The Billionaire’s Lighthouse Series: A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Romance

by Michelle Love

  I look at him in confusion then find his body pinning mine to the wall and his mouth takes mine in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had. My arms run around him with an instinctive action I’ve never had before.

  I wrap my legs around him as he picks me up and grinds into my core. Our tongues mingle like old friends and my body heats with how good his feels pressing against it.

  This is sudden and so not right but, damn it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. The sound of the elevator stopping on the top floor, his floor with his penthouse on it, the one where we’ll be all alone, has my insides quivering with a want they’ve never had before.

  Pulling my mouth away and my legs off his waist, I look into his eyes which have gone dark with what I believe is lust. “Whoa, I guess the act got away from us, huh?”

  “Who’s acting?” he says then his mouth is back on mine and taking me back to the place his kiss took me before, nearly to Heaven, I think.

  Even though the doors of the elevator have opened, we’re still in it. Then he’s got me up in his arms, his hands around my ass, lifting me to wrap my legs around him again as he kisses me all the way to his door.

  Placing me on the floor he stops the kiss and leans his forehead against mine. “I don’t want my maid to get the wrong idea about you. I know you’re not a tramp. I don’t want anyone to look at you like you’re one.”

  His fingers move over my lips then his hands move around my ass, smoothing out the bottom of the short dress. “What the hell is happening here?” I ask.

  “Not sure. But I’m about to tell my maid a huge lie. She’s not a good liar so we have to tell her we’re married too or she’ll never be able to speak to Meagan again,” he says. “Are you okay with this?”

  His hands move over my shoulders as he looks at me with concern in his eyes. “What is this, Zane?”

  “This is a huge lie. I’ll compensate you for it. Don’t worry.”

  Funny. That makes me mad, not worried!

  Chapter 8

  ZANE

  “Compensate me?” Elizabeth says with a low voice, even toned with an edge of pissed to it.

  “You seem mad,” I say as I wait to open the door to my penthouse. I can’t go inside and deliver this news if she’s not going to do this.

  “I don’t want your money, Zane. I don’t know exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into with that woman but this isn’t a thing that can go on and on. You do realize that, don’t you?” Her eyes are twinkling with her angry edge and it’s crazy how much I like that look.

  “We’ll figure that out as we go along. Don’t worry. And you said you’re just a waitress. You don’t have anything making it necessary for you to get back home, do you? A cat perhaps?” I ask as I search her eyes again.

  “I didn’t come here to stay,” she says then her arms cross over her chest and I see the whole mood is blown.

  “Look, we’ll hammer out the details later. We do have reservations and I need to change so just go along with me as I tell my maid the news.” Taking her hand, I open the door and pull her inside.

  “Wow!” she murmurs. “This is even nicer than the suite I’m in. What’s it like to always live this way?”

  “It’s life,” I say as I pull her along with me, making my way to the bedroom. “Lois?”

  “Here I am, Mr. White,” she says as she bustles out of the kitchen. She stops as she sees Elizabeth. “Oh, hello, miss.”

  “Missus,” I correct her.

  She looks at our clasped hands and I let Elizabeth’s hand go and wrap my arm around her shoulders. Lois’s eyes go wide as I do and she says, “Missus what?”

  “Mrs. White,” I say and watch her expression go from surprised to confused. Thoroughly, confused. “She and I were married in Vegas a couple of days ago. During your days off. She just came in from her hometown. This is my wife, Elizabeth.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Lois,” Elizabeth says as she extends her hand.

  Lois shakes it and looks back and forth at us then her face splits into a smile. “You’re joking! Is it April Fool’s.” She shakes her head. “No, it’s not April, it’s July. What are you doing, you silly man?”

  “It’s real, Lois. I took your advice and got married. She and I met when I went to look at a property in Chesapeake City, Rhode Island a month ago. I didn’t tell anyone but we’ve been talking all this time and secretly meeting. I asked her to marry me and she accepted only a couple of days ago.”

