Head Hunter: A Virgin Billionaire Reverse Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Tatum gives me a wry smile and rolls her eyes, mouthing, “Drama,” as she tilts her head toward her friend.

  My grin goes wider. “Yeah, you definitely don’t give off the typical fangirl vibe.”

  “Thank fuck,” she says, totally deadpan. “I think I’d die if I did.”

  I laugh. “I don’t know whether that should hurt my feelings or not.”

  She arches a brow, looking only slightly less likely to run out the door than she did before. I don’t know what to make of her. This is probably the first meet-and-greet ever where I’ve had to work to get a girl to smile.

  Her friend jumps in—and her? Total fangirl—and says, “Don’t listen to her. She loves you guys, like I said. See?”

  She shoves her phone in my face at the same time that Tatum gasps. Her whole body seems to heat, a flush creeping its way up her neck. Fucking adorable. I look down to see the cause of her reaction, then smirk.

  “Sorry, Tatum, I’m going to have to agree with your friend here. This picture is pretty damning.”

  “Oh god,” she says, covering her face with her hands and looking like she wants to melt into the floor.

  It’s so cute that I can’t resist. “Maybe we should recreate it? What do you think?”

  Without waiting for a response, I wrap my hands around her wrists and pull her hands away from her face. She looks absolutely mortified.

  “I will kill you for this, Ana.”

  But all her friend—Ana—does is smile and hold her phone up, ready to snap the picture. She nudges Tatum. “Go on. Get next to him. What are you waiting for?”

  I pull her toward me, still holding her wrists, and wrap her arms around my waist. She looks up at me in surprise as I tuck her against me. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I won’t bite.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. Actually rolls her eyes.

  A laugh rolls out of me. This girl. I truly have no idea what to make of her.

  “Let me guess,” she says, mockingly. “At least not hard?”

  “Only if you want me to.” I lower my head to her ear, inhaling the cherry blossom scent of her hair as I do. The smell goes straight to my cock. “And definitely hard.”

  She stares at me like she can’t believe I just said that to her. But I don’t miss the flare of desire in her eyes. Thank fuck. I was starting to wonder if I had zero effects on this girl. Because she sure as hell is affecting me.

  “Smile for the camera, gorgeous.” Just because I want to know what she’ll do, I slide my hand down into her back pocket, pulling her even closer to me.

  A little gasp escapes her lips, and I want nothing more than to do things that make her make more of those little sounds.

  Ana snaps some pictures, and I know it’s time to wrap things up, but I can’t seem to make myself say goodbye, thank her for coming, or whatever meaningless nonsense I usually say.

  I turn fully towards her, still not letting go, and say the first thing that comes to my mind. “You want to go get a drink with me?”

  Tatum

  I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if it’s because Ana is gesturing obscenely behind Evan’s back or because he’s holding me so close, his hands on my fucking ass.

  I swallow and force myself to draw in a slow lungful of air.

  “Tatum would love to get a drink,” Ana exclaims.

  I glare at her over Evan’s shoulder. “Tatum can speak for herself.”

  Evan chuckles, the deep rumble sending a shiver through my whole body. “So what does Tatum say?”

  Everything about this guy exudes sex. His voice, his eyes, his mouth, his body, which—oh god—is unmistakably hard.

  I want to push away from him just so I don’t do something horrifically embarrassing like rub myself against him.

  I look up at him, clear blue eyes intent on my face. Here we go with the decision making. No wonder Ana felt the need to chime in. I debate with myself, knowing this is a chance of a lifetime. Drinks with Evan Anderson? I’d be an idiot to pass that up. But at the same time, I know I’m going to have Ana’s condition in my head the whole time.

  I mean, I know I don’t actually have to go through with it, but the thought will be hanging over me.

  Evan arches a brow. “Trying to find a way to let me down easy?”

