Stood Up (Billionaire Up #1)

by Ryan Michele

  Mason

  “Your body doesn’t lie.” My hand glides up her arm and to her neck, lightly tracing up and down with my fingertips. It’s the one spot on Aiden’s body where she turns into melted chocolate. Her ass presses against my straining cock. The same way it’s been since she snuck out of my bedroom. Hard for her.

  Strange thing is I’m a light sleeper. Or at least I thought I was. Aiden proved me wrong there, or having her next to me allowed me to actually have a good night’s rest. Something I don’t get often because my mind is always going with work. I’m not really sure which at this point. The nights after she left weren’t as calm.

  The moment I saw her, I knew I’d have her. Her body is utter perfection, and her beauty can’t be defined. But in the restaurant when she sat, it was when I watched her. Overhearing her tell the waitress she was stood up with all the confidence in the world, to me that was sexy as hell. Most of the women I know would have wallowed in a tub of ice cream and cried the night away.

  Did she? Not at all. She ordered herself more to drink and a meal. When she moaned putting the food in her mouth, her lips circling around her fork, I moved and moved fast. The other motherfuckers in that place were eyeing her up, and no way in hell was I letting them have my prize. Something about her grit, strength, and overall presence pulled me to her. The fact that she didn’t need a man to have a good time and didn’t pick up and run away after getting off the phone was a huge turn on.

  It all appealed to me in a big way. Not to mention when we talked, the back and forth between us made me red hot. I even loved it when she struggled within herself on whether she would come with me or not, then called Lila so I wouldn’t chop her up. That shit was funny. I can’t remember a time I laughed like that. It was quite refreshing.

  I fully admit, at the very beginning, I thought it would be one night and the next morning. Then we’d part ways and go about our lives. The problem was no matter what I did over those next days, no matter where I turned, I saw her, smelled her, tasted her—felt her. Night after night I took my cock in my hand thinking of her. It was on the verge of ridiculousness.

  She’s so damn hot and sexy. The funny thing is—I don’t think she even knows it. She seemed oblivious to the men’s stares at the restaurant at one point, then blushed when she put the pieces together. To be that beautiful and not know or not see it, is remarkable and intriguing to me.

  I’ve always been a man who knows what he wants. No regrets. No holds barred. Controlled. Just like my company. I run it like a well-oiled machine. I’m missing that in my personal life. I’ve been missing it for quite some time. When Aiden came, it was like a light shone down on her and something higher was taking over.

  Inhaling her hair, the smell is intoxicating like berries and some kind of spice. It’s the smell on my pillow that is fading, and I need to remedy that.

  My hand on her stomach snakes down to the front of her skirt. The way her body quivers each time I touch her only makes me desire her more. Love that I have that effect on her because she has that effect on me, more so than anyone—ever.

  Aiden’s hand comes to my wrist, and she grasps me tight. “We can’t do this here.”

  Little does she know, this is the perfect place for me to spank her ass and fuck her. The walls are made with soundproof material, and all the windows have a guard on them where others can’t see in. Anyone on the outside won’t hear a thing. I like my privacy in business and pleasure.

  “I think you get off on knowing someone could hear you moaning my name.” Another quake in her body. “Knowing that at any time, my secretary could use her key and get in.” Her breaths quicken. “That the people in the building across from us could look over and see me pounding into that sweet cunt of yours.”

  Aiden’s knees weaken as I take her weight. God, this woman drives me to the point of insanity. My hand goes to the hem of her skirt, lifting slowly. She doesn’t stop me, which pleases me greatly. I encounter a strap, and my cock jumps. Fuck me, she has garters on.

  I lick my too dry lips. The need to see her, to own her, to claim her pounds in my chest.

  “What do we have here?” I croon in her ear and see her tongue dart out across her plump lips.

  “I ran out of hose so I needed to wear these.”

  “Just for me?” I tease.

