Page 8 of Wham, Bam, Marry Me, Ma’am (The Billings Brothers Trilogy #1)

Vaughn

"Alright, so I'm still looking for someone for the VP of Marketing position.

Cora is giving us another month of part-time, but she said if the baby comes early, we are shit out of luck.

Her words, not mine." Barrett chuckles. "Vaughn, I assume you would like to be in on the final interviews for that. West, how about you?"

"No, man. That's your call." West grins at Barrett who nods back.

"I'd like to hire by the end of the month. We could use the extra help on the new camping products. Procurement is giving me a hard time, but if we want to take advantage of the season, now is the time to push outdoor products."

"What does procurement say?" I ask, catching Barrett's complaint.

Barrett clenches his jaw and huffs out an annoyed sigh. "Same thing as usual. I got an email from Parker saying fulfillment is an issue and asking us to push the deadline to accommodate."

I nod, staring at my brother. "If Parker thinks it's an issue, then it is. We can't spend millions of dollars marketing a product that we can't fulfill. Push the deadline if procurement needs it."

"Not until we know there isn't another solution." Barrett glares at me stubbornly, but he knows I'm right.

"If there was another solution, they would have found it."

"Pssh, maybe." Barrett huffs like a petulant child.

"Go talk to Parker and see what the situation is."

"Last item on the agenda." Barrett ignores me, moving on. "Part of this meeting today is about the organizational culture."

I can barely concentrate on what Barrett is saying anymore.

The green dress Rachel picked out hugs her curves and scrambles my brain.

As gorgeous as she looks in it, it's all wrong.

It should be balled up on my floor. Last night was incredible.

I've never found it difficult to leave for work, but a naked Rachel laid out in my bed made me want to curl up next to her and spend the day exploring her body.

"Aww, I love that, West." Rachel holds her hands to her heart.

I glare at Weston as he sits there with a huge grin on his face, looking like an idiot preening under Rachel's praise.

I roll my eyes. "Rachel, please put together a—"

"Don't fire me," Rachel blurts out, ending on a sob as she throws her hands over her face.

"Wha–" I start, simultaneously baffled and gutted when she begins to cry.

"Vaughn." Barrett shakes his head, and his face screws up in angry frustration. "You can't fire Rachel without our approval. We agreed."

"You a-agreed?" Rachel looks at me, betrayal in her eyes, and then lets out another sob.

"I'm not—" I yell, but West cuts me off.

"You're an asshole!" West glares at me as he puts an arm around Rachel's shoulders. I see red.

"Get your fucking arm off my wife right now!" I bellow, and the entire room goes silent. Three pairs of eyes stare back at me in disbelief.

"Wife?" Rachel whispers after a shocked moment. West swivels his head to stare from me to Rachel, who looks at me like I've gone insane.

Well, at least she's stopped crying.

"Vaughn, what are you talking about?" Barrett finally asks, blinking rapidly. He looks between Rachel and me like one of us is an alien and he's not sure which one.

"You two need to leave," I manage to grit out, still furious that West has not removed his arm from Rachel's shoulders. Looking only at Rachel, I add, "We need to talk."

West puts both his filthy hands on Rachel's shoulders and turns her to face him.

"If you need help, blink twice. I'll get you out of here no matter what he wants.

" He has the nerve to glare over at me, and I stand quickly, ready to physically kick him out of the room, but Rachel raises a shaking hand to stop me.

"I'm fine. Thank you, West." Her eyes don't leave mine. West eventually huffs out a final threat at me as he and Barrett exit the room.

I walk to the door, lock it behind them, and then rest my forehead against the wood for a moment before turning around. "I shouldn't have proposed like that."

Rachel turns to stare at me, and I can't read her expression.

I reach her in two strides, no longer able to keep my hands off her incredible body.

I scoop her into my arms and pull her onto my lap as I sit in the chair with her.

I capture her mouth with mine. She kisses me back with fervor, and the relief that courses through my body from her response is palpable.

I wrap myself around her, kissing down her neck as I try to find the zipper to her dress.

"Rachel, why would you think I'd fire you? After last night. After all we did together. After all we said to one another," I whisper against her cleavage.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't want to hold you to anything you said last night in the middle of..." She trails off, her words labored as her chest heaves, and I growl at the implication that I would play with her emotions like that.

"Hold me to everything from last night." I finally find her zipper and slide it down so I can free her perfect breasts. I pull the front of her dress down and tease her nipple through the lace of her bra with my teeth, and she arches into me with a moan.

"You have a meeting after this that you blocked me out of, and you weren't there this morning. I...I panicked." Rachel throws her head back as I kiss up her neck.

I turn her to straddle me as best she can in the office chair, but the unwieldy armrests make it a lost cause.

