Too Curious Complete Series (Books 1-5) Box Set Romance Series: (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Series)

by Brooke Kinsley

"Ok, calm down a minute," he smiled. "What about that singer you always listen to. The girl who's always heartbroken and writes a new song every week about a new guy that's always a total bastard."

  "Lulu Gobado!"

  "Yeah... Her."

  "You could get her?"

  "I told you. I can do anything."

  I took in a sharp inhale of breath and for a second and thought I'd never breathe again.

  "I would just die if I ever met her," I gasped.

  "Ok, well don't do that, but I'll make a few calls and see what I can do. We may have to fly her over from wherever she is right now. I doubt she's just sitting in her house waiting for me to call."

  Flying out a celebrity on a whim just to sign my arm... No one was ever going to believe this.

  "Do you do stuff like this often?"

  "What? Pay celebrities to do weird things? I sure have," he smirked.

  "Shut up!"

  "I keep telling you. I can do anything!"

  Slamming down my glass on the ground, I spun round in my chair and grabbed his shoulder with my good arm.

  "Tell me everything."

  He laughed and jokingly pushed me away.

  "Hey, I'm allowed to have some secrets, aren't I?"

  "What secrets? You haven't paid famous people to do super weird stuff, have you?"

  "Maybe."

  He tapped the side of his nose.

  "No way! I don't believe you."

  "Hey... You don't have to believe me."

  "Can I at least get a name?"

  "Nope."

  "Come on!"

  He shrugged and raised his hands as a sign of innocence.

  "I'm sworn to secrecy. A gentleman never tells."

  "You're an asshole, Trevor."

  I sank back into the lounger and took a long gulp of my mojito, my head spinning with a thousand sordid scenarios involving Trevor, an exorbitant amount of cash and a myriad of pop stars.

  "Are you mad at me?"

  He poked me in the belly.

  "No. I mean,maybe,” I pouted.

  "Aw, come on. What have I done?"

  He slid off his lounger and knelt down beside me, his perfectly ironed, black suit trousers pressing into the pure, white marble. Gliding a hand across my waist, he bent down and kissed my bare stomach. He knew how much I liked it, knew where all my special, sensitive spots were.

  "Don't be mad at me," he whispered.

  He kissed lower as he pushed his fingers down inside my bikini bottoms.

  "Trevor! Not out here, someone might see!"

  "Shhh... We've never done it outside and who cares if someone sees? This is my house, isn't it?"

  "What about that boy?"

  "What, Tony? Who cares about him?"

  He kissed me again, sending all the tiny hairs on my body on end.

  "Wait…”

  Trevor suddenly stopped and sat up.

  “Do you want him to watch? I can get him out here if you want.”

  "No!" I squealed.

  “Are you sure?”

  He eased his fingers inside me and I let out a long exhale, sinking further and further down until my legs were spread wide open and my toes were feeling the cold, poolside floor.

  "Baby..." I whispered. "Just there, right there, like that."

  Then he slid my bottoms down my legs until they were draped around one ankle.

  "Perfect pussy," he whispered to himself. "I could never get tired of it."

  Burying his head between my legs, he started to suck, his tongue lapping at my clitoris as his lips caressed me.

  "Oh, fuck, Trevor. That's so good."

  He eased off and began to kiss me softer until his lips were as light as a feather on my wetness. I held my breath, arched my back and gripped his hair as I pushed his head into me.

  "Harder!"

  But he continued to kiss me softly, his lips like gossamer on my skin.

  "Stop being such a tease, Trevor!"

  Stopping for a moment, he looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

  "You want me to suck harder?" he asked.

  I nodded and chewed down on my bottom lip.

  "Yes!"

  His eyes lingered on mine for a second then he dipped back down once again and wrapped his lips around me, sucking as hard as he could as his tongue darted back and forth across my clitoris. I reached an instant climax, my legs thrashing as he tried to hold my body down.

  "Fuck!" I screamed.

  But he wouldn't stop. He continued to lick and suck until I came again, then again, and when my body could take no more and I was too sensitized to be touched, I pushed him off me and lay back panting as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight.

