Billionaire Erotic Romance Boxed Set: 7 Steamy Full-Length Novels

by Priscilla West

  “It’s a lucky break to have car problems in a commuter lot,” he said, a wry smile forming under his thick black mustache. His teeth were yellow, but otherwise perfectly straight and full. “Shit deal, no doubt, but still much better than leaving it by the side of the road.”

  I looked back at my car and nodded. “I suppose you’re right about that one.”

  I sat in the back of the taxi and stared out the window, feeling dazed. My eyes had not puffed up from the tears, luckily, but I still felt as though I had been punched in the stomach. The driver listened to the same public radio station that I normally did and so we listened together in silence, making no small chat. When we arrived at my office, I didn’t even remember telling him where to go. Upon seeing my office, I immediately wished that I had told him to take me home instead.

  “Thanks,” I said as I got out. When I looked down for a brief moment to grab my money to pay him, a cigarette appeared in his mouth as if by magic. I handed him the fare plus a hefty tip. He eyed it and looked back at me, nodding. As he pulled out of the office parking lot, I saw a puff of smoke flow out of the window. In that moment, I wanted to flag him down and bum a cigarette. I watched him go and the feeling passed.

  In the office, April was as bright and cheerful as usual. She greeted me. I greeted her back and put on my best smile. April must not have seen the taxi drop me off because she made no mention of the taxi or the fact that my car wasn’t parked in its usual spot. She didn’t even question me as to why I was so late. When I sat down in my office, all the thoughts that I had been hiding from the entire morning began to creep into my mind again.

  When I had locked eyes with Leon, it was as though his stare was filled with razorblades that dug deep into my chest. The shock had flooded my system and I was unable to process what I was seeing rationally. Yet I had gone there with the intention of fixing a wrong that I had done. I hadn’t gone there to profess my undying love for the guy or anything. It was simply that I had overstepped the boundaries of professional behavior and needed to correct it.

  My night with Leon had been the biggest mistake of all. I had slipped up by letting myself sleep with him. I knew that neither of us would ever be emotionally invested, so what right did I have to feel hurt by him being with another woman? Hell, I had even been the one who had given him the file on the woman I had walked in on him with!

  No, Leon Christensen had been a sexual experience. An intense, satisfying, and incredible experience, but an experience nonetheless. And an experience can never last longer than the moment it is contained in. We both filled a void in that moment. I had wanted him physically, nothing more.

  I thought of Leon’s eyes reflecting the fire. The sadness that had radiated from them into me had been so intense. And when we had been together, it was beyond anything that I had ever felt before. I felt a longing in my chest that I had never known was there. As my mind focused in on that night, a wave of heaviness fell upon me and I wanted to cry all over again.

  It had never been like this with any of the other men I had been with. Even with the few that I had maintained the faintest semblance of a relationship, always based on sex, of course, I had never longed for them. If I had caught them with another woman, it wouldn’t have hurt. This had been a knife to my heart.

  I got up from my desk and tried to compose myself. I looked over at the clock on the wall and realized that I had been in the office for almost two hours. In that time, I had not accomplished a single thing. I had sat at my desk, lost in thought, for the entire time.

  When I opened the closet, the sexy black dress that I kept there stared at me, still wrapped in the plastic cover that the dry cleaners had returned it to me in. The last time I had worn it, I had let a guy take me back to his place in it. He liked the dress so much he asked me to keep it on while we had sex. After he came on the dress, he apologized with a smirk and gave me some cash for the dry cleaning bill. I had taken his money, but truthfully, it had been a huge turn-on.

  Looking at the dress made me feel better. The memory of the last time I wore it only added to the feeling. I looked good in this dress. It was still a little early, but I could treat myself to a nice dinner and then go out dancing. From there, I would let the night take me where it would, although I had a strong feeling it would take me into a stranger’s arms.

