Nightclub Sins: A Billionaire Romance Series

by Michelle Love

  “Shit!” I hissed as he’d already gotten me hot and extremely bothered.

  “Yeah, shit.” His eyes never left my mouth as he came closer and closer until our lips barely touched.

  A wave of heat gushed through me, my body shook, and desire took over as he kissed me. We shared a kiss that took me away from everything. People had begun to filter in, and neither of us had even noticed as we held each other and kissed like no one was watching.

  No one seemed to mind though, and we continued on doing that pretty much the rest of the night.

  When all the fun was over, and the club closed after a very successful opening night, we got into the backseat of the car. Max was driving, thank God, so we got to do more than we’d been able to in the crowded club.

  The slit in my dress proved to be a big help, allowing August to get to me quickly. Hiking it up only a little, he pushed the tiny bit of lace that formed the front of my thong to one side before kissing me, licking me, and sucking on my clit.

  It had been too damn long, and he’d been kissing and caressing me so much in the club that I came in what felt like seconds. But that didn’t seem to bother him in the least as he drank me all up.

  “My turn,” I said after I’d caught my breath. I was hungry for his cock and moved around to kneel on the floor as he pulled his cock out for me.

  His hands on the side of my head pulled me to him, and then moved me at a slow pace. The taste of him made me groan the entire time. My tongue ran along the underside of his cock with each stroke I made. The taste of cum leaking from his tip had me growling, ready to drink him down.

  But he pulled my head away, then pushed me to lie on my back on the floor. He was on top of me, tearing my panties off before slamming his cock into me. I gasped with the pleasure and wrapped my legs around him as he pumped his rock-hard dick into me.

  Again, my body had wanted him so badly that it fell apart much too soon—but his had wanted me just as badly, and he came right along with me, filling me with his hot semen.

  The car came to a stop as we tried to catch our breath. “We’re home.” August pulled me up, and we headed inside.

  My heels came off at the door, and he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. “So, this is real? I get to sleep with you?”

  He nodded as he kicked the door closed behind us. “I had the staff move all your clothes into this other closet in here already. All of your personal toiletries have been put into this bathroom, too.”

  “You were pretty damn certain I’d say yes, weren’t you?” I took his handsome face between my palms as I gazed into his hazel eyes.

  “You love me. I knew that. You just needed me to give you a little bit more of myself. So, I figured out how to accomplish that. I’ve got you, baby. I always have. From that first night that I made you mine, I’ve had you. Your heart, and even part of your soul, I think. All I had to do was become more of the man you needed me to be.” He kissed me long and hard before tossing me on the bed. “Now, let’s get rid of these clothes.”

  Chapter 34

  August

  Only one year later, we were back again at Swank—which had become extremely popular—at midnight on New Year’s Eve. I looked over as Tawny came walking toward me, her belly beautifully swollen with a little girl and a white bouquet in her hand.

  It wasn’t the wedding chapel back in our hometown—it was much better than that.

  With Calum as my best man, we stood together watching the woman we both loved walk toward us. We were about to become a real family in Calum’s eyes, and he wanted to be front and center as it happened.

  “Man, Momma’s so bootiful, isn’t she, Dad?” he asked me as awe filled his little voice.

  “She sure is, son.” I patted his head, but couldn’t take my eyes off my bride. “I hope when you grow up you meet a lady as good and pretty as your mother one day.”

  “Me too. You’re lucky, Dad.”

  “And I know it, too.” I held out my hand as her father brought Tawny to me.

  She handed the bouquet to my sister, her matron of honor. Tawny’s smile was wide and happy. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” I rocked on my feet. “You’re up late.”

  She chewed her lower lip as she looked me up and down with her pretty green eyes. “So are you.”

  I eyed her, taking in the pink stain of her lips, wondering how she’d taste after she became mine in name, too. “You want some company?”

  Plump pink lips pulled up to one side as she turned the question back on me. “Why, you want some?”

