First Comes Love: A Billionaires, Brides, and Babies Romance

by Alexis Angel

  The look in her eye as she reaches me tells me she knows exactly what I’m thinking. She bites her lip and looks down to where my cock is obviously tenting my pants, and the effect she’s having is just as clear. Looking back up at me, she smiles a sexy and devious smile.

  “Hi…Carter, is it?”

  I chuckle and wrap an arm around her waist, letting my hand rest low on her hip, grazing the curve of her ass.

  “Good girl. You better get it right. I want to hear that name falling from your lips over and over tonight.” I give her ass a gentle squeeze, and she gasps a little breath that makes my cock twitch. Fuck, I can’t wait for later. But I do want to focus on our time together right now. I want to enjoy our dinner because for some reason, I actually want to spend time with her in a way that isn’t just sexual. What can I say? She totally intrigued me last night. And if I’m already breaking a precedent by going out with her tonight, I might as well enjoy it.

  “Carter,” she repeats softly, leaning in close and stretching up so that her words brush across my ear in a breathy sigh. “Like that?”

  I grin and lean down, brushing my lips across her ear. I feel the shiver race through her body, and chuckle softly in gratification. I’m definitely affecting her, whether she wants to play it cool or not.

  “Not quite like that,” I whisper. “You’ll be screaming it.”

  The host shows us to our table for two in the elaborate circus-themed restaurant. We’re seated underneath a great sweeping silk that looks like a circus tent, and I watch as Destiny takes it all in. She doesn’t look awestruck, and I wonder if she’s been here before. I wonder a lot about her. And I want to spend the evening finding out everything I can.

  “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asks after we’re seated across from each other.

  I lean forward, taking her hand and flipping it over so that I can stroke the inside of her wrist with my thumb. Another little shiver makes its way through her body. “I’ve been called cocky,” I say.

  She smiles at the innuendo. “So I’ve seen.”

  I wiggle my eyebrows. “That’s right.”

  Destiny’s cheeks turn red, and I laugh.

  When our server approaches, I order a bottle of Cristal. “Is that okay with you?” I ask her after he leaves.

  “My favorite.”

  “Oh is it now?” The lady has class. Interesting.

  Our sommelier returns and pours us each a glass, and I lift mine in the air. “To a night of firsts.”

  Destiny clinks her glass to mine, cocking her head and studying me, and that’s when I realize what I said. I didn’t mean that kind of first, but she’s the first woman who has actually made me consider it, that has been a temptation.

  She smiles and takes a sip. “Sounds like a plan."

  Ashley

  Carter watches me over the rim of his champagne glass, and his gaze makes me feel totally exposed. Like he’s trying to see right through me and find out every last one of my secrets. And I have a lot.

  I think back to Michelle’s advice. How I should just be myself. The idea sounds really perfect. There’s nothing more I’d like to do right now than enjoy this dream date with Carter Blaine. For there to be no pretense. No acting. No job to perform. I would love for it to be a real date.

  And that’s so dangerous. It’s exactly why I worry about my ability to do this job. And being here with him right now, with him so sexy and charming, makes me question it all. Am I even doing the right thing?

  “So,” he finally says, still watching me intently. “How long have you been a stripper?”

  I swallow. There it is. I can keep up with my story that I concocted after Lola Anders said she wanted me to seduce Carter at the strip club. Or I can be honest.

  Just be yourself. Michelle’s words echo in my head.

  I stare into Carter’s piercing blue gaze, thinking about all the inside info I have on him. How I want to get to know him beyond the public persona he puts on for the sake of the cameras and the media. And that’s when I decide. If I want to get to know the real him, then it’s only fair that I should let him know the real me. This doesn’t feel like a job anymore. I‘m not even sure if I want it to be. So I’m going to do it. I’m just going to be me.

  “I’m not really a stripper,” I admit, watching his face for his reaction.

  He sits back and sets his glass down, resting his hands on the table, not saying anything at first as he continues to study me.

  After a minute, he smiles and nods, leaning forward again. “So what do you do…Destiny?”

  I cringe. “Yeah, about that. My name isn’t Destiny.”

  He laughs. “I figured as much, whether you were a stripper or not.”

  I smirk. “Yeah, well, I’m not. My name is Ashley.”

  “Ashley,” he says in that deep growl of his, and I feel that same familiar tug at my core. God, if he keeps looking at me like that and saying my name in that voice, I’m going to have to stop somewhere for a new pair of panties because these are going to be totally soaked.

  “So, tell me, Ashley, if you aren’t a stripper, what were you doing in the club last night?”

  Here goes nothing. This could be it. I might tell him, and he might be furious. But I’ll never know if I don’t tell him. And I really want to know what could happen if I can just be myself.

  I blow out a deep breath and look him straight in the eyes. “I was hired by the network to seduce you at the strip club. And I failed.”

  “Wow. Okay.” Carter runs a hand through his hair, and I want desperately to do that myself. Just to touch him. And I’m totally afraid I may have just blown all my chances at getting close to him.

  He squints at me. “What are you still doing here then? Why did you agree to go out with me?” He sets his jaw. “Are you still trying to seduce me?”

