“Are you sure?” I asked tentatively. “Do you need me for anything? I’d love to get some rest, but I don’t want to leave you guys hanging.”
Brandon shook his head, winking at me. “You�
�ve done enough. Go get some rest. My orders.”
And with a grateful smile, I reserved one of the sleeping rooms. On a whim, my fingers typed Theo a message.
MiAnonimo: You still here? Awake? Going to crash. Room 12S. ;)
TheoW: Sure honey. Get some rest.
MiAnonimo: Thanks. <3
TheoW: After my meetings, I’ll meet you. Sleep well.
Yawning like a giant whale, I made my way to the sleep room. It wasn’t much, just a small chamber with a small bed inside and some utilitarian furniture. Too tired to even look in the mirror, I threw off my clothes and crawled gratefully onto the hard mattress. My responsibilities could wait, and sleep crashed down instantly.
Hours later, I woke to Theo slipping in bed next to me. “Sleep well?” he asked, burying his nose in my hair.
“What time is it?” I asked in a groggy voice.
“Almost seven,” he murmured, kissing my neck.
I turned to him in shock.
“7:00AM? Oh god, the team must be wondering where I am. I disappeared for the entire night, leaving them hanging. Shit shit shit!”
Scrambling, I reached for my clothes, but strong arms grabbed me and pulled me back onto the tiny mattress.
“Naw sweetheart, they can wait. You’re in bed with the CEO. Now give me some,” he rumbled, pulling my curvy form close.
I sighed because it had been days since I’d seen the man. And now with the billionaire so close, my body roared to life, tingling and wet already, dying to be touched.
“Okay,” I murmured against his mouth. “But let’s make it quick.”
He rumbled, a sly smile crossing that handsome face. “Sure thing, pretty girl. Your wish is my command.”
And with that, it was on. His massive cock brushed against my inner thigh, making me groan. Oh god, a trail of pre-cum marked my skin, evidence of the alpha’s arousal. Reaching for his thickness, I sucked on his neck. He gave a low moan as I stroked him with my fist. Theo’s dick felt so good in my hand, and I’d missed it so much.
Pushing him on his back, I licked his lips with my tongue like a kitten. “In my mouth?” I purred.
“Sure thing, pretty baby,” he rasped, lying back. “Go at it.”
And with a knowing smile, I kissed him from his chin down to his chest before rotating my body so we were in a dirty sixty-nine, pussy hovering over his face. But there was a prize, and once that giant cock was in my oral cavern, I went wild, sucking hard on the massive lollipop.
“Aw shit, baby girl,” Theo rasped. “Shit shit shit.”
Then it was my turn to cry out because the alpha licked my pussy before stopping to niggle my clit with his tongue. Oh god! Juices ran like honey from my sweetest spot as the billionaire licked and suckled, making me squirm.
“Theo!” I cried. “Mr. Wainwright!”
But the sixty-nine was too intense because suddenly, I couldn’t wait any longer. My wet cunt needed Theo right now. Quickly, I straightened before moving down his body and easing my drenched pussy down on that huge fuckshaft. Oh god. He filled me up instantly and I cried out, head tilting back in ecstasy.
“Theo!” I gasped. “Oh yes!”
But the billionaire was in his element as well.
“Fuck baby, you have no idea how good you look riding my cock,” he grunted. “No one does a reverse cowgirl like you with this big ass bobbing up and down.”
I’d leaned forward, my breasts dragging on his knees, and was lifting and pumping my hips, taking that massive cock in my pussy and riding it for all it was worth. Theo was so big that it felt like he was skewering me whole, making me scream and cry out as juices coated that veiny thickness.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Oh god, give it to me.”
And my man knew exactly what I was looking for. He licked his fingers before forming them into a point, and just as I pushed down on his cock again, he eased two digits into my asshole.
“Ahhhh!” I shrieked, fucked in both holes. “Oh god, unnnh!”
And ever the maestro, Theo upped the ante again.
“Hold on, pretty girl,” he rumbled, dick jerking in my cunt. “Here it comes.”
And with that, a third finger was pushed into my anus. This time, I really did let go, my cunt and ass dissolving into spastic jerks and tremors as I exploded with fireworks.
“Unnh, Daddy!” I cried, both holes plugged up so good. “Oh god, yes!”
And the big man lost it too. His dick jerked once inside me hard, before exploding into a fountain of white goodness. Hot, gloopy semen sprayed my interior, making me scream and pant, welcoming his male virility.
“Yes,” I cried, eyes closed with ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes!”