  “I do want some. I’m heading out to boot camp in the morning, and my mind’s a mess about it.” I took her hand, playing with her fingertips.

  Her lips formed a straight line as she looked into my eyes. “So, you’re really going then?”

  With a nod I went on, “I’m not afraid to fight in this war. But I am afraid I’ll never see home again.”

  At my words, she glanced up at the rising full moon through the skylight we’d built just for this momentous occasion. “If it helps at all, I think you’re a hero, August.”

  “I’m no hero. Not yet anyway. But thanks. And I should tell you since I might never see you again, that I think you’re beautiful. I’ve thought so ever since you turned fifteen. You and I were too far apart in age to ever do anything about that though.”

  Her lips quirked to one side. “Okay, if we’re being honest, then I can tell you that I’ve always thought you were smoking hot.”

  The memory of everything that happened between us during our first time popped into my head, and my cock thumped in my tuxedo pants. “Well, I may never make it back, Tawny.”

  She looked out at her parents and winked at them as she said, “My parents aren’t home. I’m here alone, August.” Our guests laughed knowingly.

  The last line of our little play before the actual vows had me saying, “It would be a one-night thing. You understand that don’t you?”

  Then she shook her head. “No, I don’t understand, and neither do you. This will be an every-night thing and for the rest of our lives.”

  And she’d been right. We’d found our happily ever after.

  The End.

  Nightclub Surprise Extended Epilogue

  Tawny

  Five Years Later…

  “Calum, can you find Tabitha?” Our four-year-old wanted to play hide-and-seek with her older brother, but he wasn’t into it. It didn’t stop her from hiding underneath the coffee table anyway.

  At eleven, Calum wasn’t into playing baby games as he called them. When he looked at me, hazel eyes rolling, I knew he wasn’t about to go along with her. So, I turned my attention to our three-year-old, Cole, to see if he was feeling game. One never knew with the moody little boy. “Cole, can you find your big sissy?”

  I’d interrupted his cartoon time with my question and that earned me a very loud and boisterous, “No!” his absolute favorite word.

  “Okay, so that’s a no-go there.” Looking at the six-month-old baby in my arms, I cooed at Taylor before laying her in the bouncer so I could go find Tabitha. “Let Momma go find your big sissy, Tay-tay.”

  In the last five years, I’d given birth to three more children. August’s dream of having a big family was coming true. And now I finally understood why my sister-in-law Leila had a job outside of the house. Escaping to work was a thing I found I needed, too.

  Of course, I only worked part-time at Cedars-Sinai in the maternity ward. Now that I’d given birth three more times, I was a virtual pro at it and a big help to laboring mothers. I worked the day shifts every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. That’s when Daddy got to take care of this brood he had wanted.

  I had to admit—I loved having a lot of little ones around. They made life more enjoyable. And the making of the little replicants of us with my husband was a thing I found myself craving at times.

  Making babies was a thing we were good at, and all he had to do was give me that look—the one that told me he
wanted to see my belly filled with his child again—and I’d melt into the man.

  His PTSD was still an issue, but one that was being handled as well as it could be. He saw the therapist for the eight-hour sessions, along with a dose of MDMA, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The nighttime medication had worked well, too. No more night episodes had occurred since he started taking it, a thing I was extremely grateful for.

  I had the man I wanted the way I wanted him, snuggling me as I fell asleep each and every night, holding me all night long. Life had been a dream since then.

  But like all dreams, they have to end sometime, and you have to wake up and deal with reality.

  I’d felt something in my left boob that morning. It had started suddenly, and I had a bad feeling about it that lingered in the pit of my stomach.

  My maternal grandmother had passed away from breast cancer when she was thirty, the same age I was. My mother had a cancer scare when she was thirty-two. Hers was caught early. Although the malignancy was only in one of her breasts, she’d had them both removed just to be on the safe side.

  I didn’t want to lose either of mine—I used them to feed our babies, after all. But I’d do whatever I needed to.