  That’s almost laughable. Someone turning him down. But as I look at him, I see the uncertainty in his eyes. This guy is known for being the cockiest of them all, yet right now, he seems anything but sure of me.

  It’s kind of comforting. The idea of the full force of his over the top personality overwhelms me. But this? I can handle this. I smile up at him, the words slipping out easier than I expected.

  “A drink sounds amazing.”

  A huge grin takes over his face, and mine spreads wider.

  Giving me a little squeeze, he leans in close. “Give me a minute.”

  He steps away and chats with the other guys, and I turn to face Ana. “Don’t say a word.”

  She mimes zipping her lips, locking them, and throwing a key over her shoulder, holding her hands up like she’s all innocence. I roll my eyes, but I can’t wipe the grin off my face. This didn’t go at all like I expected.

  Next thing I know, Evan has me tucked back under his arm, and we’re walking out of the arena and down the busy street. “Where to?” he asks. “You know what’s good around here?”

  “Yep. I know just the place.”

  It’s one of my favorite bars. An old warehouse turned into a brewery. The vibe is just the right mixture of fun and chill, and they typically have live music.

  We make our way there and find a spot in the back.

  “So, Tatum.” He says my name slow and smooth, that voice so, so sexy. Deep and scratchy. Raw and rumbling. I love the way it sounds coming out of that mouth.

  I arch a brow. “Yes, Evan?”

  He chuckles. “I got the distinct impression you weren’t sure you actually wanted to meet me tonight.”

  I shift uncomfortably. “Yeah, well.” How do I put this? “Fawning all over a rock star isn’t exactly my thing.”

  He nods like he gets it. Smiles like he likes it.

  “What do you do?” he asks, reaching up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. The gesture I so casual, so relaxed and natural, but I feel his presences all around me, filling up the space between us.

  And that’s how it is all night. Easy conversation. Laughter over drinks. Subtle touches. And a vibe that makes it seem like we’re old friends.

  Other than the growing tension I feel every time he stops talking and stares at me for too long with a bit of hunger in his eyes. At least I think that’s what it is.

  I almost can’t believe it when I realize that hours have passed. “Oh my god. I need to get home. I can’t believe it’s so late.”

  “Or so early.”

  He’s right. It’s three in the morning.

  “Let me take you home.”

  I pause, trying to decide what he means by that. Take me home or take me home? I’m equally unsure what I want him to mean.

  A fling with a rock star? Hello, isn’t that every girl’s dream? If not, it’s always been mine. But that’s exactly it. It’s always been a dream. Facing the possibility of it being a reality is a bit crazy. Okay, a whole lot of crazy.

  “Sure,” I finally say, because I definitely don’t want to ride the train all alone this late.

  We head to the station, and he slings an arm around my neck, singing one of their rock ballads as we walk. I must be half-drunk because I start singing along.

  This night has been amazing. I haven’t felt this carefree in a really long time, and I just let loose as I sing.

  He stops and stares, just at the top of the steps leading underground.

  “What?”

  “Your voice. It’s gorgeous.”

  I smile shyly. “Thanks.”

  I’m not even embarrassed like I normally would be at that kind of statement. I’m just so comfortable wi
th him. It’s crazy. And that’s when I know. I want to do this. I want to spend one wild, crazy night with Evan Anderson. Just because I can.

  I take a step closer to him, fisting his shirt in my hands and rising up on my toes so I can reach his ear. “Take me home.”

  He has no trouble understanding what I mean when I say it.

  He just flashes me that cocky grin that I find so sexy and grabs my hand, leading my down the stairs to the train station.

  Evan

  We’re the only ones in the car of the train. It’s crazy. I’m not in New York a lot, but I’m pretty sure that’s not a common occurrence.

  Tatum sits beside me as the train lurches forward, her eyes wide as she studies me. “I don’t do this,” she blurts out.

  I laugh. “I know.”

  Her eyes narrow now. “How?”