  She seems stunned and backs up to sit in the chair behind her. “I’m sorry, I feel like I don’t even know you.”

  Elizabeth gives me a frown. “You should get changed, don’t you think?”

  Taking her with me, I head toward the bedroom and find Elizabeth looking back at Lois over her shoulder. “I know she looks frazzled,” I say.

  “No, not frazzled,” she says as she looks at me. “She looks upset. This isn’t a nice thing to do to her.”

  Into my bedroom, I go and close the door behind us. Taking advantage of the closed door and her back near it, I press myself against her and take a loose curl and twirl it around my finger. “Don’t worry about her. So, where were we.”

  Pressing my lips to hers, I feel the same strange feeling zip through my body. It’s an electric heat I’ve never felt before and I don’t know if I can stop kissing her.

  Her hands move up my back and then she’s holding my shoulders, pulling me even closer to her. One foot runs up the back of my leg and I moan.

  I’m not a moaner. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.

  The way she’s kissing me back has me thinking she feels this too. I pull back and find her eyes closed and her breathing hard. “Tell me you feel this too, Elizabeth.”

  Her eyes open and shimmer as she asks, “What is it you feel?”

  “Liquid heat moving through me like lightning,” I say in a vague attempt to explain how she’s making me feel.

  She nods. “Yes, pretty much the same thing. What is this?”

  “The most attraction I’ve ever felt for anyone in my life,” I say and go to take her sweet mouth again.

  Her finger to my lips stops me. “You should change and we should go eat. I had three drinks already and I think maybe I’m plastered and just don’t realize it yet.”

  Letting her go, I turn away from her. Her thinking she’s only into me because she’s drunk pisses me off. “You aren’t plastered, Elizabeth. Damn!”

  “Well, I can’t explain it any other way. This is happening too fast. Can’t you see that? I mean this whole thing is way too fast. I’m not even a woman you should be with. I’m a nobody and you’re stinking rich for Heaven’s sakes. I’m the one who’s going to get hurt here. You need to reign this in, Zane.”

  “Me?” I ask as I pull my shirt off. Then I see her eyes on my body.

  Her mouth hangs loose then she licks her lips and moves her hands up her body. She can’t stop looking at me and I’m loving it. “You work out, huh?”

  “Yes, don’t you remember us talking about that earlier today?” I ask then laugh. “Would you like to feel them?” I flex my pecs then my abs and watch her lean back on the door.

  “I shouldn’t,” she says then her eyes move to mine. “I’m not that kind of a woman. Not right away, anyway. Get dressed, you’re very distracting.”

  Instead of putting on another shirt, I make my way to her. She stands still, mesmerized by my upper torso and if she’s this impressed with this part of my body the next section is going to really send her libido through the roof.

  Taking one of her hands, I run it over my pecs. Her smooth palm flows over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in its path. “You have no idea how badly I want to skip dinner and take you straight to that bed over there, Elizabeth.”

  I move her hand down, over my abs and she moans. “You feel amazing.” Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she lets me take her hand all the way down to my waiting erection that’s been craving her touch.

  Now
it’s me who’s moaning and she looks up at me with that lip still between her teeth and I can’t help myself. Leaning in, I take her lower lip with my teeth and tug it gently. Her tongue darts out and runs over my top lip.

  Our mouths mingle as I pull her up and carry her to my bed. I have no idea how I’m going to make it through an entire dinner until I have felt her body against mine.

  Laying her on the bed, I gaze at her as she lies, propped up on my pillows. Then I make a confession to her. “I’ve never had a woman in here.”

  “I don’t believe you,” she says as her eyes go wide. “You don’t have to lie to me.” Then she sits up and looks deeply into my eyes. “My God! Your nothing but lies, aren’t you?”

  “What?” I ask as I feel as if she’s just punched me in the stomach. “I’m not a liar. This is just about the first lie I’ve ever told and I did it for my sanity. I’ve had little time for women in my life. So when I’ve had sex with one, I most often did that at their places so I could leave and not have to deal with them.”