  I swallow hard, thinking about how I should answer this. I mean, yeah, I was hired to seduce him. Lola doesn’t want to pay out the money he can get if he makes it through the next couple months with his virginity intact. But that’s not why I’m here right now, is it? I know it’s not. I’m here right now because I’m totally infatuated with Carter Blaine. Beyond reason. I want to get to know him for real. So I answer him with the only thing that I know is the truth.

  “Carter, the truth is, I’m here right now for one reason. For you. I want to get to know you because, well, I really like you.”

  Carter

  I’m floored. I can feel the blood pounding in my head, my heart racing from what Ashley just said.

  I don’t know what to make of it. I’ve never met anyone like her. Ever. Not out of the hundreds of women over the years. She’s completely different. She’s real. She’s honest. I can tell she doesn’t care in the least about who I am or about getting a piece of me. Not about being on television or being infamous for bringing down the notorious Head Hunter.

  “Wait,” I say, holding my hand up, my palm flat. “Hang on just a second. You like me?”

  Ashley squirms in her seat, dropping her gaze in a way that’s both a little shy, and uncomfortable. It’s so fucking cute that I just want to pull her into my lap and kiss her stupid, restaurant and manners be damned.

  Finally, she lifts her eyes back to me and shrugs. “Maybe.”

  I grin. “Maybe?”

  She smiles back.

  “So, you’re telling me that you aren’t here right now because you want to seduce me, take my virginity, or whatever you want to call it?”

  “Let’s just see how it goes,” she replies simply.

  That could mean so many things. Like, she wants to see how it goes because she does want to sleep with me? Or maybe it means she wants to see if there’s actually something there between us that isn’t about sex, or this TV show, or money, or anything else.

  “How it goes?” I need her to clarify this.

  She nods. “I just want to get to know you.” She bites her lip in a way that’s half sexy and half shy. “I really like you s
o far, and I want to know more about you.”

  So it’s not about sleeping with me. I’m totally thrown for a loop by this. I don’t even know what to think. I’ve never had this happen. Every single woman has been after something. They’ve always had an ulterior motive. Money, mostly. Bragging rights. Or straight up animal lust and the need to see my cock for themselves.

  While I’m sure Ashley is totally turned on by me, I can also tell that this isn’t about sex for her. At least, not completely. There’s more. And that’s fucking awesome. It’s almost too perfect. The one woman who I’m actually interested in to see more than once—who I can’t stop thinking about—is interested in me too.

  “Ashley,” I say carefully, “you know about the prize money, right?”

  She wrinkles her nose in a way that makes her look too fucking adorable.

  “The money that you get if you sleep with me,” I clarify. “You know that if you actually do seduce me, there’s money in it for you.”

  “Of course I know that,” she replies, and her clear eyes tell me she’s telling the truth when she also says, “I could care less about it.”

  Oh my God. The server comes with our orders then, and we eat our fancy French dinners, but I barely even taste the exquisite cuisine. All I can think about is Ashley and the things she just told me. She’s one of a kind, and I’d be crazy not to pursue this and see where it goes.

  I know I have a show to finish, and a reputation to uphold—money to win—but the idea of seeing any other woman for the next eight weeks makes me crazy. There’s no way that I want to have eight random women coming onto me and sucking my dick when the only woman I want is sitting across the table from me right now.

  We converse some more over our meal, and the more we talk, the more I get to know her, the more convinced I am that I can’t keep doing the show the way we’ve been doing it for eight more weeks.

  When my phone buzzes, I look down and see that it’s Chase. Perfect. Exactly who I need right now.

  “Excuse me for just a minute,” I say to Ashley, giving her an apologetic smile, “I have to take this.”

  Walking into the hallway of the restaurant, I answer the phone. “Chase, we have to talk.”

  “Yeah, we do. I can’t believe what’s going down right now. Lola is going to love this.” He sounds so excited, and I don’t know what to make of it.

  “Look, I don’t know what you mean or why she might love it, but we need to play that up. Can you talk to her for me? See about getting Ashley on the show again for next week? Fuck, for the rest of the season.”

  I can practically hear Chase’s grin. “You got it, man.”

  “Really?”

  “Absolutely. I think this is exactly what we need to get ratings even higher than they already are. I mean, the audience has seen you resist a long parade of women for years. There’s nothing new there. But watching you resist the same woman week after week when you obviously want her? Yeah. That’s must-watch television right there.”

  I didn’t think about it that way, but he’s right. People will be clamoring to see if I give in. There will probably be all kinds of bets taken all across the country. People just waiting to cash in.

  But that means I’m going to have to suffer through weeks and weeks of waiting to have sex with Ashley. That’s a huge downside. But fuck, I’ll take that over having to film blowjobs with random women. I don’t even want to think of what she would think about that now that we’ve both realized there’s something here between us that goes beyond the show.

  I finish the call with Chase and head back to the table to find Ashley getting ready to leave.

  “Hey, where are you going?”

  She stands up and says, “You know what, I’m just going to go home. I think that’s the safest thing for me to do right now.”

