by Salome Fox
“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 in 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 always 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 times. This morning, Frosted Flakes.”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
“That’s adorable.” I smile in spite of myself.
“Why, thank you. What do you like for breakfast?”
“Coffee. With cream and sugar.”
“Noted. I’ll be sure to have that ready for you in the morning. What do you say we get out of here and continue this in a more comfortable room?”
“All right.” I smile. He’s very easy to be with. How is it possible that a man this perfect actually exists in the world? Frosted Flakes? You’ve got to be kidding me. I ignore the nagging voice reminding me that he’s a criminal—and possibly very dangerous.
We stand up and get dressed. Max shows me a door leading to an opulent bathroom and I get myself cleaned up. After, he steers me to a club passageway I’d never known existed to take us directly to an elevator and the rooftop, where his helicopter and pilot were awaiting his arrival. I gulp. I’ve never been in a helicopter before. Seeing my hesitation, Max takes my hand. “I promise it is safe.”
“Okay.”
The view is incredible as we fly over and past the city’s beautiful skyscrapers. It’s a short ride to a high rise condo building with a landing pad on the roof. Minutes later, I’m ensconced in a king-sized bed in the penthouse, naked and covered with sheets that feel like butter.
“Are you hungry?” Max asks. “How about a bubble bath for two with champagne and cheese?”
“Are you for real?” I throw a decorative pillow at his head.
“What?” He grins. “You deserve to be spoiled.”
“That’s true. Yes, that sounds lovely.”
He disappears for a moment and I hear water running and a fridge opening. I climb out of bed to find him and walk into a bathroom the size of a restaurant. There’s a tub with a waterfall quickly filling up with bubbles, hot water and steam.
Max is wearing a white bathrobe and gives me another. I put it on and he hands me a glass of champagne. There are berries and fruit on a platter by the edge of the tub.
“Thank you. You have a refrigerator in your bathroom?”
“It’s convenient. I love taking baths, and I don’t want to bother the cook every time I want a snack in here.”
“Good point.”
He drops his robe and climbs into the tub, closing his eyes. “Join me.”
I set down my champagne flute, remove my robe, and do just that. The water is the perfect temperature, very hot without being painful. The bubbles smell like lemon and vanilla. I take a bite of cheese and have a few raspberries. I should be tired, it’s late, but I’m anything but. It feels like every cell in my body is completely and totally alive. Max slides closer to me in the tub and we kiss. He runs his hands over my breasts unhurriedly. It feels wonderful. Our kiss is passionate, but not frantic like before. He teases my nipples with his fingers, pinching them until they are taut and eager for his tongue. He pulls me on top of him and suckles my right breast, sending heat through my body and into my pussy. Instantly, I’m aching for him again. I feel his cock start to grow hard and I moan in pleasure. He switches to the other breast and I arch my back as he cups my ass with both his hands. In the deep water, I feel weightless as I move against him.
He pulls a washcloth down from the side of the tub and rubs it against my belly. He slides it from front to back against my cunt and ass, cleaning me thoroughly.
“I hope you’re not tired,” he says. “I have plans for you.”
“I’m not tired,” I breathe, getting more excited. I nibble his ear lobe and bite his neck.
He moves forward in the deep tub and turns me around to hug its edge. My ass is out of the water now and he uses his hands to spread my cheeks wide open. As he begins to rim me with his tongue I have to concentrate hard not to come instantly. My eyes roll back in my head as I give into the sensation, letting his tongue become the only thing in my universe. It feels so amazing, his tongue flicking around my most intimate spot, lovingly adoring my tight opening. He uses his fingers to pleasure my clit as his tongue lavishes me. I moan in pleasure and my cunt throbs. His tongue pushes past my muscles and penetrates my anus. I cry out in orgasm, pulsating against his face. After I finish, he raises his body out of water behind me and presses his rock hard erection against my cheek.
“It’s time to get that tight little hole of yours ready for me,” he whispers into my ear. I tremble, both afraid and excited. I’ve never had anal sex before, but I’ve always fantasized about how amazing it would be with a man who knows what he is doing. I trust Max and I am so turned on at the idea of having him this way I’m almost whimpering.
I hear the sound of a cap coming off of a bottle and glance back to see that he’s putting some lube on his long fingers. The next thing I feel makes me want to dissolve into a thousand tiny pieces. He’s sliding one finger into my ass, then another, slowly, slowly getting me ready for his huge cock. He uses his fingers to gently stretch me as I moan, pushing back into him…open, ready. He uses his other hand to rub my clit, casually flicking it to keep me writhing for him.
I can’t even form words; my breathing is coming so hot and heavy. Max removes his fingers from my ass and let his cock tease me. Its head touches my clit and slides past the opening of my cunt, the back and forth friction driving me crazy. He teases me like I’d teased him and I tremble. I start beg, “please, please…”
“Please what, baby?” His voice in my ear is just as ragged and desperate as mine.