  “Wow!” she says as she moves to get off the bed. “What a jackass, you are!”

  “You’ve called me a son of a bitch and a jackass, all in the matter of one day. People don’t speak to me that way. Not ever!” I say as she gets off the bed.

  “Let’s go to dinner. Get dressed. I have things to think about and I need my wits about me. You do something to my brain I need to figure out how to stop.”

  Why does this need to stop? I really like this, whatever it is.

  Well, I like the parts where she’s not calling me names, anyway!

  To be continued….

  The Billionaire’s Lighthouse Series

  A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Romance

  Book 3

  Her Vengeance

  By Michelle Love

  Description

  Lust. Passion. Revenge.

  With a weekend of pretending to be married with none of the benefits, Zane’s lust for Elizabeth is growing by leaps and bounds but she’s not about to give into him until she’s sure about what she feels for him.

  Zane’s decided to use their phony marriage to help him gain even more as he has wanted to buy out a toy making company that wouldn’t consider selling to him because of his bachelor status.

  Things seem to be going his way with the owner of the toy company and Elizabeth until Meagan appears and tries to ruin everything.

  Will her vengefulness be the end of any hopeZane had to acquire the toy company? Will he come clean about his lie or will he hold onto it so he can hold onto Elizabeth?

  Chapter 1

  ELIZABETH

  “Let’s go to dinner. Get dressed. I have things to think about and I need my wits about me. You do something to my brain I need to figure out how to stop.” I say to him as I walk to the bathroom attached to his bedroom to fix my makeup and hair, his pawing has surely messed up somewhat.

  Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror I see they used some stout products on both my hair and face as neither is messed up in the least. Then Zane’s hulking body moves in behind me, wearing only his underwear. “I need a quick shower. Care to give me a hand, honey?”

  Looking at him through the mirror I shoot the finger at him and stick out my tongue. “You aren’t going to get to me, Zane White. I’m not that kind of a woman. I have to have real feelings for a man before I go that far with him. Sorry. Looks like you might have picked the wrong fake wife, darling.”

  His fingers move inside the waistband of his dark blue underwear and I spin around to leave the bathroom before I see more than I’m ready for. Moving past him, he chuckles as I cover my eyes and flee from him and what I’m sure is one hell of a male appendage.

  “You’re missing out,” he calls out after me as I go into his bedroom and grab the television remote to turn it on and give my brain a break from thinking about the gorgeous man.

  Zane White is a magnificent looking man. He’s tall, handsome to the point I think he’s prettier than I am. His muscles have muscles and he exudes sexiness. All that said, I don’t know the man at all yet and he’s insane if he thinks his sweet kiss that sends chills and heat through me simultaneously is going to get me spread-eagle in his bed panting for him to make me his.

  I’m just not that shallow!

  While I act though, I also start to get hungry as hell. I haven’t eaten anything all day except two of those cracker things that nice waitress gave me a little while ago in the bar. The alcohol has all but burned off with the steamy kisses Zane’s laid on me.

  My lips still tingle and my heart is sputtering but I’m a woman with strong moral fiber. I can hold onto the gift that is mine to give. And I’m not about to give it to some man who may or may not be a humongous liar who will only leave me hurting like I never have before.

  Zane’s too cool, too classy, too rich, and I’m positive he’s too good a lover for it not to hurt when he gets tired of me or this act or whatever might happen. There’s a feeling with him I’ve never gotten with anyone before but that alone is just not enough to go hog wild with him.

  The sound of the bathroom door opening has me turning back to see him without me even thinking about it. I take in a breath sharply as I see him wearing a white towel around his waist while drying his dark hair with another one. The smell that comes billowing out with him is pure man. A musky leathery smell fills the air and it makes me smile.

  “You sure you won’t take me up on my offer to skip dinner and hit the sheets with me?” he asks with a grin.

