Billionaire by Design (A BWWM Romance)

by Tiana Cole

  “Cum for me, baby,” she pleaded seductively as she stroked him. He sat upright in his seat, his left hand gripping her shoulder tightly as he took over the reins with his right and tugged himself to climax. He let out a loud bellow as the orgasm shook his body, his warm seed shooting out in thick streams and painting her naked breasts as she knelt before him.

  She was taken aback by the massive load, his cum spraying like a hose until her body was all but covered with his mess. Her torso was coated in his release, and even her thighs didn’t escape his explosion. He’d drained every ounce of his balls on her, and she looked at him with a sense of accomplishment as he sank back into his seat and fought to regain his breath. His muscular chest heaved and beads of sweat highlighted his brow as he panted, his cock returning to its normal yet still impressive size. He watched her with a satisfied gaze as she remained kneeling before him, taking in the beauty of her dark skin as it gleamed with his spent load.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he commented while panting heavily.

  “I don’t know about that, but I’m definitely messy,” she joked while motioning to her body.

  “I’ll get you a towel as soon as I can walk again,” he chuckled, flipping the outer armrest back down so he could brace his spent body on it.

  “How is it I’m completely naked yet you still have your damn clothes on?” Jenna pointed out with a smile while playfully tugging on the bottom of his t-shirt.

  “Shit, you’re right. So not fair,” he replied while sitting up and pulling his shirt off. She fell silent in awe as he revealed his muscular body for the first time, his wide back working in conjunction with his powerful arms to free himself of his polo. “Here,” he said tenderly while handing her the shirt, “use this.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked with hesitation.

  “Babe, you could use the U.S. Constitution right now for all I care,” he quipped as he fell back into his seat and tucked his penis back into his boxer-briefs. Jenna laughed so hard she snorted, covering her mouth with her hand as she held onto his shirt.

  “You’re so dumb,” she teased as she began wiping away his cum. As her hormones subsided and her focus returned, the realization of what she’d just done began to sink in. She’d just lost her virginity, and although the sex was amazing, she felt herself deeply conflicted by her actions. She’d broken the promise to herself she’d worked so hard to keep, but she’d never felt this way about a man before. He’d swept in out of nowhere, completely knocking her off her feet, and changing all of her resolutions in the process. Complicating things even more was that he was also her new boss.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked as he brushed her hair from her sullen face.

  “Nothing, it’s just… nothing…” she trailed off sheepishly as she rested her head in his lap.

  “No, tell me,” he insisted as he caressed her back.

  “It’s just… that was my first time…” she mumbled.

  “Wait, what?” Zane questioned as he sat up in his seat.

  “That was my first time,” Jenna’s muffled voice repeated, her head buried in his lap out of shame and embarrassment.

  “You’re telling me that was your first time… with a man?” Zane chuckled in disbelief.

  “Yes, stop laughing,” she answered as she lightly punched his thigh.

  “Oh, wow, that’s… that’s…” Zane’s tone turned serious as he realized she wasn’t joking.

  “Stupid, I know,” Jenna sighed, suddenly emotional and fighting back the urge to cry.

  “No, no, no, it’s not stupid, babe!” Zane assured her as he bent down and kissed the back of her head softly.

  “I’m not a prude or anything…” she began. “I just wanted to wait until I finished school and had a career.”

  “That’s really respectable,” Zane replied with sincerity.

  “Plus I’d never met anybody I really liked,” Jenna confessed.

  “So you’re saying you really like me?” Zane asked with a hopeful grin.

  “I thought it was obvious,” Jenna shot back, her voice still slightly muffled.

  “I hope you didn’t sleep with me just because I gave you a job,” he worried as he ran his fingers through her hair.

  “I slept with you because I’m wildly attracted to you,” she blurted.

  “There’s definitely something between us, isn’t there?” Zane smiled as he gently rubbed her scalp.

  “I’d say so,” she purred beneath him with her head still on his lap.

  “I can’t believe I was your first,” he remarked. “I feel honored. Wow.”

  “Well, believe it, mister.”

  “Are you okay? I mean, I know a girl’s first time is kind of a big deal. Did I hurt you? Can I get you anything?”

  “You’re too sweet,” she smiled as she rose to give him a kiss. “I’m fine, really.”

  “I just have to say… I would have never guessed that was your first time. You’re goddamn amazing,” Zane chuckled. “Holy shit.”

  “Really?” Jenna asked as she took a seat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “Yes, really.”

  “Well, I’d been holding it in my entire life,” she laughed, wiping her damp eyes and sniffling. “I guess I had a lot of sexual frustration to release.”

  “I’ll say!” Zane agreed as he drew her close and kissed her neck. “And I’m sorry I made such a mess. I’ve been so busy with work, I haven’t gotten off in way too long.”

  “It’s fine, silly,” Jenna blushed. “It was actually kind of hot, but don’t tell anybody.”

  “Your secret’s safe with me,” Zane smirked.

  “Ugh, does this screw up our work relationship? I understand if you don’t want me working for you now,” Jenna groaned as she touched her forehead to his and combed his dark hair with her slender fingers.

