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

by Priscilla West

  “Come here.”

  Courtney shuffled towards him, the plush carpet burning her knees. She had a feeling that, before the end of the night, her knees would be as red as her ass. As she positioned herself between his legs, he pushed his pants lower on his hips, just enough to reveal his black boxer-briefs and the impressive bulge they concealed. She swallowed hard, the memory of him coating her tongue, thick and heavy between her lips, made her stomach clench.

  He didn't need to speak his command. A mere nod of the head was all he needed to indicate that she was to begin. She reached for the waistband of his underwear and lowered them, freeing every inch of swollen flesh. She worked her hand and tongue over him, savoring his taste, the feel of velvet skin and firm muscle. When she bent to take him into her mouth, his hand fisted in her hair and she knew what he was going to do. A stab of panic went through her and she forced it back. They'd done this before. She knew she could trust him, and if it was too much, she now knew that he would stop if she asked. She willed her body to relax and opened her mouth to accept him as his hips rose to meet her.

  “Giving over control like that.” Courtney kept her eyes on the road in front of her. “It's beyond anything else I've ever done.”

  “Courtney,” Maggie began.

  “There's one more night,” Courtney cut in. She needed to share this last one, to finish what she'd started. She needed Maggie to be completely informed. “Last night.”

  “All right.” Maggie didn't sound like she wanted to hear about it, but she didn't ask Courtney to stop.

  “He'd had me on the edge for hours, teasing me with his fingers and mouth. The things that man can do with his tongue.” Courtney shook her head. She needed to get through this and the thought of Vance's tongue thrusting inside her, reaching places deeper than any tongue had the right to, was making it difficult. She forced herself to focus. “I was lying face-down on the bed when his mouth moved from my pussy to somewhere else...”

  Courtney gasped as the flat of Vance's tongue ran over her puckered hole. At the beginning of the week, he'd instructed her to clean herself thoroughly and every morning, she'd done as he'd ordered. Toys and fingers, she'd expected. Not this. When he worked the tip of his tongue past the ring of muscle, she swore, fisting the soft cotton sheets beneath her. A light slap on her ass reminded her of his earlier instructions.

  “Your tongue in my ass.” She felt the familiar rush of embarrassment at the words and knew that this was the reason he made her talk. “It feels weird but in a good way. Like nothing I've ever felt before. I can feel it moving inside me.”

  “He likes me to talk about what we're doing.” Courtney flushed at the admission. “Partly because it turns him on, but I think also because he knows it embarrasses me. It's a more gentle way to push my limits. Anyway, after a good ten minutes, he started working his fingers into my ass, stretching me. I knew what was coming. After all, I'd practically begged for it in my email...”

  She tensed the moment she felt his cock nudge against her asshole. She wanted it, she knew she did, but uncertainty still gripped her. Like most everything they'd done, this was new territory for her. Vance's hand splayed across the small of her back and she slowly relaxed. She trusted this man. He would never give her more than she could handle.

  “Ask me.” His voice was rough with desire.

  She didn't need to look at him to know that his cock would be heavy and swollen, his pupils blown so far to black and only the thinnest sliver of blue would remain. And she knew that he wanted the same thing she did.

  “Please, sir.” Her own voice was strained. He hadn't let her come yet and her entire body felt ready to combust. “Fuck me.”

  “Where do you want me to fuck you?” He rubbed the tip of his dick over her hole.

  “My ass, sir.” The words brought a blush, but she didn't care. She craved him, craved this. “Fuck my ass.”

  His careful prep work had done its job and he pushed forward, slow but steady. Sounds fell from Courtney's lips, noises that she'd never imagined she make. Her body was stretching in ways she'd never dreamed possible and her ass burned as he finally came to rest inside her. Her muscles shook, the conflicting sensations almost too much for her. Her pussy was still throbbing from his prior ministrations, every cell screaming for relief.

