Hot Nights in Sturgis The Complete Series: A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Motorcycle, BDSM, Romance (Billionaire Romance Novels)

by Michelle Love

  “Don’t you?”

  “And you’re going to pay me for it?”

  “Compensate.”

  For a half a second, I had no idea how to react. I just blinked. “My God. You’re serious.” The anger hit me like a brick wall, and my jaw dropped open. “I will not be paid to service you!” I hissed.

  He just raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t enjoy out night together? I think your multiple orgasms would suggest otherwise.”

  His voice was a little too loud, and I glanced around nervously. “Lower your voice,” I growled. “What I enjoyed is not the point. You’re like a drug, and drugs are not good. They’re fun for a few minutes, but then there’s hell to pay afterwards. I have too much going on to deal with this, and I am not a whore. Take me home. Now.”

  Trying to keep my composure, I got up and smoothed a hand over my hair. Squaring my shoulders, I held my head high. Of all the nerve! Did he think that just because I was a poor student, I would whore myself out for him?

  I left him sitting at the table and prayed that he wouldn’t be so angry that he wouldn’t take me home.

  I was a poor student, and I didn’t exactly have money for a taxi to take me across the damn city. Of course, using my credit card and digging myself deeper in debt might have been preferable to riding home with a man who wanted to pay me for sex.

  Chapter Four

  Lucas

  “You’re upset with me,” I murmured as she inserted the key to her door. She hadn’t said a word as I drove her home, and I wasn’t sure what exactly I’d done to warrant the cold shoulder. I wrapped my hands around her waist and felt her stiffen.

  “I told you how I felt,” she said stiffly. “I’m not some gold-digging whore that’s going to be at your disposal whenever you want.”

  She opened the door. I had a feeling she planned on slamming it in my face, so I followed her quickly inside. When she whirled around, there was fury in her eyes. “I did not invite you in,” she hissed.

  Shutting the door with my foot, I pushed her hard against the wall and slid my hands up her side until my thumbs brushed under her breasts. She pissed me off, but God, did she turned me on.

  “At no point did I ever call you a gold-digging whore,” I growled. “The problem with you is that you insinuate too much. Why can’t you just take me at my word instead of reading between the lines?”

  “Take you are your word?” she hissed. “Be at your beck and call and you’ll make it worth my while? Just how exactly were you planning on paying me for my services?”

  She may have been angry, but she was slowing arching into my touch. “Just because I was going to compensate you for your time doesn’t mean you’re a whore. I have connections, Chrissy. I can accelerate your career path. I can get you in touch with anyone you need to finish your thesis. I can help you.”

  “You’re an idiot,” she said through gritted teeth. “It doesn’t matter if it’s money or not. It’s payment for sex. That’s what a whore does. If you didn’t want a relationship, all you had to do was say so. I’m a big girl, Lucas. I can take it.”

  Despite the fury in her eyes, I saw the flame of desire. Her pupils dilated, and her breasts heaved. She wanted to fight, but she also wanted to fuck. And I was hardening with every breath that she took.

  Leaning down, I kissed her hard. The time for talking was over. I didn’t want to hear another word come out of her mouth unless she was begging me to fuck her. She didn’t even bother pushing me away. Wrapping her arms around me, she just pulled me closer and reached for my pants.

  I let her fish out my hardness and wrap her hands around it. As she squeezed, I moaned and rested my forearms on either side of her. Smiling coyly, she started to stroke me. “Is this what you were going to compensate me for?” she mocked.

  “Damn it,” I hissed. Pulling out of her grasp, I whirled her around and shoved her against the wall. She automatically bucked her ass against me, and I smiled. “You can talk all you want,” I muttered. “But you want me.”

  “I can want you and still be pissed at you,” she grunted and pushed against me again. She looked over her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. “Just like you want me despite your anger.”

