It’s ten minutes after nine, and I already need a drink.

Callista, the best and craziest fuck I’ve ever experienced since my divorce, has called the office three times. I meet her four prerequisites—good looks, big ego, huge bank account, and an even larger cock—so she won’t quit. I’ll deal with her later, and I’m already regretting that my method of dealing will leave my dick unsatisfied, but there’s another matter pissing me off this morning: Felicity York. Yesterday, she spent hours blowing up the office phone and now she’s late.

Gritting my teeth, I glare out at the view of the Michigan Avenue Bridge from my office window. A year has passed since my father left the company in my hands so he could ride off into the sunset with his shiny new trophy wife, and business is better than ever. We're in real estate development, not banking, so I’ve made it a point to follow up on all the loans Father stupidly doled out over the years. He hasn’t collected like he should have, but I have no problem doing it for him. If it means the success of my company and the people working for me, I'll be the bad guy. Father might enjoy the recognition that comes with throwing around money like a virgin at his first titty bar, but I prefer to take care of my own. 

Especially when the building involved is in such a valuable area of town.

Checking my watch for the tenth time, I clench my jaw. 9:15. I’ve got shit for patience and even less time. While I can’t resist admiring Felicity York for having the balls to demand a meeting, she’s wasting what little time I have.

I hear my door creak open. “Mr. Cade?" my secretary says. "I have Miss York out front to—”

“Send her in.” A minute later, Felicity stumbles into the room, mumbling some bull about her car. I lift my hand to stop her. Growing up, my father refused to accept excuses; he said they were worthless. There’s not much about his character I respect or admire, but I do appreciate that he taught me that, even if he couldn’t follow his own advice. “Your car wouldn’t start and you didn't think to call, Miss York?"

"Fuck," she mutters under her breath. She has one of those sweet voices, lyrical and sugary, so her curse catches me off guard. Lips twitching into a grin, I turn from the window prepared to tear her a new one for being late. Instead, my mouth slackens.

Miss York is a goddamn knockout.

Though she’s too casual for a business meeting in a pale pink tee shirt, denim cut-offs that show off too much leg and too much thigh, and scuffed white tennis shoes, she’s stunning. And from her expression, I’m not the only one surprised. She’s frozen a few feet from my desk, her green eyes drinking me in while her fingers clutch the frayed hem of her shorts.

“Wow…” she whispers.

My thoughts exactly.

When I met with her father a few months ago, he’d pleaded for more time on his loan. He said he had a little girl in school—Flick is what he called her—who depended on him. Felicity’s small, five-two tops, but she’s not a little girl. Every inch of her is tanned, toned, and curved to perfection. Wide hips. Thighs that don’t have that goddamn annoying gap. More than a handful of tits. It’s easy to imagine sliding myself between them, squeezing them together around my dick, watching and feeling as her chin lowers to her chest so she can wrap those soft lips around the head of my cock.

“Aren’t you a little young to be out discussing business?” She shakes her head, making her hair tumble over one shoulder. It’s even easier to picture my fingers there. Tangling in the dark strands, jerking her head back until she moans for me to take her everywhere. Every way.

“I’m twenty-one, Mr. Cade. Old enough to discuss business.” She’s old enough, all right, but not for business. At the smirk that crosses my features, she tugs her shorts again and swallows hard. That pouty pink mouth won’t even stand a chance once I start with her. “I really am sorry I wasn’t on time,” she murmurs.

“You’ve already said that. Sit down.” She acts on my command without hesitating, and my semi throbs into a full hard-on. In thirty-two years I’ve been around women who eat, sleep and breathe sex, but this is the first time I’ve lost control. There’s an innocence in Felicity’s wide green eyes and the way her tongue sneaks out to dart over her lips. I’m even more desperate to have her. “In the future, you won’t be late.”

It’s a clear order, not a question, but she bobs her head compliantly. I stride around the desk to her side and rest against the edge. Our eyes lock for several seconds, then she rips hers to the black rubber band on her wrist.