  “You know damn well I didn’t know I was coming here until after I got to work,” she charges back, some of the starch coming back in her spine. Damn, I love that. She is TNT ready to blow.

  “Show me.”

  “No.”

  I lift her skirt using both hands. Surprisingly, she doesn’t try to get away. The fabric is tight, but I knew it would be by the way it cupped her ass so lovingly. Turning her, Aiden’s eyes are half-mast, the anger gone and only desire inside of them. Slowly, I move us to my desk. There are papers and contracts all over it, but I don’t give a shit.

  I press her tight ass against my desk and receive a soft groan from her.

  “Legs apart. Hands and ass on the desk,” I order and she complies, giving me the most gorgeous image that will be burned in my brain for many years to come when I sit at this desk.

  Her tight shirt stops right at her stomach, leaving a scrap of black fabric that if I had to guess was a thong. Around her waist peeking under the skirt bunched up is a black lace garter belt. A hot pink bow attaches the straps to either side of her thighs. Looking down, her hose are sheer and her heels are killer. Fuck me.

  My tongue burns, needing to be inside this woman. Nothing I love more than to have her taste in my mouth. After that one time, she has me addicted. I lift her so her ass is on the desk then move between her legs and kneel to the ground. I pull the damp fabric away from her pink folds.

  “Are you… I don’t…” She starts and stops both times. She’s unsure, yet wants this just as badly as I do.

  “Yes,” I say then lick up her pussy in one large swipe. Her knuckles latched on to the edge of the desk turn white, and the noises coming from her lips are a man’s wet dream. I leave no surface untouched inside and out. She writhes on my desk, and I hear papers crunching and ripping only adding to my need to devour her. Inhale her. Keep her as mine.

  I unlatch my slacks and pull my dick out, stroking it a few times before rising and kissing her. I love the inhalation she takes as if she’s smelling herself on me and she likes it.

  “I’m spanking your ass later. Now, we fuck.” A ghost of a sad smile comes across her. If I weren’t so turned on and ready to explode, I would’ve chuckled. My cock enters her warmth, sliding all the way to the hilt. My hips stop so I can enjoy the tight wrap she has around me. This is one of the best feelings in the world. The best, I’m holding out until her lips are around my cock.

  Aiden falls to the desk with a thump, more papers moving, scattering to the floor, and I’m pretty sure I hear my cell phone hit the carpet. Seeing her laying on my desk open to me, taking my cock and sucking it inside her sweet body has sweat beading down my forehead, dripping down the sides of my face. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. That connection. That trust. At least with her body.

  She clamps her legs around my back, hooking them and holding me tightly against her. When she comes, I have to stop because her legs contract so much I can’t move briefly with her force. After she relaxes, her eyes open wide and shock is all over her face.

  Instead of talking, I lean down and kiss her, pumping out my release. Only then, do I stop kissing her because she pulls the come from my cock and the air from my lungs.

  Chapter 8

  Mason

  Stepping back and tucking my cock in my slacks, she looks up at me like a deer in headlights.

  “I can’t believe we just did that. In your office! Where people could see us.” Her voice goes up and down as if she wants to scream and be quiet at the same time. It’s hot that she gets off on the idea of someone watching her have sex with me, but that’s as far as that’ll go. I don’t share. Ever.

 
She struggles to get her underwear back in place and pull her skirt down. She looks cute tucking herself back in to look presentable. I couldn’t give a fuck what the people out there think. They want their job? They’ll stay out of my business.

  After adjusting my belt, I move close and wrap her in my arms, her head snapping up to me. Damn, she has the most beautiful hazel I’ve ever seen. One moment they’re more green, the next blue. Stunning. As I look into their depths, something twists inside of me, deep and raw. That same thing that I tried to push away for the past four days, that kept coming back no matter what I did.

  “You got off on it. The idea of it. Don’t deny it, baby, because your pussy was sopping wet.”