  I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb across the soft skin. “You’re a sweet girl, Tatum. I can tell. I have girls throwing themselves at me constantly. I can tell the difference between a nice girl and a groupie just wanting to say they slept with Evan Anderson.”

  I can see her waver, my words making her doubt what she’s doing. “I’m not—”

  “I know you’re not. That’s why I’m telling you that.” It almost makes me want to see her home safely and then be on my way. She’s so much better than the girls that throw themselves at me all the fucking time. But I’m not sure I’m strong enough to walk away because I also want her more than I’ve ever wanted any of them.

  “If you’ve changed your mind,” I say reluctantly, “it’s okay.”

  “No,” she interjects quickly, then laughs at herself. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want this.”

  Thank fuck.

  I flash a grin. “Good. Because I really fucking want this too.”

  My words are like a signal giving her permission or something. She turns toward me, straddling me and pushing her hands against my chest until I fall back on the seat. Her legs spread wide, she wedges herself against me, and I groan. I’ve been waiting all night to feel those legs around me.

  I run my fingertips slowly up the back of her thighs, cupping her ass and encouraging her to grind against me. It’s almost unbearable, this need I have to feel her on me. To get rid of these clothes between us and feel her. Hot and wet and ready. And I know she will be.

  Tatum digs her fingers into my shoulders and bites her lip. So damn sexy.

  I’m so hard and ready to go, I could yank her jeans down and sink into her right now. Right on the subway. Gritting my teeth, I force my eyes back to her face. I won’t rush this. I want to savor every second.

  But because I just can’t wait for a taste, I slide my hand down inside the back of her jeans reaching all the way under her until my fingers reach her pussy. I need to know if she’s as turned on as I am. If she wants this as much I think she does.

  “Fuck, Tatum,” I bite out when I feel how wet she is. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”

  My words must be even more of a turn on for her, because as she moans, I feel her get even wetter, soaking my fingers as I brush them back and forth along her pussy.

  “Do you like that, baby?” I ask, teasing her, stroking her gently. “Do you like it when I touch your pussy? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

  I flick open her jeans and unzip them, moving my hand around to the front so I can reach her better. When I press the tip of one finger inside her, and she cries out.

  “Oh god,” she sighs. “Yes, yes. God, yes, I want you to fuck me.”

  Shit. She’s like a live wire, writhing in my arms like she’s ready to explode, even though I’ve barely touched her.

  I can hardly believe how lucky I am. This night is going to be incredible.

  “I will, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.” She jerks forward, her hips begging for more. “But first I’m going to make you cum with my fingers.”

  I pull her head towards mine and nip at her lips. “And when I get you off this train and take you home, I’m going to lay you out on your bed and fill you with this cock and make you cum on it over and over again.”

  I thrust up against her to show her just how hard I am. How hard she’s made me.

  A shudder races over her body as she looks at me through half-lidded eyes, drunk on lust. “Yes. Please. I want all of that.”

  I thread my fingers through her hair and yank, tilting her head back. She gyrates against me, thrusting her hips frantically against my dick as I drag my tongue from her collarbone, up her neck, to her mouth. “You do want it, don’t you?” I whisper against her lips.

  A whimper is my only answer as she clutches my shirt, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I chuckle in satisfaction. It’s fucking awesome to know that this sexy as hell woman wants me just as much as I want her.

  I brush my tongue against her lips, and she immediately opens for me, kissing me back with feverish need. She tastes like cherries, and I stroke her mouth with my tongue, our lips moving together in a dance that leaves us both breathless.

  I push my finger deeper into her pussy and drag the wetness up to her clit, where I rub her in quick circles. I watch her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she bites her lip, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.

  “Make me cum,” she begs, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to oblige.

  I push another finger inside her and growl, nearly crazed with need. “You are so fucking tight, Tatum.” I drag my fingers out slowly, then plunge in again, all the while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

  She lets out a scream of pleasure, her eyes going wide and locking with mine as I continue to pump my finger in and out of her. Then her body tenses and her inner walls begin to pulse around my fingers. Her legs shake and her head falls back as she cums on my hand, soaking me with her juices.

