The Billionaires Club (10 page)

He grabs one of my legs and pulls it
over his hip. Then he pushes my panties aside and seeks entry. I
keep my hands draped around his neck, watching the lusty look on
his face as he focuses on joining our parts. I cry out when he
bucks forward, filling me to the hilt.

“
So good,” I whimper as I
rest my head against the wall, melting into him while he begins
thrusting.

“
Fuck, it's good,” he
breaths, embracing me tightly for better leverage.

His scent is intoxicating. The feel of
his business suit on my fingers, exquisite. Of course, I much
prefer the smooth feel of his skin and hard muscle. But the fact
that he needed me so much that he couldn't wait to undress is
thrilling. I've never felt more desired by a man in all my
life.

“
Oh God,” I scream as he
angles his hips and picks up the pace.

“
You're so fucking hot.” He
crushes our lips together, kissing me deeply while one of his hands
slips between us to rub at my swollen clit. I gasp when his finger
touches me, my body already on sensitivity overload. It only takes
a few more brief thrusts before he's sending me over the edge to
that special place that no one else has brought me to that quickly
before. His hands are magic. His cock is magic. I don't understand
how he's able to do this to me over and over again.

“
Oh yeah, come for me,
beautiful,” he says against my lips, and I do, my body squeezing
tightly around him.

He presses into my depths, spearing up
into me until I fear he has no breath left. I love watching him as
he fucks me. He's so sexy. The way his lips are slightly parted.
Those amazing lips that I love to kiss. That lusty look in his
eyes. He's sinfully beautiful when he's inside of me.

I rest against the wall and enjoy the
ride. My body feels wrecked as he consumes and conquers me, fucking
me into blissful oblivion.

Finally, he reaches his limit, and I
hold him against me as he stills, his heavy balls emptying into me.
I moan as he comes, loving that my body can give this gift to
him.

“
Fucking amazing,” he pants
against my shoulder.

“
Yes.” I nuzzle my face
affectionately against his neck. I enjoy him entirely too much. Am
starting to like him entirely too much.

The feelings flowing through me right
now . . . They're not like they were in the beginning when we just
met. I'm starting to fall for him. I hate that it's happening, but
I can't seem to stop it. I want him. I want more than this from
him. What does he want though?

“
What will I be to you once
we're outside these walls?” I ask him after he's pulled out of me
and is taking off the condom. It's important that I get this
question in before he kicks me out, because he usually kicks me out
of his suite right after sex.

“
What do you
mean?”

The fact that he's playing stupid
deflates me. He knows exactly what I mean. With a sigh, I realize I
was naive for ever hoping it would be anything more than just this.
Stephanie was right. He's designed to hurt me. Maybe I shouldn't
see him once I leave The Billionaires Club after all.

I brush past him before he has a
chance to open the front door and usher me out. He follows me into
the living room and then sits down right next to me, scooping my
hand up in his. This isn't like him at all. He's never tried to
hold my hand before. I can't help but stare down at our coupled
hands, dumbfounded.

“
What am I to you once I
leave here?” I decide to try the question again, refusing to look
up at him.

“
You're the girl I dream
about every night.” His words make me swoon, but I don't quite
trust them.

“
But you still continue to
volunteer here,” I say hesitantly.

“
I'm a busy
man.”

My heart sinks from his broad
deflection. “I don't think I can handle you being so
busy.”

“
Maybe I'll be a little
less busy . . . for you.” He kisses my cheek, and I close my eyes,
relishing his lips on my skin. Even the slightest touch is amazing,
especially when combined with the feelings now flooding through
me.

“
So you'll be mine outside
these walls?”

“
I will be yours, and you
will be mine.”

It's far more than I could ever hope
for. Does he sincerely mean that he wants to be with me, that he
would be willing to give this all up for me? Maybe fairytale
endings do happen. Who would have ever thought that I'd meet my
Prince Charming at some swanky sex resort.

“
Did you know I think about
you every single day I'm not with you?” he says, sounding
completely genuine. It takes everything in me to hide the smitten
grin threatening to spread across my lips. He weaves our fingers
together and spreads them before curling his hand around
mine.

“
I didn't know that,” I
confess. “I think about you everyday too.”

“
Did you know that
sometimes I think of you when I jack off in the shower at night?
You're just that amazing,” he purrs against the side of my face,
and I giggle, feeling almost lightheaded from these sudden
admissions.

“
I didn't know that
either.”

“
I want you to think of me
when you pleasure yourself,” he tells me before nibbling on my
earlobe.

“
I already do.” I shiver
slightly, letting the grin shine through. I'm so happy right now
that it's almost sickening.

“
I want you to belong to
me, Tessa. Every part of you. And I don't ever want to let you
go.”

***

Even though I swore to Stephanie that
I wouldn't get attached to Anders, I fear it's already too late.
He's such a smooth talker, so kind and sweet. It's odd to think
I've fallen for a man I've known for less than a month, especially
in this strange situation.

He said he'd make himself less busy
for me. While I didn't ask for details, I can't help but wonder if
that means he's going to give up The Billionaires Club once we
start dating in the real world. He'll have to if he hopes to keep
me by his side. It bothers me enough that I know he's still
sleeping with other women while I'm here. It's part of his contract
though. He can't exactly just walk away whenever he wants to. Or
can he?

It's not worth losing sleep over. I
won't see him again until Thursday. Perhaps we'll talk about it
more then. He's gotten really good at talking with me lately.
Things aren't how they were before. His interest in me must be
genuine if he's willing to take that extra bit of time.

