She’s mine.
Oh shit. Because what the hell am I gonna do? I’m working a job here. Sure, it’s one where I get to scope out tantalizing female flesh, but still – I’m sure as hell not allowed to keep her for myself.
But why can’t I let Trina go? After all, I’m my own man. A CEO of a multibillion-dollar corporation with a main office in New York and other offices all over the globe. If I want something, I can have it. Right? And womanflesh isn’t hard to come by when you have as much money and power as me.
But that’s the thing. The Billionaires Club members have a pact. We have an agreement. More than that, we have a damn binding contract. More or less, it says that any girl who comes into our offices to take part in the auction process provisionally belongs to all of us, and not a single member. After all, the girls stay at the Billionaires Club compound on our dime. They’re fed, pampered, pleasured, and interviewed with the money we pool together. Members break that contract at their own peril.
Is Trina worth that risk, though?
Restless and uneasy, I stalk from the chair to the window, my head filled with thoughts of this luscious girl. With my hands in my pockets, I stare down at the city. Big, beautiful, and bustling. Filled with thousands of women, eager and available. Plus, I’ve already scouted dozens of them, probably even hundreds, this year. Coming to me nude and letting me examine their assets before they go up for sale is no big deal. It’s standard procedure. It’s even a little fun, and sometimes I even mentally earmark a girl to bid on later.
Trina should be just like the others. Just another hot girl in this city full of gorgeous women.
Yet, she isn’t.
One look in her eyes and insatiable need took over my senses and my mind. She had me acting like a madman. I usually don’t even think about touching the girls—I just look at them and say yes or no, like another business decision. But today, with Trina, it was different. Her boobs are so thick, perky, and juicy that I couldn’t stop myself from touching and tasting them. I couldn’t stop from fingering her sweet hole and even testing the strength of her delicate little hymen.
Because that’s how I know she’s a virgin. When I eased my fingers into that juicy snatch, I bumped against something that took me by surprise. It isn’t often you meet a virgin these days, especially one as ripe and lovely as Trina. Again, need courses through my frame, so strong that I’m almost dizzy with lust.
But what the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. She belongs to all of us, not just me. Hell, she doesn’t even belong belong to us yet. She just had her first audition, which was passed with flying colors.
But when I touched Trina, she was so wet and ready for me. The juices gushed from her slippery pussy like they’d been waiting just for me to release them. And the way she came in my palm? Fucking amazing.
I want to feel that again. I have to feel that again.
But I shouldn’t. If I go near her again, I don’t know what I’d do. Shit, what am I talking about? Of course I know what I’d do—fuck her senseless. Virgin or not.
But I can’t do that. She’s not for me to take. She belongs to the Billionaires Club, and my buddies prefer virgins. Those girls who are virgins definitely go for a premium, sometimes even in the seven figures. As the procurer, I can’t touch Trina without bringing the pain down on my own head.
But damn. The look on her face when she was coming swam in my mind again. Her soft, plump, pink lips open and panting. The flush in her cheeks. Her big, brown eyes that clouded over with need and practically begged for my dick. And even while she was coming all over my fingers, there was something about the way she looked at me, simply trusting me to give her pleasure, that pushed all my buttons. That girl made me want to protect her, of all the damn things in the world.
Yeah. I have to see her again. And I know just the excuse to make it happen. Because the doctors examined Trina today, and the report came back that she’s a virgin. But it doesn’t hurt to verify again myself, right? This way, I can delay putting her up for auction.
With the idea in my head, I buzz my secretary, Celeste. Her voice immediately answers my summons. “Yes, Mr. Knight?”
“I need to make another appointment with Miss Markham for tomorrow. Arrange that, please.”
The surprise is obvious in Celeste’s voice. She knows I never meet with a girl twice. But she’s polite and efficient and worth every penny I pay her.