  I can’t look away. I’ve never seen a woman in such pure ecstasy. I mean, I’ve made plenty of women cum, but nothing has ever been like this. When she floats back down, she collapses on my chest, her breath heaving.

  I want nothing more than to be inside of her. Right now. To know what it feels like to have that tight pussy milk my cock.

  But I plan on making her cum a few more times first. After a minute, she lifts her head and looks at me, wonder on her face. “I have never in my life had an orgasm like that,” she says bluntly.

  I smile and drop a light kiss on her lips. “Just wait. That was only the teaser.”

  Tatum

  I didn’t think we’d ever make it back to my apartment. I almost thought I was going to rip his clothes off right on the subway. Giggling, I shake my head.

  “What?” Evan asks as I fumble with the key in the lock.

  “I can’t believe we did that on the train.”

  He smirks. “Stories from the 6 Train…”

  “You’re not kidding. That one should go down as the craziest one for me.”

  Finally, we’re inside, and I shut the door, looking at him. I want him so badly I can hardly contain myself. I’ve felt him against me, but now I need to feel him in me.

  Evan steps forward. “Think I owe you a few more orgasms.”

  Now it’s my turn to smirk. “I’ll be happy to collect.”

  The next instant, he’s crushing his mouth to mine like he’s starving for me.

  That’s how I feel. Like I’ve been starved of him my whole life, and now that I have him, I can’t get enough.

  I walk backward as we kiss, leading him to my bedroom, and we fall back together when my knees hit the back of the bed.

  Evan lifts up and stares at me for a moment. “So sweet. So sexy.”

  He keeps saying that, but I’m more than happy to hear it over and over. I reach for him, pulling at the hem of his shirt, working it up and over his shoulders, revealing all that intricate ink that winds across his chest and around his arms. I trace the colors, entranced.

  “My turn,” he murmurs, pulling my shirt up. His e
yes fall on the tattoo I have on the side of my chest. A bar of music and a bluebird woven together. A grin tips his mouth. “I love it.”

  Then he makes quick work of ridding me of my jeans and shoes, leaving me spread before him in nothing but my bra and panties.

  “My turn,” I echo, sitting up and unbuttoning his jeans, shoving them down with his underwear, revealing his cock. I gasp as it bounces free, so long and thick and hard that I have to wrap my hand around it, have to dip my mouth down for a taste of the bead of precum on the tip.

  Evan groans. “Tatum. God. That feels so good.”

  I smile, loving that I’m making him feel this way. Holy shit. It hits me like a freight train. I’m about to take Evan Anderson’s cock inside my mouth. Mind. Blown.

  I lick a circle around the head, then drag my tongue down his length. I work my way back up slowly, my eyes on his, then press him between my lips, going down as far as I can, loving how he fills my mouth.

  It’s not long before his groaning and swelling, and he jerks me off of him in a hurry. “No. Need to be inside you. Promised you I’d make you cum over and over.” He winks, pulling a condom from his pants and rolling it on quickly.

  He crawls on top of me, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. Then he licks his way down my stomach to my panties, grabbing them with his teeth and dragging them down my legs. It has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Then he licks his way back up my inner thigh, settling his head between them and licking my pussy until I’m writhing on the bed, begging him to fuck me.

  With a growl, Evan grabs my hips and yanks me to the edge of the bed, pulling my legs up to rest on his shoulders. I feel his cock pressing at my entrance. Pressing inside. Slowly filling me up, sliding all the way inside, stretching me in the best possible way.

  Then we begin to move, our bodies in sync, both needy and desperate.

  “Tatum,” he moans. “I’ll take my time with you. Later. Right now I have to have you.”

  I couldn’t agree more. “Yes. Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me hard.”