“I invested in the company that did. Teslas call for a lot of charging which can be hard when traveling long distances. This one can solar charge. It also has these special magnets in the wheels that spin to help create energy.” Super fancy.

  “Cool” is my lame response. I partly understand what he’s saying, but most of it goes right over my head, and I think he already dumbed it down a lot for me, so I don’t want to make him explain it more. “You must be super smart.”

  “You never have to be the smartest person in the room, Mila. You just have to be able to hire or invest in them.”

  “That makes sense. I mean, you can’t know everything about everything. Though some men try to pretend they do.”

  “And those tend to be the dumbest of all men.” I nod in agreement.

  “So if you don’t build cars, what is it that you do?”

  “I do a lot of things.”

  “Oh no. Please don’t say you’re an entrepreneur. Lauren says that's a red flag on a dating app. That it means you probably can’t keep a job.” Dax muffles a laugh from the driver’s seat.

  “I do investments, some exporting and some importing. A little bit of everything. Anything that catches my attention. I can be a bit obsessive when I focus on a new project.”

  I stare at Jay’s handsome face for a long moment. Is that what I am? He does seem a bit obsessive. It should freak me out, but I’m oddly flattered. Now I’m not so sure.

  “Then what? After you invest or do whatever and it works out? Is it on to the next great thing?” I’m so curious about this man. I want to know everything I can about him, and he seems more than willing to answer whatever I ask.

  “When it comes to some things, yes. They run their course or you can see that soon they are going to be less useful, you sell or get out.”

  “You make that sound so easy. To invest in something and then walk away when it doesn’t perform how you want.” I turn to look out the window. Jay’s hand comes to my chin, and he gently turns my head back toward him.

  “I’m not talking about people.” He pauses. “That was a lie. I’m not talking about you.”

  “I’m flattered, but do you usually dispose of other people when they're no longer useful to you?”

  “Some need to be disposed of.”

  My mind flashes to Tracy, who I worked with at a department store. She sucked and spent most of the time hiding in the dressing room pretending to be putting clothes back people didn’t want after they tried them on. She needed to be fired, so I suppose what he’s saying is fair.

  “I guess if you have all these people working for you sometimes you have to fire them.”

  “Fire them,” Dax mutters under his breath with another one of his laughs. This one is cut short when Jay hits him with a glare in the rearview mirror. Even I swallow when I get a glimpse of that expression on his face. It reminds me again that while I’ve gotten some things out of Jay, I don’t know a ton.

  He said his name is Jay Eaton which sounds familiar, but I can’t place it. I’m sure it’s because he’s clearly mega rich and we live in the same city.

  “We’re here, sir,” Dax informs us. I hadn’t realized we’d come to a stop.

  I see the bakery I live above. A tug of disappointment hits me. I thought we might spend some time together, but he probably has work to do. He’s spent most of his day standing over me at the photo shoot. I’m not sure why he did but I’m not complaining. I’m finding that I enjoy having him around.

  “Thanks for the ride. Walk me to my door. Maybe we could have another one of those—” I peek over at Dax, knowing he can hear everything we’re saying.

  “You want another kiss, Mila?” My cheeks warm, but I nod.

  “It was really good.” Way to play it cool. “I mean, it was okay. You know, like a normal kiss that girls have all the time.” Jay's eyes narrow in on my mouth, and I wonder how I keep making this worse. If only I could stop talking, but I know that’s not going to happen no matter how hard I try. “Not that I’ve had all these kisses but—”

  “Mila,” he cuts me off. He unclips my seatbelt.

  “Thanks,” I mumble, and not about the seatbelt. I’m thankful he cut off my ramblings.

  “Show me your home. I want to see it, and then we’ll collect a few of your things.” We’re halfway up the stairs to my place as he says this. “That’s your lock?”

