Quartet Complete Series: Billionaire Romance Box Set (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Michelle Love

  “What are you drawing?” she asked him as the stylist left them to go get something.

  He turned the book for her to look at. “You.”

  “Me! In curlers!” She shook her head.

  “It’s not simply you in curlers,” he said with a laugh. “It’s you in curlers in a salon in Cairo on our honeymoon. There’s a difference.”

  “Okay, when we get back to the hotel maybe I’ll draw the next picture. Maybe one of you on the toilet in our hotel room in Cairo on our honeymoon,” she said then stuck her tongue out at him.

  He shook his head and grinned. “So young you are, Steele. Bathroom humor.”

  The stylist came back and started working on doing Steele’s make-up. Arsen gazed at his wife and knew she didn’t need all this primping to be gorgeous, but he loved being able to do it for her.

  She was his prize in life. The one thing he never thought he deserved. Steele was his angel.

  No matter where life would take him, he’d never be alone again. Steele would be with him through thick and thin. She already had been.

  Later, when they walked out of the salon with Steele looking like a fashion model, he kissed her heavily made-up cheek. “I love you, Baby.”

  Steele looked at him with heavy, black lashes, and artistically shaded eyelids. “I love you too, Arsen. I always will.”

  “Promise?” he asked.

  She kissed his cheek. “Promise.”

  Arsen realized his fingers were crossed in hopes the words she said were true and always would be. There was still a little part of him who couldn’t believe things were going to be fine.

  But I sure as hell hope this lasts forever!

  To be continued, just one more time…

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  Arsen’s Rules

  Book 15

  Forever and a Day

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  By Michelle Love

  ARSEN

  “And that’s the end of our story. Up to that point, anyway,” I tell my wife of five years as she lies out on the bed next to me, her head on my shoulder.

  It’s our fifth wedding anniversary today and each anniversary I read Steele the story that begins with the night we met up until our honeymoon. I wrote it all in my handwriting with sketches here and there I made to make the story a little more graphic.

  Steele loves the book I made for her. ‘No Truer Love Has Ever Existed, The Arsen and Steele True Life Series.’

  She lets out a deep sigh and looks up at me with shiny blue eyes. “What memories that book invokes in me.”

  Steele and I wrote the book together and got a little help from her old friend, Gwen to get the story as accurate as we possibly could.

  Running my hand through her long, dark hair, I say, “I think we should start on one for the kids. You know, document their conception and the pregnancy of each of them all the way through, say their first day of Kindergarten. Brady will be starting next year, you know.”

  Steele sits up and shakes her head, “Not from the conception, Arsen! That’s too much for our kids to know about!”

  I laugh and put the book on the nightstand. “I meant like what we were thinking about or something like that, Kitten. You should know me better than to think I’d want to leave a written record for our kids about our steamy love life. You know our book is going to the grave with you.”

  She lays her head on my chest and says, “I suppose all those racy memories the book always conjures up in me had me thinking crazy, Baby.”

  And just like every anniversary we’ve shared before this one, I have her in the mood for love. Not that it takes much for this feisty vixen.

  “You know the kids are with the neighbors for the entire night, Baby,” I say as I run my hand over her pink silk nightgown I gave her as a present this morning.

  Steele sits up and pulls it off over her head. “I do know that.”

  I wiggle under the blanket, taking off the boxers I put on after I got out of the shower before we came to bed for the night. “Even though it’s late, we can sleep in tomorrow.”

  “We can do that,” she says as she turns to me and wraps her arms around me.

  Her lips barely touch mine and the spark zaps through me like a bolt of lightning. Every damn time, it never fails.

  My fingers grip her ass and I roll over with her, getting her on her back. Then I move my hands up to tangle in her silky hair, pulling it back.

  Her throat is exposed and I move my mouth from hers and kiss all the way down it. Then back up to her ear and I nip her earlobe. “I’m going to fuck you nine ways to Sunday, Steele.”

  The sound she makes sends my already hard cock into overdrive. Her fingernails dig into my back and she rakes them over me. I pull my head back to look at her. And she gives me a sexy smile.

  Pinning her body with mine, I reach over and take the cuffs out of the drawer in the nightstand. “Assume the position, Kitten.”

  She places her palms together, and I put the cuffs on her wrists and pull her arms up over her head and hook the cuffs over the bedpost. Steele bought this bed a few years ago when she saw the design would work perfectly to hold her in place now and then.

  I kiss the tip of her nose and then take on the role I know she’s looking for right now. The old me role I do for her on occasion. She did fall in love with that part of me after all.

  “No moving, no making any noise, and no coming until I tell you too.”

  She nods and watches me as I run my hands down her throat. Up and down I run them then over her chest, taking the time to massage, pinch and pull each erect nipple until they can get no more erect than possible.

  Her eyes never leave me as I manipulate them both. Then I reach over and get the blindfold out of the drawer.

  As I place it over her eyes, I say, “I’m going to get something else out of the drawer, Baby. It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to trust me. Remember, no noise or you’ll feel the sting of my hand.”

