The Billionaires Club (7 page)

Then he walks away, returning to the
main building, and I'm left sitting there with my mouth open and
his taste on my lips, feeling completely dumbstruck.

When I finally regain enough sense to
turn and look at Stephanie, she seems equally shocked. I've never
seen her surprised by anything. But the look on her face is
definitely unexpected.

“
Well, wasn't that a
surprise,” she says finally.

“
I don't know what just
happened.” My head snaps forward, and all the other ladies around
the pool are lowering their eyes, though a few whisper to one
another.

“
I've been coming here for
five years, and I've never seen any of the billionaires come out to
check on a client before, much less do . . . that. You must have
really made an impression on him.”

His words play through my
mind.
You are mine while you're here. I
don't want anyone else touching you.
I
don't know if he was being sincere, or if it was all just an act.
All I do know is that I'm confused all over again.

CHAPTER FIVE

His words wreck me until Thursday
night. How can he sound so possessive when that's not what this
place is about? The very night he spoke those words to me, he
fucked another woman. What makes him think he can make such a
demand?

When he takes me up to his suite on
Thursday, I dodge his advances. It's hard to resist him, as usual,
but I do better than I ever have before.

“
What's wrong?” he asks as I
pull away from him and head to the sectional sofa in the living
room. We're talking, whether he wants to or not. I need to get this
off my chest.

“
Tuesday at the pool you
came to me,” I say.

“
Yeah.” He arches an eyebrow
as he sits next to me, and I quickly relocate to the other side of
the sectional. If I allow him to put his hands on me, I'm lost.
He's good with his hands. Too good.

“
This place is for my
pleasure. I came here to . . .” I hesitate, a bit disgusted by my
own words. “I came here to sleep with men.”

“
Then why are we wasting our
time talking?”

“
You kissed me at the
pool.”

“
Were you going to sleep
with him?” there's a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

“
What if I was?” I cross my
arms over my chest, allowing myself to sound angry.

“
I don't want that,” his
tone softens.

“
Why not? That's what I paid
for. The men here are a free for all, are they not?”

He chews his bottom lip, looking
sinfully handsome as he formulates a response. “I'm a jealous man.
I don't like to share.”

“
I don't like to share
either, but you went and fucked your client for that night, and I
didn't say anything about it.”

“
I didn't have a client that
night,” he sighs. “I had the night off.”

“
So are you saying you just
came here to see me?” My heart skips a beat at the
prospect.

“
Yes. I was genuinely
worried about you.”

“
Oh.” I feel like a complete
bitch for saying anything to him. That still doesn't excuse the way
he acted though. “You do have other clients right now?”

“
Is that really what you
want to talk about tonight?”

“
No. Not really. I just want
to understand why you don't want me sleeping with other people when
I'm clearly allowed to.”

“
You're not allowed to.” He
shakes his head.

“
What do you mean I'm not
allowed to?” I crease my eyebrows in confusion.

“
I'm not allowing it. While
you're here, you're mine. And I'm not allowing it.”

“
You don't make those
rules.”

He crosses the distance between us
again, and though my body tenses up, I don't move. He cups my cheek
with his hand, drawing my face towards his. “I don't think you
understand how desperately I want you. When I saw you with him . .
. When I thought about what you might have done with him . . . It
tore me apart. Please tell me you haven't fucked anyone else while
you've been here.”

“
Why does it matter?” I ask,
feeling weak.

“
It matters. I need your
body. I want it to belong to me and only me.”

His warm breath caresses my face before
his lips meet mine. His kiss is earnest and needy, and my body
responds without my consent. How I've missed the feel of those
lips. Being deprived of them is like being deprived of oxygen. His
kiss awakens me, but it also fills me with a strange sense of
sorrow. He's weaving the fantasy again, playing with my
emotions.

“
I don't think I can do this
anymore,” I tell him as our lips break free from each
other.

“
You say that every time I
see you.” He smirks, placing a hand on my inner thigh and rubbing a
tight circle there with his fingertip that's slowly inching closer
towards my sex.

“
I mean it.” I grab his hand
and push it away. “I know what this place is. Everything you say,
it's to build a fantasy for me. I know that's what people come here
for.” I turn from him, gazing out the window at the moonlight. “But
I'm too emotionally fragile for this. I was finally getting fine
with the idea that it's all about sex. But when you came to me on
Tuesday . . . I can't play this emotional ping-pong game. It might
not be real for you, but it's real for me. I can't pick apart lies
from truth. I can't act like what we do doesn't change how I
feel.”

“
Is it so bad for you to
feel something for me?” He brushes my hair behind my
shoulder.

“
Yes, because it's
one-sided. You're going to break me before I leave here, and I
don't mean physically.”

He leans back then, taking in the full
weight of my words. A strange sense of relief rushes through me.
He's finally starting to get it.

“
I want you, Tessa. It
doesn't have to be anymore complicated than that.”

“
Good. If you can promise
that it won't be anymore complicated than that, then I think we can
still do this.”

“
Then let's do this, and
don't worry about anything else, okay?” His fingers whisper across
my shoulder, pinching the strap of my gown and pulling it down.
When I don't pull away, he takes the initiative to move closer,
leaning in to place fluttering kisses on my skin.

It's just sex, I tell myself, craning
my neck for his touch. And it's the best sex I've ever had. If we
just call it what it is, I can get through this. A few more weeks
of pleasure and not having to worry about attachments. We both
acknowledge that it's all fantasy, and everything is
fine.