  “I mean, it’s not solar panel powered or anything. Just a good old-fashioned key lock.” I reach into my purse to find my key. “I lose everything in here.” I keep digging, trying to find the stupid thing. I stop when I hear the sound of my lock clicking as it always does when I turn the key in it. But when I look up, Jay doesn't have a key in his hand. Only this little piece of metal.

  “You’re getting a new lock. A new door actually.”

  “You picked that?” I don’t know if I should be impressed or annoyed, but the truth is I’m actually a bit freaked out. “It was that easy? That’s kind of—”

  “Scary for two young women? Agreed. Don’t worry, I’ll have it taken care of.”

  “You have investments in a company that specializes in doors and locks too?” I tease. “Might have to check with the owner of the building. We had to ask to paint.” I point my thumb to the soft grayish-blue wall.

  “I’m invested in everything when it comes to you, Mila.” He kicks the door closed behind him as he enters our small loft. The room shrinks two sizes with him now in it.

  I don’t get a chance to respond. His mouth claims mine in another one of those life-altering kisses that make you forget about all those red flags. I might need a white one by the time this kiss is done.

  ten

  JAY

  This place isn’t safe for two rats and a piece of cheese, let alone two single women. I’m going to have to install a new door, a security system, and a half-dozen locks. But none of that is happening now.

  Right now, I have to be inside her. “Bedroom,” I say. It’s half-order, half-question, but I don’t wait for an answer. This place isn’t that big.

  Lips still locked, I pick her up and carry her through one of the open doors. I hit the lights and check it out.

  “This yours?” It looks like it fits her. It’s bright and pretty with lots of color.

  “Yes. How’d you know?” She eyes me with wonder.

  “We’re connected, Mila. Of course, I’d know.” I set her down next to the bed and wrap my hands around her shoulders. I can’t decide what I want to do first. Suck on her tits? Tongue her cunt? Map her body with my hands and then my mouth?

  “How come we haven’t met before then?”

  “'Cuz you weren’t ready.”

  “And you were?” she challenges. I love it when she does that.

  “Waiting for you.” I press a kiss to her shoulder.

  “You should have looked for me then.”

  I put on a mock frown. “Are you always going to be busting my balls?”

  “Absolutely.” She crosses her arms. “Otherwise you’re going to try to walk all over me, telling me what to do, who I can’t talk to, and stuff like that. I’m my own, clumsy, person.”

  “Noted.” I circle her waist with my fingers and jerk her close to me so she can feel the hard jut of my erection against her stomach. “This autocratic asshole is going to fuck you until you have no energy to be clumsy. How’s that sound?”

  “Scary, to be honest.” She worries her lower lip between her teeth and then blows out a long stream of air upward, which ruffles her bangs. “I’ll just be straight with you. I haven’t had sex before. I’m bound to do something awkward like bite your dick, and I don’t think there are enough ‘oops’ in the world to make up for that. Maybe we should just kiss and then cuddle.”

  I chuckle at her suggestion until I realize she’s not laughing with me. “You’re serious.”

  “Yeah.” The frown lines are back between her eyes. “Are you done laughing at me? Because if so, the door is behind you.” Her pretty finger with the short nails buffed pink points over my shoulder.

  I capture it with my hand and bring her palm to my mouth. “I’m not making fun of you, because I promise that there’s nothing you can do to me, including biting my cock, which is going to turn me off. In fact”—I lower her hand down to cover the thick bulge in my pants—“I’m hard just thinking about all the oops things you could do to me.” I move her hand along the cloth-covered shaft and let her get used to the size. “Because it’s your first time, we’ll save the dick sucking for later. Right now, all you have to do is relax.” I bend forward and kiss her gently. I ply her lips open and leisurely sweep my tongue inside. Her hands come up to my shoulders while my fingers delve into her hair and tilt her head to the side for better access.

  I kiss her until her anxiety is replaced by a different tension. She kisses me back, her soft tongue battling with mine. Her hands squeeze my shoulders and then drift upward to my neck. She pulls me down for a deeper kiss. Her hips rock against mine.

