Caught in the Billionaire's Bedroom (BWWM interracial alpha male romance) (2 page)

I closed my eyes, finally free to collapse onto the floor. It had been an earth shattering orgasm, despite how wrong it was for my boss to have sex with me like that. I had liked it though, I liked giving up my virginity to such a powerful, handsome man. Not many of my friends could say their first time had been so pleasurable.

With a start, I realized that I wanted more. Much more.

“I… wow Mr. Langston,” was all I could manage.

“Congratulations Rachel. I have made you a real woman.” His eyes had gone back to their hardness, and the warmth I saw earlier hidden once again. I longed to draw it back out, and I knew exactly how.

“And what if I’d like to be made a woman one more time?”

Mr. Langston smiled, holding out his hand for me.

“I think that can be arranged.”

I became the official tutor in the Langston household, and every time after Josh had been put into bed, I’d make my way back to Mr. Langston’s room too. Soon I even showed up on days when I didn’t have to teach piano, and Mr. Langston and I would have dinner together or just talk. Of course, there was a lot of times when we didn’t talk at all, if you know what I mean.

When I told him I was pregnant, Mr. Langston, or Fitz as I now called him, was overjoyed. He even proposed! He had always wanted more children, but his ex-wife cheating on him made it impossible. Now Josh would have playmates, and the big mansion would finally be full of laughter and happiness. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

“Natasha!”

“Tara!”

The two girls hugged each other tightly.

“Wow, what happened? No more brunette?” Tara asked.

Natasha always looked good, shedding different looks and personalities at the drop of a hat. She knew that she shouldn’t be surprised by how good looking her best friend was, but sometimes it was hard for Tara. Natasha’s beauty was almost blinding, and in comparison she had always felt dumpy. Like today, she had dressed in a pretty floral top, and her best jeans. It had looked pretty good on the rack back home… at least it made her butt look great. That was one thing Tara had on her friend. Her voluptuous curves were well proportioned and sensuous, and she loved them, even if the city boys couldn’t appreciate it.

“No way! I had to try out this chic new salon in Paris, you know?” Natasha asked, as the two girls flopped onto the sofa to chat.

“Oh you know, nothing much, just studying,” Tara said, though in truth if she had the money she’d be flying off to France like Natasha did this summer. “What about you?”

“Well,” Natasha said, leaning in conspiratorially, “I’ve just been to the coolest place. You see… I met a French count!”

“What?” Tara was stunned.

“Yeah, he took me back to his ancestral home and everything! I even think he’s got
royal
blood,” Natasha said conspiratorially, clutching her heart with her hands.

“So like, are you in love or something?”

“Well of course not Tara! It was just a summer fling,” Natasha said airily. Tara’s eyes widened. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it’d be like to hang out with royalty, much less treat it as if it was nothing. She’d never been fanatic about them, but still, it was kind of a big deal, wasn’t it?

“Well are you going to see him again at least?”

“Maybe…” said her best friend slyly. “But I’ve got even better news, since you’re so interested in French nobility.”

Tara frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Claude, that’s his name, said that a few acquaintances are going to be stopping by the harbour. They’re doing a world cruise or something. It’s supposed to be a huge deal, and everyone who’s anyone is going to be there.”

Natasha put her hand up, anticipating Tara’s protests.

“I know what you’re going to say, but it’ll be perfectly fine. He gave be an official introduction to one of the guys who’re doing it, so it’s not like we’re crashing or anything. Plus it’s only a week into the semester so you don’t have anything to study for yet. They’re all super rich. It’ll be fun! So what do you say Tara?”

Her mouth opened and closed. To be perfectly honest, she was rather interested. If nothing else, to see just what the rich and famous were like up close. And maybe to see if Natasha’s little fling was really just that.

“Fine… but I’m not promising to have sex with some European Prince,” she said at last.

“That’s fine!”

Natasha grabbed her in a hug, giggling with joy. Tara let herself be taken away by the enthusiasm of her best friend, pushing down the tendril of unease she had felt. They then went downstairs to collect the rest of Natasha’s things that were still in the U-Haul, catching up on everything that had happened that summer.

Later that night though, in the darkness of her own room, Tara couldn’t help but think about the cruise. Even though she’d said she wasn’t going to have sex, there was no doubt in her mind that her best friend had wrangled an invitation on her behalf just for that. Although Tara did want to wait for someone special, it had become so long that she wasn’t sure if she’d made the right choice anymore. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was immune to a guy’s good looks… Her hands trailed slowly down her body, following a pattern made familiar out of loneliness. Tara had only ever had one boyfriend. He had been a nasty guy, thinking he could get more out of her just because she’d be grateful that he’d picked her.

Well she wouldn’t settle for that anymore. Maybe she’d meet someone at the cruise who would appreciate her curves and yet was still sexy as hell. Natasha’s Claude certainly was. Broad chested and tan, he had been the epitome of a dashing French man. His hair had curled around his ears, and Tara imagined running her hands through his hair. Her hands circled her nipples lazily, bringing the dark peaks to stiff points. With her other hand she reached downwards, towards her womanhood. She came to her panties, and was surprised by just how wet she already was.

Slowly Tara ran her fingers up and down the soaked lips, before pushing the fabric aside and dipping her fingers into her waiting slit. A soft moan escaped her lips as an aching desire pulsed through her body, emanating from deep within her core. Her thumb rubbed up against her swollen clit, tracing around it in tight circles as her breath became more and more shallow. Heat spread through her body, and Tara found herself pushing her fingers deeper into herself, desperately trying to quench the need that built up within her.

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