  “I’m sure. And hurry up. I’m about to starve to death over here.” I turn back to the TV and will my heart to beat in a normal pattern instead of all over the place like his appearance has it now. The man is built like a sexual machine. My God what it must be like with him!

  Fanning myself, I see he’s caught my action and is chuckling again. “You know if you’d just give in, that sexually frustrated heat you have going on would go away.”

  I keep my back to him as I know the man is getting dressed with me right here in the same damn room and he wants me to get a gander of what is most likely a remarkable penis, in hopes I’ll go crazy and jump his bones right now. But I’m not going to be doing that so I stare at the television.

  “Zane, I’m sure women give into you right away all the time and I’m not trashing them or their slutty ways but I’m not that way. I’m protective of my heart and all the things that go along with it. I hope I can count on you to act like a gentleman this evening and stop this sexual harassment.”

  A black shoe moves in next to me and I move my eyes up his leg slowly so I don’t catch him tucking himself in or something like that. “Harassment?” he asks. “Is that what you’ve felt when I kissed you, harassed?” The smile on his handsome face lets me know he thinks there is no way I found that harassing in the least.

  I’m struck dumb as I really don’t know what to say to that. Did I enjoy those hot kisses? Well, yes, of course. Who wouldn’t completely love a hot, wet, deep, sensuous kiss?

  As my eyes go all the way up, I see he’s fully dressed and turning away from me to go back into the bathroom. “You should come up with a different word to describe what you feel when I kiss you, Elizabeth. Harassed is far from being close to the word to describe it.”

  Why do I feel like a little mouse he’s toying with?

  “You’re very full of yourself,” I say as I get off the end of the bed I seem to have sat down on as I stared a whole into the television but for the life of me can’t recall a single image I’ve seen on it.

  The only image I can recall is his face looking at me and grinning with a sexy grin that made me think bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts.

  With his hair brushed neatly, he comes out of the bathroom and offers me his arm as he strolls up to me. “Let’s go get you something to eat, wife. A good husband always makes sure his wife is well fed.”

  “I’m not a pet and I’m also not your wife. So when we’re not around your maid or that
other woman, you can drop the act.” I take his arm and kind of hate that it makes me feel kind of safe and cared for.

  Damn, great smelling, great looking, sexy as shit man!

  Chapter 2

  ZANE

  Elizabeth isn’t exactly jumping through hoops for me like most women do. I kind of hate it!

  The maître’ d’ is leading us to our table. We arrived, ten minutes late for the reservation. Watching Elizabeth’s eyes roam all over The Rose Club, one of The Plaza’s best restaurants, I feel delight spreading through me with a warm sensation as she seems very impressed.

  “This place is amazing,” she whispers to me as if it’s a big secret.

  “It’s nice. There are nicer ones. Maybe one evening, if you’re very good, I’ll take you to another one.” I chuckle as I move my hand from the small of her back, around to rest it on her hip. I love the roundness of it and wish like hell she’d give up this hard to get thing she’s got going on.

  Her head turns to look at my hand and she sighs. “I think you’re the one who needs to be good, Zane.”

  “I am good,” I whisper in her ear then blow a puff of air behind it. “You should let me show you.”

  Her body tenses for only a second then she moves away from me as we’ve reached our table and she’s made her way quickly into her chair. “How comfortable,” she says as she wiggles her ass on the cushioned chair. “Everything here is just so comfy. I love it!” She clasps her hands and smiles at the man who seated us.

  He’s a stoic gentleman who gives her a nod in return. “Your waiter will be with you straight away. We, here at The Rose Club, hope you enjoy your evening with us. The Avalon Jazz Band is providing this evening’s entertainment.”

  I watch Elizabeth’s mouth open to say something to the man but he turns before she can. Running my hand over her thigh, I lean in and whisper, “He’s not into talking with the guests very much. People have their little roles in New York fine dining establishments. If you want to talk to someone, talk to me. I’m dying to hear all about you.”