  “I'm going to fuck you now.” His voice was low in her ear. “I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to sit or walk without feeling me in your ass.”

  She whimpered. His fingers dug into her hips and he began to move. She writhed beneath him, gasping for air as he drove into her, long, sure strokes and seemed to pierce into her very soul. It was pain and it was pleasure and like nothing she'd ever felt before. She wasn't even aware that she was going to come, that she even could come from this, until she exploded and her world went white.

  She finished telling her story, ending with the origin of the stripes on her ass. Silence filled the car as they turned down Courtney's road. The story had taken nearly the entire trip to share and Courtney was glad that she hadn't had to look at Maggie during the telling. For the first time in her life, she wasn't sure what her friend was going to say.

  “Let's put your stuff inside.” Courtney was surprised at how normal her voice sounded to her own ears. She only hoped that Maggie heard it the same way.

  To Maggie's credit, she waited until Courtney poured them both a glass of wine and they settled on the couch before she began to speak.

  “I've known you for a long time, Courtney Bell, but I must admit that this is the first time you've ever surprised me.” Maggie took a sip of her wine and Courtney waited patiently for the redhead to continue. “I never figured you for the type of person to be into this type of thing. I didn't think you'd be into the whole bdsm scene.”

  “I never thought it either.”

  “Is it this guy? Are you doing it because he wants you to?”

  “That's the thing.” She took a drink from her own glass. “I don't know. That's why I needed you. It's this whole other world, full of things that I'd never dreamed of and I don't know why I'm doing it other than the fact that it's about more than sex.”

  “What made you want to do it in the first place? Maybe if you understood why you started, you'd be able to figure it out.”

  Courtney thought back to the moment she'd first seen Vance. There'd been the initial attraction. Not surprising. He was gorgeous. But why, once she'd realized that he was flirting with her, had she stayed? Was it just his good looks? She liked to think she wasn't that shallow. When had it turned into the beginning of whatever this was?

  “When you were in his office and he told you to stand up, and you asked why...” Maggie must have been going through the story in her head as well. “That was the first time he showed this side of his personality. Why did you start doing what he said then? Standing up, taking off your jacket?”

  Courtney considered the question. She needed to be honest with herself. With Maggie. “You know how my family is. How I've been making decisions on my own since I was a kid. I guess I liked the idea of not having to do it, of giving control over to someone else. No responsibility for my actions. Only held accountable to him. I did as he instructed and that was all I had to think about.”

  “Is that the only reason?” Maggie pressed.

  Courtney shook her head. “There's something about him. Something that seems almost sad. There are times when we're together that I feel like he's trying to say something to me that I just can't quite understand, that if I could just figure it out, everything would make sense. Why he likes to be in control.”

  Maggie started to speak then hesitated. After a moment, she asked her question. “Is it what you're doing that you like or who you're doing it with? Would you want someone else doing those things to you?”

  Courtney stared, wide-eyed. She'd never thought of it that way before. Was it having someone in control of her or the fact that it was Vance in control that she liked? The way his voice would
drop until she swore it was liquid sex, hot molten lava that flowed over her skin until she burned with desire. How his eyes would shine when she obeyed, glowing with pride and lust. The way he could play her body like a fine instrument in the hands of a master musician. He knew every inch of her in the most intimate ways and knew exactly what to do to elicit his desired reaction.

  And then there were the small things. How, whenever they went into public, he'd place his hand on the small of her back in a slightly possessive gesture that meant she was his. His hands caressing her skin with a gentleness that seemed at odds with some of the things he did. The way she'd sometimes catch him watching her with this strange look in his eyes, as if whatever he felt for her was far deeper than he could show.

  She couldn't imagine being with anyone else. Not in this way. Not in anyway. She shook her head. “No. I don't want this with anyone else. Only with him. I only want him.”

  “Then.” Maggie drained her glass. “I guess that means you're in love with him.”

