“I'm coming, fucking coming,” he shouted. Avaline rubbed herself furiously and reached an intense orgasm at the same time his semen spilled from him and into her warm depth.
On top of her, breathing hard, he kissed the side of her face and then her neck. She wrapped her long legs tighter around his back, not wanting him to leave her. When he had to, he rolled off her and lay next to her. He took her hand and lay it on his stomach.
“I like you a hell of a lot. I'm not letting you go,” he said.
“I want to spend so much time with you. I want to know all of you. You know I can't be your PA now, don't you?”
“Yes, I know. What do you really want to do?”
“I want to be a mom.”
“Well, let's see what we can arrange,” he said, rolling onto his side. “Give me a few minutes.”
*****
THE END
ALPHA BILLIONAIRE Romance – Bad Boy Billionaire
1
Dana loved her business. That was an odd thing to admit to herself, since she had never even used a sex toy in her life. She pleasured herself, of course, but she had never felt the need to use something like the latex dildos she rang up and placed into discrete black plastic bags for her customers.
Dana was three years out of business school, and she’d always known what kind of business she wanted have. After all, sex sells. She opened the Treasure Box a month after graduating, and it hadn’t taken long for the little shop to take off. It was a squat, square building with dim windows and a parking lot in the rear. Everyone liked to buy sex toys, but no one liked to be seen doing it.
The shop started off doing well, and Dana had hired Jeff, a thirty-something stoner, to help out so she could actually have a day or two off here and there. Lately, though, the business had been down. The internet was cutting into her profits more and more, and she had let Jeff go. He had been more disappointed about never getting her into bed than he was about losing his job.
Dana was attractive, and she knew it. She was lithe but curvy, with large breasts and a bubble butt. She had a flat tummy and long brown hair, which she always pulled back into a simple ponytail. She didn’t put much effort into looking good, but she didn’t have to. Her lips were full and pouty, her eyes smoky and a grayish blue. She had white teeth and a perfect smile, and her voice was husky. Jeff had always said she looked like she could have been a famous actress in the forties.
She wasn’t quite twenty-five, and she’d had a string of boyfriends since high school, but none had ever amounted to much of anything. It was always just a bit of fun, and then they wanted something more serious, and she freaked out and ended it.
Most guys expected her to be a sexual creature, owning a sex shop and everything, but Dana had always tended to be a little bit vanilla in bed. She had grown up in an ultra-conservative household, and it had affected her. Her mother had almost fainted when she told her she was opening a shop that sold dildos and fake vaginas, and her father hadn’t talked to her for over a year. Things were better now, but her parents never asked about her business.
It was a Thursday when she met him: Gregory Jones, tall, dark, and handsome. He entered the Treasure Chest alone. It was ten in the morning. Dana had just opened. No one else was there yet, and the young woman had been stocking a new shipment of cock rings near the back of the store. She had heard the bell ring, a little silver chime that hung over the doorway and was rocked when the door opened and hit it.
She called out to her new customer. “I’m back here! Yell when you’re ready to check out.”
There wasn’t an answer for a moment, and it made Dana nervous. She stood up and turned, just in time to see the sexiest-looking man she had ever seen step around the final aisle and smile at her. He was tanned and tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw that made it seem as though he had missed his calling as a superhero. His hair was fair, blond and wavy, though he kept it trimmed quite short. He was wearing a suit that looked expensive to even Dana’s eye, untrained as it was in such matters.
“Hey there,” the man said. “I could use your help.”
“What can I do for you?” Dana asked, and then she realized she was holding a cock ring package. She put it down quickly, her cheeks burning. The man seemed to take note of her sudden flash of embarrassment, his brow rising, but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything about it.
“Do you sell strap-on dildos?”
Dana nodded. “Sure. Follow me.”
She had to step around the man to get out of the aisle. When she did, she brushed against him slightly it was as if her whole body exploded. She felt a heat, and she realized that she had just met the man, but she wanted him badly already.
She went toward the middle of the store, down an aisle with a few strap-on dildo choices.
“Ah, thank you,” the man said.
“Sure. I’ll be up front when you’re ready,” Dana said, and she turned to leave, but the man held up a hand.
“Actually, I need some more help. I don’t know much about these.”