When I see Stephanie and tell her the
joyous news, she just rolls her eyes at me. It upsets me that she
won't even pretend to be happy for me. Just because she's older
doesn't necessarily mean she's wiser. She doesn't understand what
Anders and I have together. What we're starting to have together. I
can't wait to get out of this place and watch it bloom.

I even pony up the nerve to tell
Evelyn about it over the phone. At least, she's delighted for me.
She squeals in disbelief, saying she can't believe I scored me a
handsome billionaire. It feels weird not being able to tell her
anything about him but his first name and how good he is in bed.
The rest will all come in good time though.

Just one more week and a half, and
I'll be home. The Billionaires Club will seem like a strange fever
dream, and I'll be stepping back into the real world. Except I'll
be bringing part of the fantasy with me. I'm also hoping that
Stephanie will still want to be friends, but judging by the way
that she's been acting lately, I'm not counting on it.

Even though our friendship seems a bit
iffy right now, we still meet up everyday to go down to the pool or
the spa. We're buddies like that, at least here. And even if she
doesn't particularly enjoy my company on certain days, we give each
other someone to talk to.

I head down to meet her as usual, and
Ryan is working the front desk. Even though Anders made it clear he
doesn't want us talking, I decide that he doesn't own me. Besides,
Ryan is sweet, and it gives me someone else to have a conversation
with besides Stephanie.

He greets me with a smile, though he's
seemed a bit wary of me ever since Anders drove him off.

“
Hey you,” I say
cheerfully, deciding to spend a few minutes hanging around the
front desk since I'm early for my nail appointment.

“
Hey Tessa.” Whether he's
pretending to be busy or not, I can't tell. He's sitting in a chair
inputting numbers into the computer and barely even glances up at
me.

There's a blonde woman leaning against
the counter a few feet away. She's facing the door to the building
and is tapping a manicured fingernail on the desk impatiently.
Occasionally, she casts a glance towards the elevator. Something
must have really pissed her off. I quickly decide it's best to
avoid her gaze.

“
How's work going?” I ask
casually.

“
Work is work.” He looks
exhausted as usual, and a bit annoyed. I can't help but wonder if
he'd rather I go away.

“
What time do you get
off?”

“
Eight again. I came in
late today though.”

“
Oh. I had fun the other
night when we were talking together.”

“
So did I.” He offers me a
weak grin.

“
Hey,” a familiar masculine
voice says behind me. I cringe at the fact that I just got caught
talking to Ryan again. But when I turn around, Anders walks
straight past me and goes to the blonde woman. He doesn't even look
in my direction, as if I don't exist. He simply puts his hand
delicately on the small of her back, and they walk outside
together.

My good mood fades as they disappear
through the automatic glass door. It's a painful reminder that I'm
not his only client. That he's sleeping with other
women.

It's just temporary, I remind myself.
Temporary until I get out of here. Once we start dating outside of
The Billionaires Club, he'll give all of this up. I'm certain of
it.

“
Another one of his
clients,” I say, nodding to the door like it didn't phase me at all
to see them together like that.

“
No.” Ryan shakes his
head.

“
What do you mean
no?”

“
That was his
wife.”

To further support this
author, please post a review after you finish reading this
book.

For all books by Sky
Corgan go to

Sky Corgan's Web Page

To find out when Sky
Corgan has new books available and to be informed of free
promotions being run by this author, please sign up for her
newsletter.

Sky Corgan's
Newsletter

You can also connect with
this author via

Facebook

or

Twitter

I hope you've enjoyed part one of The
Billionaires Club. Part two is due to be released in July 2014.

Bonus Excerpt from
Damaged

Kids can be cruel. You never realize it
before you start going to school. Your parents shelter you the best
they can, only introducing you to the parents of other kids whom
they don't mind you playing with. It's the age of innocence. The
age where everything is alright in the world.

That first day of school is scary. Your
parents do everything they can to prepare you for it, telling you
it will be wonderful, that you'll have fun and make lots of great
new friends. They don't tell you about the assholes waiting to
point out even the smallest flaws. They don't tell you about the
bullies. Because if they did, would you ever let them drop you off
in front of that imposing building without kicking and screaming
and causing a scene.

I started kindergarten like every other
child, nervous but excited. I didn't cry when my parents dropped me
off. I genuinely liked my teacher. Everyone seemed nice . . . until
recess.

“
Bug eyes,” I heard a kid
say. I was minding my own business, swinging on the swings. I
hadn't made any friends yet, but I wasn't too worried about it. It
was the first day, after all. I certainly hadn't expected to make
any enemies.

“
Hey, bug eyes,” the voice
came again, this time accompanied by a sharp blow to the back of my
head.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I brought
the swing to a halt, turning around to see this chubby red headed
boy with freckles glowering at me a few feet away. He wasn't alone
either. On either side of him was another boy, looking at me like I
was no better than trash.

“
Why'd you hit me?” I asked,
rubbing the back of my head as I fought back the urge to go into a
fit of sobbing.

“
Because you're ugly. What
was your name? Tara, was it? An ugly name for an ugly girl. Tara
the Terror.”

I ran away crying and spent the rest of
recess in the bathroom. You'd think that someone would have come to
ask me what was wrong, but all the other kids just gave me awkward
glances as they went about their business. It wasn't until a
teacher entered that I got consoled. I told her that I had fallen
off the swing, and I had the bump on the back of my head to prove
it. The asshole had thrown a rock at me, but I wasn't about to tell
the teacher that. I was afraid, and naivety led me to believe that
if I didn't talk about it, the problem would just go
away.