The Billionaire's Board

by Lark Anderson

  My hands are in his hair, pushing his head to me. My hips gyrate, and a pleasant warmth begins to radiate from my loins.

  “Please…oh…God…Gabriel…just do it.”

  “Do what,” he says between licks.

  “M-m-make me come.”

  “Are you sure? I really like what I’m doing and want to stay down here a good while longer.”

  “Just fucking do it!”

  “As you wish.”

  His tongue accelerates, and I feel my body begin to surge.

  I’m dizzy. Desperate. So fucking hot, I think I might be going into heatstroke.

  My hips jerk, and Gabriel has to bring his arms up over my legs to keep me from bucking him off.

  Pleasure courses through my enter body, radiating from my core.

  Holy fucking hell, how could it possibly feel this good?

  His tongue doesn’t relent, and as my body calms, he speeds up again.

  I nearly scream, and I try to push him off, but he is firm in his position.

  “It’s too much…Oh, God…It’s too much.”

  But Gabriel knows what he’s doing, and it’s as though he knows my own body better than I do.

  A familiar rush threatens to release. I try to breathe, try to gain some semblance of control, but I fail utterly, and now I’m pressing his head against my core, begging for release again.

  And it comes. Oh, God, does it come.

  This time, I’m screaming, my thighs pressing against his stubbled cheek. Gabriel is mission-focused, keeping his tongue strokes steady and on course.

  It’s amazing, and I never want to go without it. I swear, I could get addicted.

  My body finally stops, and I realize I have no feeling in my extremities. It’s as though my release used every last drop of blood in my body to fuel its fire.

  Gabriel’s rising now, moving in to kiss me, and tasting myself on his lips feels so erotic, so primal, that I can’t help myself from returning his kiss with fervor. A deep need has manifested in my loins, and I feel an urgency unlike any I’ve felt before—the need for him deep inside me.

  His cock presses against me, at the apogee of my thighs. My blood rushes with a want only he can satisfy.

  “We can stop here,” Gabriel says between kisses.

  “No, I need you.”

  “What is it you need from me?”

  “I need you inside of me.”

  He smirks like he knows what he’s done to me.

  “Let’s move this party into the bedroom,” he says.

  “No!” I reach down, grabbing his member. It feels so big in my hand, so thick. I run the numbers through my analytical brain, and I realize—he is indeed massive.

  Now, it’s his turn to gasp as I slide my hand down his silky-smooth flesh, exploring the unknown territory.

  “Take me,” I beg. “Now!”

  Gabriel obliges, cradling my head in his right hand, and my hips in his left.

  “Thank you,” he whispers. Then I feel sheer and blinding pain for but a moment as he penetrates me.

  The pain is replaced by pleasure so intense it sends my whole body into spasms.

  “Are you okay?” he pants.

  “Yes,” I rasp. “Please, more.”

  He begins to thrust, filling me entirely. He kisses me the whole time, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth.

  It doesn’t take him long, and in truth, I don’t think I could have handled much more. As he nears completion, he brings a hand down to massage my clit, and I feel a now-familiar stir.

  “Please, come with me,” he says, and the words alone send me over the edge.

  CHAPTER 23

  Gabriel…devoured…

  Waking up, I look down at my heart’s desire, disbelieving she’s curled in my nook, sleeping contently.

  Going into yesterday’s dinner, I felt despair bordering on terror, thinking I would have to live my life watching the woman of my dreams enter into a relationship with my CFO while I endure my loveless marriage. It was crushing, but I was perfectly willing to accept my fate for the good of everyone.

  And then something miraculous happened.

  As it turns out, Remi chose me, even if she couldn’t have me—and I did make that clear. I told her there would be no future for us, but that Tom would like to date her. Apparently, she’s not as fond of Tom as most of his dates are, even though he brought her to the most elusive new restaurant in town and lavished her with an epic shit ton of flowers.

  It’s 5:30 am, and she’s not due into her office until 8:30. There’s plenty of time for me to ogle her while she sleeps.

  Remi is the perfect mix of shy and desire. She knows what she wants, but she’s a little intimidated by it—and I’m hooked.

  Most of the women I’ve been with try to be ultra-sexy, dropping sexual innuendos in every sentence—practically deep throating bananas in my presence. Most men would revel in it. Heck, I did, for a time.

  The truth is, though, it’s all a lie. All they care about is the financial incentives, doing whatever they can to gain girlfriend status, or at least a credit card with their name on it with me footing the bill.

  I’d take Remi over any one of them. Shy Remi that actually has sexual desires of her own. Who wants me to be the one to fulfill them. I was afraid of disappointing her, being unable to pleasure her, but that didn’t turn out to be an issue at all. And now that I’ve had her, I’m not sure I can settle for anything less. Whatever this is, I know it’s more than lust. Remi Stone has somehow found a way to imprint herself onto my heart.

  I shift, letting her head slide to the pillow. She purrs, and I kiss her forehead and pull the blanket up over her. Then, I get out of bed, throw on a robe I had put in the wardrobe for me, hoping for such an occasion as this, and go to work on breakfast.