“Look, I really do appreciate you seeing me. I know my dad talked to you before.” She snaps the hairband against her skin and clears her throat. “And I know you said you couldn’t give us an extension.” Another tug that makes me want to pull the thing off her body so she’ll be forced to look me in the eye. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt if I came to ask.”

“Why didn’t you ask before?”

She lifts one shoulder helplessly. There’s no way in hell she doesn’t know how sexy she is, how her coming in here looking like a tempting mixture of virtue and sin is enough to fuck up my plan. “I didn’t realize what was going on until yesterday.”

“The answer is still no.”

She glances up, catching me with a pitiful look. “You’re not even going to consider it?”

“If I do it for you, I’ll have to do it for everyone else who owes us. That’s not good business, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I wouldn’t say a word. We have employees, Mr. Cade. People with kids and families that depend on us.” Studying the lack of emotion on my face, her beautiful expression falls, but she squares her shoulders, and I feel another wave of admiration at her determination. “I can’t let them down.”

“All right, let’s say I do help you.” Her lips part in surprise and my dick goes crazy when she slides to the edge of her seat to listen to me intently. It shouldn’t be like this—I shouldn’t give a shit if this woman is upset, but I have a sudden desire to protect her. To possess her. “What will you do for me, Miss York?”

“My car. I can put my car up as collateral.”

“The same car that wouldn’t start for you this morning?”

Her lips move like they’re trying to find the right thing to say, and I fist my hands to stop myself from reaching out to touch them. They’re as perfect as the rest of her—soft, ripe, and begging to be fucked. “You have so much, Mr. Cade. Surely waiting another six months won’t hurt you or your business. Your father worked with us.”

“I’m not my father. You want more time? Give me something worth mine.”

“I’m sorry, but what—”

“Your pussy, Miss York. That’s what I want as collateral.” Giving in, I caress the pad of my thumb over the center of her lips. She loses her breath, and when she finds it again, the tip of her tongue grazes me. “This mouth. Every hole in that delectable body of yours. That’s what I want.”

Felicity jerks away, pinching her lip between her teeth, tasting my touch. She has no words—I didn’t expect her to—but it’s all there in her expression. Are you kidding me?

“Not at all.” Her nostrils flare. Until this morning, I’ve never met a woman who seemed outraged at the thought of me fucking her until her cunt can’t take another inch. The fact this one is sneering at my proposition wounds my ego. “I’d say a promissory note in the form of you dripping wet around my cock is more beneficial to me than a car that’ll give out. You’ll give out, Flick, but not until we’re both well-fucked and satisfied.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” she blurts out, jumping to her feet, her firm tits bouncing in her tight pink shirt. “I’ll figure out another way.”

“You want something for nothing, Miss York. I don’t think you’ll figure out much.”

Just as I stand, she whirls toward me. Her delectable body collides into mine, and I steady her with my hands. For someone who just shot me down without a second thought, she’s sure as hell taking her time crawling out of my arms, so I take advantage of our position. My fingers slip down her back to her ass.

Personally, I’m a breast man, but Little Flick’s ass… I can picture my face buried there, too.

She sways slightly, a little cry escaping her throat. “Mr. Cade … please?”

“I want you.”

“You can’t want someone you don’t even know,” she argues. “And you can’t expect me to want you when I don’t know a damn thing about you.”

“But you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Cheeks on fire, she shifts her eyes from mine but doesn’t pull out of my arms. I grind our hips together. I’m blessed—no, fuck being modest, I have a big dick that’s never failed to conquer and please—and a shiver ripples through her.

“I’ll give you more than any man who’s ever touched that sweet pussy,” I promise. She closes her eyes. Parts her lips. Moans. “I’ll fuck you so good, so hard, so right, you’ll forget there’s life outside my bedroom.”

