The Billionaire From New York City: A Steamy BWWM Billionaire Romance (UNITED STATES OF BILLIONAIRES Book 4)

by Simply BWWM

  Ethan smiled to himself slightly as he rode the elevator up to his office. With any luck, making the move to get HR to investigate some of the abuse of position going on in the lower levels would be a good shield to keep any accusations against him from taking hold; in fact, he had only Brianna who was in a glorified position—and he wasn’t exactly abusing his position to put her there. She did good work, and their sex life was entirely at their own discretion.

  Jennifer was in a meeting, and Cassidy had taken the day off, so when Ethan arrived on his own floor, Brianna was the only one sitting in the area outside of his office proper. She looked up as the elevator chimed, and gave him a quick smile. “If you’ll join me in my office in about ten minutes, Brianna, I have some things to go over with you from the board meeting,” he said, for the benefit of the cameras in the lobby area where Brianna, Jennifer, and Cassidy all sat. There wouldn’t be anyone coming up to see him for the rest of the day—so there was no danger of Brianna missing anyone while she was in his office.

  He unlocked his door and stepped into his office, checking the time again. There was a little less than an hour before he had to go to his next meeting, and he hoped that Brianna—expecting an afternoon tryst—would be ready for him, and interested in having a quickie. He’d made it clear to her in the two months since they’d started up their official-unofficial relationship that if she ever just wasn’t feeling interested in sex, or if she wanted to turn him down for any reason, she was entitled to that.

  It would be interesting to find out what some of the other, middle-level executives were up to, and why the allegations were coming out just at that moment, Ethan thought as he set aside his tablet and briefcase and stepped up to his personal bar. He mixed himself a quick cocktail—vodka and tonic, with a twist of lime—and poured Brianna a glass of wine; by the time he had settled himself on the couch with his drink, Brianna buzzed to be let in.

  “I thought that meeting would never end,” Ethan told her as soon as the door closed and locked behind her. Brianna chuckled.

  “Anything interesting I should know about?” Ethan considered whether or not to tell her about the last item of business the board discussed, as she stepped across the floor towards the couch and picked up the glass of wine he’d set out for her.

  “Actually, yes,” he said finally. “They’re investigating to see whether or not there are management and executives abusing their positions to force unwilling women to sexual acts or relationships.” Brianna raised an eyebrow at him pointedly and took a long sip of her wine.

  “Well I suppose technically you never forced me,” she said after swallowing. “I’m still not 100% certain I’m all that pleased with the blackmail you used as insurance to get me to agree to this arrangement.”

  “I didn’t threaten to fire you,” Ethan pointed out. Brianna rolled her eyes.

  “No, you just threatened people I worked with, which you are definitely smart enough to know was putting me in a position for being guilty of ruining their jobs,” she said. She held his gaze for a long moment and Ethan nodded, acknowledging the rightness of her comment.

  “I am sorry for that,” he said. “If it’s worth anything, there was already a quota of people I needed to lay off—they might have gotten the axe even if you hadn’t had the misfortune of running into me your first day and falling for my charms enough for a one-night stand.” Brianna snorted, shaking her head.

  “It’s still a shitty move,” she told him. “But I guess I accept your apology for that. Besides which, you weren’t wrong that I was interested in having more than one night with you.”

  “If I were to absolve you of the contract we have together—the unofficial official one—that gave you the dress code and everything, would you still be interested in having sex with me regularly?” Brianna took another sip of her wine as she considered that, and Ethan had to admit to himself that he was actually a touch worried about what her response would be.

  “Two months ago? Probably not,” she said. “At this point I think we have a good relationship—weird as it is. I’d probably stick with it.” Ethan licked his lips and rose to his feet, walking quickly to his desk. He found the locked drawer where Brianna’s paperwork sat, still in the same folder she’d handed it to him on when she’d arrived for her first day as his assistant and secret at-work sex partner.

