by Ashley Blake
Sarah Vaughn put her life on hold to raise her brothers after their parents died, and now it was her turn to live her life. After graduating from college at 32, she landed a dream internship with an international investment firm. Sarah wants to make partner there one day and she is willing to do whatever it takes.
She commutes in to downtown on the train every morning and her special treat is seeing him every day. He fuels her fantasies and for a few minutes each day she allows herself to dream.
Sarah’s life changes the day he seduces her on the train. His sensual power over her is like none she has ever experienced. But that morning on the train is just the beginning of a chain of events that will change Sarah’s life forever. She doesn’t know that the gorgeous stranger is Joshua Hunter, billionaire CEO of Hunter International, and he has a voracious appetite for smart, sexy women.
When she discovers who he is, he gives her an offer she is not sure she can refuse…
The Billionaire’s Desire
Submitting to the Billionaire Series - Book 1 of 3
by
Ashley Blake
Published by Lovely Day. Copyright, 2012 by Ashley Blake.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
Chapter 1
It was 6:30 A.M. and I was running late for work. I had recently graduated from college at the age of 32 and I was determined to be a huge success. I had landed a coveted summer internship (although it was unpaid) with Hunter International, a global investment banking and securities firm, and this was only my third week. They usually only accepted students going into their senior year of college for the intern program, but they made an exception for me because of my non-traditional background and my academic record. There were three interns in the program and we were all vying for the same permanent position in the investment banking unit of the firm. The other two interns were young college students. I was hoping my age and life experience would give me an advantage over the younger students. I was extremely focused and prided myself on my attention to detail. I really wanted to make a good impression so that my boss would hire me on full time at the end of the internship. I busted my butt at the office doing whatever anyone asked of me and helping out in any way possible.
I felt so proud to have landed an internship with Hunter International because the CEO, Joshua Hunter, had a stellar reputation. He wanted to be seen as a regular person and did not flaunt his wealth. I had heard that he rode the train to work every day with his security detail so that he could experience what the average citizen experienced riding to work on a daily basis.
I had also heard from people around the office that he was an extremely conservative, serious and driven person. He was fair but very strict. He was an eternal bachelor, never married, no kids and apparently no girlfriend. In my experience, people like that always had another side; they had a different edge that they didn’t want anyone to know about. Maybe I was wrong this time. It didn’t matter. My goal was to be offered a permanent position, and not to speculate about the private life of a billionaire.
Mine wasn’t the typical story where you go to high school, go straight to college, graduate in four years, and then try to find a job as a fresh faced 21 year old. I had been out of high school for several years now and I had spent the last few years raising my two younger brothers. Our parents were hit by a drunk driver on their way home one night, the summer after my senior year of high school. I didn’t want to get out of bed after our parents died but I knew I had to take care of my brothers. We didn’t have any other family, it was just us. I immediately put college, and the rest of my life, on hold and took care of them. They both graduated from college, found great jobs and were living on their own. After I knew they were going to be okay, it was time to focus on myself.
My love life was on the back burner for the time being as I focused on my career goals. That’s not to say I wasn’t interested in finding someone special. I’d had boyfriends along the way, but no one serious. I was an extremely sexual person and I did miss sex. My battery powered friend was the only thing giving me that special satisfaction between my legs and it was time I found the real thing. I would have to figure that out soon but for now I was focused on making a great impression at work. I wanted to be a partner with Hunter International one day and landing a permanent position with them would be my first step to the top. I planned to soak up as much knowledge as possible during this internship and then somehow I was going to get them to hire me on full time.
I had an apartment in the suburbs, because it’s cheaper to live there, and I commuted in to downtown for work. I liked to get into the office early before most other people so I took the 7:05 train every day. I had overslept that morning and was rushing to make the train. I grabbed my purse and my keys and ran out the door. The train was just pulling up to the station when I got there and I ran to the third car, my heels clicking on the pavement. The commuter trains were so much nicer than the city trains. I liked to sit in that train car because it had the largest bathroom and I occasionally used it to finish getting ready if I was running late.
The train had two levels and I preferred to sit on the second level which was almost always empty…except for him. I saw him on the train every day for the last three weeks and he literally took my breath away. He was so gorgeous. Men that gorgeous usually had several women in their rolodex, and if he was rich too? There was no way I could get a man like that, he was way out of my league and I knew it. Don’t get me wrong, I was no slouch. I was fairly attractive and relatively fit, although I had a penchant for butter pecan ice cream which left a few extra pounds on my backside. But I knew I wasn’t his type so I just enjoyed my own little fantasy life with him for 30 minutes each morning and lately, at night too.
I was hoping he wouldn’t be there today because I had zero makeup on and I’m sure I looked a mess. I wanted to get to the bathroom so I could finish putting on my makeup and look presentable for the day. I casually walked up the steps trying to look nonchalant and not the hurried mess that I felt inside just in case he was there. I hit the top of the landing…and there he was. My stomach jumped into my throat when I saw him. He always sat in the last row. He was so gorgeous and so masculine. He had thick dark hair, and broad shoulders. I quickly noted his expensive suit. He reeked of money. His cufflinks gleamed in the ray of sunlight peeking through the window. Those were probably platinum and cost more than I made in a week. He glanced up at me with piercing dark eyes and I felt my cheeks flush and mouth go dry as I quickly looked away and rushed past him to the bathroom.
