by Sam Crescent
Evernight Publishing ®
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Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77233-832-4
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Karyn White
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
BILLIONAIRE BEAST
Billionaire Bikers MC, 2
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Richard “Beast” Bruce stared down at Tina as she took his dick to the back of her throat, and held his cock there. She was a fucking pro at taking cock, and it was one of the reasons why she was such a good club whore. For the past two months he’d been calling her regularly to his work place just so he could blow off steam. It didn’t help that his PA, Temperance Harris, was going around in tight, fuck-me skirts, which was doing nothing more than turning him on. She was a good PA, the best he’d ever had, but she was fucking killing him. It wasn’t even Temperance’s fault. It was his.
She didn’t try to tempt or tease him.
Her efficiency was one of the reasons he liked her. Wrapping his fingers around Tina’s hair, he held onto her, and started to pump his hips up into her waiting mouth. The Billionaire Bikers Motorcycle Club had been started by ten billionaires, and he was one of them. They were like a lot of other MCs. They had a clubhouse where they kept women, and some close friends to them liked to party. The women were paid for their services, and in return they kept their mouths shut. The Billionaire Bikers also helped ensure the safety and future of women who had been caught up in human trafficking, or the sex market. It was mostly Lewis Cox’s fault that the club dealt with helping women. Richard understood why Lewis’s mission was to try to end all kinds of human trafficking, but they were fighting a war that Richard doubted they would ever win.
Tina was his club whore of choice for many reasons. One of his club brothers, Russ, had settled down with Anna, one of the women they’d saved. Tina had been hoping Russ would take her as an old lady, and wife. