The Club (4 page)

Max is the only man in the room and he is standing before it, looking like the master of the universe that he is. His shirt sleeves are rolled up. He turns to me.

             
“Did you find the new setup to your liking?” His voice is warm. I’m relieved. I was a little bit worrie
d that performing with Jamison
would make him cold.

             
“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

             
“I liked the addition to your act.” He takes a sip from his snifter and smiles at me.

             
“Jamie? Or the butt plug?”

             
“Both. Although if that had been me in there, no ropes could’ve held me back. Is your friend gay?”

             
“No, just following instructions.
” I pause.
“It could be you in there.
I’m always looking for a good scene partner.”

             
“Is that so? How about now?”

             
“The show’s over.”

             
“I say when the show is over. Here’
s a proposition for you: y
ou tie me up and play with me, and if I
can get out of your knots, you’re
mine. Right now.”

             
A shu
dder goes through me. It sounds
just like my kind of game. Even without an audience. Beside
s, no matter how much I want him to get free and have me, I’m excellent at knots. He doesn’t stand a chance.

             
“You’re on.”

             
He tosses back the rest of his brandy with a naughty glint in his eye and walks to the door, locking
it. I’d prefer he leave it open, but it is
his club. If he doesn’t want his m
embers seeing him receive the show
of his life, so be it.

             
“Do your worst. You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” His pupils are back to their regular size now, and it’s hard not to get lost in his green eyes as I smile at him.

             
“Thank you.” I grab the ropes and proceed to tie him to one of the leather chairs in front of the fire. I use some very serious knots; I don’t intend to submit to my billionaire tonight. I make sure to tie him in such a way that I’ll be able to open his shirt and pants. When I’m finished, he smirks, as if to say, that’s it? I tighten everything and return to the glass room to turn on some music.

             
“You can’t walk out of here again on me, Leigh,” he says with a laugh. “The doors are locked.”

             
“I wouldn’t dream of it
,” I reply as I select a sultry jazz track and return to the fire.
“I’ve got you right where I want you.”

             
“I’m sure you do.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, looking completely contented. I straddle him and remove my blouse again. The fire makes my skin look golden. We cast an alluring shadow on the wall, but for once I’m glad I’m not sharing this moment with anyone else. I slowly unbutton his shirt and open it up, revealing gorgeous pecs
, hard abs,
and a healthy amount of dark chest hair
.
I run my hands through it and it’s my turn to sigh contentedly.

             
“Kiss me,” he growls.

             
“I don’t take requests,” I say.

             
“Yes, you do,” he reminds me.

             
“Oh, that’s right.”

             
I lower my face down to his and we kiss greedily, as if our tongues had been lost all week and have finally come home. He tast
es like expensive brandy and maleness
. I can’t get enough. I could kiss him like this for hours, days, years. He strains against his ropes as if to try to taste more of me, but he doesn’t need to. I keep the kiss deep and rhythmic. I feel his cock pressing against me and it’s hard to remember I cannot untie him. Not tonight. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from his and kiss his chest, moving down his torso as I’
d imagined. I let my tits
rake over his body and feel his breathing catch. He groans as I unzip his pants and free his gorgeous throbbing cock. It’
s huge and perfect.
I take its tip in my mouth, worshipping it with my tongue.
Forgetting myself, I take it all the way into the back of my throat, lovingly sucking it as I let it in and out of my mouth. Max makes a guttural sound and I smile.
I slid
e it
between my tits, back and forth,
b
efore standing up to remove my skirt.

             
“You certainly know what you’re doing,” he says raggedly. He pulls against his ropes, focusing on loosening the knot binding his right wrist to the arm of the wide chair. He’s actually making some headway. I frown, realizing I should’ve set a time limit on tonight’s little game.

             
I
t’s getting more and more difficult to remember why I tied him up in the first place. The
lust
fog is back. Now that I’v
e
seen his glorious cock, I want him desperately
. I want to feel his weight on me; I want to feel him everywhere.

             
“I try,” I reply. I slide out of my skirt and straddle him backwards, undulating my
bare
hips on his lap, giving him a full view of my
pert
ass and wet, beautiful
puss
y
inches away from his manhood
. He stops
working on his knots for a moment.

“Fuck
,
you’re gorgeous,” he breath
e
s. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.”

In response, I raise it up to his face. He thrills me by licking my pussy lips enthusiastically, thrusting his tongu
e into my cunt like he can’t get enough. I love it
. Too
much. If I don’t take it down a notch, he’ll have me six ways to Tuesday before midnight. I lower
my ass and turn around, straddling his crotch again
to catch my breath. Just then, I feel something that shocks me. His right hand is free and he is using it to
push aside my thong and
tease my asshole.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as my whole body quivers at his touch. “How did you do that?”