As weird as this may sound, I loved this bathroom because it was pristine and it wasn’t a matchbox. There was actually room for me to change and a hook to hang my clothes if I needed it. I had just finished applying my makeup and was brushing my hair when just as quickly as the door opened, it shut and the gorgeous stranger was looking back at me in the mirror. I tried to turn around but he leaned in and whispered for me not to. He was so close I could feel his body heat against my back.
He looked at me in the mirror as he spoke to me. “For the past three weeks I’ve noticed you watching me.” His warm breath on my ear made me weak in the knees. I was stunned into silence and didn’t know what to say. The cool porcelain of the sink felt smooth beneath my hands as I held on to keep my balance. “I can sense your need.” His hard body pressed against mine as he brushed my hair away from my neck. He le
aned down to plant a soft kiss on my neck and his lips felt like butter. I must be dreaming. “Tell me your name beautiful.” Beautiful? Maybe I was dreaming.
“Sarah.” I could barely get it out. My short ragged breaths made it difficult to focus.
“Sexy Sarah.” His deep seductive voice sent chills down my spine. “I want to touch you Sarah. I want to make you feel good.” It certainly wasn’t a question and he didn’t wait for an answer.
I made no objection as his lips gently kissed my earlobe and his hands roamed down my hips to the hem of my skirt and slowly made their way back up under my skirt. I could feel his hard member pressed between my butt cheeks. I closed my eyes, my head turned to the side, still holding onto the sink as he grazed the outside of my panties with his fingers. I sucked in a quick breath as he slid a finger inside my drenched panties. His lips created a trail of kisses down the soft skin behind my ear as he found my clit. I moaned as I leaned back into his muscular build. He pressed his hardened length against my backside as he wrapped his free muscular arm around my waist pulling me even closer to him. His hips moved against me as he massaged my nub in small circles. I let out a loud moan as he slipped a finger inside my warm opening. He hips gyrated against me as his fingers increased their pressure on my nub. My body responded by pressing back into his hard length in between my cheeks. Our clothes created a barrier but I could feel every inch of him. He pressed his finger deep inside of me, stroking my walls and reached up with the hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple through my blouse. He ran his tongue along my exposed neck and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came hard and let out a moan that I was sure the whole train could hear. I leaned back against him as I shuddered, unable to move.
A few seconds later as I was still catching my breath, he leaned down over my shoulder to whisper in my ear. “You were everything I had hoped and more.” He then pulled himself together, gave my cheek a light kiss and exited as quickly as he had entered.
I stood there dumbfounded at what had just happened. He awakened feelings in me that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I couldn’t wear my wet panties so I took them off. I was cleaning myself up when I had a panicked thought. What if the whole train heard me? Please let me be able to go back to my seat unnoticed. I didn’t know what I would say to him when I walked out. I felt extremely embarrassed because I had never done anything like that before. It just wasn’t who I was. I straightened my jacket, took a deep breath and opened the door. He was nowhere to be seen. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just as well. I wouldn’t have known what to say. No one seemed to look up as I returned to my seat so I was happy about that.
A little while later, I was engrossed in a mergers and acquisition report for a big meeting that day when I heard a deep voice directly behind me.
“You’re going to miss your stop.”
The voice startled me and I turned to see the handsome stranger waiting for me to stand up. I glanced out the window and saw that we were just pulling up to the downtown stop. Where did he come from? Flustered, I quickly put the report away and fumbled as I gathered my things. I felt him watching me and it threw me off. My cheeks were burning and my hands were a little shaky.
As I stood up and proceeded down the steps I could feel him behind me. My heart was pounding. We had to wait for the crowd from the first level to exit before we could get out. It suddenly occurred to me that he knew my stop. Had he been watching me also? As we exited the train car, I turned to say I don’t know what to him about what had happened in the bathroom but he disappeared into the crowd. I felt a twinge of disappointment as I stood on tiptoe trying to spot him in the crowd ahead of me. Oh well, at least this would give me time to figure out what I would say to him when I saw him again.
As I hurried to work, my heels clicking on the pavement and the cool, early morning summer breeze blowing through my hair, I tried to put the gorgeous stranger out of my mind but it was hard. I replayed the bathroom scene in my head over and over. I felt like a giddy teenager and was completely wrapped up in the fantasy of how we would have perfect children and a perfect life in our perfect mansion when reality almost literally smacked me in the face.
“Ms. Vaughn, you’re here early.”
I didn’t even realize that I had made it to the elevator bank until I saw my boss standing in front of me.
“Oh, good morning Ms. Statham. I like to get an early start.”
“We have a big meeting today.” The elevator doors opened and we stepped on.
“I’ll be ready,” I said as the doors closed.
