#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

Wisecracks flew in the air, making my eyes roll. But still, the idea was interesting, and that was saying a lot. As a forty-five year old billionaire, there isn’t much that can grab my attention anymore. The idea of a fresh, innocent female made my head snap forwards, eyes intent.

But before I could say anything, Rex finished with his girls, pumping heavily, grunting with finish. His companion moaned like it was the best candy, eyes closed while wriggling those hips ecstatically. But I saw. I saw how her eyes flickered open, landing on the clock on the wall. I saw how her friend in back looked relieved, like this farce was finally done.

Shit. I shook my head. This fucking sucked. The girls were bored and doing it for money. The conversation was inane and pointless, taken over by people like Jonas. Why the hell was I even here?

But right, the virgin thing. Not missing a beat, Rex pulled his cock out, slimy and shiny, and tucked it back into his pants before throwing a couple bills at the girls.

“I don’t think it would be easy for us to find a virgin,” he grunted, not at all fazed even though his balls were likely still jerking. “It’d be a challenge for sure.”

And that got me again. A challenge? My ears perked. It’s been forever since I’ve had one of those.

Reginald smiled cannily from across the room.

“Like I said,” he drawled. “There aren’t that many, it’s the beauty of the chase. Who knows what’ll happen?”

And before I realized it, my voice rang out.

“It’s on then. Let’s do it. A virgin for everyone’s fuck book. Bust those cherries with evidence, and then we’ll share at the next meeting. Whaddya say?”

I could hardly believe it. Where the hell was I going to find a virgin, someone unused and untouched? Usually, I avoid inexperienced girls like the plague. There’s just too much crying, too much hesitation and whining when you could be having the time of your life with an experienced woman who knows exactly what to do. So why the hell was I going down this route?

But clearly, it was the challenge. Wandering into uncharted territory was something new, upping my adrenaline. And it’d be interesting, for sure, throwing a little spice into the mix. Fuck, right now all I had was a landscape of endless tomorrows, each one blurring into the last.

“A virgin,” I stated again, making eye contact with every billionaire in the room. “Proof, written, oral, video, whatever you have. And bring it to the next meeting.”

There was some grumbling at first, some of the same, “Are we really doing this?” protests. But hey, it’s been a long time since the guys had something to gnaw at. And a virgin? Twelve virgins, for twelve billionaires? It was gonna be a tough act for sure. New York City is big, but not that big. Where were we going to find these chicks?

So it was decided. Somehow, we were going to use our resources to locate a myth. And I wasn’t sure I could win for that matter. I mean, how the hell do you find an innocent these days? Troll high school campuses? College is too late for sure. Put out a fake ad for a baby sitter? Who knows?

But Reginald grinned slyly then.

“Fresh. She’s got to be totally unused. Never taken dick, just to be clear.”

And like a douche, I nodded.

“First time, absolutely man.”

The deal was sealed. Slinging my jacket over one shoulder, I strode out of the sky box to the private elevator. Anyone watching would have seen a tall man, cool and composed, blue eyes intent.

But a plan was already hatching in my head. This was going to be a tough one, but not impossible. Nothing’s impossible. Like I said, I’ve got billions of dollars and unlimited resources at my fingertips. As CEO of a huge conglomerate, thousands of employees scramble at my every command. So this couldn’t be too hard, right? All I had to do was get lucky … with one very fortunate girl.

CHAPTER TWO

Mason

My assistant, Gregory, sat in the chair across from my desk in a carefully pressed, gray pinstripe suit.

“The buyout went off without a hitch, and just like you predicted, they came back willing to pay about five million more. With the added buy back and the swing from the ESOP account, that puts us ahead by about ten point six.”

He checked something off on the tablet balanced on his knee before looking up at me. “As directed sir, we’ve accepted the offer.”

Damn, Gregory was like a robot sometimes, more machine than human. But at least he was efficient.

I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers.

“Good work,” were my cool words. “I knew they’d cave.”

Gregory beamed at the praise, sitting up straight, his hair carefully parted. But hell. The kid was young but not that young anymore. What was he? Thirty? Thirty-one? And the fact is, Gregory could probably run my company on his own now. He was a fast learner from the wrong side of town, with balls of steel beneath that carefully polished exterior.