  My blood is hot and my cock hard. I want to be inside her right now. I thumb open her shirt and spread the sides apart. “Fuck me, babe, look at you,” I whisper reverently at the sight of her luscious tits covered in blue silk and lace. I cup her bounty and thumb at the nipples.

  She inhales swiftly. “It never feels like this when I touch myself,” she moans.

  I nearly black out at the mental image of Mila plucking at her tit with one hand while the other diddles her cunt. “We’ll test your statement later,” I choke out. I lift her on the bed and then kneel between her knees. I go to work on her breasts, sucking each one long and hard until my cheeks hollow out.

  “Jay, I need…I need…” She isn’t sure what she needs, but her body does. Her hips rise off the mattress. Her hands flutter around my head, sometimes scratching at my scalp, sometimes tugging at my ears.

  “I got you.” I pull off her pants and panties, and shoulder her legs farther apart. She’s so fucking sexy, I nearly lose it. I grind the back of my teeth together and take a deep breath to gain some control. That’s a mistake. The smell of her arousal fills my nose and makes me want to come in my pants. “Open up for me,” I order. The words come out harsh, but I’m too far gone for apologies. I’m using my mouth for other purposes.

  I place a tender kiss on her clit and then move down to her cunt lips. I French those lips like I did her mouth. She cries out and tries to crush my head between her thighs. “Oops!”

  Laughing, I pry her legs apart and arrow my tongue inside her narrow channel. Above me, I hear my name mixed in with some curses. It’s literal music to me. I tongue her harder, adding one finger and then two, working her channel, lapping at her cream. Her whole body tenses as the orgasm seizes her. Ecstasy rushes through her body, leaving her trembling and crying. I drink down her cream and then rise to my feet. I rip off my clothes needing to be inside of her, a raw need driving me. I have to claim her. She’d said that she was her own clumsy person, but I am making her mine.

  eleven

  MILANA

  My fingers dig into the sheets of my bed as the orgasm flutters through my body. The pleasure is never-ending. Sure, I’ve given myself some orgasms here and there after a good dirty book, but it never felt this good. Even my toes are tingling.

  “Milana.” Jay's voice is gruff as he says my name, his body coming down on top of mine. I was so lost in my orgasm I’d missed him stripping his clothes off. Damn, it’s a shame I didn’t get a look. I bet he’d give those underwear models a run for their money. The difference is he’s not all oiled up and pretty. He is raw and rough. Every inch of Jay is manly, and I’m feeling those inches now.

  “Jay? I ah…” I whisper his name but trail off as his cock easily slips through my wet folds. I can’t believe how soaked I am down there. I’m not sure that’s normal, but if it’s not, Jay is clearly still into it. His eyes are almost wild. He stops moving when the head of his cock kisses my entrance.

  “Finish what you were going to say, Milana.”

  “I was going to ask if this is too fast, but I changed my mind.” I want this. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I lift my hips, getting him to slip inside me a bit more. I can’t be a virgin forever, and he gave me a killer orgasm. I know he’s going to make this good for me.

  “Say it, say I can have it. That I can have all of you,” he demands.

  “You can have me.” The words merely slip past my lips, and Jay thrusts all the way inside me with a loud groan. I let out a small scream that he quickly kisses away. I can feel his cock jerk inside of me, but he doesn’t move his body as warmth floods me. I wonder for a second if he came, but his kiss grows deeper and more passionate, making me forget about the stab of pain or anything else, for that matter.

  I let myself get lost in this need he has for me. It’s intoxicating and most might call it a bit crazy or not normal, but I’m not so normal myself. It very well might be crazy, but I do sense that draw to him. That connection he’s spoken of. I feel it. I did from the moment I first saw him.

  It’s probably why I’d so easily let him lead me away without a lot of questions. It’s also the reason I didn’t get mad when I realized he’d stolen me out from under a date. In fact, I thought that it was kind of cute that he wanted me so bad he took me. See, so not normal of someone to think.