  I’m fully aware that I am not a master chef or culinary genius, but I can make my way around some breakfast potatoes, bacon, and eggs, and that’s just what I do. I slave for my lady love for twenty minutes, finishing it off with a cup of fresh coffee.

  When I walk back into the bedroom, tray in hand, I find her lying where I left her, eyes open.

  I’m more than a little nervous. What if she regrets last night? What if she hurts? What if it wasn’t as good for her as it seemed? But when she sits up in bed, blanket covering her body, beaming at me, I know I’m once again overthinking.

  I set the tray down on the nightstand and sit on the edge of the bed.

  I need to tell her about Sayo, but now’s not the time. As soon as everything’s settled, we’ll have a long talk about my obligations and what we could possibly be. What I can offer her.

  “Can we cuddle?” Remi asks.

  “Of course, we can cuddle. You have an hour before you should start getting ready. If you want, I can give you a back rub.”

  “I want you to lay down.”

  I oblige, and once I’m lying flat, she lets the blanket fall, and I’m lost in the lush curves of her flesh.

  I watch her breasts sway as she climbs into position atop my body. She’s giddy, a mix of sexy and sweet that not many can pull off.

  Once she’s straddling me, she leans down, pressing her lips to mind. I can feel her breasts fall against me, so soft, so fucking sexy.

  I want her all to myself. The thought of her being with another man makes me sick. I push the image from my head, focusing on the goddess sitting atop my cock.

  “Thank you, for last night,” she says, her eyes avoiding mine. She’s being shy again. I love it. It’s so genuine.

  “It’s I who should be thanking you,” I say, cupping her face in my hands, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “It was amazing. Every moment of it.”

  “I didn’t want it to end,” she says, and I believe her.

  “I didn’t want it to either.”

  “There are things left…that we didn’t get to do.”

  I frown, sorry to have disappointed her. “Well, women are able to keep at it a lot longer than men. I
’m sorry if we’ll have to explore all your wants over time.”

  “I look forward to it.” She lifts her bottom from my cock, and I immediately want to feel her against me again, pressing, rubbing. She’s on all fours, scooting down, pulling at the knot on my robe.

  “What are you doing, Remi?” I ask, my interest piqued.

  She says nothing. She merely continues to pull at the knot, looking me in the eyes the entire time. It’s intoxicating, watching her. Her sweet innocence being rebelled against by her lust.

  The knot is soon undone, and my robe is open, my cock standing at attention. I smile, thinking that she’s craving sex again and wants to try riding me, but instead, she brings her hand to its base, lowering her lips to my head.

  “You don’t have to do that,” I say.

  The truth is, as sexy as it may seem, I don’t want to spoil her. And I certainly don’t want her to feel like she owes me anything. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever encountered, a goddess in her own right. She shouldn’t have to do a damn thing.

  She says nothing, letting her actions do the talking.

  The heat from her mouth makes me shudder, and as her tongue circles the ridge of my head, I moan, a guttural sound I cannot stifle.

  I can tell she’s unsure, more than a little anxious, so I reach down and run my fingers through her hair.

  “You’re doing amazing,” I say, and it’s the God’s honest truth. It feels pretty fucking amazing.

  Her hand works its way up and down my shaft as she gets used to sucking the head. It’s perfect. She’s perfect. It’s the kind of head you get when you’re still a virgin, scared shitless, unsure of what to do but eager to try things.

  I feel the familiar rush I get when I’m about to come, and I pull her head back a bit.

  “I’m close. You better stop,” I say.

  She bats my hand away and precedes to devour me.

  Holy fucking shit!

  The gesture may have been small, but her take-charge attitude is all it takes to push me over the finish line. I explode, and she’s so fucking hot as she’s sucking and moaning, and practically begging me for more.

  She swallows it all, and when she withdraws, she’s smiling. Delighted in whatever the fuck it was we just did. I’d call it head, but it felt like so much more than a fucking blowjob.

  “God, Remi, what a way to greet a man.”

  “It’s the least I can do for the man that made me breakfast,” she chirps as she grabs a slice of bacon.

  I grab her arm, maybe too hard.

  “Remi, I don’t want you to ever feel like you owe me anything. Not for the job, for the apartment, for the exorbitant amount of money I’m going to spend on you, for the millions of orgasms I will bestow. Or for breakfast.”

  “Trust me,” she gives me a wink, “I’ve been wanting to do that.”

  “Well, give me a moment to recover and game on.”

  “Sorry, can’t. I want to head in early, check out the slides again, look at some of the other things on the drive.”

  “I’ve looked at the slides. They’re great.”

  “Friday’s a big day for me. I have to look over it a hundred more times.”

  “Remi, I have a business meeting tonight. Are you really going to make me wait?” I roll onto my side, tracing my fingers on her thigh. “What if I want you now? What if I crave your taste?”

  “Wednesday?” she asks.

  “I have a busy week. I don’t think Wednesday will be good. And Thursday I have to do an interview with a magazine. There will be a photo shoot, and it will take way too long.”

  “You’ll just have to wait until after the meeting then.”

  “You’re cruel.”

  “I tell you what: if the meeting goes my way, you can have me all weekend.”

  “And if it doesn’t?” I ask.