  I wanted to pull her pants down and take her hard against the wall right then and there, but that wouldn’t teach her a lesson. I knew exactly what she was trying to do. “You think that because I want you, you can control me?” I hissed as I pressed the palm of my hand to the apex of her thighs. “What happened to the naive woman in my bed not days ago? The one who didn’t know could have multiple orgasms?”

  “She’s thinking a little more clearly now,” she snapped, but her eyes were already closing as I pressed my fingers against her.

  She moaned softly and rubbed herself on me. Even through the fabric of her pants, I could feel her heat. “God, Lucas,” she panted. Suddenly, she slapped her hands against the wall. “I think you’re the one trying to control me through sex.”

  Unbuttoning her pants, I slid the zipper down and peeled them slowly them down her legs. As I bent to my knees, I felt completely at her mercy as I gently ran a finger down the black lacy edge of her panties. We could talk about control all we wanted, but I was hers, and she didn’t even have to touch me to prove it.

  Fuck. It pissed me off to no end.

  I ripped her panties down and turned my body so I could slip my head between her legs and the wall and press my lips to her. She practically screamed as I dragged my tongue across her slit and tasted her.

  She couldn’t seem to help herself as she rubbed her wet pussy across my tongue. Her legs quivered in my hands until my hold on her was the only reason she was still standing, but I didn’t let up. I flicked my tongue over her clit until she cried. I shoved my tongue deep inside her until she whimpered, but when I could feel her close to her release, I let up.

  “Lucas,” she moaned. “Please.”

  “Please what?” I hissed as I looked up at her. She rested her forehead against the wall, and her hair spilled down her shoulders.

  “Please let me come,” she whispered. “Please.”

  I blew gently against her until I had her squirming, and I finally raked my teeth lightly over her clit. Her whole body shuddered as the climax ravaged her body, and I loosened my hold as she slid down the wall. Pushing my body up, I leaned back and let her fall right onto my lap, her legs straddling me.

  She blinked and stared at me. “That doesn’t prove anything,” she whispered as she slowed moved across my erection. Lifting my knees, I worked my pants the rest of the way down.

  “It proves that you want me. And you can have me, Chrissy,” I murmured as I tucked her hair behind her ear.

  Her eyes searched me. “Why can’t you just call it a relationship?”

  The word bit sharply into me. There were relationships with women, and then there was a relationship to one woman. I had plenty experience with the former but virtually none with the latter.

  And I wasn’t about to start now.

  Rather than answer her, I simply lifted her until I could slide into her. She welcomed me snugly, and I grunted as pleasure swept through me. She knew what I was doing. I could see the accusation in her eyes, but need drove us both. Instead of pushing the issue, she just lifted her shirt and unsnapped her bra so that her breasts swung free. As she rode me, I leaned over and took a nipple in my mouth.

  I was addicted to every sound of pleasure. The more she moaned, the more I wanted to hear her moan. She moved faster, her pussy stroking me, her body slamming against mine. I dug my fingers into her hips and urged her on.

  “Shit, baby,” I hissed. “You feel to good. I can’t hold on much longer.”

  She whimpered, and I knew that she was close. Digging my heels in the floor, I pushed my body against the wall until she took me so deep that I didn’t know where I ended and she began. The contact was too much for her, and she arched her bag rigidly and exploded around me. As her muscles clenched and milked me, it was all I cou
ld do to hold her up as I reached my own climax. Moaning her name, I emptied everything inside her. All that I could give was hers.

  When she slumped against me, I closed my eyes and held her. I didn’t know if minutes or hours passed, but she finally pushed herself up and stared at me. “We should probably move before Tish gets home,” she whispered.

  “I’m not leaving,” I said darkly as I anchored her to me. “I don’t give a fuck if your whole apartment complex walks in on us. I’m not done with you yet.”

  She laughed dryly and shook her head. “I just meant that we should move this some place more private, like my bedroom. It has a door that locks.”

  Chrissy slowly eased off me and grabbed our clothes. She didn’t even look back as she led me to the bedroom, and I felt a little relief when she locked the door behind me.