Her eyes fly open. She slices me with an angry stare then snaps, “And let me guess? You always get what you want?”

“Always.”

Small hands shove my chest and she backs away from me. “Sorry to disappoint, Mr. Cade, but I’m not for sale.”

“Everything is for sale,” I counter. She grabs her purse from her chair and stalks to the door. “Especially if it’s something I desire.”

Flames dance behind her green eyes when she whips around one last time to look at me. “You won’t get our place.”

Returning to my desk, I pick up the phone to call Nate, my head of security. I want to know everything there is about Felicity York and I want it today.

* * *

Nate barges into my office a half an hour later, toting a manila folder and grinning like he’s just had his dick sucked. “Either you just settled the score with Taryn in accounting or you’ve got what I asked for.”

“I’ve been fucking Taryn for the last two weeks.” He arches an eyebrow and nods his shiny bald head to his folder. “This? This is all about your girl.”

I’ve known Nathan Boyer for twenty years when I met him at boarding school in Connecticut. He was small then, a punching bag for the older shits, but I had no problem fucking up a few faces defending him. He’s the smartest son-of-a-bitch I know and, thanks to a strict workout regimen, looks like he ate his old self four or five times. He’s a jack of all trades, so when I took over Cade Enterprises, he was the first person I called to work for me.

I’ve never regretted that decision, and days like this remind me I probably never will.

“That was quick,” I say.

“I’m the best.” He drops the folder in front of me. “Don’t ever forget that shit.”

“Couldn’t if I tried,” I mutter, opening the folder. “Anything good?”

“Straight A student but she took a year off after high school because of her mother. She just finished her sophomore year at the University of Chicago where she’s majoring in—you’ll never guess.”

“Business,” I say dryly.

He nods. “Looks like Flick wants to take over Daddy’s restaurant one day. She loves buying cheap floral art from Etsy, chocolate, and Netflix. She hates the gym but goes anyway because hers has a sauna, and I’m pretty sure I’d give my left nut to bang her.”

“And then I’d help you dispose of your right one,” I say in a dangerous voice without glancing up at him. I don’t give a fuck how long I’ve known him—if he touched this girl, we’d have issues. “She seeing anyone?”

He chuckles suggestively. “Not yet but she’s got a lot of interest.”

I meet his grin with a sharp glare. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“Last page, my friend.” I don’t know why he can’t just tell me, but I leaf to the final sheet in the folder. It’s a grainy printout from a website called V-Bay, and the hot photo of the soaking wet brunette in a bikini is none other than the girl I met a little while ago.

Grinding my teeth, I toss the page back to my desk. “She’s an escort?”

“Nope. A virgin. And she’s selling it.” Nate over-enunciates every syllable, giving the shock plenty of time to work through me. A virgin. No wonder Little Flick had quivered and blushed in my arms. She had shot down my offer just to put herself on display for every man with deep pockets. Fury boils my blood as Nate continues, “I ran her picture through facial recognition and this site came up. That pussy just went up for sale and she’s already got bids. Her Bed Her Now price is two hundred grand.”

I drop my attention to the countdown timer on the page—only forty-four hours left at the time Nate printed this out—and the comments below it.

StrangeDragon69: Anal or no?

mR_LT: Would you be interested in making this a permanent situation?

“That’s not going to happen,” I hiss under my breath. StrangeDragon69 and Mr. LT can both eat a dick because neither of them will ever find out how glorious Felicity’s ass is or whether she’ll fuck them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner on every day ending in Y.

“So, what’s your plan?” Nate settles his giant frame in the chair in front of my desk. When I open my laptop to look up the site and my … virgin, he laughs. “Ah shit, Jax, don’t tell me you’re going to bid on this bitch.”

But I am.

I’ve never paid to get my dick wet—and I sure as fuck would’ve never considered tossing money at someone who owes me—but now that I know she’s untouched, her pussy’s as good as sold. Because Little Flick? She just became mine.