The Billionaires Club (3 page)

“
I'm sorry about last
night,” Anders says as we stand in front of the
elevator.

“
It's no trouble. I thought
I wasn't supposed to see you again until Thursday?”

“
You weren't, but I couldn't
be without you for that long.” The look he's giving me makes me
feel weak in the knees. It's at that moment I figure out that he's
taking me back up to his suite. He presses the elevator button for
the twentieth floor, and I force myself to lean across him and
press the button for the sixth floor.

“
What are you doing?” he
asks, casting a confused look in my direction. Good God he's
beautiful. Am I completely out of my mind for wanting to deny
him?

“
Listen, Anders, if that's
even your real name, I appreciate what you're trying to do. I
really do. I get it. You feel bad about what happened last night,
so you decided to come here early to get me in before your Tuesday
night girl.

“
I'm not upset. You don't
owe me a makeup session. In fact, I think I'm going to release you
from all future sessions while I'm here. I'm not asking for a
refund or anything, so the full amount can still go towards the
charity. I think I just want to relax while I'm here. You can pick
up another girl and double your money.”

My breath hitches as he unexpectedly
corners me in the elevator, putting his hand on my waist. There's
an amused twinkle in his eye, though it's tempered with
lust.

“
I don't want another girl,”
he tells me. “I want you.”

Why does he have to be so devastatingly
handsome? The illogical part of my brain makes me believe him. The
wanton part of me doesn't want to let him go. He's giving me one
last chance to have him, to get what Evelyn paid for. Why do I have
to be so damn weak?

His lips brush against mine, and I
barely hear the elevator door open and close for the sixth floor.
I'm trapped between hard muscle and the wall, and my body refuses
to try to escape. All I can think about are those soft lips and how
I've longed to feel them again. I open my mouth to allow him entry,
and he takes it, sweeping his tongue across my bottom lip before he
sucks it into his mouth to nibble sweetly.

“
I've been dreaming about
you ever since last night.” He presses his forehead against mine in
a strangely affectionate gesture. Then the elevator stops again,
and he takes my hand and leads me to the door of his
suite.

I watch the back of his suit as he
takes out his key card and opens the door. It looks almost
identical to the one he wore last night. Classic black. Except the
buttons are different. I realized that when I was sitting crotch
level next to him at the pool. He's also traded in his blue silk
tie for a striped red and gold one. And his dress shirt today is
light blue instead of white.

When he turns back to me, he puts a
hand around my shoulder. For a second, I'm confused, but then fear
races through me as he effortlessly picks me up and carries me over
the threshold into his suite. I've only been picked up like this
once before, and the guy who did it dropped me. With that memory in
mind, I wrap my arms around Ander's shoulders, leaning into his
chest and praying I'm not strangling him with my tight
grip.

“
That body is so delicious,
I could barely stand to see you lying there,” he tells me as he
sets me down in the bedroom. I forgot that I'm only wearing a
bikini.

“
I went downstairs to
relax,” I tell him as I begin to fidget with my fingers.

“
I'll help you relax.” He
slips behind me on the bed, brushing my hair away from my shoulder.
When his lips touch my skin, I know I'm lost. His powerful hands
come up to massage my shoulders while he kisses my neck, and all I
can do is crane my head and moan.

“
You're so tense. I'll work
all the kinks out of you,” his voice is full of promise.

I notice his hands moving further back.
He cleverly uses the massage as a way to untie the top of my
bikini. The straps fall down, exposing my breasts. My nipples are
already hard just from the feel of his hands on my back. It's
almost embarrassing.

“
Your skin is so soft. So
perfect.” His hands continue to rub down my back, pulling the
strings on the bottom part of my bikini. He slides my top off the
rest of the way and tosses it off the bed before leaning forward
and taking full advantage of his position. I can feel his stiff
manhood pressing against me through his slacks and his warm breath
on my shoulder. He reaches around me and rubs my legs, sliding a
hand down to caress my inner thighs.

“
So beautiful.” He places
fluttering kisses on the side of my face. There's a ticklish feel
to it, but I'm absolutely loving the affection. This man knows what
he's doing. Knows exactly what women want. In that moment, I don't
care that he's probably slept with hundreds of women to reach this
level of seductive perfection. All I care about is that I'm about
to get my turn.

His hands grope their way up my body
until they reach my breasts. He cups them, kneading gently,
allowing my firm peaks to pop through his fingers so that he can
squeeze them and send shivers of want racing through my body. I
lean back against him, feeling the firmness of his muscle and the
smoothness of his suit against my back. He's looking over my
shoulder, staring down appreciatively at my breasts as he pleasures
them.

“
I've been waiting for this.
To touch you like this. I know you've been thinking about it all
night too, the way it would feel to be together,” he
says.

Though I had been trying not to think
about it, the truth is that it was all I dreamed about last night.
Being under him. Feeling his thick cock inside of me. Experiencing
being taken by a man fully confident with his body and his
abilities. Living it was so much better than imagining it
though.

“
Tell me you want it.” He
shifts behind me, moving up onto the bed and patting the spot
beside him.

“
I want it,” I confess,
summoning a carnal part of me that's ready to fall head over heels
into being with him.

I move up on the bed beside him, and he
starts kissing my shoulder again before moving up to trace his
tongue across my jawline. I tilt my face to meet his, allowing him
to bury me in a deep kiss. His mouth is so sensual, so perfect, so
made for kissing. He knows exactly when and where to caress my
face, how to manipulate me to his will. Sex is an art to this man,
and I'm his canvas. Please paint me.