  “I think at this point I can trust you to not disclose what we’ve been doing,” Ethan said, opening the drawer and taking the file out. He found the non-disclosure agreement, and all the pages that had to do with the secret part of their arrangement, and took them out of the file. The rest of her employment with the company—her official position—he left behind in the folder.

  He walked back over to the couch and handed them to Brianna. “What am I supposed to do with these?” she asked, looking from the pile of signed paperwork to him.

  “Whatever you want,” he said. “Shred them, hold onto them as leverage over me—whatever you want.” Brianna’s eyes widened and she set them aside.

  “You’re sure you want to do this?” Ethan nodded.

  “I want you to be with me because you want to be with me—not just because I’m holding you hostage in any way,” he said. “I want you to believe my apology is real—and the only way to make you believe it is to make good on it.” For a few moments, Brianna just stared at the papers he’d given her back, and Ethan wondered if she was going to decide to reject him; it would, after all, be her right. And he steeled himself to accept that possibility without attempting to cajole or manipulate her into changing her mind.

  Then, almost without any warning whatsoever, she turned to him, and then her arms were around his shoulders, and she kissed him eagerly on the lips. Ethan was taken aback for just a moment—and then he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. He leaned back and pulled Brianna with him as the kiss deepened between the two of them, letting his hands stray over her body. No matter how many times he’d explored her ample curves, the tight, neat waist between her full bust and rounded hips, it was still like a revelation—there was nothing that felt quite as deliciously inviting as the firm, round curve of Brianna’s ass under his hand, even through the fabric of her clothes.

  As the kiss heated up between them, Ethan’s hands began to move with more purpose, unbuttoning the front of Brianna’s blouse and peeling it away from her body. He smiled to himself, pulling back to admire the cream-colored lace of the bodysuit she wore underneath her blouse against the dark, rich shade of her skin, like an inverted shadow; he could just barely make out the shapes of her nipples underneath the off-white lace, the fact that they’d hardened to strain at the fine material.

  “You should get another one of these,” he murmured, cupping her almost-bare breasts in his hands, feeling their heft and firmness. “Maybe in red...or green.” Brianna nodded breathlessly, tugging his tie loose from his collar and pulling it away.

  Her hands against his chest were hot as she stripped off his shirt and undershirt, leaning in to kiss and nibble along the column of his throat, and Ethan groaned as he felt himself starting to get harder, his cock straining against the confines of his tailored pants. He slid back on the couch, until he was lying on his back, his hands working at the zipper and hook at the back of Brianna’s skirt. He could feel that she was already soaking wet—the heat of her pussy pressed against his thigh, through the thin lace, was almost impossible for him to ignore.

  They both wriggled and moved together, Brianna slipping almost off of him to get out of her skirt and Ethan twisting his hips to get them up enough for her to tug his trousers free, leaving him in just his jockey shorts and her in the creamy lacy bodysuit. He almost wished there were a way she could leave it on—and that wish warred with one almost as strong to rip it off of her in shreds, revealing her creamy-dark skin completely to his hungry eyes. He’d been thinking about this moment for hours, craving the feeling of her body against his, the taste and smell of her.

  Ethan cup
ped Brianna’s pussy through the thin, lacy fabric, rubbing her along the seam of her labia, stroking her as she twisted her hips to get better contact, her hands fumbling with the closures on the back of her bodysuit. He resisted the urge to try and help her, instead focusing his efforts on teasing her to the delicious, delirious state of arousal that he liked best in her: he loved how eager she got, how almost drunk with desire she became under the right circumstances.

  Ethan felt the heat pooling in his groin, his cock growing harder until it almost felt as though his erection had grown fiery roots, digging deep into his hips, making him ache to be inside of her again; but he waited as Brianna finally stripped off the last layer of clothing, leaving her fully naked on top of him.

