Billionaire Boss's Unexpected Child

“Yeah. The two of them were doing a shopping day.”

“With all of Bert’s hard-earned hedge fund cash I bet.” I shook my head. “That was always the thing about my ex-wife. She hated me not being around for her, hated the long hours, and bitched about it all the time, but then she burned holes through my credit cards. I can’t say I’m surprised that not much has changed in all this time.”

Selena stood and twisted her hands in front of her. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. It’s not too late to call it all off.”

“Do you want to?” I asked.

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“But wouldn’t someone get hurt?” I inquired. “Think about it. We’re both feeling something. After the dressing room and the great time we had last night, you can’t deny it. There’s something passionate and raw here. I haven’t felt like this in years.”

And that was true; something so painfully deep that I hadn’t let myself think about it since this had all started. I’d kept everyone at arm’s length, and hadn’t felt passion like this since the early days with Melanie. And even then, with Mel, it wasn’t like this; the desire Selena stokes in me.

I didn’t want to give it up now, and I knew my tiger felt the same way.

She just had to give herself permission to feel.

“I know. This is new for me too,” she said, glancing up at me with those hazel eyes shiny with unshed tears. “But Mrs. Stewart… Tammy… Your merger… My career. All of this could get smashed to nothing by us being involved. I can’t do this forever. I don’t think it’s right.”

“And your heart?” I asked, stepping forward and stroking her cheek. “What does your heart want?”

She shivered at my touch and mewled a little. “You, Brandon. I only want you.”

“Then it’s time to let yourself feel; to give yourself that chance to have what you want. I’ve spent a lot of the first half of my life sacrificing things—my marriage, my time, my relationships—to build this company. Sometimes, it’s okay to take things for yourself. To have everything you’ve ever wanted. And you want me, don’t you, Tiger?”

She nodded. “God, yes.”

I grinned and reached down with both hands to undo the buckle of my pants. “Are you on the pill?”

She frowned. “Yes. Wait, what about you?”

“I

’m clean but don’t happen to have a condom on me at the moment. If you’ve been taking your pill regularly, we won’t have a problem, will we?” I asked, lowering my voice to that rumble women always responded to.

“I guess so… I…” She hesitated.

I stepped out of my pants and let my cock spring free. I’d given her some space last night, let her enjoy the event and get her interviews in, but my balls had been a frosty shade of blue last night by the time I got home. I wasn’t going unsatisfied again. No. Today—right now—I was going to claim my tiger for myself.

“What else is it? You don’t think I can make you come as hard this time?”

“It’s just… this is my first time,” she said. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

A virgin?

My mind whirled through this new information. My tiger was a virgin. It made me rock fucking hard. Of all the women I’d fucked, I’d never had a virgin before, never had the honor of popping someone’s cherry. My cock jerked its approval.

“I’ll be gentle,” I said. “What happens this evening will make you feel better than you’ve ever felt. It’ll make yesterday feel like a damn handshake. Are you ready, Tiger? Are you ready to scream my name so loud you’ll be hoarse after? Are you ready for me to make you come like a freight train screaming off the tracks?”

“I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

I chuckled. “Trust me, baby, there’s nothing you can do that I wouldn’t like. It feels like your pussy was made for me, like it was mine. Now I want my cock inside of you, and I’m going to do it.”

She nodded eagerly. “Where?”

“Bend over your desk, Selena. I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

She complied instantly, planting her hands, palms down, on the desk and bending her back with the motion. My cock jerked again and, for the first time in a decade, I had to start reciting baseball stats in my head to keep myself from being too ready too soon. Selena was just so damn sexy, and the way that tight, little skirt of hers hugged her ass should probably be illegal.