3. Megan
MEGAN
My heart is going to explode as I walk with Orson out to the Rolls Royce sitting right in front of the restaurant. I guess that’s a perk of owning the place; you get to park wherever you want.
I don’t know whether to be smitten or scared as he opens the door for me. Maybe a mixture of both…
The city’s most eligible bachelor just told me I belong to him now.
When I left the apartment tonight, I thought at best I’d come home with a few hundred dollars. Now I’m being pulled into a whole new world. A lavish lifestyle that even Trish can’t imagine.
As I slide into the car next to Orson, I stare at him in absolute awe. Is this actually happening?
The way he got up in Chuck’s face…defending me like we’d been together for years. I thought for sure after he exposed my lie that he’d walk out, leave me to find my own way home. Instead, he marked his territory. Showed everyone in the restaurant that I was his.
And now he’s taking me back to his house—his manor—where I guess I’m just going to live from now on?
“I wasn’t asking your permission.”
His words replay in my head as we drive. I focus on my breathing, fighting back a panic attack as we leave the city behind. Orson says little, mostly just talking about the house and how much I’m going to love it. But when he puts his hand on my knee, I nearly jump out of my skin.
If only he knew this is the closest I’ve ever been to a man. The most contact I’ve ever had from one. What’s he going to think when he finds out?
He’s not going to want me.
He must have had hundreds of women—thousands. I don’t even know. But what I do know is he’s ridiculously hot, richer than God, and beneath that custom-made suit, he has a ripped body. He could have anyone. Anything. Why pick me?
Just as I’m starting to get my heartrate down, we pull up to a massive wrought-iron gate. A plaque with a massive B carved into it proclaims the status of the place. The wealth. Orson squeezes my knee, sending a jolt through me, and presses his thumb to a screen I hadn’t even noticed.
The gate creaks open slowly, revealing a home that takes my breath away.
It reminds me of one of those old medieval estates you see in television shows.
The ones that were built like five hundred years ago and have been passed down from generation to generation—that housed kings and queens and dukes and have massive libraries filled with expensive books and paintings that belong in museums.
I didn’t even think houses like this existed in America.
“Kinda small, isn’t it?” I tease.
Orson lets out a hearty laugh and smiles at me in a way that starts my thighs tingling.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He nods. “I probably couldn’t even sell it if I wanted to.”
My heart starts racing as we pull up the drive, which is longer than the street I live on. Or lived on…
There’s no way this is my life now. What could this man even see in me? I’m just one of a thousand girls who would all do anything to be with him. What’s he going to do when he realizes he’s doing all this for a virgin girl who has no idea how to please a man?
I need to come clean before this goes any further. “Listen, Orson—”
“I know, I know,” he interrupts. “You need your things. I’ve sent my assistant to your apartment to pick up everything. He’ll be back in an hour or so.”
“Your assistant…”
The car stops, and I look out the window at the enormous manor. Perfect stone, ivy, golden windows gleaming with light like something out of a fairy tale.
“Come on.” He smiles, leaning in. “I’ll give you a tour of the house.”
I open my mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. All I can do is watch as he gets out of the car, comes around to my side, and opens the door for me.
There’s something about this man that I can’t quite put my finger on. He’s a gentleman and an animal at the same time. He’s well-mannered but was also ready to pummel Chuck if he kept hitting on me.
I didn’t know men like this existed.
Then again, what do I know about men?
“Come,” he tells me, taking me by the hand. My entire body flushes with warmth as he leads me to the front door. It swings open, and my jaw drops.
Marble floors, wood paneling, chandeliers, renaissance paintings. I can’t even imagine what this single room cost.
“I want to say something witty,” I say as I try to take it all in. “But, wow, Orson. It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
His words rock me. Walking in these heels is bad enough, but I literally have to brace myself against the door to keep from falling over.
Did he really just say that?
He must be screwing with me. But when I look up and see his gorgeous green eyes beaming down at me, I can see he means it.
“I…”
“Come on,” he says. “I’ll give you a tour.”
Clutching his hand like a little girl, I walk beside him as he shows me the enormous living room, the library, the kitchen, the game room, the morning room (for eating breakfast and enjoying the sunrise), and an actual ballroom for when he wants to host a lavish event.
