Playboy Billionaire

by Mia Ford

  I glanced at the time as I got up from the table. It was almost nine o’clock on a Friday night. People with actual lives were out to dinner or out at clubs. I had ordered a large pizza from the joint on the corner. My plan was to eat it alone and work until the damn soccer story was done. I picked up the twenty-dollar bill I’d left on the table and carried it to the front door.

  “Hi, Bobby—“ When I opened the door, the words caught in my throat. My large pizza was there, but rather than the teenager who usually did the deliveries, holding the box was Sean Donovan.

  He looked at me and smiled. “I met a kid downstairs who traded me a large pizza for an autograph. I was wondering if you’d like to share it with me.”

  I blinked several times to make sure he was real. He was. I stepped aside to let him pass, then closed the door and followed him into the kitchen.

  Kate

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, standing with my arms around myself as I watched him set the pizza on the counter. My eyes took stock of him. He looked good; healthy and strong.

  “I was told that I could meet someone here,” he said with a smile.

  I blinked at him. “Who?”

  “I think her name is Kate Asher,” he said, giving me a little nod. “Her friend Dru left a note for me at the stadium and they passed it along. Her note said that she thought we’d be great together.”

  “It did?” My eyes flooded with tears. “She’s usually right about such things.”

  He stepped closer. The air between us sparked with electricity. He held out his hands and gazed into my eyes. “Do you have something to say to me?”

  I sucked in a quick breath and put my hands in his. Every nerve in my body came alive. I said, “I’m sorry. I never should have lied to you.”

  He squeezed my hands and pulled me close. “And do you promise to never do it again?”

  I licked my lips and said, “I promise.”

  “Then,” he said, putting his arms around me. “It’s nice to meet you, Kate Asher.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Sean Donovan.”

  * * *

  Sean sat on the edge of my bed and lifted his arms so I could pull the t-shirt over his head. He winced a little, but the pain seemed to pass quickly as he focused his eyes on my breasts. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him. He kissed my breasts and swirled his tongue around my hard nipples.

  “God, I missed you,” I said, clutching his head to my breasts.

  “I missed you, too,” he said as his hands went around to cup my ass. He kneaded my ass cheeks and tilted his head back so I could kiss his mouth. When his tongue pressed against mine, the electricity flowed from his mouth into mine, down my body and into my cunt. I was already flowing like a river. His tongue in my mouth seemed to increase the tide.

  His cock was hard and straight between his legs. As he massaged my tits, I reached down to take his cock in my hand. I tugged on it and felt it grow larger. I had forgotten how amazing he felt in my hand. I couldn’t wait to have him back in my pussy where he belonged.

  “Are you okay to do this?” I asked softly.

  “I am,” he said, moaning as my hand continued its stroke. “I just can’t lift you over my head and twirl you around.”

  “Good,” I said. “I’ll take it easy on you.”

  “I can’t make that same promise,” he said.

  He suddenly spun me around and with his hands on my hips, pulled me back into his lap. I leaned forward with my ass out and lowered my pussy onto the head of his cock.

  I moaned when he pulled me down onto him, filling my pussy completely, with no room to spare.

  He reached around to cup my breasts. I loved my hips up and down to milk his cock. He squeezed my nipples hard. I moaned in pain and moved my hips faster and faster.

  “Oh… god…” he moaned. He dug his fingers into on my hips and slammed me into him. His cock impaled me over and over, pushing against my innermost walls. My ass slapped against him. My big tits bounced on my chest.

  “Now…” he said. “Cum with me now…”

  Sean pulled my ass into him and his cock filled me with streams of hot milky cum. My pussy responded by sending a flood of juice over him. He put his arms around me and pulled me close as a last shudder swept through our bodies.

  When it was over I leaned my head back on this shoulder and sighed.

  “It was so nice meeting you, Mr. Donovan,” I said with a smile.

  He sank his teeth into my shoulder and said, “The pleasure was all mine, Miss Asher.”