  "Fuck... Oh, my God... Fuck..."

  He smiled and lay beside me. I rested my head on his shoulder and winced at the pain that shot through my arm.

  "It's your turn," I said with the words coming out of me in little more than a whisper.

  He was already erect, his length ready to spring out the moment I pulled down his zipper. I took him in my hand and massaged the shaft, watching as his eyes closed and his hips began to move.

  "Faster, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear.

  Leaning over, I took him in my mouth, loving the smell and taste of his sex. I could taste his pre-cum and its sweet saltiness. I could feel his veins against my tongue, feel the way his cock throbbed between my lips. Sucking hard, making sure not to miss a single inch, I held his balls in my hand and pulled at them ever so gently. He let out a groan and stroked the hair away from my eyes.

  "Oh... Yeah. Keep going, just like that."

  Sliding down so far until I could feel his head hit the back of my throat, I held my breath and pushed him all the way in. His thighs began to tremble at the sensation and he groaned louder. He started to ride my face, driving himself down, further and further into my throat until great, long big strands of saliva were falling down my chin. But I wanted to please him, wanted to taste and feel every part of him. It was making me wet again just to hear him reach orgasm and he pulled out as he came, spraying my face and neck as he ejaculated. Licking my lips, I laughed and wiped it off my cheeks, watching the last drops of his semen hang from the tip of his penis.

  "I'm not finished," he said. "Bend over."

  Turning around, I pushed my ass up to him and he took my hips in his strong hands as he slid inside me. He was grunting as he fucked me, the sound of him slapping against me making me hornier.

  "Yeah, baby. Harder, harder!"

  He was coming again. I could feel it in the way he was starting to shake, could sense it from the way his grip on became tighter, then tighter still until his nails were in my sides.

  "Fuck!"

  His voice was so loud it was almost a roar. Collapsing forward onto me, his kissed my back, stroked my hair and held me tight. Looking up, I saw the balcony doors were open. For a fleeting moment, I was sure I saw a figure lurking in the shadows. I saw the waistcoat, the shine of the polished leather shoes.

  "Kiss me," Trevor demanded.

  When I looked back up, Tony was gone.

  Chapter Two

  "Tammy?"

  "I'll be down in a minute!" I called down the stairs.

  "You've been saying that for ages!"

  "Literally, just another minute."

  Looking back in the mirror, I looked at the plaster cast. No matter what I wore it stood out, large and obvious on me like part of my body was made of stone. Wrapping a pashmina around it, I guessed it would have to do. I slipped on a pair of sapphire blue heels, the diamond on the strap sparkling as I stepped into them. They matched my dress perfectly and it was time to go. Trevor had been telling me for days that he couldn't wait to visit the country club, the one where he spent so many summers as a boy. It made me think of old movies and stuffy men with sweaters draped around their necks as they played golf. But he assured me it wasn't like that anymore. It was more of a retreat where you could sip cocktails and mingle.

>   "Don't worry. There'll be loads of people there you can hang out with."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Positive," he assured me. "There won't be a pair of Argyle socks in sight."

  I stepped out the bedroom and lingered on the landing for a moment. Looking down over the banister, I saw Trevor standing at the front door, his eyes on his watch as he looked impeccably suave. He always wore suits, even when he was being casual. It was something that I loved about him. Suits, to girls like me are what stockings and suspenders are to men like him. There's nothing that turns me on more than a dominant man in a fine suit with a dazzling watch and slicked hair.

  "You can't hold authority over anyone in board shorts and sneakers," he once told me.

  The thought of seeing him dressed the same as everyone else almost made me laugh. I couldn't imagine him in sweat pants or jeans. It would make him look normal somehow, as though he was one of us mortals. Sensing I was staring at him, he looked up and caught me peeking over the banister.

  "Are you coming or are you just going to keep spying on me like the world's worst ninja?"

  "I might stay up here a while longer," I joked.

  "You better not. I'm starving."

  "Fine, I'm coming."