  “It’s going to be hard to slip out of your own bed before morning,” I remarked as I slid my shirt off. She stiffened and turned to face me.

  “You’re really not going to let that go, are you?”

  “Not until you tell me why.”

  She tossed the clothes on the floor and shook her head. “I shouldn’t have to. I’ve had exactly one sexual partner, and we were in a long relationship. I’d just had a one-night stand with a man I barely knew. I didn’t know how to act.”

  “It’s not a one-night stand anymore.”

  “It’s still a casual relationship, and I don’t know that I can do that.” She sat on her bed and brought her knees up to her chest, effectively covering her nakedness.

  She looked so innocent and vulnerable. I could barely look at her. Sweeping my gaze around the room, I tried to find some answers. The white walls of apartments were always so sterile, and the neutral carpeting never helped. Her color scheme was safe. Grey and white. There were a few pictures here and there, but no bold works of art on the walls. With the exception of her desk, it was meticulously neat. Clothes were hung, her shoes were lined neatly on the walls, and there was nothing strewn about on her dresser.

  Her desk, on the other hand, was a clusterfuck of books and papers. It was the first time I could say something concrete about her.

  She was a walking contradiction. Quiet and organized. Bold and passionate. Innocent and naive. Seductive and dangerous. If I had any sense, I would have walked away right then.

  I kept my voice even despite the knot growing in my stomach. “So tonight is it, then?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  Good. Even though I knew it was wrong, relief swept through me. I walked back to the bed and slowly crawled towards her. Pulling her ankles down, I moved up her body until she could do nothing by lie back as I settled my weight on top of her. “So what are you saying? You want romance? Flowers, jewelry, candle-lit dinners?”

  “Yes.”

  Fuck. I gritted my teeth and shook my head. “I can’t give that to you, Chrissy. I’m just not that kind of man. I don’t want marriage or kids. I can’t look past today. But I can show you exactly what your body is capable of. I’ll let you act out your fantasies on me and explore yourself.”

  Her eyes darkened, and I smiled. She was hooked. “Would you be monogamous while we were together?”

  I chose my words carefully. “I don’t usually use the term monogamy because I don’t do relationships. But I know that your last boyfriend cheated on you, and I can only assume that it’s a sensitive point for you. If it will help you, I won’t be with anyone else while I’m with you, but I can’t pretend this is more than a sexual experience.”

  She never broke eye contact while she considered the agreement. Wordlessly, she nodded. Placing the palms of her hands on my shoulders, she pushed until I flipped us over. Giving me a quick kiss on the mouth, she slowly slithered down my body, her tongue trailing down my skin, until she poised hesitantly over my cock.

  The thought of her sucking me off already had me stirring. When she didn’t move, I wrapped my hands gently in her hair and tried to tug her back up. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I whispered.

  “No, I want to. My ex said I wasn’t very good at it.” She glanced at me uncertainly. “I just thought that if you were going to let me explore, I could practice.”

  Nothing in the world would have made me turn down that offer. “Take you time,” I muttered hoarsely. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and waited.

  She was tentative at first. A tongue from base to tip. A few gentle squeezes. A quick lick at the tip.

  It was more erotic that if she’s taken me all the way down her throat. I grunted and tried to keep my hips still while she played.

  “Is that okay?” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah,” I muttered hoarsely. She was going to be the fucking death of me.

  When she finally wrapped her lips around me and slid slowly down my cock, I moaned and couldn’t help thrusting ever so slightly into her mouth.

  As she grew more comfortable, she took more. Bobbed her head faster. At that moment, I would have done absolutely anything she asked me.

  “Chrissy?” I finally grunted through gritted teeth.

  She used her tongue to play with me as she slid her mouth up and over. “Yes?”

  “Your ex-boyfriend is a goddamn idiot.”

  Chapter Five

  Chrissy

  This time, when I woke up next to him, I didn’t leave. After playing with his body until late in the night, I’d slept soundly next to him, curled around his body like I’d spent countless nights with him. He had one arm thrown around me, and he actually looked peaceful as he slept.