  She comes up to me and goes up on her toes, wrapping her hands gently around my neck and pulling my head down to hers. She kisses me, softly and slowly, almost tentatively. Not at all like last night. It’s different, and I know we have a different dynamic between us now that we didn’t before.

  Pulling away, she gives me a little smile, and then turns and leaves.

  I stand there staring after her, totally blown away. This girl. Then I grin. Because we’re about to have eight weeks of Head Hunter together. Eight tempting, torturous weeks.

  Ashley

  I go home and lock the door behind me. Then I head straight to my room. I don’t care about anything right now. All I can think about is Carter and how fucking hot he is. I want nothing more than to feel him deep inside of me. I want to see and learn all the things he can do in bed. I want to cum on him. I want to feel him fill me up with his wicked hot cum.

  I reach down and slide my hand under my skirt into my panties. I can already feel how wet I am, and my panties are a fucking mess. Without even really touching myself, I feel like I want to cum.

  I have wild fantasies running through my mind. The two of us together. He’s being rough but it’s hot. He dominates me. He fucks my ass. I want it all. I’m getting more and more turned on by the second and I feel I could cum just from picturing him naked. I want him more than anything.

  I remove my dress and panties and lie down on my bed. I run my hands around my body. It turns me on to intimately touch myself this way. My skin is sensitive. I run my hands over my tits and gently tug on my nipples. Then I run my hands down my body to my pussy where I begin to gently move my hand around. I run my fingers gently over my clit and feel my body tense from the pure sensitivity of the action.

  I’m exploring my pussy. Feeling the smooth velvety-ness of my recently shaved pussy. It’s soft and I move my fingers into the middle, on my clit. I rub my fingers around in small circles, causing my body to jerk in response. Then I slowly slide my finger down to my hole. I rub around my hole, feeling it, and then I slide my finger inside of myself. I feel how warm and wet my pussy is. I pull my finger out and go back to gently rubbing my clit.

  My pussy is so wet and every movement feels better than the last one. The overwhelming need to cum is overtaking me. Controlling me. Making me slide my finger up and down my clit and then inside of my pussy. I feel around inside of myself. It’s so tight and warm. I slide it out and rub my clit some more, only this time I can’t help but to do it faster.

  I’m so horny that I know I need to do more than this. I need to feel something more. I won’t be satisfied by just my fingers. I sit up in my bed and move to the side. I open my night stand and pull out a vibrator. I have several toys, but I know this one will do for now. I turn it on, the buzzing noise making me wetter. The anticipation of what’s to come is driving me crazy. I place the vibrator to my clit and my head rolls back. The sensation and pleasure are instant. I switch the motion so it’s pulsing. I want this to last. I don’t want to come too quickly.

  The pulsating on my clit is driving me wild. I move my hand along my stomach, feeling my skin. I tremble slightly from the vibrations pushed against my clit. I slide the vibrator up and down pausing briefly at my hole. My body shakes and I feel myself getting closer. Taking my nipple in my hand, I twist and pull on it slightly.

  “Mmm,” I moan. I’m alone and love being alone when I masturbate because I can be as loud as I want. The sounds of my own moans turn me on.

  The string of fantasies I can’t seem to get out of my head, pop up in my mind. I picture Carter, he’s walking into my room. He opens the door and stands there in awe. He can’t believe he’s walked in on me masturbating. I look at him and bite my lip. My eyes inviting him into the room. He walks over to the bed and sits down. He watches as I give myself pleasure and the look on his face tells me exactly what I need to know. He’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

  He says to me, “You’re so naughty, Ashley.” His voice is low and husky and it turns me on even more.

  I moan softly and begin to move the vibrator in circles along my clit. I love the look in his eye as he examines each and every movement I make
. I’m really enjoying myself. I’m enjoying him enjoying watching me. I've never been this turned on in my life before. I find that I love it.

  I roll my head back as the vibrations push me over the edge and I cry out. “Oh God!” as my body starts to shake and I cum hard. It’s so good that I don’t want it to stop. Instead of taking the vibrator away from my clit, I leave it there. I’m already ready for more.

  I realize how much I want to feel Carter’s cock inside of me. To feel him stretching me, to feel him sliding in and out of me. I want it so bad. I slide the vibrator down and push it up inside of me.

  “Mmm,” I moan and tug on my nipple with my other hand again.

  The vibrator is deep inside of me as I push it farther and farther. It feels so good, so amazing. But it’s still not enough. I slide it out and then slide it back. I do this slowly, really making sure to feel each and every motion. I want to enjoy all these feelings. Even though there's a deep, deep need within me to cum. I punish my pussy, hoping that he'll do it for me soon. How good it would feel to have his thick shaft spreading me open as he forced himself deep inside of me. I’ve seen how big he is, so I can imagine.

  I desperately want to know what Carter’s cock tastes like. And what it feels like inside me. I want every inch of him shoved inside of me. Making me scream and call out his name. I want him to get rough with me. I want him so bad. A thought hits me that makes me realize that I haven’t been this horny in a very long time.

  I think the reason I’m so turned on is because I know I can’t have Carter and because I can’t have him, it’s making me want him even more. My desires are burning intensely. My body aches for the feel of him.