  I changed into the dress. The heels that I had on complimented them nicely and they were comfortable enough to be suitable for a long night of walking around and dancing. Studying myself in the mirror, I noticed that my makeup was still flawless, unsullied by the copious amount of tears that had poured down my face earlier. Thank god for high quality cosmetics.

  I threw an overcoat on to avoid explaining myself to April. When I walked out of my office, she looked up brightly and smiled.

  “Heading out?” she asked.

  “Yes, I’ve got some personal things to take care of, so I won’t be back in the office today,” I said. “Whenever you’re done with your work, feel free to head out early as well.”

  “Thank you,” she said warmly. Her face beamed at me and I smiled back. I was starting to feel pretty good already.

  Outside, I called the same taxi company. They once again told me fifteen minutes, and I thanked them. The dress felt tight against my skin. I liked the way that it grabbed hold of my curves and displayed them proudly for the world to fawn over. Tonight, I was going to forget about everything that happened and enjoy myself. Maybe I would be enjoying some company as well.

  The taxi pulled up after less than five minutes. The driver said nothing and didn’t even look at me when I got in the back of his taxi. For a panicked second I couldn’t remember where the commuter lot was, but then I combed my memory and told him the general area. He nodded, indicating that he knew the commuter lot that I spoke of. I breathed out deeply, relaxing against the back of the bench seat.

  It was late in the afternoon now. I paid the driver and gave him a decent tip, although not as large as the earlier one that I gave to my smoking mustached driver, and thanked him. Before I got in my car, I took my overcoat off and tossed it into the back, leaning over to do so. I turned, still bent over, and saw the driver finally looking at me. My breasts were pushed up, a tantalizing amount of cleavage showing. The dress was a few inches above my knee, climbing high when I bent over. I waved to the driver with a friendly, no-fucking-chance-in-hell wave and got in my car.

  I drove to the most expensive restaurant I could think of. When I got there, I realized that I wasn’t even hungry so I kept driving. The thought of sitting alone in the restaurant made me even less hungry. Rather than sit at the bar and get free drinks from well-dressed businessmen and industry guys, I decided that I would work up an appetite first.

  Then I spotted the Nova. Leon’s club. The place that I had first met him, where he insinuated that I ran a prostitution ring. I pulled to the curb in front of the club and got out of my car, taking my time to pull down my hiked up dress. I could feel dozens of hungry eyes scanning every inch of my body and I pretended to take no notice. When the valet walked up to the car, I handed him the keys politely and gave him a tip upfront. He pulled away with my car and the security guard pulled aside the velvet rope, ushering me in before an entire line of people. For a brief moment I tried to recall if I had seen him the first night I had been here and then gave up, unable to remember.

  Inside, bass moved through my body as a steady beat thumped out of the speakers. Lights cut across the dance floor and bodies flowed with the music. I walked up to the bar and ordered a vodka martini, extra dirty. When the bartender returned with my drink, I drank half in one swallow and ordered another. A smile grew on the corner of his mouth with a devilish hue and he winked at me. I smiled back, the warmth of the vodka in my stomach spreading outwards. When the bartender returned with the second martini, I finished the first in another swallow and pushed the empty glass to him.

  I picked up my second martini and began to let my hips move back and forth with
the music. It was dark and crowded in the club. The heat in my body grew with every movement of my hips and it felt wonderful. Soon, I was lost among the crowd, no longer knowing where the exit was and not caring anyway. Every thought of the tumult of the past few days evaporated off of me like steam and I was fully absorbed in the moment. As I bumped and swayed through the crowd, I spilt just as much martini as I was able to drink. The alcohol enveloped me, filling me with giddy laughter drowned out by the music. I closed my eyes and danced.

  When I opened my eyes, I caught a man looking at me from across the dance floor. He flowed through the crowd, sweat glistening across his forehead. His shirt was unbuttoned down to the middle of his chest and I could see that he was muscular, although in a much bulkier way then Leon. When I thought of the comparison, I immediately scolded myself for even comparing him to Leon in the first place. Brushing off the thought, I rocked my shoulders back and forth, moving myself towards the man eyeing me from across the room.