  A blush tints her cheeks in a shy way. I’ve had my mouth everywhere on this woman’s body, yet she’s shy at my words. That turns me on.

  She begins to talk, and I just know she’s going to deny it so I speak instead. “Don’t even. I won’t believe it.”

  Her eyes turn sharp, and she grips the collar of my jacket. It’s seriously hot that I just fucked her pretty much both of us still dressed. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. I can guarantee that because having her close, I want to be inside of her. Clothes won’t stand in my way.

  “What are we doing?” she concedes, the rigidness in her body going lax. “I have no idea what this is.”

  “You’re coming to my place for dinner and then we’ll talk,” I state the first thing that comes to mind. Truth is I want her in my home, I want her in my bed, I want her in my life. That smile and banter all wrapped around me endlessly.

  One night together is all it took. My father always told me that when I found someone, it would come out of left field and slam me in the gut. It would knock me off my axis and grip ahold of me in a way I’ve never felt before. Aiden Porter has done it, and I can’t go back now. I tried for four days, but the want and need is just as strong.

  “This was supposed to be a night of fun, Mason.”

  The way she dismisses our time together pisses me off. “Do you feel this?” I give her a soft squeeze and see her pupils dilate, giving me my answer. “Exactly, it’s not going away.” I shake my head because I too thought it would go away, but it just hasn’t, and I damn well don’t want it to.

  “It’s too fast.” I watch her succulent lips form the words, and I’m ready for round two, preferably on her knees.

  “Dinner,” I respond instead of an answer. If I tell her now that she’s mine, there’s a chance she won’t come tonight and that is not an option. I’ll hunt her ass down if I have to. I have absolutely no problem with that whatsoever. I already did it once. Luckily, Drake said Aiden’s full name at the restaurant and with a few quick searches, I found exactly who she is and where she works. Easier than it should be, and I’ll have to get my security and computer crew on that, eventually.

  “Okay.”

  I lean down and brush a soft kiss against her lips. That same spark from the first time we kissed burns even brighter.

  “Do you want me to come and get you?”

  She shakes her head.

  “No leaving, Aiden. No sneaking out of my bed in the morning. And plan on spending the night.”

  I kiss her before she can speak, and then she leaves with a small wobble in her step that makes me incredibly happy.

  After the door shuts to the elevator, I go back into my office. I smile at the mess that is my desk, pick up my phone from the floor where it crashed, and snap a picture of the disaster. It takes me all afternoon to get everything in order, but it was so worth it.

  Chapter 9

  Aiden

  I can’t believe we just screwed in his office. Absently, I adjust my skirt then run my fingers through my hair catching on a heap of tangles. The bathroom should have been the first stop so I could look presentable.

  Inhaling the elevator, it smells of sex and it’s all from me. Holy hell.

  I wipe my lips knowing every drop of the gloss I had on before is smeared off and can feel the slight bit of sweat tickle the back of my neck.

  The numbers on the elevator seem to take forever, but when they stop, it’s not on the ground level. So much for being alone. Hope whoever gets on doesn’t mind the smell of sex.

  The doors open wide and my breath catches. Drake stands there his head down looking at a file folder, when it pops up, a strange look comes over his face, but he changes it quickly.

  “Aiden.” He says stepping in and closing his folder. I move to the side of the elevator putting some distance between us. I don’t fear him exactly, but I really don’t want to be in his space either.

  “Drake.” I respond the same way he did only I force a small smile. My job is being a people person and old manners come all the time.

  “What brings you to Excel?”

  I watch the numbers begin to move, but there are too many of the damn things. They need to move faster because I want off of this elevator, now.

  “I had a meeting. I’m just leaving.”

  “Since you were coming down, I’m assuming it was with Mr. Dean.”

  Not having a damn thing to be ashamed of, I straighten my shoulders. “Yes, I did.”

  “I can smell it.”

  When I turn to him at his words, his nose is scrunched up in disgust. Part of me feels embarrassed the other part of me is yelling fuck him.