  She pulled his jockey shorts down over his hips, exposing his hard cock, and Ethan groaned out as Brianna slithered down along his body to take him into her mouth, eagerly sucking and licking. After months of such sessions, she was almost an expert at making him come—whether with just her mouth or her hands, or anything else they wanted to do together. Her full, firm lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirled against every aching, sensitive spot on his throbbing cock, and Ethan’s hips bucked with a mind of their own, trying to push his cock deeper into her mouth, trying to get her to take all of him at once.

  He didn’t want to finish that way—he wanted to make sure that Brianna enjoyed herself too—but for the moment, Ethan let her devour him, as if she were starving. He tangled his fingers in the tight braids in her hair, barely keeping in mind not to tug too hard, and closed his eyes, laying back on the couch and enjoying the pleased moans vibrating against his erection, the slurping, swallowing sounds of Brianna’s eager worship. Ethan held back, barely keeping himself under control as he felt Brianna cup his testicles lightly, giving them a careful jiggle in her palm, stroking them even as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth.

  When he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, Ethan gently pushed Brianna away, pulling her up to kiss her on the lips, even as he reached down between her legs to cup her vulva. He slid his fingers along her labia, pressing lightly and then more firmly, until he found her clitoris and then rubbing her slowly there. Brianna gasped and then moaned, pushing her hips down and twisting into his touches. He kissed her again, and then dipped down to the column of her throat, breathing in the smell of Brianna’s perfume and soap.

  By the time he’d regained his control enough to be able to go onto the main event, Brianna was panting with desire, moaning as he worked her with his fingers. She was soaking wet and so hot that all he could think about was getting inside of her. Ethan stopped touching Brianna and guided the tip of his cock up against her slick folds, rubbing against her inner labia for a moment before sliding into her just a little bit. Brianna moaned softly and pushed her hips down, sinking onto him slowly.

  Ethan let Brianna take control for the first few moments, watching eagerly as she rode him, sinking all the way down onto his cock before beginning to twist and pivot her hips. His hands wandered all over her, squeezing her breasts lightly, his fingertips teasing her nipples, and then down to her hips, between her legs to find her clit by touch.

  Ethan moaned, feeling Brianna’s body tighten and flex around him, her wet heat wrapping around every inch of his aching, hard cock. He began to move, thrusting up into her, holding onto her hips to help control the rhythm they fell into together. Brianna rested her hands over his head, on the arm of the couch, and Ethan watched the hypnotic movement of her breasts as she rode him harder and faster, forcing him to keep up with her.

  He held back for as long as he could, but after what seemed like only minutes, Ethan could feel the tension in his groin, along his hips, as he pushed up into Brianna’s tight, wet pussy again and again. He buried his face against her chest and groaned as he struggled to keep from tumbling over the edge, waiting for her to reach climax first.

  He took one hand off of her hip and slid it between their bodies, finding her clitoris and beginning to stroke and rub it in counterpoint to their movements together. When he felt her whole body tense against him, her muscles flexing around his aching, needy cock in erratic little spasms, he gave into the pleasure caressing at his nerves and they both came at almost the same moment, moaning and gasping for breath as they shook and shuddered.

  Ethan kept going for as long as he could, milking every moment of the climax, thrusting into Brianna until he was completely and totally spent. Brianna collapsed against him and Ethan collapsed against the couch, both of them panting, sweaty from their exertions. “See me tonight,” Ethan said, as soon as he could speak again. “Not as overtime. Just see me. Come to my apartment.”

  “Okay,” Brianna said. She struggled to finish catching her breath. “But you have to give me time to get home, shower, and change.”

  “Done,” Ethan said agreeably. “And I’ll make a note that you’re coming in late tomorrow.” Brianna chuckled breathlessly against his neck and shook her head in disbelief.

  “Cassidy is going to accuse you of playing favorites,” she said tartly.

  “She’s come in late a bunch of times,” Ethan said dismissively. “She’s got no grounds.” Brianna shrugged and pressed closer to him for a moment.

  “We need to be careful,” she told him. “If they’re looking for people abusing their position…”

  “They won’t look my way,” Ethan said. “Besides, it’s up to you: they’d be asking you if you’ve been subject to unwanted advances. If you don’t want them to know, just don’t tell them.”