  “Well, then you still have my panties.”

  CHAPTER 24

  Remi and Tom are just friends…

  I’m giddy as I take a seat at my desk, replaying the events of last night in my head for the tenth time this morning.

  Gabriel Icor, the 10, took my virginity last night, and it was AWESOME!

  Before our coupling, I had been blissfully unaware such pleasure existed in this Earthly realm. Now I know how sex addicts are made.

  I want to text Meghan, but Gabriel made it clear I couldn’t share any details with her, so I pull up my contact for Analise.

  Remi: Guess what!!!

  Analise: What?

  Remi: Come to my office!

  Analise: Girl, some people aren’t as ambitious as you. I’m still rolling out of bed.

  Remi: It’s nearly 9?

  Analise: Yeah, and some of us grew up the privileged daughters of the Big 5. So what?

  I guess I’ll just dive straight into work, then.

  The data on my slides checks out every time I pull the numbers, and I start looking at another inefficiency. It’s hard to believe that millions of dollars are mismanaged each year, but here I am, staring the evidence in the face. Icor Tech isn’t the only company with issues, but one thing’s for sure, it’s not in a hurry to fix them.

  My coffeemaker has been delivered, and of course, there are too many buttons. As I’m trying to figure them out, a knock sounds from my door.

  “Come in,” I yell.

  Tom steps into my office, a smile on his face.

  “Oh, hey,” I say anxiously, a stab of guilt threatening to murder me.

  Be cool. Act professional. He has plenty of options. It’s not like he’s going to care that much if you want to focus on work.

  “Let me help you with that,” he says.

  He comes over, pushes a bunch of buttons, and before I know it, my magical morning elixir is being poured.

  “Thank you.”

  “So, how was dinner?” he asks.

  I swallow, trying to keep my breathing normal. “It was great.”

  “That’s good to hear. I have to go out of town again, but I wanted to take one last look at your slides.”

  “Ummm…yeah, let me pull them up.”

  I pull up the slides for Friday’s meeting, hoping Tom will respond well to them. Having him on my side will be a huge boon, seeing as how he’s established with the company and has gained respect over his tenure. If he pushes the board and those who have a vote to pass my proposal, I can have a real effect on a billion-dollar company.

  “Wow,” he says, squinting at the screen. “You’ve really put a lot of time into calculations.”

  “Yeah, I’ve quadruple checked them. Actually, like ten times that.”

  “And you think you’re prepared for Barry?”

  “As prepared as I can be.”

  “You can’t back down. You can’t let him intimidate you. Go in there with these numbers, and don’t let them make you second guess yourself.”

  “Do you think he’s going to pose an issue?” I ask.

  “Hell, yeah. This is family pride he has on the line here. Don’t worry, though. I’ll have your back. Lindel will too. She doesn’t give two shits who she’s pissing off when it comes to money.”

  “But he’s Barry. One of the Big 5.”

  “Remi, to the rest of the world, they’re the Big 5, to us, they’re dated board members.”

  I smile weakly, unable to shake the terrible guilt I feel.

  What if I made the wrong choice?

  “Well, you’re gonna knock it out of the park—and that’s a fact,” Tom says as he rises from the chair to leave.

  “Thanks, Tom. It’s good to know you’re there for me.”

  He turns to leave, then slowly turns back around, a tight look on his face.

  “Remi,” he says.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry if I was pushing too hard to make something happen. I feel like an ass. We’re going to be working together, so I think we better keep things strictly professional.”

  I smile, trying not to show my elation.

 
; “Thanks, Tom. To tell you the truth, it’s been weighing on me. I just don’t want to make my work life awkward in that way.”

  “I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he says and leaves me to my slides.

  I could not have planned this better myself.

  ❦

  Remi has girl talk…

  Making my way through the USB is going to take me months, but I’ve already found the next item to sink my teeth into, and it has to deal with pricing.

  One of the invoices I was reading led me down a path that not even Gabriel himself has walked before.

  If we price our base product of enCor 30% cheaper, we can capture about 55% of the market based on current market trends. That would be an increase of 15%. The increase in the volume of sales quickly makes up for the discount, but we can also bump up the price of the add-ons 20% to show a positive cash flow.

  I send a quick memo to Gabriel regarding my findings, even though I haven’t completed all the research. If it’s a path he’s already tried to go down and couldn’t make it work, I don’t want to be redundant.

  Damn it! it’s already four o’clock. I’ve been so involved in my research, I’ve completely forgotten to eat lunch, and now it’s almost time for dinner.

  My phone vibrates, and I look down to see a text from Analise.

  Analise: I’ll pop in soon.

  Butterflies explode in my stomach. I’m dying to tell someone about my night with Gabriel, and he made it clear, Analise is my only option. So I wait.

  What if he’s already talked to her about it? What if it was terrible for him?

  I pull up the slides again, trying to pry my mind off my insecurities.

  Analise walks in with two venti Starbucks in hand.

  “So, what you’re telling me is that you were not indeed sleeping. You were fucking the Starbucks barista,” I say.

  “Hush now,” she says with a wink, setting a drink down for me. “You said you liked mocha caramel, right?”