  Tabitha shouted, “Come find me, somebody!”

  So, I got back to that and left the internal reverie on the back burner to go find my not-well-hidden little girl. “Let me see…are you behind the sofa?”

  “Nope,” she shouted.

  I walked over to an overstuffed chair. “Could you be hiding behind this big chair?”

  “Uh, uh!” she called out. “Come on, Mommy.”

  Even though I could see her, I continued to walk around the large main living area until I heard the exasperation in her little voice, and then I went to the coffee table and looked underneath it. “Found you!”

  Taking her hand, I helped her out as she moaned, “That took a long time, Mommy.”

  “Maybe you’d like to play with the doll you got for Christmas, instead of playing this game that no one seems to want to play.” I took her over to the toybox and helped her find the doll.

  “Okay.” She took her doll over to the dollhouse her father had built for her.

  The baby fussed a bit, so I went to get her out of the bouncer. Holding Taylor, I looked at each one of my kids and a lump formed in my throat. What would they do without me?

  What would August do without me?

  I didn’t want to think about it, but there it was, staring me in the face. Breast cancer ran in my family, and I had a lump.

  The door opened and in came August. “And how are my little hoodlums this evening?”

  He was fresh in from his therapy session, and I could see the rosy glow on his cheeks. After giving each one of his children a hug, he pulled the baby out of my arms, then kissed me on the lips.

  The soft way he kissed me told me he wanted more. “Hey,” I whispered as his free arm slipped around my waist.

  “Hey. You think you can get Denise to look after the kiddos for…” he cocked his head, thinking about how long he thought it might take. “…an hour?”

  I didn’t have to answer that as our head of housekeeping came into the room. “I heard Mr. Harlow’s voice and thought I’d see if you two needed me to watch the kids for a little while, so you can discuss his therapy session like you normally do?”

  August handed her the baby. “Thank you, Denise.” And with that, he took my hand, leading me out of the room and up to our bedroom.

  August

  Each pregnancy only served to enhance my wife’s curvaceous body. Pushing the shirt back off her shoulders, I looked at her breasts as they spilled out over the cups of her beige bra. My mouth watered to taste them, but Tawny had other ideas.

  Her fingers trailed down my chest before lifting the t-shirt off over my head. Her hands moved across all my muscles as she went to her knees in front of me. In nothing but blue jeans and a bra, she looked gorgeous as her auburn hair fell across her shoulders all the way down to the small of her back.

  She made short work of my jeans, quickly undoing them and pushing them with my boxer briefs to the floor. My cock was hard as a rock. It had been the whole ride home.

  Her hands moved over it skillfully, before licking the tip and taking it into her hot mouth. I gripped her shoulders as she sucked me off. Softly sucking me at first, then playing with my balls as she sucked harder and moved her head faster until I shot hot cum down her throat. “Tawny!” My fingers curled into the soft flesh of her arms as my body tensed with the intense orgasm.

  Once I’d regained my composure, I lifted her up, carrying her over to the bed. Tossing her onto it, I whisked off the rest of her clothes before going down on her wet pussy. Her lips were swollen with arousal and juices had dripped all over her cunt while she was sucking me. I ate her like a ravenous animal that hadn’t eaten for weeks.

  She writhed, wiggling away, making me take her tightly by the hips to keep her still so I could eat that sweet pussy until I was satisfied. Her fingers moved through my hair as she moaned my name over and over.

  It was not every time that our love-making went like this. Tuesdays and Thursdays were a hell of a lot more intense; the MDMA was in my system on those days, taking me to heights I couldn’t get to without it, and I took my wife along for the wild ride.

  I’d never wanted to depend on a drug in my life, but the fact was this one was actually helping me. I knew I wouldn’t use it forever. As a matter of fact, next week would see me going down to only one therapy session a week. The plan was to get down to a once-a-month regime. I was getting there.