  “Fuck,” Courtney breathed. “I'm in love with Vance Forster.”

  “What?” Maggie bolted upright, the expression on her face one of shock. “Did you just say Vance Forster?”

  “I know.” Courtney hurried to cover her mistake. She hadn't meant to tell Maggie his name, though she supposed it would've come out sooner or later. “He's the CEO...”

  “Fuck that.” Maggie cut in. “It's Vance Forster.”

  “Yeah?” Now Courtney was confused. Maggie was saying the name like it meant something more.

  Maggie furrowed her eyebrows. “You don't remember him.”

  “What are you talking about?” Courtney set down her glass and leaned forward. “He's the head of the Asgard Corporation so I've heard his name at work forever, but I hadn't met him until that day in the elevator.”

  “Oh shit.” Maggie stood up from the table. “You've got to be fucking kidding me!”

  Courtney stared at her friend. “Mags, back up. What the hell is going on?”

  “Do you have a high school yearbook? Freshman year?”

  Courtney's head spun with the change of subject. She pointed towards a bookshelf in the corner. She'd brought them with her when she'd moved, but she wasn't following Maggie's train of thought. Something weird was going on.

  Maggie pulled the slim volume from the shelf and brought it over to the couch. She flipped through the pages until she finally found what she was looking for. She turned the book as she put it on the cushion between them, pointing to one of the class pictures.

  Courtney looked down, following Maggie's carefully manicured gold and crimson nail, and felt her mouth drop open. The picture was almost fifteen years old, but the thick black hair and piercing blue eyes were the same. His face was younger, lacking the confidence that he had now, but there was no mistaking it or the name next to the face.

  “He went to our school?” Courtney whispered.

  Maggie nodded. “He was this shy, quiet guy. Some artsy geek or something. How can you not remember him?”

  “I think the better question is.” Courtney felt her composure returning. “Why didn't he ever tell me?”

  ***

  “Emma, I need to talk to you,” Vance Forster called to his assistant.

  Every day for the past two weeks, he'd been debating talking to Emma about whatever this was going on with him and Courtney. He didn't have many friends and certainly not many who knew about his recreational activities. Emma not only knew in theory but in practice. They hadn't been together long and certainly nothing serious. Their friendship had been cemented by their common interests – Emma had decided to stick with just girls after Vance – and a mutual respect. If anyone could help him figure this thing out, it would be her.

  “Yes?” Emma appeared in the doorway. One look at Vance's face and she stepped inside the office, shutting the door behind her.

  “Did you fuck things up with Courtney?” She eyed her boss.

  He gave a half-smile at her tone. She was the only person who ever spoke to him that way. And certainly the only one he ever listened to. “Not exactly.”

  She took a seat across from him and crossed her legs, demurely waiting. She didn't have to wait long.

  “Courtney and I have been getting along well since our little misunderstanding was resolved,” He tried not to let his true emotions through, but his attempt at levity fell short. Emma knew him too well to be fooled and it showed on her face. “We've been together every night this week. The sex is amazing. She does as I say and the only time she ever used the safe word is when I was testing her limits. She's the perfect combination of innocent and adventurous.”

  “So what's the problem?” Emma wasn't being very sympathetic. “She's hinting around that she wants more?” Realization dawned and she sat forward. “She hasn't said that she wants more. You're the one who wants more.”

  He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingertips. “I don't know.”

  “What do you mean, you don't know?”

  He heard her get up and walk around the desk but he didn't open his eyes. He didn't want to meet her gaze, afraid of what she'd read in his eyes. Afraid that she would confirm what he'd been fearing from the beginning.

  “What's going on here, Vance? I've known you for six years and I've never seen you behave like you have these past couple of weeks.”

  He opened his eyes to see her kneeling in front of him. Her expression was serious, all traces of toughness replaced by concern.

  “Talk to me.”

  “I knew her,” he confessed. “We went to school together. I was a junior, she was a freshman and she was perfect.”