  “Not entirely.” I wiggled my ass against him. “Please come again soon.”

  “You know I will.”

  EPILOGUE : Kate

  “Are you nervous?” I glanced over at Monique, who was bouncing Leon Junior on her shoulder. I tried to put on a brave face.

  We were in the VIP box at Kings Stadium waiting for the first play of the last game of the regular season. The Kings had received the kickoff and had the ball on the Panther’s thirty-five-yard line. If the Kings won this game, they would be a wildcard in the playoffs.

  Leon and Sean were down on the field with the rest of the starters, huddled around Matt Murphy who was calling the plays. This would be the first game Sean had played in since being injured three months before. And yes, I was a nervous wreck.

  “He said he was ready and the doctors cleared him,” I said. I laced my hands together and held them between my breasts. It looked like I was praying. Maybe I was.

  “That’s not what I asked,” Monique said, bouncing. “Are you nervous?”

  “Is it that obvious?”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” she said. She nodded at the field. “Here we go.”

  Sean lined up wide-right. The second the ball was hiked to Murphy, Sean shot off the line and ran the same route that had gotten him injured before. I held my breath as I imagined it happening again.

  Murphy scrambled back and Leon and the other linemen did their best to protect him, giving Sean time to make it down the field.

  Murphy launched the ball like a cannon ball. I watched the ball spiral through the air. It arced high above the field before making its descent and dropping perfectly into Sean’s hands.

  This time there was no freight train waiting to run over him.

  Sean tucked the ball under his arm and sprinted the remaining twenty yards down the field and across the goal line.

  Touchdown!

  No one even came close to stopping him.

  The stadium erupted as fans jumped to their feet to herald the return of their beloved gladiator. The stadium announcer led the chant, “Sean! Sean! Sean!”

  I released the breath that I’d been holding and put my hands on my cheeks. He’d done it. He’d really come back stronger than before. I couldn’t have been happier for him.

  The entire team mobbed the field to congratulate Sean. The refs, who normally wouldn’t allow such a celebration, just backed away and let it happen.

  Leon and another lineman lifted Sean onto their shoulders like he was a rag doll. He held the football in his right hand and lifted it high above his head.

  As they carried him toward the sidelines, Sean took off his helmet with his free hand and looked my way.

  Even though we were far apart, I could tell that he was looking into my eyes. He tossed the helmet down to a teammate, then smacked his hand to his lips and blew me a kiss. I pretended to catch it and brought my hand to my lips.

  “You gonna make an honest man out of him?” Monique asked with a smile.

  I wiped away the tears of joy in my eyes and smiled. “I’m certainly going to try.”

  THE END

  Mia’s Hot Seller - Seduced By Two (Complete Story)

  BLURB

  My whole life, I’ve been a perfect little goody two-shoes. Even at twenty-two years old, I had a life no more exciting than most preteens. My mom and her husband, Dean, made sure that I was sheltered, safe, and incredibly boring.
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br />   Maybe it was because Dean’s son Andrew had always been a little on the wild side. Dean was five years older than me, so I never really got to see how Andrew acted when he was young. But now, he wasn’t welcome in Mom and Dean’s house. Maybe, he was a complete bad boy and rebel. He was so dark and sexy, with messy hair, wild eyes, and a grin that could break the most frigid of hearts.

  And another thing about Andrew?

  I had a hopeless, helpless crush on him.

  When I got in a fight with my mom about visiting Boston for a weekend and staying with a girlfriend, I decided that I’d had enough of her rules. But sneaking out didn’t earn me any extra points…instead, Mom decided that I wouldn’t be allowed back inside of her house until I was able to respect her.

  I didn’t have anyone else to turn to.

  I had to call Andrew.

  When Andrew brought me back to his house, my whole life changed. But would I come out on top and stronger than ever?

  Or would Andrew be the man to break my heart?

  If someone had told me that December twenty-third was the day my life was going to change forever, I wouldn’t have believed them. In fact, I probably would have laughed. Despite always being kind of a Pollyanna, my friends have always told me that I’ve got a very cynical sense of humor.