“Fuck my ass. Please. Now.”
Max spreads me open again and I felt the head of his slippery lubed cock against my tight opening. I tense a little but he enters me slowly, stretching me as he goes. He cups my breasts and kisses my neck, distracting me from the pain/pleasure as he insistently pushes deeper and deeper, letting me adjust as he presses further in, filling me like I’ve never been filled. “You’re so incredibly tight, baby,” he whispers into my ear.
“I…I’ve never done this before…” I gasp, trying not to resist him as he gets deeper into me.
“You’re doing great. You feel incredible.” He stops for a moment to stroke my swollen clit with one hand and pinch my tits with the other. My cunt keeps aching and throbbing. I can feel every in
ch of him inside me, I’m so tight. So good. I press back against him, taking his whole length inside me. He groans as I squeeze him involuntarily. His balls rest against me as he starts to move a little inside. I quake, loving the sensation of being so full of him.
“How do you feel?” He asks me. His voice wavers; I know he’s holding himself back with all his willpower from tearing me apart.
I can’t find the words to answer him. I moan carnally. He slowly begins moving more roughly inside me, stroking me, filling me with himself. I can’t control my body at all; I feel like an animal, a wild woman. I start pressing my ass against his length harder, squeezing him like I’d fantasized. It’s his turn to moan as his cock fucks my tight ass harder and harder with each thrust.
“Harder!” I scream, surprising myself.
He doesn’t hold back now. He’s slamming into me and I’m matching him thrust for thrust. I’m all sensation now; all pleasure with a little bit of pain. My ass is begging for him, taking him in, asking for more. I can feel another orgasm building in me, a massive wave. I can tell he’s close as well as my pussy quakes and I fall over the edge of my pleasure in spastic jerks around his hardness. My contractions send him over the edge as well and he cries out, the yell ripped out of him. I can feel the hot cum in my ass as he explodes. We’re both breathless, draped over the side of the tub, spent. He pulls out of me and we kiss tenderly, suddenly a bit shy at the power of our passion. I can hardly meet his eyes, but he puts his fingertip on my chin and forces me to look at him. His green eyes are again blackened by his enlarged pupils.
“Have you really never done that before?”
“I really haven’t.”
“How did you like it?”
“When can we do it again?”
He laughs. “Better let your tight little hole rest a bit, naughty girl. We don’t want to break anything.”
“You’re no fun.”
At this, he slides one of his hands up the back of my neck and grabs a hunk of my hair, pulling my head back so he can bite my throat. I playfully splash him and thrust my tits against his chest.
“You’re turning me on again. Let’s dry off and relax a little bit.”
We use the pile of huge fluffy towels and crawl into bed naked once we’re dry. He turns the flat screen television on the wall ahead of us on low and I notice several books on his nightstand, but I can’t see the titles. He’s removed the dust jackets of all of them. I want to ask him what he likes to read, but I’m instantly exhausted. I fall asleep to the flickering blue light of twenty-four hour news.
Chapter 4
When I open my eyes the next morning, I instantly realize two things. One, my nipples are being lavished with attention, making my cunt ache even before I’m fully awake. Two, my wrists are tied to the bed post above my head with the robe belt. My instinct to panic is calmed by Max’s wink and grin, followed by his voice in my ear as he alternately whispers and nibbles on my neck. It sends shivers up and down my skin, puckering my nipples even more. He runs his thumbs over them.
“Relax. I’ll let you go anytime you want. But I thought it might be more fun to keep you in bed for a little while. I didn’t get the proper chance to adore your gorgeous tits last night and I intend to take my time.”
“Don’t you have to work?” I smile.
“Work is for suckers.”
“Hmmm,” I moan in agreement as he begins suckling my nipples. As much as men seem to adore my breasts, very few of them have actually known what to do with them. Max doesn’t have this problem. He is leisurely teasing my nipples, sucking on them and nibbling them with his teeth. I’m so turned on I’m almost panting. Without even thinking about it, I’ve begun wrapping my legs around his body, thrusting my eager pussy up to his waiting hardness. I’m naked except for my open robe. He’s wearing only boxers, and they can barely contain his cock. It makes me happy to see how I turn him on.
He slowly moves his head down my body, trailing kisses along the way. When he reaches my pussy, his tongue is expert and eager. He thrusts it into me and uses the tip to worship my clit. He increases his speed and I can feel my orgasm start to build. He uses his fingers as well, and I’m on fire. There are no thoughts in my mind, just the sensations he’s giving me.
And then he stops.
I open my eyes, disappointed, to see him untying me. I look at him quizzically.