  She shook her head. “Shit, you hired some girl you had a crush on in high school? You know that this looks like you intended to force her into a relationship by using your position as her boss.”

  “Emma, you know me.” He was vaguely aware that he sounded almost pleading. “I would never do that.”

  “Why else would she agree... She doesn't remember you, does she?”

  “No. That's the problem. I thought she might recognize me, but when she didn't, I didn't tell her, so now it’s become this secret that I'm keeping from her.”

  “Why don't you just tell her?” She sat back on her heels. “I don't see what the big deal is. Unless...” Her eyes narrowed and Vance felt a flush creeping up his cheeks. “You knew she worked here from the beginning.” She stood and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring down at him. “What aren't you telling me?”

  “I had a crush on her.” His gaze dropped to his hands. “She was pretty and popular and never spoke to me.”

  “Did she blow you off? Was she a bitch?”

  Vance shook his head. “I didn't talk to her.”

  “Wait a minute,” Emma held up a hand. “You're telling me that you've been blaming this girl for not talking to you when you never even tried approaching her?”

  “Not blaming,” he began.

  She didn't give him the chance to finish his excuse. “Did you want to fuck her now just because you couldn't fuck her then? Is that what all of this was about?”

  He had to come clean. It was the only way Emma was going to be able to help him. “She's always been the unattainable, the one thing I could never have and the only thing I ever wanted.”

  “But you don't make love, Vance, you fuck.”

  He winced at her blunt statement but had to agree. The rest of his confession flooded out of him in a rush. “I didn't want to make love to her. I wanted to fuck her, make her mine and then tell her that I was the loser in school that she never would've looked at twice.”

  “You wanted her to want you, to know what it felt like.” She leaned back on Vance's desk.

  He swallowed hard, shame flooding through him. She was right. Whenever he'd fantasized about his time with Courtney, whether they were having sex or he was doing the big reveal of what he'd done, he always wanted to picture her response, make up what she might say. Humiliation at
having fucked a loser. Apologies for how she'd treated him. Never once had he considered that he might want a different response.

  Her voice softened. “Do you still want that? Is this about revenge for a perceived wrong or are you feeling something else for Courtney?” When he didn't respond, she straightened. “I think that's something you need to figure out. You need to be fair to her and fair to yourself.”

  He barely noticed when she left, his mind already going over what Emma had said. Had he really been unfair to Courtney when they were in school? If he'd asked her out back then, would things have been different? All of the time that he'd spent thinking that she'd never give him the time of day. Had it all just been in his head?

  And what if it had been? How did that change things now? Did he even want it to change things? Or did it mean that he just wanted to move forward with the way things were, but never tell her of their history together? He was enjoying himself and they seemed to be very compatible. Shouldn't he just enjoy what he had and not worry about trying to explore other things?

  But what if he wanted to explore other things? And if he wanted to, would that even be a possibility? Could he start something real with Courtney and not tell her the truth? But if he told her the truth, would she still want to be with him?

  Vance growled in frustration. This wasn't getting him anywhere. He needed to simplify things. He guessed what it really came down to was the truth. What was the truth about his feelings for Courtney Bell?

  He couldn't get her out of his head, that much was true. Thick ash blond waves framing a heart-shaped face. Dark gray eyes the color of a summer storm cloud full to bursting with rain. Just the right amount of curves. Creamy skin. Full breasts a little more than a handful. Rose-colored nipples that hardened under his touch.

  She'd gasped the first time he'd put clamps on her wrinkled little nubs, just a puff of air between kiss-swollen lips, and he'd had to wrestle with the urge to bury himself in her tight, wet heat. The other women that he'd fucked, while he'd enjoyed their encounters and their bodies, he'd never experienced the sensation he'd felt when he slid inside of Courtney for the first time. It was like they'd been made for each other. A perfect fit. Her pussy had gripped him as if it never wanted to let him go.