“Where there’s a will…mmm you like that, don’t you? Does your tight little hole turn you on, naughty girl?” His fingers tr
ace my
opening, pressing along its edges lightly, then more insistently.

“Yes, I like that,” I gasp.

“When I get free, I’
ll have to decide how
to take you first. I’m p
artial to your pink little cunt
myself, but I could be persuaded to have your back
door if that’s what you prefer.”

“I want you everywhere,” I gasp, no longer pretending this wasn’t
going to happen tonight.
I am so turned on; I don’t care if I never see him again as long as I have him now.

“I like the sound of that,” he growls, pressing hi
s long middle finger into my pussy and massaging my g-spot
. I instinctively squeeze it and moan. “
God
damn it, y
ou have to free me now.”

“A deal
’
s a deal.” I stand up and walk away from him, sauntering over to the bar to pour myself a drink. With one of his hands already free, he makes quick work of the other three knots and he’s on me. His strong arms pull the length of my body to his and he’s kissing me deeply. We’re devouring each other, our hands frantic to get his clothes and my thong off. We fall to the floo
r and h
e takes my aching pussy from behind in one quick, deep stroke
and I press back into him, giving him all of me. He reaches around to stroke my clit as he pounds me with long, sure strokes. He fills me up so deeply and fully that I cry out in pleasure. My orgasm builds quickly as we slam our bodies against each other. Roughly, he turns me around and enters me again.

He fucks deeper and deeper and my cunt loves every second of it.

“I want to see your face when you come,” he pants.
I watch his gorgeous face, oblivious to everything in the world except for him.
We reach orgasm at the same time, both roaring as we shudder together
, triumphant as the inevitable occurs
.

He slides off of me and I’m instantly angry wi
th myself. That was easily the best sex of my life
and
there’
s no way I
can keep having it.

I’m supposed to be setting a trap for Maximilian Gregory. I’m an insurance investigator, and it just so happens that my new favorite billionaire is an incorrigible thief. Art, jewels,
and antiquities were
his
priceless
treasures of choice…and no one had suspected a thing until I began doing my research.

I just hadn’t expected to be so, erm,
charmed
by a pure criminal.

Chapter 3

“Hey. What’s wrong? That was amazing.” He reaches for me and tenderly kisses my lips. I kiss him back, but my heart’s not in it.

“Yes, it was,” I agree. “
…n
othing
’s wrong
.”

“Something
’s up
. What? Let’
s figure it out so we can do that
again.” He nuzzles my neck. “As soon as possible.”

“I just…
getting this position
was important to me and I feel like I’
ve compromised it
by being with you tonight.”
I decided to play the part of the tender-hearted
artiste.
It was so much easier than discussing the fact that I was about to turn him over to the feds.

I doubted he’d share his conjugal visits with the woman who put him in prison in the first place.

“I’m not going to fire you for having sex with me,” he says incredulously. “Why would I? You’re fantastic at what you do. If things keep going the way they did tonight, my membership will grow.”

“And that doesn’t bother you at all?”
Most men I know do
n’t think my p
articular kink i
s all that fun
once they start
feeling possessive.
And I intended to have a little more fun here at the billionaire’s club—while it lasted.

“No, it doesn’t. Does it bother you that it doesn’t?”

“No.”

“Does this mean I get an encore?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe!? Why maybe?”

“I’ve never been with a billionaire before. I’m picturing your bedroom right now and seeing a permanent harem
there
. It makes me uneasy.”

“Leigh, I’m a businessman, not a sheik. Until tonight, I hadn’t been with anyone in over a year. That’s the truth. I’m very choosy.”

“Oh.” I blush. I haven’t been that choosy myself, but I’m very careful with my heart. Usually I can completely separate
my body and my mind, but I’m afraid
I won’t be able to i
n this case. It leaves
me nervous—and excited.

“Does that make you feel more comfortable?” He asks gently. He’s still completely naked—we both are—and
he
looks appealingly vulnerable.

“Yes, actually. I’m sorry to be so cliché.” I comb my hands through my hair and regard him wryly.
If he knew the truth, this conversation would be very different.

Billionaire thieves aren’t particularly well-known for being forgiving when they’re betrayed.

“Not at all. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get to know me. I want to get to know you, too. Tell me, what’s your favorite T.V. show?”

I laugh. “Do you even have time to watch T.V.?”

“Not really.”

“Does a man like you do anything ordinary?”

“Sure. I love
eating
cereal.”

“Cereal?”

“Yeah. I can have anything I want for breakfast, but I a
lways have sugary cereal. My mother
never let us have it when my brother and I were little
kids
, so now I always keep twenty varieties on hand at all time
s
. This morning, Frosted Flakes.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“That’s adorable.”
I smile in spite of myself.