  “My firm doesn’t have a policy on inter-office romance,” he assured with a smile while lightly rubbing the soft, bare skin of her back.

  “Okay, good,” she returned his smile.

  “Come with me,” he offered, taking her hand and leading her out of the room. She protested at the theater’s exit, worried their indecency would be spotted, but he assured her the adobe estate was empty. The only person on the grounds, he reminded her, was his on-call driver who resided in the guest house recessed some two hundred yards from the residence.

  “Where are we going?” Jenna asked curiously as he led her through the giant, almost intimidating home. She followed behind him completely naked while he walked with his jeans unbuttoned, his rugged upper body making her feel protected and safe.

  Heading upstairs to the master bedroom she’d briefly seen during her tour earlier in the night, he brought her into its opulent bathroom and gestured towards the large marble shower stall that was equipped with “his and hers” shower heads.

  Zane kicked his jeans off and leaned into the stall to start the dual-action shower running. Jenna could feel how quickly the water heated up; a stark contrast from the worn-out water heater in her small apartment. He held open the stall’s glass door for her to step inside and followed her in, standing behind her and massaging her shoulders gently as the warm water rained down on them. There was no post-coital awkwardness in their banter as they rinsed the sex off of them, and they hadn’t even finished toweling dry before finding themselves on the master bedroom’s four-post king size bed.

  Over the next three hours, they made love two more times, interrupted briefly when a sudden asthma attack sent Zane running downstairs to grab Jenna’s inhaler from her purse. By their second round, Jenna no longer cared if Zane emptied his seed inside of her. She was so smitten by this handsome, charming man that her better judgment had flown out the window hours earlier and protection had taken a back seat to feeling him inside of her.

  During his refractory period, as they cuddled while regaining their breath and strength, they confessed their dreams and secrets to each other. Although they came from
different walks of life, they found they had a tremendous amount in common. Exhausted from the new experience of lovemaking, she fell asleep in the safety of his strong arms, her mind adrift with the possibilities of the future.

  Chapter Nine

  It had been two months since Jenna had begun working at Zane’s firm, and she’d made the transition from burger slinger to marketing artist with relative ease. She’d finished her last day at the family owned fast food joint with mixed feelings; part of her scared to leave the environment she’d grown so familiar with over the last four years, and another excited to start the next chapter of her life.

  Although she’d said her heartfelt goodbyes to her manager, Juan, and her coworker, Michael, Family Burger was still very much of a part of her life. Zane had made good on his word by assigning her to the local burger chain’s account, and she’d helped spearhead a successful new direction for their marketing.

  The restaurant’s revenue had increased nearly twenty percent thanks to the creative campaign Jenna had crafted, and they’d used those profits to completely renovate their existing locations. Their business was booming, and plans to launch an eleventh location on the city’s east side were already in development.

  The jump from Family Burger to Enterprise Marketing hadn’t been completely seamless, however. Jenna and Zane had made every attempt to keep their relationship low-key, but it hadn’t taken long for rumors to begin circulating. While most of the staff had accepted her with open arms, Jenna suspected that several employees resented her rapid ascension within the firm.

  In only two months, she’d already helmed her own thriving campaign, and its undeniable success had led to Zane appointing her as the new artistic head of the BMW account — the firm’s largest client. While nobody showed any outright signs of hostility, she heard rumblings of favoritism but ignored them as best she could while remaining focused on her work.

  Phil Miller, who had snagged BMW as a client years earlier and had remained the manager of their account, was ecstatic to have Jenna working alongside him.

  Jenna, however, wasn’t as thrilled. She’d kept the extent of his inappropriate advances to herself, choosing not to tell Zane about his right-hand man’s persistent passes and consequentially wound up paired with the chauvinistic pig. If Phil knew about her affair with their boss, he certainly did a good job turning a blind eye to it. She’d made avoiding the man a part of her daily routine, but given the nature of their working relationship, it was oftentimes impossible.

  The BMW team consisted of five members: one writer, two artists, Jenna as creative director, and Phil handling client relations. Jenna made every attempt to ensure that at least one other member of the team was accompanying her and Phil at all times, but when that wasn’t an option, she was forced to suffer through his suggestive looks and uncouth remarks that were becoming more aggressive with each passing week.

  She regularly debated telling Zane about the unwanted flirtation, or confronting the man herself, but knew how vital Phil Miller was to Enterprise Marketing’s continued success. Given how new she was to the firm, she thought it best to keep quiet in fear of causing tumult within the company that may somehow fall back on her. She would bide her time and speak her mind when the moment was right.

  Aside from Phil, she was greatly enjoying her time with the firm. Zane opted to keep his influence on her work to a minimum, and she appreciated him giving her the creative space she needed. While she admired and respected his abilities, she didn’t need anyone holding or guiding her artistic hand. He allowed her to do her thing, and she’d proven she could hold her own within the company. As a bonus for her superb handling of the Family Burger campaign, and as an early graduation present, Zane had surprised her with a car that she only accepted after great protest. He’d reiterated that it was nothing fancy, but the keys to the used 2006 Lexus said otherwise. Because of her new wheels, she promptly scrapped her old, run down Ford and was thankful to finally have a reliable source of transportation.