But that wasn’t the end of the show because as we descended from the high, Theo pulled out of my pussy, that huge shaft glistening and still hard. I mewled in disappointment, craning my head around to look at him.
“More?” I pleaded. “More?”
The billionaire’s blue eyes grew so dark they were almost black.
“You little slut,” he chuckled. “Who knew that the innocent Mia Smith would be like this, showing me this gorgeous rump every which way?”
I wiggled it for effect, the plea still evident.
“More?” was my plaintive mewl. And I have no idea how it happened, but suddenly, Theo held a giant emerald in his hand, the vibrant, beautiful green evident even in the low light.
“How about this inside you?” he rasped, dangling it from a thin chain. “You think it would feel good?”
I gasped.
“No, don’t,” I said. “It’s too expensive. Don’t put that in me.”
But it was too late because Theo was already pushing the giant gem into my pussy. And oh god, but it felt good. My folds were already warm and slick, and the emerald had to be at least twenty carats, a true monster.
“Oh god,” I cried out, loving the stretch. “Unnnh!”
And once it was completely in, Theo leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to my asshole while tugging the chain experimentally.
“That’s right sweetheart,” he growled, eyes alive with fire. “This is how we’re going out to dinner. You, with a jewel in that sweetly dripping cunt, and me reaching under the table to tease you with it. Feel that?” he asked, pulling the chain slightly.
I moaned at the delicious tug.
“Oh!” was my cry. “Oh oh oh!”
And with that, another orgasm exploded, my pussy pulsing and twitching as fire ran through my veins. Theo chuckled, loving the reaction. And after it was over, the billionaire had another surprise, reaching into his bag to pull out a beautiful gown, black with butterfly sleeves and a long slit up the thigh.
“Sweetheart, this is for you,” he said. “We’ll be going out to dinner tonight, and you’re going to wear this. But for right now,” he said, pressing another kiss to my lips. “We have the entire work day ahead of us.”
I gasped, gesturing between my legs, indicating the sweet throb within my wet folds.
“But what about this?” I asked, shocked. “What do I do with the necklace.”
Those blue eyes gleamed slyly.
“Don’t take it out,” he rumbled. “Just walk around with the emerald stuck inside, and think of me.”
And I almost collapsed then, curvy form in a puddle on the bed. Because who was this man? Who was this dirty alpha who’d just magicked an emerald necklace out of nowhere and pushed it into my cunt? Who was this guy who wanted me to walk around all day with a priceless gem buried deep in my secret space?
But with a slight nod, I agreed.
“Yes, Mr. Wainwright,” I mewled, pussy clamping around the invader deliciously. “Whatever you say.”
And pleased, the CEO stood.
“Good sweetheart. Because I love my women round, rosy, with a little special something extra, you hear? See you tonight, honey.”
And with that, he was dressed in a flash and out of the room. I lay back, pussy squeezing experimentally. Was this really h
appening? Was Mia Smith, a former virgin, in the middle of a dirty tryst with her boss?
But it was true and my heart pumped excitedly because with Theo Wainwright, there was no room for regret.
Chapter 10
Theo
Waiting for the valet to bring us my car, I caught myself staring at Mia again. The brunette was ungodly beautiful and dinner had been amazing. The food was exquisite, the wine one of a kind, but what made it even better was knowing that my girl had a three-million-dollar emerald buried in her cunt as we ate.
“Oh!” she gasped, eyes flicking up as I tugged the chain lightly. “Theo, not now!” she whispered, looking at the other diners with shocked eyes.
But I laughed because they couldn’t see. Besides, why did it matter what other people thought? Her long gown hid the chain and my movements took place discreetly under the table cloth. Shit, this gem was worth more than three million; it was priceless and I couldn’t wait to pull it out of her snatch all the way, dripping with female juices.
But curiously, our conversation grew serious in the privacy of my car because on the drive back, an email pinged on my phone. Carelessly my eyes glanced down, only to see that it was a report from my private investigator.
Shit.
Mia must have sensed my unease because the brunette put a hand on my knee, squeezing gently.
“You okay, big guy?”
I glanced over at her concerned face.
“Sure, fine, honey. No worries.”
She rubbed my thigh lovingly through the material. “You just got really quiet all of a sudden. Is something bothering you?”
I let out a slow breath. To tell or not to tell? Usually, I keep my private life private, but with this girl, all holds were off and I spilled the beans.
“It was the private investigator I hired,” I answered in a tense voice. “The one I retained to find my birth parents?”
A stunned pause.