We spend the next several minutes
undressing each other, and then he leads me into the bedroom where
I tell him to lie down on his back. He thinks I'm going to crawl on
top of him, but then I take his cock into my mouth instead. It
swells from the warm wetness, and I feel my jaw tighten from the
expansion as I begin to slide my mouth up and down his
length.

“
Like that, baby,” he moans,
pulling my long brown hair away from my face so that he can watch
me suck him off. I have a pretty good view as well, his whole naked
body exposed for my pleasure. Thick cock and chiseled abs and firm
chest. It's like something out of a fever dream.

“
You're so good at sucking
cock,” he tells me as I fondle his balls while my mouth sucks on
just the tip, feeling my lips play over his sensitive ridge. I love
his cock. I could suck it all day.

Occasionally, he bucks his hips, but
for the most part, he gives me control. Briefly, I consider telling
him to fuck my face, but I think I'd rather have a nice relaxing
night. If he wants it badly enough, he'll take it. I think he's
pretty attuned to my desires at this point.

“
Put on a condom,” I tell
him as I prepare to ride him like the stallion he is.

“
Fuck yeah,” he whispers,
leaning over to pull a condom from the bedside table
drawer.

I position myself over him and wait,
giving him a good view of my ass. When the condom is in place, I
feel him grab his shaft and point his glans towards my hole. In a
collective effort, we stick him inside of me, and I slide down,
groaning as I take him fully into me.

“
Oh yeah,” I moan as I place
my hands on his muscular thighs and begin to rock my hips, using
him like a human dildo.

My legs are getting a good workout, and
I'm enjoying the sound of his pleasure from behind me. I've
probably gotten more exercise in this last two weeks from fucking
him than I have in the entire month prior to coming to The
Billionaires Club. Working out has never been my thing unless it's
the sexual kind.

“
I've been dreaming of your
pussy all day. But I want to see your face,” he says, and I turn
around to accommodate him.

His eyes are hooded with lust as I
continue to ride him. His hands reach up to grope my breasts,
squeezing them, and I lean down into his touch, letting my hair
fall in his face as I kiss him hungrily. He tugs at my bottom lip
as I pull away, and I squeal in delight, though I'm not sure why. I
just enjoy fucking him. Enjoy him. Love being with him like
this.

He licks his thumb and rubs my clit
while I ride him, driving me closer to the edge. I pick up the
pace, taking him into me with a desperate ferocity. Almost the
second my climax overtakes me, I hear his guttural moan. His full
balls empty into me, and the look on his face is sheer
bliss.

“
Fucking amazing,” he pants
as I collapse on top of him. For once, I'm the breathless one. My
heart is in my throat, threatening to spill out of my mouth. The
scent of sweat and sex is in the air, and it's the sweetest smell
that I can remember.

***

“
So, did you have him?” I
ask Stephanie the next day while we're getting pedicures at the
spa.

Even the spa guys are dreamy, though
they're far too busy with their work for a romp between the sheets.
I also suspect they're gay, but that doesn't stop Stephanie from
blatantly staring at them and bossing them around like God put them
on the planet just to serve her.

“
Have what?” she asks,
distracted by the fact that the guy doing her pedicure accidentally
got some nail polish on her cuticle when she jerked her
foot.

“
Blondie.”

“
I don't have him again
until Sunday,” she says matter-of-factually, scowling at the
aesthetician
as if she
could burn a hole right through him for messing up.

“
No. I mean the other
Blondie. The new maintenance guy.”

“
Oh. Nelson. They're
starting to get a lot of blonde guys around here.” She motions with
her head to the guy doing my toes who happens to be a platinum
blonde. “Call them by their names or I'll get confused,” she sounds
incredibly annoyed, taking out her frustration on me.

“
Well, did you have
him?”

“
He seemed a lot more
interested in you.”

“
You saw what happened with
Anders though.”

“
I did,” her voice raises an
octave in interest, and she finally gives the poor guy at her feet
a break as she turns her attention toward me. “Did you ever find
out what that was all about?”

“
He says he's jealous.” I
make a face, recalling his words.

“
Isn't that a double-edged
sword,” she huffs.

“
That's what I told him. He
sleeps with a different girl every night of the week.”

“
As is his job,” she reminds
me with a curt nod.

“
I told him he has no reason
to be jealous.”

“
He doesn't. Everyone is
here for the same thing.” She stretches out to relax, and the
aesthetician misses his mark again, getting nail polish on the side
of her pinkie toe this time. She shoots straight up in her chair,
causing him to cower away. “Where in the hell did you go to beauty
school, you moron?! I could do a better job myself.”

“
I'm sorry, ma'am. You
moved.” He refuses to look her in the eye as he quickly tries to
wipe off the polish.

“
I didn't move. You're just
bad at your job.”

His cheeks flush red with anger, but he
says nothing more. He knows he's on the losing end and is better
off keeping his mouth shut.

“
I don't understand why he'd
act that way,” I continue the conversation, trying to divert some
of the heat away from the poor guy at Stephanie's feet. “And I
still can't believe that he came all the way out here on his day
off just to check on me.”

“
That is something. Maybe he
actually likes you.” The way she says it is curious, as if she
doesn't quite believe her own words.

“
I doubt that. He doesn't
even really talk to me beyond the sex.”

“
Stranger things have
happened.”

“
I suppose you're right. If
he did like me,” I dare to let myself dream, “this wouldn't be the
type of romance I had hoped for. Gorgeous billionaire who services
women in his free time for charity. Unemployed girl who happened to
get the chance to experience his services. No. That's all
wrong.”