  At Zane’s insistence, Jenna spent most of her time at his foothill estate where the two would fawn over each other in between making love. Jenna had developed a ferocious sexual appetite, and Zane was quite accommodating of it. They had grown inseparable, and although they hadn’t spoken the words yet, it was quite obvious that they were in love.

  Jenna desperately wanted to put those three words out there, but her uncertainty about how Zane would react kept them restrained. She suspected her feelings were reciprocated but didn’t want to look foolish if she were wrong. Her position within the firm may have filled her with confidence, but she still couldn’t shake her habit of overthinking things.

  With only one month left, her time at the University was drawing to an end, yet she’d managed to keep her grades up despite her hectic schedule. Soon she would have the degree she’d worked so hard for to go along with her charming, affluent boyfriend and promising new career. Zane had asked her to stay on with the firm full time after she graduated; Jenna had gladly accepted the offer.

  She fit in well with his company, even with Phil Miller’s looming presence, and couldn’t imagine working anywhere else. She’d achieved so much in the two short months she’d worked at Enterprise Marketing that starting all over again somewhere new seemed counterproductive.

  Zane had also asked her to move in with him when her schooling finished, joking that it would be silly not to considering the amount of time they spent together.

  After a degree of deliberation and a lengthy discussion with an understanding and supportive Leigh, Jenna began boxing up her things for the move across town.

  The following month, an emotional, teary-eyed Jenna was handed her hard-earned degree as Zane, beaming with pride, looked on. She thought back to her life in Brooklyn, the rough neighborhood she’d come from, and how she’d managed to escape it unlike so many of her family and friends. Four years earlier, she was praying for her life while being robbed in a seedy bodega. Now, thanks to her own determination and talent, she was a university graduate working for a lucrative marketing agency. She tried calling her mother to share her success, but unsurprisingly, there was no answer. In recent months, her mother had become increasingly harder to reach, and she’d lost touch with her brother completely.

  Later that same day, a small moving truck, paid for by Zane, arrived at her apartment complex, and two men in blue coveralls loaded her boxes into the back. Four years ago, she’d driven across the country with all of her belongings squeezed into her small car, and since then, she hadn’t acquired much else in terms of personal possessions. She’d purchased a full-size mattress shortly after moving in with Leigh, but agreed with Zane that she’d no longer need it.

  She left it behind in hopes Leigh’s future roommate could use it, and held Zane’s hand as she watched the men carefully load her computer desk and remaining boxes into the truck.

  With a handsome man by her side, an exciting new career, a car she didn’t have to pray would start, and a bachelor’s degree hanging on the wall of her new home, Jenna felt as though she were living a dream. That dream, however, would soon turn into a long, dark nightmare.

  Chapter Ten

  “We meet again, beautiful,” Phil’s voice sounded as he sidled up next to Jenna by the break room’s vending machine.

  “Phil,” she greeted flatly, refusing to make eye contact while hurrying to slide her quarters into the machine. She’d hoped to slip in and out of the break room undetected, but Phil’s watchful eyes had apparently spotted her.

  “You finally have me all alone,” he smirked as he leaned against the machine, hands casually in his pocket and eyes fixated on Jenna.

  “Yay,” she replied sarcastically, unamused by his attempted joke.

  “Listen, why don’t you come over to my place tonight so we can discuss the BMW account over dinner?” he brazenly asked with unwavering confidence.

  “Are you being serious right now?” Jenna blurted as the machine dispensed the Doritos she�
��d been having an unusual craving for.

  “Of course I am. It’s been three months, and you still haven’t called me,” he playfully grinned as he moved closer to her. She recoiled at his approach and turned to meet his gaze with fire in her eyes.

  “You do realize I live with your boss now, right?” she scoffed. She’d put up with his advances long enough and had finally reached her breaking point. Phil, however, remained unfazed by her bitter tone.

  “Yeah, I heard about that,” he chuckled. “Zane’s a good guy, but come on,” he added while rolling his eyes.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” a flustered Jenna asked with her brow raised in irritated curiosity.

  “You and him,” Phil spoke softly as he inched even closer to her, “don’t belong together. Face it. You’re two different people. He might be into you now, but it’ll never last.”

  Jenna could smell the faint odor of alcohol on his breath. He moved to touch her hair, and she swatted his hand away angrily. She was so upset she was shaking, and could feel herself losing control of her temper.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she growled, trying to maintain her composure. She attempted to walk past him, but he quickly stepped to the side and blocked her path.

  “I can give you so much more than he ever could,” he announced, his tone hushed as not to be overheard.

  Jenna silently prayed for somebody, anybody, to burst through the door and interrupt their uncomfortable exchange.

  “Look, Phil, I’m sure you’re a nice guy and all,” Jenna lied in hopes of diffusing the situation, “but I’m just not into you in that way. I’m sorry.”

  “You shallow bitch!” he unexpectedly barked, his demeanor becoming threatening as he pointed a stubby finger in her face. She flinched at his sudden outburst and the bag of chips she was holding fell to the ground. “You only like him because of his looks, you fucking whore,” he continued in a low hiss.