  “You with me, love?” he asks when he lifts his mouth from mine. My mind can’t help but focus on the word love. Does that mean he loves me? “Milana?” He pulls out and thrusts back inside of me. A small moan pours from me.

  Oh, my. That’s different. I’m so stuffed full it should almost be painful, but it’s not. My clit starts to throb again, my sex fluttering around his cock. He lets out a grunt.

  “You want more? Your pussy is begging for it.”

  “Is that what it’s doing?” I try to lift my hips, but his big body has me pinned to the bed. I’m not going anywhere unless he allows it. At that thought, my sex flutters around his cock again.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me come again already,” I hear him say as he starts to move. This time, he doesn’t stop. He drives in and out of me. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. “Greedy little thing. If I hadn’t felt it, I would never have thought you were a virgin. Your cunt is sucking up every inch of my cock.”

  I go off again. I didn’t know dirty words could set off an orgasm. I’m sure it also has to do with him thrusting away inside of me, but still. No one has even said such things to me.

  I love it.

  “Milana!” He lets out another loud groan, thrusting two more times before stilling himself all the way inside of me. That same sensation of warmth I’d felt when he’d first pushed into me hits again. My sex starts to flutter.

  “I need another,” he says against my ear before I feel his fingers slip between us. They go to my clit that is throbbing. “You’re eating it up. Go on, love. Come for me again. Suck my cock into you as deep as it can go.”

  It’s like he’s got me on a hair trigger. I go off, screaming his name as I do. My sex locks around his cock, clinging to it. Who am I kidding? I wrap my legs and arms around him and cling to him too, riding out the pleasure.

  My body melts into the bed. Jay gently places soft kisses along the underside of my ear and down my neck then up my jaw until he makes his way back to my mouth. This kiss is slow and sweet. So different from everything that just happened.

  “Jay.” I breathe his name as our eyes lock. I have no idea what is happening between us, but I don’t want it to end. Not yet. I’m not even sure what this is. All his words could have been normal dirty talk and stuff men say to get into a girl's pants. I ate it all up, but I want it to be real.

  “Right here,” he reassures me. At least that’s what I think he’s trying to do. “We should—”

  “Mila!” My name rings through the tiny apartment. “Mila,” Lauren calls again.

  “Don’t open my door!” I shout right as it starts to crack open. I don’t want her seeing Jay naked. That’s my first and really only thought. I don’t care if she sees me.

  “Why is he in there?! What are you two doing?”

  “Playing the Game of Life,” Jay shouts back at her.

  “We don’t even have that…” Lauren trails off, realizing he’s teasing her.

  Jay slowly pulls his cock out of me. It still feels pretty hard. When it slips free, I let out a small gasp as a flood of what we did slips from my body as well.

  “Yeah, well, if you’re really in there playing the Game of Life, I hope you used a condom.” What the heck? Can she see through the freaking walls now?! “'Cause you’re not on anything.”

  I put my hands over my face, and this time it’s me that groans.

  twelve

  JAY

  “Lauren, this plane is bigger than our apartment,” Mila whispers loudly to her friend. As soon as the pilot told us it was safe to move about the cabin, the two hopped up and went on an exploratory mission, as Mila had called it.

  I hide a smile and make a notation in the margin of a proposal I’m considering. While this custom Boeing is fitted out with two state rooms, two separate seating areas, and multiple bathrooms, one thing that is the same is the plane engine’s noise, which makes it hard to judge how loud—or not—to speak. Mila and Lauren have been exclaiming over the size of the bed (“Is that really a king?”) to the fold-out bunk beds in the second state room (“You could host a whole basketball team here”) to the number of bathrooms (“There are three bathrooms, and two of them have showers. Showers, Mila! On a plane!”).

  To make up for the botched underwear shoot, I surprised Mila and Lauren with a trip to Paris for Couture Week. Lauren almost got on her knees to kiss my feet while Mila stared at me for five minutes with shining eyes. She also let me pull her hair and call her my sweet, slutty whore that evening.

 

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