  I placed my foot on the top step and rested for a second. These stairs always freaked me out. They seemed to go on forever, seemed to spiral around and around, stretching out for miles until they reached the echoic chamber of the pillared hall below. I never was good with heights and developed vertigo at the drop of a hat. Now, looking down as I teetered in my heels, I imagined tumbling down and down, my silk dress tumbling after me as I fell. It seemed like a suitably dramatic death for an equally dramatic house. It seemed like a scene from an old, Gothic horror movie, one where an impossibly beautiful siren fluttered down the steps in a fur lined nightgown.

  "What are you doing up there?" Trevor called.

  "I'm coming!" I shouted and gripped a hold of the mahogany railing.

  A few moments later, after I didn't die descending the stairs, we were in the limousine driving through the clean streets of the city.

  "This place is unreal," I said as a red Lamborghini sped past, its engine rumbling through the tarmac. "It's nothing like New York. Everything's so fresh and white!"

  I slid down the window and let the breeze billow through my hair. Some teenage girls walking along the sidewalk noticed me and gawped, one of them waving to me as though she thought I was famous.

  "I knew you'd like it here," he said. "It's beautiful, isn't it? I have so many happy memories here."

  At last, the city seemed to dissolve as the tall, apartment blocks gave way to an increasing amount of palm trees until there were no buildings at all and we were in the middle of nowhere.

  "Nearly there," he said as he squeezed my hand.

  He seemed genuinely excited, like a child on their way to Disneyland. Weren't country clubs supposed to be boring places where old couples played tennis while simultaneously being shit-faced on mimosas? Wasn't it where business deals were made while the wives nibbled on cucumber sandwiches?

  "Penny for your thoughts?" Trevor asked.

  "Oh... nothing."

  He raised his eyebrows.

  "Come closer," he said, patting the seat beside him.

  Sliding over, I nuzzled into his neck and he stroked my sides. As he leaned in to kiss me, he pushed his hand in between my legs.

  "Trevor!"

  "Shhhh..."

  He started to massage me gently.

  "I want to be able to smell you all day."

  He pushed his fingers inside me, kissed me hard and biting down on my lower lip teasingly.

  "Uuuuhhhh.... You know just how to do it."

  He thrust into me faster as he became hard. I ran a hand over the bump in his pants and kissed his neck.

  "You're so wet," he whispered.

  "I'm coming," I replied. "Just another second and..."

  I reached a hard and fast climax, as I clenched down on his fingers. The car began to slow to a crawl, the tires crackling on the gravel as we turned a corner. I was still shaking when it braked outside the large, white house. The driver moved around to the side and opened the door just as Trevor pulled out of me. I was still gasping as I stepped out.

  "Thanks, buddy," Trevor said as he tipped the driver fifty dollars, handing over the note with his still wet fingers.

  Linking my arm in his, he guided me inside, my legs weak and shaky as I walked.

  "I feel like everyone's staring at me. They all know what we just did. I can tell, they all know you just finger fucked me in the back of the limo."

  "Language, Tammy," he said with a wry smile.

  Walking through the lobby, I knew I wasn't imagining it. Everyone was staring at us but that was no surprise. Trevor was the most handsome man in here, not to mention the richest. The staff were falling over themselves to please him, doing everything they could to ensure he had anything he wanted. After being led through to the dining room by a redhead with a smile that looked as though it was stapled on, we were sat at a table by the window. Looking out, I could see the pool with the tennis courts behind it.

  A young couple was swatting a ball back and forth across the court, their smiles wide as they practically danced with their rackets. They didn't look real somehow. They were more like models or actors who were playing the role of the perfect couple. I could hear their laughter through the window and it annoyed me.

  "What's up?" Trevor asked as he took my hand.

  "Nothing."

  "What are you looking at?"

  He leaned over to see my point of view and noticed the couple leaping about without dropping a bead of sweat, their designer sportswear still immaculate on their perfect, tanned bodies.

  "Surgery," he said.

  "Eh?"

  "Penelope, her name is, and she's had a fuck load of surgery. Trust me, I know her."