  I hadn’t had a single episode in over a year, and the nighttime episodes went away with my use of a nighttime sleep aid. Thank God.

  Tawny’s moans became continuous; her legs tightened around my head as she arched up, screaming, “August! Yes!” Sweet, hot cum leaked out of her, and I thrust my tongue into her to drink the nectar she’d given to me.

  With her pussy still pulsing, I flipped her onto her stomach, keeping her flat on the bed. Sliding up her on top of her body, I pushed my cock into her, loving the way her cunt convulsed around my hard cock.

  Taking one of her hands, I laced our fingers together, and by pushing our clasped hands up the bed, I lengthened our bodies. Moving inside of her, I made the front of her body rub against the bed, stimulating her clit.

  She purred and whimpered as I made slow and easy movements. Moving my free hand around, I cupped her tit, massaging it. I felt Tawny tense up. She put her hand over mine, pushing it to her waist. “Um…stroke my waist, baby.”

  I ran my fingertips up and down her waist instead. The soft moans she made told me she liked it, so I kept it up. Tawny was always receptive to me, day or night, and this wasn’t any different.

  Moving my body back and forth, her clit rubbing against the sheet had her screaming my name in no time. I let her go on that journey alone, keeping it up until her walls had stopped squeezing my cock.

  Pulling out of her, I turned her over; the panting she was doing had her breasts heaving in waves. I ran my hands over her voluptuous tits, loving the way they felt in my hands. She took ahold of both my hands, pulling them up and kissing my knuckles. “I want you back inside of me.”

  Not one to leave her hanging, I pushed her legs together before thrusting my cock into her. Laying in a planking position, I used my pubic bone to grind against her clit as I fucked her soaked pussy. “You like that, baby? You like my fat cock filling your tight hole, fucking you until you scream my name?”

  “God, yes,” she moaned as she looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. The fact that my wife of five years still lusted after me was a powerful drug.

  I took her mouth with a hard kiss as I moved my body up and down, instead of pulling my cock in and out of her. This time, when she plunged over the edge, I was helpless to stop my own orgasm.

  Our bodies were wet with sweat, our breathing was ragged, and I fell on top of her, letting my weight settle on her
. She loved it when I did that—told me it made her feel even more like a part of me.

  But as we laid there, chest to chest. I felt something odd.

  A knot.

  Had the sheet gotten twisted between us somehow and I hadn’t noticed?

  I rolled off her, running my hand over the place I’d felt the knot and there it was. There was no sheet twisted on my wife’s body—there was a knot in her left breast.

  “Baby, did you notice this?” I leaned up on my elbow, looking down at her.

  Her lower lip pulled between her teeth, Tawny’s eyes shone with unshed tears. She nodded and burst into tears.

  Tawny

  Being a nurse and having the kind of medical knowledge most don’t have can have its drawbacks. Average people who get cancer don’t know for certain they have it until a doctor reads the test results.

  I wasn’t that lucky. I saw the mammogram; I saw the lump; I saw the way it was shaped; and I knew it had grown far too fast to be benign.

  So, when the doctor met August and me in his office, I already knew what he would tell me. “Tawny, it seems you’ve got a malignant tumor in your left breast. Now, we’ll need to do a complete body scan using a CT scanner to see if this cancer has metastasized to any other parts of your body.”

  All I could do was nod as August wrapped his arm around me even tighter, kissing the side of my head.

  “Okay,” August asked, “How soon can we get that done?”

  “Today, if Tawny can get over to the hospital to get it done. As a nurse working there, she’ll get in very quickly.” The doctor patted me on the knee as if that would comfort me at all. “I know this seems grim, but there are worse cancers to get, Tawny.”

  Again, all I could manage to do was nod. I knew I would just sob if I opened my mouth. Thankfully, August again spoke for me, “If you could give us a moment, I think I can help her take this in, and then we’ll pick up the paperwork, and I’ll take her to get the CT scan done. Thanks, Doc.”