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” he explains gruffly, and I see that the boxers are gone. We are both naked and desperate to fuck. I want him in me, to the hilt, immediately. I roll over onto my stomach and open my legs for him. He puts one hand on my hip and one on my tits and takes me from behind in one hot thrust. We’re both out of control; it’s immediately frenzied and animalistic. I’m pushing into him as hard as he’s fucking me. I make sounds I’ve never made before as he has me, deeper and deeper. My cunt loves it. I start to come, my pussy squeezing him as it releases in crashes and waves of sensation. We both scream together as he comes.
When it’s over, we lay on the bed, spent.
“Leigh, I…” He sounds uncertain. I don’t know what to say. I’ve never experienced anything like I’ve experienced with Max. I don’t want it to end.
I start to laugh. I do that sometimes when I get nervous. “I…I’m sorry,” I sputter. “It’s just…that was so…more than I’ve ever…I don’t know what to say.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy and then starts laughing, too.
“There’s something I have to tell you,” I begin, gaining control of myself. I’ve decided. I’m not going to turn Max over to the authorities behind his back. I’m going to tell him exactly who I am and what I know about his past.
“I already know.”
I gasp. “You do? Then why did you let me come here?” I’m genuinely confused. If Max knows who I really am, he knows I’m a threat to him.
“Interesting choice of words,” he says wryly. We both laugh again, but I arch my eyebrow at him. “I don’t know,” he answers. “Despite your job, I feel like I can trust you.”
“You can’t,” I say playfully. It doesn’t matter that he steals art and jewels for fun. I still have to turn him in. I just didn’t plan on falling in love with him.
“Is that a fact?” He begins caressing my breasts again and I swat at him.
“How did you find out?” I ask.
“I don’t let anyone in my club without a thorough background check. Yours just happens to be more impressive than most. Two false identities? Even I only have one. You make me curious. A gorgeous, brilliant Ph.D. investigator with a sexy kink. You’re quite the package, Leigh Strauss. If that is your real name.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I admit. “And it’s not.”
“So, what are you going to do?” he asks. I get the feeling like it doesn’t matter much what I say; he’s a step ahead of me. I wonder if I still have a job after the way I’ve behaved. Not that it matters too terribly much. I love what I do, but I have two million dollars stashed in a Swiss bank account in case of emergencies.
“Turn you in,” I say. I can’t keep the sadness out of my voice. But I came to the billionaire’s club to do a job. My performing was just a cover. A very enjoyable one.
I couldn’t explain all the sex. I hoped I’d never have to.
“Is there anything I can do to talk you out of that?” He asks. He’s smiling, but I can tell he’s serious. It’s true, from what I’ve spent months learning, that Maximilian Gregory only steals treasure for fun these days. His billionaire’s portfolio is far too vast to rest on the outcome of a heist or two. But it’s also true that he never would have gotten his start in private equity funds if not for his sticky fingers. I could understand why he’d prefer to keep this little pastime of his quiet.
“I doubt it,” I tell him.
He frowns, and then crosses the room to an alcove cove desk. On it is a platter of pastries and coffee. He brings it to me and I eager take a cup.
The coffee has cream a
nd sugar, just like I preferred. I sigh.
“What if I ask you to marry me,” he says casually. “You wouldn’t turn in your own husband, would you?”
I drop the coffee.
Chapter 5
“Don’t decide right away,” he says, “Let me show you the club. You should understand it before you answer.”
“I’m confused,” I admit, making a move to sop up my spilled coffee with a towel. Max stops me. “I’ve seen the club.”
“No,” he pauses. There’s a glint in his eye that I don’t understand. “You haven’t.”
I let Max lead me to a dressing room beyond his luxe bathroom. There’s a tidy stack of clothing on a chair, cashmere sweaters and simple slacks in my size. “Get dressed; we’ll eat a real breakfast there,” he instructs.
I’m momentarily irritated at his assumption that I have nothing else to do today, but his eager expression melts the feeling away.
A half hour later, we’re both showered, dressed, and in the helicopter again. I’m mystified. I thought Max would be angry when the truth about who I am came out. Instead, he wants to marry me.
My stomach is uneasy. I think of all the ways such a union would solve his problems. This isn’t about love, I remind myself. To a man like Maximilian Gregory, a marriage is just another deal. With excellent terms for him. I promise myself to stay on guard, even as I fight the urge to relax and enjoy the spectacular view.
At nine a.m., the club is empty. Only a few staff members scurry about, cleaning and polishing and perfecting. The rooms are uniformly beautiful—impeccably decorated and luscious in their appointments. There’s something about the billionaire’s club that reminds me of a womb. All the carpets are deep, the walls insulated, the curtains thick. You could easily float off to sleep inside, comforted by fire, wine, and peace.
We sit down in a large room I’ve never been in before. Its ceilings are easily thirty feet above us, with intricate skylights creating an atrium in the center. Exotic plants drink up the sunlight streaming in. This is the only space I’ve seen in the club that is full of light and fresh air. The other spaces suggest darkness and history; this, the Garden of Eden.