  "How... do you know her?"

  I was almost too afraid to ask.

  "She was engaged to a buddy of mine."

  We watched her for a moment as she rested beside the net. She sipped elegantly on a bottle of water, her hair looking like plastic as it rested on her head without a single strand falling loose.

  "Yep... She's had everything done. Maybe one day she'll get a heart implant."

  He looked annoyed as he watched her giggle and pick up a towel to gently dab at the back of her head. I wanted to ask him why he seemed to hate her so much but before I could open my mouth, there was the boom of the door slamming open and the loud, drunken voices of half a dozen men.

  "Trevor!"

  Spinning round, I saw a group of young guys, all dressed beyond their years in blazers and loafers. They were the men you were warned about... the ones that grew up to be bankers.

  "Oliver! Jesus, I haven't seen you in ages."

  Trevor jumped up and gave the tallest one a weird handshake that looked as though it had been rehearsed. Meanwhile, the others were all jostling into place, eager to get a chance to shake hands with the billionaire.

  "Tammy, this is Oliver. We grew up together. I knew I'd see him here!"

  "Nice to meet you," I gave a polite wiggle of my fingers.

  "Ah, Trevor, they get better every week," Oliver winked.

  I cringed and watched the ongoing camaraderie through the veil of my hair. Oliver didn't wear socks. It was one of those rich kids' fashions that always made me a little nauseous. He was running a hand through his platinum, blonde hair, mimicking Trevor's actions. His face was red and ruddy as though he'd had his cheeks scrubbed by his nanny before he was spit polished and sent out the door. I despised boys like Oliver. Trevor noticed my little sulk and brushed the hair off my face.

  "Hey, sweety. You don't mind if I join these fellas outside for a cigar, do you?"

  "No... Of course not."

  "I won't be long. I'd invite you but I can't say you'd be thrilled at having to listen to our boys' banter."

 
He gave me an apologetic look as he left but I understood, he had to be with his old buddies. As I watched them leave out the side door, they swaggered past the tennis court in front of me. Trevor blew me a kiss as he walked and I blew one back.

  Now alone at the table, I looked around at the other people in the room. They all sat with a look of superiority on their faces making me feel hideously out of place. In the corner sat a group of woman in their thirties, all plastic faces and fake smiles. Every few seconds I'd catch them looking over at me, before sniggering and shying away. I couldn't help but notice there was one woman who wasn't joining in their fun. She had dark hair, so dark it shimmered raven blue and fell down in front of her eyes. She flicked it away and sighed from her obvious boredom of the conversation. She wasn't dressed like the others either. She wore a crisp, white shirt buttoned up to her chin and no makeup. Her eyes met mine and she gave me a cheeky smile and a nod before turning back to her friends and huffing once again.

  To my right an old man in a tweed suit and a cap was sat by the fireplace, his socks matching the carpet and his cheeks matching his red cravat. He was reading the paper and grumbling to himself every now and again, obviously disgusted with everything in the modern world. He pulled out a pipe as he turned the page and set about lighting it. The smiley redhead returned as though she had just emerged from the ether.

  "I'm sorry, sir but smoking is not permitted in here."

  "What? I'll bloody well do as I please. Don't you know I've been coming here since nineteen fifty-four?"

  "I understand that but smoking is not allowed within the building. Would it be ok if you went outside?"

  He looked affronted and his mouth dropped open.

  "Outside? Out there?" he pointed his pipe out the window as though he'd just been ordered to venture into a war zone.

  "I can escort you out if you want and make sure you have somewhere comfortable."

  He shook his head making his jowls jiggle from his jaw.

  "You can't be serious? I've been a patron here since before you were born. Since before your mother was born!"

  People were staring and smirking, obviously used to the old man's antics.

  "Mr. Shepard, please."

  The redhead extended an arm and waited for him to take it, which he begrudgingly did as he struggled out his seat, the newspaper falling onto the floor as he left. He continued to complain as he walked through the dining room, and I could still hear his grumbling cadences as his ambled outside.