  “Well I wouldn’t say all the advances were unwanted,” Brianna countered. “The one the morning after our first night together was a bit…”

  “I will keep apologizing for that for as long as we’re together, if you want,” Ethan told her, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of her neck. “I am going to spoil you absolutely rotten too.”

  “I am looking forward to seeing what that looks like,” Brianna mused. “But you should know that I’m not agreeing to be with you just because you have a ton of money. You can’t buy me.”

  “I know I can’t, and if I thought I could, I wouldn’t want to be with you,” Ethan told her. “But we’ll be careful. And anytime you want to stop, we will.”

  “It’s a deal,” Brianna said. She pulled herself up to look down into his eyes. “Think we have enough time for a round two? Or should I get back to my desk before someone gets suspicious?”

  “Finish your wine, at least,” Ethan said with a little grin. “Then we’ll see how much time we have.”

  *

  Brianna hurried out to the waiting car, adjusting the braids she’d had her hair plaited into slightly. It had been three months since she had started working directly underneath Ethan, and one month since he’d given her back the paperwork for their “agreement,” to do with as she liked. He’d pressed her to keep the supplementary card; it had nothing to do with the company they both ostensibly worked for and with.

  She’d kept it, and bought a few more things on it with Ethan’s permission—but she’d only kept their paperwork for a week before she’d shredded it at home, tossing the strips of paper into a few different garbage bags like she did with her bank statements, to hopefully thwart anyone who might be curious.

  The semi-secret investigation into management and executives using their positions to force—or at least coerce—their underlings into sexual relationships with them had been going on for a month, and it was no longer nearly as secret as the board wanted it to be. Brianna, still in touch with her former coworkers, had heard whispers about different people who were “on the chopping block.” She’d mentioned some to Ethan, but mostly she was keeping her ear open to make sure she didn’t hear anything about him.

  So far, he was in the clear, as far as she could tell; not a single person seemed to suspect the one person in the company that Brianna knew for a fact had used his position to gain advantage over an employee sexually. She smiled wryly to herself as she
settled herself in the back seat of the car, looking through the window at the Williamsburg streets as the driver navigated them, headed back to Manhattan.

  There was still—even after three months—something enchanting about living in a city that never fully shut down, a place that was only fully dark on the rare occasion that something had gone terribly wrong. Unless there was a major blackout, a power outage or an intensely bad blizzard, nowhere in New York City ever completely shut down; it was as unlike suburban South Florida as a place could be, in that sense.

  Brianna shifted in her seat as the car turned onto the bridge, heading across the water towards Manhattan. She smiled to herself. Things had been different—in a way she couldn’t quite fully define—since she and Ethan had removed the contract from their sex lives. She hadn’t even been fully aware of how much she’d resented its existence in her life until after she’d shredded it, and finally, completely realized its hold over her—tenuous as it was—was completely over.

  Brianna shivered slightly as the last of the chill from the air between her building’s front door and the car left her. It was invigorating, living somewhere that had actual seasons—and New York City had seasons in the same exaggerated, decadent way that it had everything else; when she’d arrived it had been just the end of summer and still hot, and now it was solidly autumn, a season that Brianna had never truly experienced living in Florida.

  The heater was set just strongly enough to keep her from knowing the temperature outside of the car, and as she watched the bridge flowing past the windows, and looked ahead slightly to see the shapes of Manhattan growing larger and larger in the electric light-spotted darkness, Brianna smiled to herself again.

  It only took about twenty minutes to arrive at the St. Regis, where they’d agreed to meet for drinks before going on to the rest of what Ethan had planned for their night. Brianna pulled her light coat tighter around herself as she climbed out of the car and thanked her driver, stepping quickly towards the entrance of the St. Regis. The classic Old New York facade looked even more impressive lit up for the evening, warm light bathing the clean stonework and tracing out the masonry.