  I moved my fingers softly through his hair and tried to figure out what I was doing. I had just agreed to a casual sexual relationship. It felt a little empowering to take control of my sexuality.

  “You look a little too pensive this morning,” he murmured as he stirred and stared at me.

  “I thought you were asleep,” I said with a smile. Rather than pulling away from me, he held me closer to his body.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  Turning in his arms, I pressed my hand against his naked chest. He looked damn good in the morning. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I looked a hot mess. “I was thinking about our agreement.”

  “Planning on backing out of it now that you’re happily sated?”

  I saw the question in his eyes and smiled. “No. I was just thinking that it feels kind of freeing.”

  “Oh really?” His hand reached down to stroke my naked nipple. My body responded to him immediately. “What do you want to do next?”

  I knew what he was asking, but I wasn’t quite ready to voice any of my fantasies. “I want to get ready for class so I’m not late.”

  He groaned in frustration as I reluctantly pulled out of his grasp. “You’re supposed to be at my disposal. What if I say that I want you to spend the day in bed with me?”

  Chuckling, I reached for my clothes. “I’ll remind you that you have a multi-million dollar company to run. You probably don’t have time to spend a weekday in bed.”

  “That’s true. You’ll come to my bed tonight?”

  Tonight? I so desperately needed to work on my thesis tonight. “I’ll try. I’ve got some research to do, but I’ll come afterwards.”

  “You’ll be at the library?”

  I nodded as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. His eyes never left me as I pulled my frizzy hair back into a pony-tail. “You keep spending mornings with me, and you’ll stop wanting me in your bed.”

  He whispered something so softly, that I wasn’t even sure I heard him correctly.

  That’s the idea.

  Turning sharply, I stared at him. “What did you just say?”

  “Nothing.”

  Taking a deep breath, I turned back to the mirror. He was staring at me, but there wasn’t any guilt in his face. Even if he was trying to tired himself of me, it didn’t matter. I hadn’t questioned his motivations before I made the agreement, and I had no reason to que
stion them now. “I have to go if I’m going to grab some coffee and breakfast before my first class,” I murmured as I turned from him. “If you could sneak out without Tish seeing you, that would probably be best.”

  He slowly stood. As the blankets fell away, I couldn’t help but stare. Lucas Montgomery was magnificent. He looked even better in my bedroom. “Are you ashamed of me?”

  Snorting, I rolled my eyes. “I doubt anyone would be ashamed of you. I just don’t want her drooling all over you. Would you please put some clothes on?”

  Moving up behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and met my eyes in the reflection. “Does my nakedness bother you?” he asked huskily.

  “Oh no you don’t!” I danced out of his reach and shook my head as I grabbed my bag. “I am off to class, and you will quit trying to distract me.” I took one last second to drink him in before I slipped out and closed the door behind me.

  “There you are!”

  I whirled around and stared as Tish stumbled in. Dragging a hand through her hair, she gave me a tired look. She still wore the same pink halter and jeans from yesterday.

  I stifled a smirk. “Walk of shame?”

  “Why is there no coffee in the pot? There is always coffee in the pot,” she moaned. “Did you sleep in? Why did you sleep in? Chrissy, I need coffee.”

  “I did sleep in,” I said as I slowly moved from the door. Praying that Lucas would keep quiet and sneak out without Tish knowing, I tried to gracefully leave.

  “What did you do last night?” she asked as she cleared her throat. “Christ, I need a shower.”

  “Just worked on my paper. I am super late, and yes, you really do need a shower. You should take a nice long hot one,” I said loudly, hoping Lucas would get the hint.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she muttered as she shuffled down the hall. Glancing at the clock, I gritted my teeth.

  I was going to be so late.

  It was fact that my professor didn’t let slip. When I finally arrived at class, he stopped the lecture and turned to stare at me as I tried to slip unnoticed into class. “Ms. Whitlow, so happy that you could join us,” Dr. Elliot said dryly.