Chapter 2
Our meeting ran longer than expected and I was starving. All three interns attended the meeting and we were asked to present an advisory report on the spot. I was the only one who was able to do so. I overheard my boss tell her boss that she was really impressed with how I was doing in the program so far. They also mentioned that I was the only intern that brushed up on the current financial topic and was prepared on the spot. That made me feel pretty good. I hadn’t eaten lunch before the meeting and it was almost 3:30 and I decided to go to the lounge to eat my lunch and relax for an hour.
The building I worked in was super high-tech and absolutely gorgeous. The company was a multi-billion dollar corporation and they were big on making employees feel comfortable because so many people worked long and odd hours. The employees were really spoiled. They had a full service cafeteria, massage parlor, juice bar, business center, rec room with pool tables and dart boards, nap rooms with beds where you literally take naps, and a lounge that had big plush couches with blankets and a big screen television. I’d heard from other people that the lounge area was the most under-used room because people preferred to go to the nap rooms for peace and quiet, and the lounge didn’t have any windows. It was very cozy and quiet. I liked to go the lounge late in the day when no one else was around. I liked to pretend that it was my living room since my place was so tiny and there was no way I could afford a huge TV. The lounge was one floor below the executive floor. I had never been on the executive floor but I had heard it was like a huge high end condo. I wanted an office on that floor one day and I was going to work my butt off to make it happen.
After I finished eating my lunch I took off my shoes, curled up on the couch, set the alarm on my phone and closed my eyes. I started reliving the sexy events on the train that morning and reveled in the way he touched me. I was jarred out of my bliss when a few minutes later I felt someone brush the hair off of my neck. I woke with a start, put my feet on the floor and looked up into the eyes of the gorgeous stranger from the train. At first I thought I was dreaming so I blinked a few times. I’m sure I looked silly. But there he was, in all of his gorgeous splendor.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Damn, his voice was so deep and sexy.
“Oh, that’s OK. I wasn’t sleeping. Um, what are you doing here?”
He gave me a wry smile and asked me what I was doing there.
“I work here. Well, I don’t actually work here, not yet anyway.” I saw him raise an eyebrow. “I’m an intern in the investment banking unit. Just taking a late lunch.” My throat was suddenly very dry. I took a sip of my water to quench my thirst but it didn’t help. This man had such an effect on me. I could feel my cheeks burning as he just looked at me. His dark eyes roamed slowly over my body stopping at the opening of my blouse. I was always careful not to dress seductively at work. I never unbuttoned more than one button and I never wore a skirt above my knee.
He tore his gaze away from my blouse and looked into my eyes. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since this morning. You smelled so good,” he murmured in his deep sexy voice. He reached out to brush the hair out of my wide eyes that were blinking at him uncontrollably.
Am I dreaming here? There is no way this is really happening.
I was suddenly very aware of the thumping of my heart. I hope he can’t sense what he is doing to me. I felt light-headed as I tried to think of
something to say in response to him.
He pulled up a chair and was sitting directly in front of me. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call while holding my gaze the entire time. “I’m in the lounge and I don’t want to be disturbed for the next hour.” Immediately after he hung up the phone I heard the door automatically lock.
He obviously worked in the building. Who was this man?
He reached out to move my hair out of my eye and his fingers entwined in my hair, grabbing a fistful, and gently but forcefully pulled my head back. He leaned in to kiss me, his soft lips crushing mine. Our tongues eagerly sought each other out, wanting and needing. He slowly pulled away searching my eyes. His fingers slowly caressed my face and moved down my collar bone, down my arm to my hand that was sitting on my thigh. Oh, the way he touches me. My breathing quickened as I started to melt under his touch. Both hands then started a slow trail up my thighs and under my skirt and caressed my legs in a circular motion and came back down my thighs. They slowly went back up my thighs and under my skirt again only this time they went a little higher and I felt my hips inch forward to give him better access. I’m not stopping him, this feels too good. I felt his fingers caress my soft opening. Was that appreciation I saw when he felt I didn’t have on any panties? I felt like I was in a trance. I was letting him do whatever he wanted.
With both hands on my thighs he leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear with that deep masculine voice. He was all man. “Sarah, you’re so fucking sexy.”
I looked at him, wanting to grab him and pull him to me. He gave me a sexy smirk and cupped his hands around my ass cheeks. I lifted up slightly so that he could get a good feel and he gave my cheeks a squeeze before sliding his fingers around to my moist opening. I felt the fingers of his left hand graze my clit as his right hand moved up my stomach to my breasts and started caressing my nipple in small circles through my shirt. My gasp was audible as waves of pleasure washed over me. My nails dug into the soft fabric of the couch as soft moans escaped my lips. At that moment I didn’t care that I didn’t know who this man was. All I cared about was how good this felt and that he knew how to touch me. I spread my legs a little wider to give him better access. His fingers glided over my clit again and then he started rubbing it faster while he leaned in to kiss my neck. I planted my hands on his shoulders and threw my head back exposing the delicate skin to his unyielding lips.