  But I’m getting a little away from myself now. It was a Friday evening, and I was sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. I was twenty-two years old, and I had no idea what was about to happen.

  “Kristin, sweetie, how’s it going?” Mom slid into the chair opposite from me. Everyone always said we looked like twins, but I didn’t see it. She was tall where I’ve always been short for my age. Her hair was blonde to my brown, and her skin was a perfect rosy color whereas mine always looked tinged with yellow, like I had jaundice. Still, we did have the same round cheeks and pouty lips. I always thought Mom was beautiful, like an angel. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I always wished that I looked like someone else.

  “It’s okay,” I said lamely. I showed her what I was working on – a paper concerning the architectural history of the Florentine Cathedral.

  Mom nodded. She squinted, looking over her glasses at the page below me. I cringed – I knew she was judging my handwriting.

  “Sweetie, don’t use that word,” Mom said, pointing down at the page. “It doesn’t make you sound very smart.”

  I nodded. I knew it was probably unusual for Mom to be helping me with my homework now that I was in college, but it didn’t feel weird to me. Mom and I had always been close. Back then, I was a bit sheltered.

  Well, okay. Maybe a lot sheltered. But I didn’t mind it – I actually kind of enjoyed being naïve. It was like being safe. I never had to worry about things – Mom and her husband, Dean, took care of everything.

  “Okay,” I said, erasing the word and writing a synonym down instead. “Is that better?”

  Mom nodded. She smiled, standing up from her chair and walking across the kitchen. “You know I don’t want to help you cheat,” she said. “But I always want to make sure you have good grades. How’s your GPA right now, Kristin?”

  I gulped. “Three point nine,” I said quickly. “It’ll be four point zero before the year is up, though. I promise.”

  Mom stared at me. “What did we say about letting that drop?”

  My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment and I glanced down into my lap. “Um,” I stammered softly. “That it wouldn’t happen.”

  “And what else?”

  “No matter what,” I added quickly. “That it wouldn’t drop no matter what.”

  Mom nodded. She didn’t look happy anymore – she looked stern, like she did when she was upset.

  “Well, what happened, Kristin?”

  I took a deep breath. At least she’s not using my full name, I thought. I knew that whenever I heard “Kristin Mae Calloway” that meant I was really in trouble!

  “I missed a question on a quiz last week.”

  “And that was enough to drop your grade?” Mom crossed her arms over her narrow chest and stared. “Are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

  Just as I was about to go into a passionate defense of my own studies, the door swung open and Dean walked in.

  “Hi, all,” Dean said. He nodded at me, then walked over to Mom and kissed her on the cheek. As soon as I saw his expression, I knew something was up.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Don’t worry about it, Kristin,” Dean said. He glanced down at me. “Everything okay?”

  Mom sighed. I prayed she wouldn’t say anything, but she opened her mouth anyway. “Kristin’s grade point average slipped a little,” she said. She looked at me and smiled. “But we talked, and it’s fine. She’s going to get it back up. She’s working on that right now.”

  I could have sighed with relief but instead I smiled back, grateful for such a wonderful, supportive mother.

  “Ah,” Dean said. I was surprised that he didn’t have more to say – normally, he was more strict about making sure that I did well in school than Mom was.

  “Honey?” Mom turned to Dean. “What happened? You’re home so early.”

  Dean shrugged. “I got a call,” he said slowly, keeping his eyes on me. “You know. About Andrew.”

  Instantly, my ears perked up. I couldn’t wait to hear what Dean was about to say – if I was lucky enough to be allowed to stay in the room. Andrew Medina, Dean’s son, was my stepbrother. He was five years older than me, and endlessly cool. I’d always had a little…well, I don’t really know what to call it. But as soon as he walked into the room, my eyes always went right to him. It was like I couldn’t look away. Not because of anything bad, though. While I wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, the way I felt about Andrew was almost like I had a crush on him.