He repositions himself on the bed,
moving further down my body. His hand comes up to lightly stroke
one of my breasts, then his face dips to draw my nipple into his
mouth. I tilt my head back and moan shamelessly, raking my fingers
through his short brown hair. His tongue skillfully flicks across
the tip of my nipple, forcing it to harden even more. Each gentle
lick sends desire coursing between my legs. I want him to fuck me.
Need him to fuck me.

He moves even further down my body,
grabbing both of my feet in his hands and giving them a deep
massage. As I watch him, I think about how he's being so attentive.
It's strange to think that a billionaire would go out of his way to
massage a stranger's feet. The massage is brief though, a prelude
to him kissing the tops of my toes. I giggle a bit, doing my best
not to turn away. I know he's trying to be sexy—is being sexy, but
I'm so damn ticklish.

“
Did you know that being
ticklish is a sign of stress?” he tells me.

“
I did know that,” I
laugh.

“
We'll make you a bit less
ticklish then.” He winks at me before pushing my feet up towards my
chest. I lean back, my heart racing as I try to put together what
he's doing. He holds both of my feet in one hand, and then uses the
other to grab the bottoms of my swimsuit. When it becomes clear
what he wants, I hold my legs up on my own so that he can pull the
bikini bottoms off of me, rendering me naked.

Almost the second they're off, he's
grabbing my thighs and pushing my legs back again, exposing my
pussy. A blush creeps across my cheeks as he descends, and I feel
the first whisper of his breath over my feminine parts. His tongue
shortly follows, pressing between my smooth folds to seek my heated
core. I practically cry out as he skillfully gets to work making
slow circles over my clit with the tip of his tongue, drawing out
my pleasure.

“
You taste so good,” he say.
“So moist and ready for me. I could eat you all day.”

I moan as he laps up my juices, then
continues his assault on my nub. It doesn't take long before he's
driven me up to the height of oblivion. I spill over from his
sucking and licking and teasing, feeling absolutely wrecked
afterward. For all of my weakness though, I want more of him. I
need to feel him inside of me. I want to give pleasure as well as
receive it. To suck his cock and fondle his balls and worship his
body.

I rake my fingers through his hair as
he drinks my wetness, cleaning up the mess he's made of me. He
moans as he licks at my pussy, only intensifying my pleasure with
the soft vibration of his mouth. Even though I just had an orgasm,
I already feel like I could go again. He's that good.

“
Please fuck me,” I
beg.

“
Mmm, but you taste so good.
I don't want to stop.”

“
Please,” I practically cry
out as he touches on my sensitive spot again with his
tongue.

“
But I want to watch you
come again,” his voice is almost teasing.

“
You can watch me come while
you're fucking me.”

He straightens himself finally,
allowing me a chance to breath. The look on his face is absolutely
satisfied, as if he knows he's crushed what little willpower I had
left.

“
Say it one more
time.”

“
Please fuck me.” I look him
directly in the eyes when I say it this time, too impassioned to
look away. I want it more than I've ever wanted it in my entire
life.

“
How could I deny such a
body.”

I watch as he sheds clothing, my heart
thundering in my chest with each passing second. The suit jacket
comes off first, then the tie, then the dress shirt beneath.
Finally, his hands reach his belt buckle. I hold my breath as he
unbuttons and unzips his pants. He grabs them at the waist and
pulls them down along with his boxers. I stifle a moan when his
manhood pops out to greet me. He's every bit as impressive as I
imagined he would be.

He only gives me a moment to admire his
naked body before he opens up the bedside table drawer and pulls
out a condom. I watch him slide it down his length and then crawl
back onto the bed beside me. He grabs one of my thighs, pulling it
up so that he can take me from the side. His focus is completely on
our soon to be joined parts, and while I'm silently anticipating
it, I still can't get over how beautiful he is and that this is
actually going to happen.

He grabs the base of his cock and
gently slaps it against my pussy, causing pulses of pleasure to
race through me. I rest my head back and moan, enjoying the
sensation, enjoying him.

“
I bet you can't wait to
feel my cock inside of you,” he says confidently.

“
Can't wait,” I
mumble.

“
Are you sure you can handle
it?”

“
I can handle
it.”

“
Let me know if I get too
rough.”

I bite my bottom lip as I feel his
helmet pressing against my entryway. It takes everything in me to
still my hips from wanting to press up to meet him. My body is so
embarrassingly desperate.

He bucks forward, and my breath hitches
as I feel him spear into me. The initial intrusion is shocking, but
I quickly grow used to it, my body clenching around the intruder to
feel his full girth. Anders groans, and it only makes me want him
inside of me more. Then he gives me what I want, pushing forward
and connecting us completely.

“
Mmm so tight,” he tells me
as he holds onto my leg and begins thrusting. The feel of him
between my thighs is exquisite. This is everything I wanted,
everything I dreamed it would be. He's absolutely amazing, fucking
me and kissing me and fulfilling all my wildest
fantasies.

“
Your body was made for my
cock.”

“
Yes,” I quickly agree. This
is how it should have been last night.

Our lips move together, and I drink his
breath as he continues to pound into me. After a while, he switches
positions, crawling on top of me and between my legs. I gasp when
he pushes back inside of me, gazing up at him in a dreamlike state.
He's so sinfully handsome. To be beneath a man like this . .
.

“
Fuck me hard,” I tell him,
deciding to take full control of my fantasy.

He obliges, bracing himself and
grinding into me to the point that I worry we might break the bed.
I cry out, loud enough for the entire resort to hear us, and he
doesn't bother trying to shush me. I absolutely love it. Love what
he's doing to me. Love being here with him. Love fucking
him.

The carnal part of me comes out, and I
reach around, grabbing his ass and forcing him deep inside of me.
The timid girl who walked into his suite is gone. All that's left
is some sex-starved monster hellbent on using him to her
will.