The Billionaires Club

Sky Corgan

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CHAPTER ONE

Never before has my pulse raced so much
just from being looked at. My first impulse is to avert my eyes. Is
this how I'm supposed to act? Is this how the other girls before me
acted?

His eyes are that of a predator, dark
and smoldering in the dim light of the club. They're fixed on me as
he takes confident strides across the room. I am his
prey.

Every warning light programmed into my
subconscious mind goes off, the ones that protect you from making
mistakes. Fight or flight response kicks in, and it takes
everything in me to keep my black heels planted on the floor, to
not turn around and pretend I don't see him.

“
Hello, gorgeous,” he says
as he reaches me, his hand moving forward to wrap around my waist.
It's like he's known me for years. But he hasn't known me for
years. This is the first time we've met.

“
Hi,” I manage to stutter
out, knowing that my cheeks are redder than roses. Thankfully, he
can't see it in the dim light. Would he care if he could? Guys like
him are probably used to having girls blushing at them.

“
Shall we go upstairs?” His
fingers delicately trace my side, sending a strange electricity
straight to my nether region. I want him. There's no question about
it. But I'm also scared. What have I gotten myself into?

“
Do you come here a lot?” I
ask stupidly, stalling.

His face pulls into the most
intoxicating smile I've ever seen, and he laughs. Good God does he
have a sexy laugh. “I came here tonight for you. Just you. Let's
go.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the
door of the club. With each step, my heart thumps harder in my
chest. This is what I want, right? This is what I came here for. To
spend one night with a man whom I'd never have a chance with in a
million years in real life. To feel what it's like to be touched by
someone with experience. A man, not a boy. Yes, this is what I'm
here for, but if that's the case, then why am I so afraid to give
in to desire.

He places his hand on the small of my
back as we wait for the elevator, leaning into me. I'm too nervous
to look at him, but I can smell him, the scent of expensive cologne
and everything that makes him worthy of being part of The
Billionaires Club.

“
I'm going to fuck you like
you've never been fucked before,” he whispers into my ear. “And
you're going to love every minute of it.”

I don't doubt his words. How can I? My
body is wanton for him, so desperately wanton.

In the elevator, he can't keep his
hands off of me. He corners me, bearing into me with his intense
gaze. In the club, his eyes looked dark, but now I can see that
they're a pale shade of blue. Could he have gotten anymore
handsome.

I bite my lip, looking up at him
nervously. His lips move to meet mine, and the kiss is teasing at
best. He brushes his thumb affectionately across my cheek, sending
feelings of lust racing through me. His touch is magic, and I can
only imagine what the rest of him will feel like.

When the elevator door opens, he leads
me out into the hall and pulls a key card from his pocket. This
entire floor is his suite. It's almost staggering to think it. Of
course, this is a rented room. He doesn't actually live here. It
might not even belong exclusively to him. It's just a stage to set
a scene, the place that he takes all of his girls. But I don't want
to think about that. Tonight, it's all about me.

I stare at the back of his suit as he
opens the door for me. Once I step inside that room, there's no
going back. Is this really the right thing to do? I've wanted
something like this since the first time I picked up a romance
novel, but actually experiencing it is completely different.
Besides, this isn't really anything like the novels. This is
something else. But it's as close to the novels as I'll ever get,
so I should take it.

“
My name is Anders,” he
offers to me once he opens the door. “That's what you'll be
screaming later.”

“
Is that your first name or
your last name?” I ask, peering into the room like a timid animal
fearing a trap. This is not like the novels at all. The heroine
never acts this stupid.

“
It's my first
name.”

“
Mine is Tessa.” I take a
deep breath and step forward, crossing the threshold into his
expansive suite and a night of sex that I'll likely never
forget.

Almost the instant both of my feet land
inside the door, he's on me, overpowering me, dominating me.
“Tessa.” My name sounds so sweet on his lips. “Tonight you are all
mine. Tonight you will think of me and only me. I'm going to make
you come again and again, and tomorrow you'll likely not be able to
walk straight. I hope you don't have any plans.”

He devours any response I might make
with his lips, pushing them hungrily on top of mine as he presses
me against the entryway. No response is needed. He knows what I'm
here for, that this is the pinnacle of my stay at The Billionaires
Club. Everything else is just icing on the cake. If I'm laid up in
my room tomorrow, it means he did his job right.

I can feel his arousal beneath his
slacks, and though my hands want to go for his cock, I wrap them
around his broad muscular shoulders instead. He's every bit as
solid as I imagined he'd be. Of course, he is. You don't get to be
a host at The Billionaires Club unless your body is custom designed
for women. He's almost unrealistically perfect. His face, his lips,
his hands. Everything about him was built for pleasure. My
pleasure.

A soft moan escapes my lips as I give
in to fantasy, tilting my head to feel his mouth brushing over my
neck. His warm breath on my skin is pleasant. His hands on my
thighs feel even better. He's hiking up my skirt, and all I can do
is stand there, leaning against the wall, powerless against him. No
woman in her right mind would ever resist him. He's too
irresistible.