  Running my fingertips over her taut stomach, I see goosebumps spring up over her flesh. Taking out the special little device, I bought to give her an extraordinary orgasm on this special day we share, I push the button at the end of it and the humming sound it makes fills our bedroom.

  Steele’s body tenses. I run the soft tip of the narrowest dildo I could find over her stomach and breasts. Then grab the bottle of lube that smells like chocolate and pour some on her stomach.

  Rolling the vibrating device in the lube to coat it and ensure an easy entry into the area she has had me experimenting with these last few months, I notice her body shaking.

  I think she has a slight idea of what I intend to do with this thing. My voice comes out huskily as I say, “If you need to stop the only word you can utter is, possum. Nod if you understand.”

  She nods and takes her bottom lip between her teeth. Her fingers are lacing back and forth together. Steele is nervous and I’m loving this.

  Running my hands down her legs, I move them up to bend her knees. Then I take the vibrator and move it over her clit until it’s swollen and nearly about to send her into a climax, but I move it just before that happens.

  Down I move it, keeping the tip touching her folds as I make my way down. The largest thing she’s had me put into her ass is my finger and this is longer and has a little more girth to it, but not much. She should be able to handle it.

  Apparently she read a book about some threesome with a couple of guys and one girl and has wanted to see what it feels like to have one in both holes. I suppose the writer made it sound kinky but hot. It’s had her wheels turning ever since.

  Slowly, I ease the dildo into her ass in small increments to allow it to stretch and accommodate the device. “You can let out a moan if you need to, Baby.”

  Nothing comes from her yet. I keep going until I have it all the way inside her. The humming sound muffled now and I can feel the vibration when I place my hand on her stoma
ch.

  Oh cool, this could be interesting for me as well!

  STEELE

  So far the fifth anniversary is coming along fantastic. It seems Arsen has surprised me with something I’ve been talking about for a while now. My ass is vibrating, and that’s a first.

  We’ve managed to find a perfect combination of ways to please each other. A little soft and tenderness at times, rough and rowdy at other times, and technical ways of stimulation at others. It works for us.

  His lips touch my clit and I try hard not to wiggle. His fingers are gripping the sides of my ass and he pulls me up and puts his entire mouth on me.

  The way his tongue is sliding over my clit is agonizingly hot. My body is aching to be filled by his huge cock and he’s a master at making me wait. I fight the urge to arch up as his tongue goes into me.

  Finally, his hands move up, running over my sides as he makes his way up my body. The vibration in my ass is already sending little waves of pleasure through me.

  His mouth touches my neck then his teeth graze over it as he slides his large, hard cock into me. And now I let out the moan he told me I could.

  Shit! This feels amazing!

  I knew it would.

  Long, deep, slow thrusts he makes and I feel so full it’s unreal.

  His lips move over my neck as he moans, “Baby, fuck me, that feels so fucking good.”

  Arsen goes still for a moment, I guess he’s enjoying the way my body is vibrating him. Then he starts stroking again. The way I’m beginning to pulse all over tells me this will not take long with this thing.

  I just hope Arsen feels the same way.

  He starts moving faster, stroking in and out with hard thrusts. A sweat breaks out all over me and our skin starts sliding over the others. I care barely breathe as he moves so fast and hard and the vibration is awesome and igniting parts of me that have never been on fire before.

  I can feel his cock jerk inside me then his words bring my sweet release, “Come.”

  The euphoria that flows through my body as I climax is insane. So thorough, so complete!

  I let out another long moan that has a bit of a squeal to it. Arsen’s breathing is heavy and ragged. He stays inside me but reaches down and removes the vibrator, turning it off.

  The humming sound has left the room, but my body still hums as if it’s still there.

  Arsen pulls my cuffed arms down and sets me free then takes off the blindfold. His strong hands rub my shoulders as he kisses them. “So, did you like it?”

  I groan and stretch. “Umm hmm.”

  His lips pull up into a half smile. “I knew you would.”

  “Five years, Arsen. It’s passed so quickly.” I run my hand over his stubbly cheek.

  He still keeps his hair at shoulder length because that’s how I like it. His facial hair is meticulous as ever. The only thing that has changed on him is his dark eyes.

  I swear they’ve lightened up through the years. The first time he laid them on our first born, a boy we named, Brady, a new light moved into them. When our daughter, Trace, was born a couple of years later they went a shade lighter.

  Arsen is the best daddy in the world, according to our kids. He gives piggyback rides and plays with them all he can.

  He and I are both criminal lawyers and we have our own law firm here in Los Angeles where we moved to the year following our marriage. But he and I only go in when we have to. As consultants mostly.

  Arsen has more than enough money to not only take care of this family but our kids’ families when they have their own as well. The investments he’s made will live on for a very long time.

  When we got back from our honeymoon, Arsen called that Kip Dixon guy we met at the airport before we left. He and his family live two mansions over and the other couple we met, Blake and Rachelle, have one next door to us.

  They don’t always live here, they have a restaurant and a huge log cabin style mansion in Colorado too. We all go up to ski and hang out with them once a year.

  Max and Lexi, the other couple we met at the airport, have a huge estate outside of Houston, Texas and we go there a couple of times a year as well.