  Honestly, it was hard not to feel that way. He was so handsome – sexy, messy dark hair that stood up in cowlicks all over his head. Dark, intense eyes. A chiseled jaw covered with dark scruff. I especially loved the way he looked at people – almost like he could see right through them.

  The first time I met Andrew, I was sixteen. He was twenty-one, and finishing up college in Boston. I didn’t know anything about him – Dean had always talked about “my son” this and “my son” that, but it wasn’t like the anecdotes were actually personal. It was stuff like, “my son loves oranges,” or “my son hated doing this, too.”

  So, I was completely unprepared when I actually met Andrew. I hadn’t really known what to expect. Dean himself was a pretty normal, stand-up guy – the exact kind of guy I always saw Mom going for. I imagined that his son, Andrew, would just be like a tiny version of him.

  Needless to say, I was really shocked when Andrew pulled into the driveway and swaggered into the house. There were no other words for it – he was just cool. He had longish dark hair that he kept pushing away from his forehead in a messy, practiced gesture. His dark eyes sought out all of the movement in the room. When he saw me, he stared. First his eyes traveled down my face, then my body. When I realized that he was lingering on my breasts, I blushed bright red.

  “So you’re Kristin?”

  I nodded. My mouth felt dry and I was getting weak in the knees. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I’m Kristin. You’re Andrew?”

  Instead of answering, Andrew licked his lips (they were surprisingly full, for a man) and gave a brief jerk of his head. His dark hair went flying and my palms itched – suddenly, I was desperate to know what it would feel like if I ran my fingers through his dark locks.

  Andrew smirked. “So, what do you do for fun around here?”

  I licked my lips. “Fun?”

  Andrew rolled his eyes. “Yeah, fun,” he replied. He leaned closer, putting his hands on the dining room table until he was mere inches away from my face.

  “I study,” I said. A peculiar feeling was spreading through my limbs – a blend of excitement and arousal and the odd sensation that Andrew was making fun of me, even though he
hadn’t said anything to that effect.

  Andrew raised his eyebrows. “Studying,” he drawled. “Yeah, that does sound fun.” He peered intently into my eyes and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “I bet you really know how to throw a party, Sis.”

  My cheeks burned flame red and I shook my head fast enough to make my brown curls obscure my vision.

  “I can’t really go to parties,” I said. I was mortified – my voice was barely above a whisper. I desperately wanted Andrew to think I was cool, too, but I was doing such a piss-poor job of it that I might as well just give up and slink upstairs.

  “Well, here’s the thing with good ole Mom and Dad,” Andrew said sarcastically. “They only know what you tell them. So, if you wanna have fun, you gotta do that on your own time.”

  He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his black leather jacket and lit up, right in the middle of the kitchen. Wreaths of blue smoke clouded around Andrew’s head, rising up to the shiny white ceiling that Mom and Dean had painted just days before.

  “I don’t think Mom and Dean would like you doing that,” I said, unable to stop myself. Andrew just smirked in response. I winced and blushed – god! It was like I couldn’t fuck up any more if I actually tried!

  “Well, I do lots of stuff Dad wouldn’t like,” Andrew said. He exhaled right in my face and I started coughing violently as the toxic smoke rushed into my lungs. Before I could get a chance to ask him what he’d meant, Mom and Dean rushed into the room and as I’d predicted, began scolding Andrew about smoking in their house.

  That had been six years ago. Even though I’d grown up from a teenager into a young woman, I knew deep down that I was still the perfect goody two-shoes, the little princess who listened to every word that came out of Mommy or Daddy’s mouth.

  No wonder Andrew thinks I’m a drip, I thought as I watched Mom and Dean exchange a terse look.

  “So, what happened?” Mom tried to keep her voice down. I was staring down at my papers, but my ears were glued to the mouths of my parents. I was desperate to hear what they had to say about Andrew – it was the most thrilling thing that had happened to me in at least six months.