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  Title Page

  Copyright

  Losing it in the Limo

  Going Down on the Billionaire

  Beneath the Billionaire in the Bookstore

  Drilled at the Interview

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  Losing it in the Limo

  I sipped my mocha and tried to figure out just how I'd wound up in a cafe, running security for Jenna. Security. Me. The most I could do was hope to lure someone by my stool and then topple onto them, hoping my mass would crush them or, at least knock the wind out.

  Besides that, why was I even helping this girl. We'd been friends forever, but she'd been acting weird lately, getting all desperate to find some rich guy. That was one thing, but what she was doing here... meeting some skeevy billionaire who was just trying to buy her body. This was so not cool.

  I saw Jenna looking over at me from her table by the window and smiled, but she just turned away, tense, bouncing in her seat. She had straight blond hair to her shoulder, baby blue plaid and shorts that ended before even her seat did. And she was sitting on the edge. She'd told me she hadn't even seen the guy's face but figured he was some middle-eastern sheik or something and had decided to go for the all-American look.

  If I was honest, I hated that she was pulling it off. The only look I pulled off was 'inconspicuous.' Another large, dark haired girl in Manhattan. Whoop-de do. Oh, right, I was a virgin, so there was a point for uniqueness.

  "Hey, this seat taken?" I looked up, way up at the handsome face beaming down on me. He had dark brown eyes in a long rugged face, tan and crowned with dark hair. My heart leaped to my throat.

  "Yeah, sure," I said.

  "Thanks," he said, pulling the chair back. The coffee place was packed, he didn't really have a choice, I guess, but still, who knew.

  He picked up the chair and walked away.

  I blinked and watched him go join a table of attractive people and throw his arms around another girl.

  Yeah, Liz, he really wants you.

  I turned back towards Jenna and saw that a man was at her table. He looked to be a couple decades older than us. Tall, large and fit in a bulky sort of way. I couldn't see his face, but Jenna was looking at him wide eyed, wondering - I imagined - if what remained of her perky little body after he was done with it could be fixed by the money he was offering.

  I watched the two talk, and it seemed ridiculous to me that she could have pictured anything going wrong here. The place was packed. The streets were packed. It was broad daylight. Why had she brought me here to watch how much her body was desired?

  "Hi, are you with someone?" I heard from behind.

  God, why did I have to pick the damn party table. Yeah, my fault, for taking away seats from the cool attractive bunches that should have been here.

  "No, no," I said. "Have the seat."

  The chair scraped back. There was a puff of air and I realized that the man had sat down. I turned.

  The last guy had been my idea of tall, dark and handsome, but looking at the creature before me, I realized my dictionary was completely out of date. He was young, not much older than me, but, in his suit, he looked decades more mature. He had a sculpted face so full of strong edges it cast shadows on itself. His hair was low cut, but dense and full. He was tall, but he had his arms folded on the table, so that his face sat level with mine.

  "Hello," he said. "May I have your name?"

  "Uh...Liz. Elizabeth."

  He breathed in as if it was a scent in the air. "Elizabeth. Beautiful, traditional, timeless. I had hoped it would be something like this."

  I realized my own mouth was not quite shut. "Sorry, uh, hoped?"

  "My goodness. My manners have left me completely in this city.” He straightened and offered a hand. "I am Antonio de Rossi. Pleasure to meet you."

  I shook his hand. His grip was firm but gentle. The shake felt like a massage and his fingers traced their way off my palm.

  "Nice to meet you," I said. "But do you know me?"

  "Only from afar," he said. " I glimpsed you in a picture your friend posted on her profile, and I knew I had to meet you."

  I looked at Jenna, at her animated conversation with her moneybags date. The man she had never seen before...

  "But you had no profile," Antonio said. "It was no shock to me. I did not expect a girl of your class would."

  I turned back to him.

  "The question then was how to use what I had to get what I desired," he said. "Your friend is not a stupid girl, but she is simple. If I perhaps made her uncomfortable, but still offered what she wants... perhaps then she would bring support."

  He leaned back. "It was a dim hope, but one I was willing to try. It seems it was enough."

  "And who's with Jenna?"

  "My driver and guard. He will distract her, so we can spend some time together. If this is all right, of course."

  A charge raced down my spine. "Ok."

  "I know," he said. "That you are a proper woman. That you are not in need of a man like me such as your friend, to want such an arrangement as her."

  "No..." I trailed off, but I figured that was because she was getting some creepy old guy, or some nerdy dude, not this feast.

  "You are not her," he said. "You are smart, you are beautiful and full with life. You are more than just someone to play with when I am bored in New York. You are a person to take around the world, and introduce to others. Do you understand?"

  "How can you decide all of this about me?" I asked.