  My husband seems to have joined an exclusive little club I’ve given the moniker, ‘The Billionaire Boys Club.’ Max, Kip, Blake, and now Arsen are all billionaires and have somehow found each other in this tiny world and became the closest of friends.

  Their wives and I found common grounds as well and love to hang out with each other. Thankfully the kids all get along and there are a lot of them. Get-togethers are huge. Thankfully we all have giant homes and estates so we can all spread out when we’re together.

  Coming to Los Angeles was the best decision we ever made. The move gave us the freedom to go places without any of Arsen’s past acquaintances showing up and ruining my mood. It also gave us this awesome group of friends I don’t know how we ever lived without.

  The only thing we lost in the move was Paul who stayed and later married Detective Fontaine. They live in Arsen’s old penthouse he gave Paul as part of a severance package for his years of dedicated service. Plus, he made an investment for him and that makes enough so Paul no longer has to work.

  He works anyway as a private eye. Paul helps his wife out on cases. They make a pretty great team.

  Gwen married one of Kip’s wife, Peyton’s, brothers from Texas. She has three older brothers and one was still available, Tyler Reed. We had Gwen over to visit and the Dixon’s had a bar-b-que as her family was visiting and she met him there.

  The two of them live back in his hometown, a tiny town outside of Austin, Texas. No kids for them as of yet. But they’ve only been married a year or so.

  I cuddle into Arsen’s arms as he spoons me from behind. His lips touch just behind my ear with a sweet kiss goodnight.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this!

  ARSEN

  The cockatoo, Bentley, screams as the front door flies open and in run my two rugrats. “Good afternoon, guys!”

  “Daddy!” they both yell at the top of their lungs as they don’t seem to have an inside voice at all.

  Rachelle brings up the rear and her husband, Blake, follows her. Their latest baby is strapped to his chest and waves at me, excitedly.

  I have to get up and go kiss her little, pudgy hands. But first, my kids have to jump into my arms and act as if one night away from home and Mommy and Daddy was an eternity.

  Brady wraps his arms around my neck. “Daddy, was my fishy okay while I was gone?”

  “Yes, son. I told you I would feed him for you and I did.” I put him down and pat him on the head. “Mommy has lunch ready in the kitchen, Buddy.”

  “Yeah!” he yells and takes off then spins around, stopping all of a sudden. “Thank you for letting us spend the night, Mr. and Mrs. Chandler.”

  “You’re welcome, Brady,” they say together.

  Our two-year-old daughter, Trace, clings to me and kisses my cheek. “Daddy, I missed you.”

  “I missed you too, Princess.” I kiss her cheek and place her on the floor. “Tell them thank you and go see Mommy.”

  She runs and hugs Blake’s leg. “Thank you, Mr. Chandler.”

  Rachelle reaches down and picks her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for coming to see us, Trace. I had fun fixing your hair.”

  Trace giggles. “Me too! Thank you, Mrs. Chandler.”

  After placing her feet on the floor, Trace takes off like a rocket to see her mother.

  “Thanks. We’ll return the favor anytime you want.” I give them a knowing smile. They have four kids of their own. Adding in a couple more makes a difference.

  Blake reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. “We’ll be heading back to Colorado tomorrow. Think you could check on the house now and again for us? We’ll be back in a month.”

  I nod and take the keys. “Not a problem. We’ll make sure those plants are watered too.”

  Rachelle gives me a smile. “Th
anks, Arsen. You two are the best neighbors ever.”

  They turn and walk back out the door. I wave and watch them walk back through the gate that separates their estate from ours. Then make my way to the kitchen to find out what my wife has whipped up for lunch.

  I find our eldest arguing about the food like he always does. “Yeah, Mom, but at McDonald’s, there’s toys with the food. And tuna fish is not on the menu at all. Thank goodness.”

  “Well, in Mommy’s kitchen all food comes with a side order of love. What about that, Brady?” Steele places his plate in front of him as he wrinkles his nose.

  “But that smell, Mommy. Yuk!” He pulls the corner up on his wheat bread and takes a huge sniff.

  I laugh and take the chair next to him. “Did you know that fish is good for your brain?”

  Trace nods and takes a bite of her sandwich with no argument what-so-ever. She’s our good eater and her chunky little body is a testament to that fact. “Mmmm. Thank you, Mommy. I wuv you.”

  Steele runs a hand through our daughter’s dark curls. Trace has hair the color of mine and her mother’s curls which I found she had when she was a kid. Later they turned into waves.

  Her eyes are just like mine, though. And for a two-year-old she’s very smart and has a vocabulary far ahead of other kids her age. When Brady was two, he barely spoke at all. Mostly grunted and pointed at what he wanted.

  I called him our little caveman for a while.

  Steele takes the place across from me and has her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. A little red spot on her neck is left over evidence of our heated night.

  “Something bit you, Mommy,” Brady says as he notices.

  “I know,” Steele says with a smile then her eyes catch mine and I smile back at her. “There was a mosquito in our bedroom last night and it bit me in several places.” She gives me a wink.

  “I hate those pesky things,” Brady says as he picks up a potato chip and eats it.