I stand, lifting her with me as I set her on the edge of the table, pushing her legs wider to slot myself between them.

She reaches for my pants, but I stop her with a hard kiss, and she melts into me in a way that makes me want to claim her for the entire office to hear.

I let loose a growl bordering on primal, and she shivers in front of me.

"You're perfect," I insist, and she gives me a watery smile.

I lay her back gently on the table and sit in the chair. She's laid out before me like an exquisite meal, and I've never been hungrier in my life. Rachel tugs her skirt up her legs, baring herself to me, and I lean forward to breathe in my new favorite scent.

"I am in love with you," I say, kissing up her inner thigh as her leg shakes slightly.

She lifts her head, assessing how serious I am, but lays back with a groan as my hands massage her upper thighs.

I remove her panties, sliding them down her legs methodically.

I ball them up and tuck them away in my pocket.

I level her with a steady gaze as she peeks down at me.

I dart my tongue out to taste her dripping core, already glistening with her desire for me.

She whimpers from the contact, writhing prettily on the table.

"In our bed, you can make as much noise as you want, but if either of my brothers hear you come, I will sell the company and move us to a remote desert island for the rest of eternity.

" I find her clit, and she bucks against my face with a quiet groan.

"Good girl," I whisper against her tight, wet pussy before diving back in, and she sighs with pleasure.

I lick and suck my way along her slick entrance up to her clit.

I circle the throbbing bundle of nerves with my tongue, sliding over and over, until Rachel has to throw a hand over her mouth to hold in her moans.

My cock strains against my zipper, desperate to be inside her again, but the reminder of her tears sits painfully in my heart. She needs pleasure. And I need to make her understand the depths of my infatuation with her.

I continue working her with my mouth but add a finger.

Her tight core grips me as I pulse in and out.

She grabs my head and pulls me closer as she grinds against my mouth.

Rachel's body tenses, close to release, and I add a second finger, curling forward to find that spot from last night.

Both her hands fly up to cover her mouth, and she muffles her moans of pleasure as she shatters on my tongue.

Her sobs of pleasure soft enough for me and only me to hear.

Her pussy throbs around my fingers, and I lessen the pressure slightly as I let her ride out her orgasm.

"Fuck," she breathes. Her eyes heat as I remove my fingers and suck them into my mouth, devouring every last drop of her.

Pulling her toward me, she crumples into my lap, sighing with pleasure as I kiss her temple and stroke her hair. "Rachel. I'm obsessed with you." I kiss her neck, her jaw, then her cheek before continuing. "I'd like to legally remain obsessed with you. For as long as we both shall live. Marry me."

Rachel laughs, kissing me. "Yes." She kisses me again and again. "Yes, yes, yes!"

I grin at her exuberance, and then she places her hands on my face, staring deeply into my eyes. "I love you, Vaughn. I love your rules and your grumpy moods. I love your need for control. I get it. I get you." She puts her forehead against mine, and the weight of the world lifts from my shoulders.

"I love your brothers." Her grin widens when I clench my jaw. "They are like my brothers already." Rachel leans forward and kisses my jaw lightly until I relax. I decide I'll have to deal with brotherly affection.

"Most of all, I love your heart." She places her hand on my chest, and warmth spreads throughout my body and settles deep into my bones. "You care about people. But you show it through your actions, and I'll take that over pretty words any day. Vaughn Billings, you are the man of my dreams."

If I thought I couldn't love Rachel any more than I already do, I was wrong. My heart beats for her. And only her.

"As much as I'd like to celebrate by being buried in your tight, warm pussy…" I pull back with a groan. "We have a meeting in my office in five minutes."

Rachel bites her lip and looks at me, her brow furrowed. "The one I'm not invited to."

I shake my head. "You're the guest of honor. I asked a jeweler to come so we can design your ring."

Her mouth falls open, her cheeks flushed. "How did you get all this done already this morning?"

I shrug. "I don't need much sleep."

"My sexy shark." Rachel grins.

I consider the nickname and finally nod. "I've been called much worse."

Rachel's laughter makes me grin. She caresses my face with her hand and then blows out a short breath. "We should probably go explain everything to Barrett and West."

"Yes. And we'll need witnesses for the wedding tonight."

Rachel's mouth drops open in surprise, and she looks so cute I can't keep a straight face. "Just kidding. Although, I'm open to eloping somewhere. You can pick what you want for the wedding, but I want to be married by the end of next month."

She swats me and lets out a small huff of annoyance. "Thanks for letting me have a say in the decision-making."

I nod and shrug diplomatically. "It's the least I can do." I grin at the incredible woman in front of me. "I love you, Rachel."

"I love you too." Her eyes shine as she leans forward to place a gentle, loving kiss on my lips. "My sexy, grumpy shark."