It’s so ornate I could see them hosting the Oscars’ after-party here.
“There’s a pool of course,” he tells me as we pass a wall of windows looking out onto the back lawn. “Several gardens, a driving range, and a hot tub that I’ll have to show you.”
I’m actually trembling now. He’s talking to me like I’ve done something like this before. Like I have experience with these things.
Little does he know, I’ve never even been hit on by a guy, let alone one who could buy the city.
What do I do?
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
Orson chuckles. “You don’t need one.”
My feet stop working. He notices and smirks. He has this unreal way of making me feel small and silly while at the same time acting like the entire universe revolves around me.
“Why don’t I show you your wing of the house?” Before I can respond, he’s leading me down a beautiful candlelit hall. Incredible paintings adorn the walls. I want to stop and admire them, but he has other plans.
He takes me to an elaborate door made from beautiful dark wood. It opens into a bedroom that takes my breath away.
It’s at least five times the size of my entire apartment. There’s a king-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling windows with cream-colored curtains, ornate woodwork everywhere, and the furniture? Well, let’s just say it’s a long way from Ikea.
“Is this big enough for you, princess?” he teases back, twisting a lock of my hair around his finger.
I’m floored, but I look up at him and shake my head. “I’ve been to nicer pay-by-the-hour motels.”
Again, he laughs, and the next thing I know, I’m in his arms. His big, strong, thick arms.
My mind goes blank as he carries me to the bed and sets me down beneath him. I smell the scent of the scotch he drank tonight, as well as a hint of product he used to comb back his hair. Beneath it all is his own personal aroma.
The mix of it all hits me like a sedative.
My lips part, and the tingling between my thighs spreads and warms, rushing up my spine to my cheeks which must be redder than ripe cherries. He presses his firm body against mine, and that’s when I feel it.
A bulge, hard as a fist, swollen between his legs.
That’s it. That’s his…
He presses it against my belly, right above my pussy, sending a shockwave through me.
This is it. I have to tell him.
“Orson, I…I’ve never done this before.”
The confession falls from my lips like a tragedy. It’s over. He’s going to throw me in the car and have William drive me home. I’m never going to see him again.
But what else am I supposed to do? Keep lying to him? I already did that once, and he saw right through me.
It’s not like I don’t want it, though…
Despite Trish making fun of me for it, I’ve been saving myself for the man who truly sets my heart on fire. Not just some guy who took me out for the night and charmed his way into my pants.
I want that connection. That spark you see in the movies that you only can know when it hits you.
That hit me when I first set eyes on Orson…
But as he looks at me, and I see his gorgeous eyes narrow, I know it’s over. This man doesn’t want a virgin—a girl who has no idea what she’s doing. He wants someone who has experience. Who can please him.
I brace myself for what I know is coming. But to my surprise, he reaches in and gently threads his fingers through my hair.
“I know, angel. I know.”
My heart leaps. I was not expecting that. “You…you do? But how?”
His lips twist into the most gorgeous smile, sending my heart soaring. All I have on is this dress, but I’m burning up. Please don’t start sweating.
“No offense, but it’s obvious.”
“It’s what?” I’m actually offended. I don’t know why, but I am. “What do you mean!?”
He chuckles, tracing the lines of my collar bone with his finger. A golden tickle slides through my belly. I almost giggle.
“It’s not a bad thing,” he says softly. “You just radiate innocence.”
Wow, he can see right through me.
“And…you like that?”
He levels me with his eyes. It’s like he thinks I’m insane but also the cutest thing ever.
“Are you kidding, angel? To be the first man to have you? The only man? That’s worth more than all the money in the world.”
He’s screwing with me. This is all a cruel joke. Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out any moment with a camera crew and tell me I just got punk’d.
But no…
Orson sits up and slips out of his suit jacket. He carelessly tosses it aside, then goes to work on the buttons on his shirt. As each one pops, more of his physique is revealed. Yeah, now I’m sweating.
As I thought, he’s jacked out of his mind.
He looks like a Michelangelo painting. His shoulders are massive, framing his enormous chest that has my mouth watering. I want to reach up and touch him—run my fingers through his just right amount of chest hair.