“
Are you thinking about it?
Writhing beneath my body. I bet you want it right now, for me to
take you right here. I'm going to savor you though. Every kiss.
Every touch.” His thumb teases softly between my legs, and I
respond by opening them a bit wider, feeling embarrassed by my own
need for him. He's not the only one who is going to be savoring
every moment. But I think he knows that. That's why he moves oh so
slowly.

His fingers tug my panties aside, and
he delicately thumbs across my folds. “You're so wet for me. I'm
not even inside you yet, and I can already feel it.”

He's not lying. I'm practically
dripping with want for him. No man has ever made me feel this way
this quickly. All I can think about is having him inside of me, of
what it will be like to be beneath him.

When he pushes his fingers between my
folds, I buck my hips, yearning to feel him. His touch is gentle
and sensual, playing back and forth over my heated swollen clit. I
worry I might be so hot that I'll burn him, but he doesn't seem
affected by it. If anything, he seems more aroused. The look in his
eyes is pure lust. And in that moment, it's all for me.

I tremble slightly as he skillfully
rubs my pleasure button, already feeling my body racing up the hill
to climax. I'm a bit surprised at how quickly my orgasm is
building. It's never been like this before. Perhaps it's because
I'm so attracted to him. I feel almost unworthy of his touch. But
it's a stupid silly thought. Anyone with enough money is
worthy.

I can't think about that. Can't think
about how this is all just a fantasy made flesh. Can't think about
how my best friend spent a portion of her lottery winnings to send
me here, to make one of my greatest dreams come true. I'll ruin it
by thinking about that stuff. I need to focus. Focus on
him.

His heated kiss brings me back into the
moment. His scent intoxicates me while his mouth moves sensually on
top of mine. I taste his lips and his tongue, wanting to indulge in
him forever. He holds my face in one hand and drives me to the
height of pleasure with the other. I moan against his mouth as I
feel the surge overtake me. He presses his body against mine, and
all I need is the feel of his arousal for me to send me plummeting
over the edge.

“
That's it,” he whispers
gently against my mouth. “Come for me, Tessa.”

I shutter as my orgasm wrecks me, my
eyes closing as I allow the entire experience to make me drunk with
sensation. It's the best climax a man has ever given me with his
hands. I've never been touched like this before. Not like
this.

He draws me the rest of the way into
the room and closes the door behind us. There's really no point in
closing it. No one will come up to this floor. Still, it makes the
fantasy seem more real.

I look around while I catch my breath,
unable to hide the wonder on my face. This is exactly the kind of
place I'd picture a wealthy man like him living. Expansive rooms,
plush furniture, perfectly and richly decorated. He doesn't seem
interested in giving me the grand tour though. Instead, he takes my
hand and leads me straight back to the bedroom.

“
Sit.” He gestures to the
bed, and I obey, still in complete disbelief that this is actually
happening. “If you thought my fingers were good, you're going to be
blown away by what I can do with my mouth.” His perfect lips quirk
into a smirk, and I don't doubt him for a second.

In that moment, I'm a sponge, soaking
in everything he says. Everything he does. Each second alone with
him is a gift.

He unbuttons the front of his suit
jacket. After he shrugs it off and tosses it onto the floor, he
goes for his silk tie. My eyes watch him move, undressing with the
confidence of a God. The tie ends up on my lap once he's done
pulling it off. A teasing gesture. I giggle like a school girl, my
cheeks heating up all over again.

Then he starts unbuttoning his shirt,
and I feel mesmerized by the very sight of his skin. He's very
muscular and cut. Each open button reveals more and more delicious
hard flesh. By the time he reaches the bottom button, my hormones
are on overdrive. God how I want him to fuck me.

“
You should be undressing
now,” he says to me with a whisper of a smile, perhaps tired of
watching me drool over him.

In all honesty, I would rather him
undress me. His hands move with confidence. Mine will be moving
with uncertainty; I know it.

I stand awkwardly, practically
stumbling. My eyes leave his in fear of judgment, though I doubt
I'd ever be able to tell if he was judging me. He's a great
actor.

I try to muster up all of my confidence
as I grab the bottom hem of my dress, moving to pull it over my
head. Just as I start to lift it, his phone rings. The perfect
expression he's held onto all night falters, and an annoyed look
takes its place as he scrambles for his phone.

“
Sorry, I have to take
this,” he tells me before answering it and taking long strides out
of the room.

My hands let go of my dress, and I sit
back down on the bed. This wasn't part of the plan. Or was it?
Important business men get phone calls. But I don't think this was
supposed to happen right before we had sex. Then again, what do I
really know. It could be part of the fantasy, a way to postpone the
moment even longer, to push me to my limits.

I think about undressing the rest of
the way like he told me to. Is that what I'm supposed to do? I'm
not sure anymore. Suddenly, I'm just confused.