  "I am no fool, Elizabeth. I am not my father's heir because I can not judge people. I have watched you, and I have heard the way you use words, and seen what you would do for friends. Intelligence, loyalty, both virtues that I hoped you would have in addition to your beauty. Despite your beauty."

  I wanted to kiss him before he realized the mistake he was making. Repeating 'beauty' so many times.

  "You know, I don't mind being appreciated for my beauty," I said. "And I don't mind all of the arrangement," came out before I noticed the words leaving my lips.

  "Oh, no?" he leaned in and waves of spice and musk beat off him. "Which part?"

  Yes, Liz, which part. It hadn't been five minutes that this man had sat down, and my brain felt stolen away. He was professing his love for me based on bare glimpses, and I was taking it and burning it into lust in my stomach. De Rossi, De Rossi, I had heard that name before. He already admitted to lying to Jenna, who said he wasn't lying to me. He came in with his words and I was offering myself to him?

  Then I saw his eyes, perched and waiting. I saw his lips, parted and ready. I felt the heat off his face and his body, so close to mine, and I felt a stirring in my body. Wasn't this what I had always dreamed of even when I denied it to Jenna's face? To be taken by a mysterious, handsome man. Did I need to overthink and toss away this chance to become a woman? What did it matter about the rest. I wanted him, and he apparently wanted me. So why make it complex?

  "You are offering so much," I said. "You are a smart man, I'm sure, but you're basing it off so little. You want my beauty ...but it hasn't been tested."

  He drew back. "You have never made love?" he asked. A look of hunger came over his face, and I nearly shuddered at what it meant for me.

  "Maybe we should make sure,” I spoke to the table, “that I am what you expect. "

  "Is this what you wis
h?"

  I edged my seat back.

  He smiled. "My limo is on the curb. We could have privacy there."

  Our chairs creaked back, and he led me out of the door. I caught one last look at Jenna, smiling a fake smile, transfixed on the man she was trying to impress. The wrong man.

  The limo sat alone in a side street. A few people milled as Antonio opened the door, and I took pleasure in the looks I caught from the corners of my eyes as his hand pushed me in. The car stretched out vast on the inside and I splayed out comfortably.

  The door thudded shut, and we sat side by side on appointed leather, peering into each other's eyes.

  Antonio place a hand on my breast. It took me a second to get over the shock, but then I felt his warmth and firmness, seeping through my blouse and my bra and pouring into my flesh.

  "I'm not worthy of this honor," he murmured, staring lovingly at my chest.

  It finally hit me. This was finally happening, and, oh god how.

  "You are." I said. "I've only been waiting for you."

  He looked shocked and then pressed his lips into mine. I'd been kissed once or twice, but never like this. His lips commanded mine, opening them, spreading them, invading me with his lust. I felt like I was liquid, pouring into him. In fact, a wetness was forming into my panties, and more of it came out with every pulse of his lips. His hand continued to work at my breast, and then he turned me closer so that both hands were now molding my flesh.

  I felt like heaven in his grip, frozen and transfixed in the light, but found it in me to pick open the buttons of his suit jacket. He stopped playing with my mammaries long enough to whip the jacket away, and then his touch was back on my body. This time, he moved under my blouse, and I let him lift it off me. My side felt cold, with just my bare skin against the leather seat. His hands returned, fiery and full of purpose, and unhooked my front-loaded bra. I hadn't known why I got the thing, but as my breasts poured out into his firm hold, I knew I had gotten it for this.

  Finally in possession of what they wanted, his hands seemed to go spastic with joy. They lifted my breasts and felt their weight. They rolled them together and watched them squeeze and spread. Finally, Antonio settled for just kneading the edges like dough, while his fingers twirled electric circles around my areolas.

  Our mouths were still moving together and I moaned softly into his. He responded by thrusting his tongue into me. It searched my mouth, holding down my own tongue and felt me out. I heard the hurry in his breath and knew this was what he was going to do to me. Hold down the virgin and explore her as he pleased. A shiver passed down my spine, joining the pleasure leaking down from my breasts and it all went to a deepening pool of bliss forming just above my pussy.

  He gave me one final kiss on the lips then began moving down, kissing my chin, then grazing around my soft jawline, and pecking down my neck. I giggled as the first brush tickled, but the pleasure grew as he worked his way down, and my mouth began to hum instead. He arrived at a breast and buried his nose into it as he kissed the edges. My nipple hardened with anticipation as he kissed a spot halfway to it, then touched again, even closer. His face lifted off. I opened my eyes, started to look, and then the warm of his mouth took my nipple whole. My head fell back, as my entire body rang with pleasure. He sucked at my hardened nub and a river of current opened from it and even from the other one, down to my pussy. I knew it must be drowned by now.