  He continued to dance, looking away from me and falling back into the hypnotic trance of the music. As I eyed him, I caught him looking back at me and we both smiled. Soon, we were only inches apart, dancing in front of one another. The distance between our bodies grew smaller and smaller as the beat of the music got faster and faster. Sweat formed against my skin, sucking my dress against me tighter. I moved my leg against his outer thigh and pulled it back quickly, coyly. He lifted his hand with a drink that was near finished and poured the last remnants of the clear liquor down his throat. I watched him drink with a growing desire to reach out and fasten my lips around his neck.

  The air boiled as we moved around each other, the gap of inches closing into centimeters. I lifted my arms and they hovered against his chest, so close to touching. His hands floated to my sides and right when I was sure they were going to grab my ass, when I wanted them to grab me so badly, the music cut off abruptly.

  The dancers petered out and collected themselves. The man before me shook his drink as if to try to see if any liquor was hiding under an ice cube. When he concluded his drink was completely dry, he looked at me and smiled.

  “Tom,” he said, extending his hand.

  “Lauren,” I lied, laughing as I shook his firm hand. He smiled wide and leaned in closer.

  “You look like you need a refill. Come on, my treat,” Tom said, motioning towards the bar. I nodded quickly as the music started again. I followed him closely, my hand on his shoulder as we moved through the packed crowd. At the bar, he raised two fingers and the bartender quickly hurried over. He leaned in and told the bartender something I couldn’t hear over the music, his drink order, no doubt, and I pointed at my empty martini glass and the bartender nodded.

  Leaning against the bar, we chatted. Everything that Tom said was unintelligible over the music, but I somehow found words to respond with. He nodded and smiled at all the right points and even laughed a few times. At that point we were simply communicating with gestures. While we had first met on the floor dancing, the real dance was taking place now.

  I looked away from Tom, laughing flirtatiously at something that I hadn’t even heard when I spotted Stills across the room. He was holding a drink and talking with another man who was overdressed in a tuxedo. His hair was slicked back and perfectly cut. He drank a martini and was nodding at something Stills was saying when his eyes fell upon me. He looked me up and down and I felt a slight chill at the sight of it. Even from across the room, I could see that the man in the tuxedo was eyeing every woman in the bar, not paying attention to anything Stills said. I noticed a dark stain on the tuxedo that that man kept trying to rub off.

  I studied the two of them talking, hoping that Stills would notice me. Tom was saying something about mergers or hoarders, I couldn’t make it out, and I placed my hand on his shoulder before letting it slide off slowly. His shirt was slightly wet with sweat and it felt sensuous to the touch. My eyes would briefly glance back over to Tom before returning to Stills. When Stills spotted me, a brief look of surprise flashed across his face, I felt a surge of triumph and turned back to Tom.

  I grabbed him fiercely, cutting him off mid-sentence. I pulled him to me and kissed him hard on his lips. I hungrily worked my tongue in his mouth and thrust my hips against him. His arms wrapped around me quickly and I sucked on his tongue. I felt myself grow wet, his hands now grabbing my ass. I flexed against his touch and his cock grew hard, pressing against my thigh.

  I pushed him away as quickly as I had pulled him in. He was breathing heavy. I looked down at his crotch and saw an outline of his erection jutting out from his chinos. He started to adjust himself and I stepped closer to him, my hand hovering above the spot where his cock yearned for me to grab it. I leaned in, my lips against his ears. I watched Stills, a look of confused surprise on his face.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I said. I pushed my hand forward and felt the firmness that I had caused between his legs. He let out a little moan and moved his hips forward, pressing it against my hand. I continued to stare at Stills, smiling.

  Tom squeezed my ass cheeks one more time before he turned away and hailed the bartender to pay the tab. I saw him adjust himself as he waited for the bartender to return and I noticed two women eyeing him as he did so, looks of carnal hunger on their faces. When I looked at Tom, it dawned on me for the first time that he was incredibly handsome in a classical way.