As he strips out of his shirt, I watch in awe as his biceps flex, sending a rush of heat to my center.
These feelings…I’ve only just met this man, and I’m beyond smitten.
But when he reaches down for his belt buckle, my body goes tense, and he notices.
“It’s too soon,” he says softly.
Panicked, I shake my head and search for something to say. “No, it’s just that I—”
He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. Something about the gesture floods me with submission. I relax beneath his enormity, awaiting what’s to come.
“You need time, princess. I won’t rush you.” His green eyes blaze down at me as he slides a hand up my thigh. A whimper escapes my lips. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want a taste.”
Before I can fully process his words, he’s got his hands on the hem of my dress. He lifts it up and over my hips, sending a surge of excitement through me.
Thank God I wore my cute red panties tonight.
He spreads my legs open, and I look down just as he brings his lips to my thigh. His kiss fills me with a rush of sensation so intense that my hands clutch the sheets.
He kisses my other thigh, then continues up, growling like a hungry animal as he reaches my mound.
“Orson…” I whimper as he hooks his thumb beneath my panties and pulls them aside. I’m fully exposed.
“Perfect,” he growls. “Absolute perfection.”
There’s a rhythmic pulse between my legs now that I’ve only ever felt when reading a steamy scene in a book or watching a love scene in a movie. Only now it’s infinitely more intense. And when Orson leans in and presses his tongue to my pussy, I nearly explode.
“Oh my God!” I cry out.
Without thinking, I reach down and grab him by the hair. I’m squeezing too hard, but I can’t help myself, and he doesn’t seem to care. So I just hang on for dear life as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, flooding me with sensations I’ve never felt before.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, probing my hole as my heart races. He reaches up and with one quick tug, tears the neckline of my dress—Trish’s dress.
“Don’t worry, I’ll replace it.” He takes my breasts in both hands. “I’ve been dying to see these tits since you walked in. Perfect tits like these deserve special treatment.”
I’m overloading. It’s incredible, like the whole world is shifting. But at the same time, I can’t shake the anxiety that lingers within me.
There’s a man between my legs! And not just any man. A gorgeous one.
“Relax, angel,” he says. Wow, can he read my mind? “Just take a deep breath and let me treat you.”
He’s making me his princess. Before I was just pretending. Now it’s coming true. And when he presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, the fire that’s been kindling inside me erupts into flames.
“Oh my God…”
My back arches off the bed as Orson flicks tiny little circles around my button. Each one sends a sweet shock through me, causing my mouth to fall open. He rolls my nipples between his strong fingers with just the right amount of force, enhancing the already intense sensation.
My anxiety starts to fade as a pressure rises within me. I’m soaking. My arousal drips down my thighs, down my butt, and onto the sheets. Every muscle in my body starts to tense.
Is this really going to happen? Each beat from my heart is like a drum, battering me closer and closer to the edge.
But just as I think it’s going to happen, my nerves crush back on me, anxiety dulling the sensations.
I can’t come…not with him here.
For my entire life, that moment has been private. Something I do when I’m alone in my apartment. I know he wants me to let go, relax, but I don’t know how.
“It’s okay, princess,” he mutters, looking up at me with blazing intent. “I want you to come for me.”
My mouth falls open. “You–you do?”
He grins, his cheeks and chin glistening with my slick. “More than anything.”
Before I can respond, he goes back down, taking my clit between his lips and sucking as he circles it with his tongue. There’s no doubt about it now. Even if I wanted to hold back, it’s just not possible.
“I’m coming!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me
Wave after wave of unmatched ecstasy wash over me. My back arches, and my thighs clamp down on poor Orson’s face.
God, I hope I don’t crush him. But I can’t do anything now. All I can do is ride this out and hope I don’t die.
He growls into me, igniting me more, sending me higher. So high that when I finally come down, I crash like a rocket returning to Earth.
“Okay, okay!” I cry out as I twist away from him and tumble off the bed onto the floor. Orson rushes to my side as I giggle like a little girl, curled up into the fetal position with one hand between my legs. “What…what did you do to me?”
Orson chuckles and lies down beside me, wrapping me in his arms. Brushing my hair aside, he kisses my neck, sending a shiver through me.
“What you deserved, angel,” he says. “And I have so much more to give you.”