  I gasped as his tongue flicked across my hard tip, once, twice, then in a flurry. I bent up to him, wanting more of the sensation and he provided, taking more of me in his mouth. When my skin was a fiery, wet mess, he let go and addressed my other breast the same way. I grew accustomed to his love, and began to pick at the buttons of his shirt through his sucking of my body. I pulled it apart to find another undershirt and tugged at it helplessly.

  Antonio rose, smiling and took both shirts off. His muscles gleamed even in the dull fluorescent light of the limo, his chest as broad as mine with just a flurry of hair in the center, his arms lithe but rippling. I pulled myself into him, crushing my tits against his nipples, and our heat poured into each other. Antonio nuzzled my neck and gave me chance to relish my moment.

  As soon as I pulled away, his hands were on the buttons of my jeans, popping them open. I stood as much as the roof allowed and helped him shove them down my legs, me swearing under my breath, him gliding along the large contours of my thighs with his palm. I sat back and saw him looking at the big wet patch on my pink panties.

  "It looks like your body is certainly not unprepared," he said.

  He pushed his hand into it and my juices glistened his hand. He brought them to his nose and savored the aroma, then licked them.

  "Fresh," he said.

  I felt the yearning blossom anew in my pussy and more liquid poured out than I ever thought possible. What sort of damage was I doing to these seats. I had an image of Antonio soaking in my scent after I was gone and wanted him even more.

  I reached out and took his hand, knowing I wanted it to give my pussy more attention, but not exactly what. It seemed to work, but he just gave it a squeeze and let go. Before I could feel any shame at some faux pas, he switched sides to the long end of the limo, and lifted my legs, heels and all, onto the seat with him.

  He pulled me down to my back, then kneeled. Out of the bottom of my eyes, I saw him lick his lips and I realized what he was doing. My panties were wrenched down my pants and then just my wetness covered me. His face dropped, and I imagined the delicious thing moving expertly across my shivering pussy.

  It was nothing compared to the ecstasy of the real thing. His warmth covered my whole slit, and consumed it with physical ecstasy. His tongue raced up and down between my lips and then blanketed what I knew must be my clit, and a cry escaped my lips as pleasure swelled like a balloon from it.

  God, this was why people fucked, and we weren't even fucking yet. But this sense filling me...I was designed to enjoy it. Why oh why had I waited-

  His tongue came down harder and thoughts vacated my brain, replaced with just pure white lust. He started attacking my clit and I squirmed under him, clawing and tearing at whatever ridge I could find in the leather. In between the shocks, I felt a steady pressure rising and rising just above my pussy. It spread and began to crack at my edges. I longed for it, but I knew if it grew too high, my body would flush it out and then this would end. I clutched Antonio's curls, but just pushed his mouth deeper, throwing me into another loll of ecstasy.

  Antonio was wedged into me. There was no escaping his relief. The thought welled me up more, and I moaned as a fissure opened in the building pool. I held it back, but another crack came, and I gasped and moaned again. I could last a half minute at most, I thought.

  Antonio's hands crawled up to my breast and started flicking my nipples. Needlepoints of electric agony shot down and connected with the pressure building above my clit, and it gave. A chilling and shocking wash of energy surged through me, lighting up every nerve from toe to my neck and my body twitched and convulsed, as my mouth screamed. The wave ebbed and another one came, just as strong, and I could only gasp and tear at the car and Antonio. More tides of bliss came and went and finally my body settled to a faint warm buzz,

  Antonio's face smiled regally over me. I hugged him to my lips and tasted his sweat and the tanginess of my own juices. His heart beat against my breast.

  "Was this also the first time for you with that?" he asked.

  I nodded, and he beamed. "You tasted so pure. I felt like I had uncovered a rare blossoming flower."

  I finally found strength to move my mouth. "So you liked doing that?"

  "There is nothing more pleasurable than bringing a fine lover to ecstasy. You gave your body to me. It is mine and so I felt also the joy I brought you."

  "I...want to do something for you," I said.

  "But of course. We have not gotten to the main meal." Antonio opened an armrest and pulled out a clear glass bottle. "Would you like to replenish?"


  I took a long gulp. "Thank you. But I want to help you. I want to get you ready too."

  I pushed up and Antonio and I rose together. He sat back in his seat, and I slipped into the narrow aisle in the car and dipped before him.

  I reached for his pant buttons, hoping I could figure it all out without making a fool of myself. Antonio knew what I was, relished it even, but that could only make up for so much lack of skill. I undid his belt, then figured out the hook of his pants. He helped me slide them down and his boxers bulged out at me. I saw the thick mast of his cock rise up into the fabric, and ran a hand across it. It bucked at my touch, and seemed to rise even more. Its strength filled me with a renewed longing and I grabbed at his waist and tore down his boxers.

  His cock sprang out, thick and long and shiny under the interior lights. I knew instinctively that Antonio was endowed well beyond an average man, and why shouldn't he be. He was in every other way too. My pussy puffed at the idea of it thrusting into me.