  As we walked out of the bar, we walked right past Stills. The man in the tuxedo had left and Stills was standing alone, watching me. A look of concern cut across his face as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on. Tom opened the door for me, completely unaware of what was happening around him. I gave Stills a small wave, smiling as I walked out.

  Chapter 15

  Outside, the air was warm and welcoming. Tom followed me out as I took one last mental snapshot of Stills’s face. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to tell Leon. It shouldn’t have mattered, but I felt a small sense of victory, despite the fact that I knew it was incredibly petty. Also, I had no way of knowing just how much Stills was even aware of what had happened or what was going on, or if he even cared.

  Tom turned around and began walking backwards, still close to me. His face looked vibrant with excitement over the unexpected turn of events of meeting me and having sex practically thrown at him. It was a dream come true.

  “So, are you following me or am I following you?” asked Tom, his voice teeming with seductive playfulness. My head swam with the warmth of the martinis and the heat of the dance floor.

  “I don’t believe I should be driving at the moment,” I replied, my eyes fluttering at him. “So you are leading the way.”

  Tom’s grin widened. “Not a problem, my lady,” he said with a cheesy British accent. I laughed genuinely and leaned against his shoulder. His hand wrapped around my lower waist and was just inches about my ass. I leaned on him further and reached down to grab his ass. It was firm to the touch and when I squeezed, he reflexively clenched.

  Tom handed the valet the ticket for his car and we waited for a few minutes while the young valet ran off to fetch the car. In those minutes, we didn’t speak a word. The music from the club was audible outside and I continued dancing while we waited. Tom watched me, a bemused look on his face that also showed an edge of lust to it. His eyes drank up the flow of my body and I closed my eyes as I continued to dance. I was mildly drunk and couldn’t care less if anybody was watching me or finding this silly.

  The valet pulled up with Tom’s car. It was a black sports car, not outrageously expensive but still extravagant. When Tom opened the door, I could see him looking at me and waiting for some kind of comment about the car, to which I gave none.

  “Thank you,” I said as I sat down in his car. He ran around the back of the car and hopped in. I looked down and noticed that the car had a stick shift. For the first time since I had taken the first glorious sip of my first martini, I was now regretting having a drink. If I were sober, I could prob
ably convince this guy to let me drive the car. It looked like a fun ride. If he objected or tried to turn me down, I could either convince him or find another fun sports car to drive.

  Tom pulled out from The Nova. He turned on the stereo and music indistinguishable from the music inside the club filled the small interior of the car. As we drove, Tom checked the rearview mirror and put both hands on the front wheel, gripping it firmly. I could see large muscles bulge through his button-up shirt.

  “Where are we headed?” he asked. His eyes never left the road. A smile was on his face, but there was an intensity to his driving. I was feeling buzzed and it was fun to be the passenger in a car, almost more fun that it was with a stranger in a fast sports car.

  I thought about his question. Where could we go? I had asked him to leave the club simply as a reflex to seeing Stills. I wanted Stills to see us leave together, even if I hadn’t exactly thought it out rationally at the time. Now that we were driving, we needed a destination. My place was out. I had already broken my own rule once and I was not about to break it twice in the same week, let alone with some random guy I picked up at a bar.

  We could get a hotel. I mulled it over and just the thought of the entire process of it all was a huge turnoff. We’d have to wait in the lobby while the receptionist rang one of our cards. We’d walk up to a room that we were going to for one purpose and one purpose only. The pressure of what was about to happen would only be intensified by that fact. No, a hotel seemed incredibly unappealing to me.

  “Take a left here,” I said, recognizing a street. I could go back to his place, but I didn’t want to be at his place, plain and simple. He might feel the need to impress me or give me “the tour” as some men are wont to do. He could even have a roommate, or worse, a kid. I liked children, but when you went home with their daddy and ran into them on the way to bathroom, it was always awkward.