  The numbers continue to move as I ignore him. There’s no use in engaging with him since he already thinks the worst of me. That’s says more about him than it does me.

  “Can’t believe you’re a whore and slept with my boss on the night we had a date. Brad was so wrong about you. He said you were a good woman. No, you’re just a skank.” His words bite through my skin. Never have I been called a whore or skank. Guess it’s another thing to cross off my growing up list thanks to Drake Hamilton.

  The number reads three and I turn to Drake. “You will not talk to me that way. You fucked up. That’s on you, not me. What I did after that is none of your business. You can be a dick on your own time, not mine.”

  He grips my arm and I should have remembered he was strong from before.

  “You little slut. I’ll make sure the entire office hears you’re a whore fucking the boss. How’s that going to work for your business.”

  “How do you know about what I do?”

  “Oh, I looked into you. I’ll ruin you.”

  I yank my arm from him, but I’m pretty sure the only reason I got loose was because the doors to the elevator opened instantly.

  “Stay away from me.” I order and move quickly out of the elevator and out the door, looking back a few times to make sure that Drake didn’t follow me. Not seeing him, I get in my car and get the hell out of there.

  “He did what!” Lila yells in the phone while I sit in my office finishing my burger from the local joint.

  “There’s something wrong with that man Lila. You and Brad need to be careful. He’s not right in the head.”

  “No shit. That’s well, nuts. I can’t believe that. And I can’t believe you fucked Mason in his office!”

  “Would you lower your voice woman.” Dipping my fry in ketchup, I toss it in my mouth. “I don’t need others hearing this shit.”

  “I’m in my car on break. No one can hear me.”

  “There’s that.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Hell if I know.”

  “You need to talk to Mason.”

  “Lila, I’m just getting to know the guy. How do I even approach something like this?”

  “Flat out like you always do.”

  I push back from my desk and look to the ceiling. “You know, shit was simpler before that date. It’s all your fault, you know that?”

  She gives a little chuckle. “At least your getting come action out of it.”

  “Yeah. Look I need to get some work done. I’ll call you later.”

  “Talk to Mason and don’t let that douche get to you. You’re not a whore or
a skank. Because if you were I would’ve already told you.”

  To this I smile. “Yeah babe. I know you would’ve. Later.”

  “Later.”

  I drown myself in paperwork completely taking my mind off of the incident in the elevator, when my phone rings. It’s five twenty-seven, time to go home, but I answer it anyway because I’m always on call. One of the downsides of my job.

  “Hello.”

  “Aiden, it’s Mason.”

  My breath hitches and I look to the number on the screen not recognizing it. Not that he gave me his number to begin with.

  “Hey.” The word comes out a bit breathy and I kick myself.

  “Are you okay? I saw the tapes.”

  Confusion hits. “The tapes?”

  “Security of the elevator. What did he say to you, Aiden?”

  Oh fuck. The anger coming through the phone line is like a snake ready to strike with its venom. I’m just happy that I’m not the one he wants to strike.

  “He’s not happy I was with you in your office. Of course I didn’t tell him any of this he just assumed. He said that I was fucking his boss. Called me a few names and grabbed my arm. Needless to say he’s angry. I’m so sorry Mason. He said that he’s going to tell everyone that you’re fucking me. Smear my name. Says he’s been looking me up.”

  “I’ll kill him.”

  While it’s great that I have someone in my corner that wants to stick up for me, this I’ll kill him doesn’t sound like one Lila would give. No, this one sounds lethal and it’s kind of freaking me out a bit. Not for me, but for the dick Drake.

  “Mason, I’m fine. He just has problems. Don’t do anything.”

  “He’s done. He assaulted you in my building. He’s done.”

  “Mason, I…”

  “Are you okay?” He cuts me off and it feels damn good that someone cares and is worried about me.

  “Yes, I’m perfectly fine Mason. Please, don’t hurt him.”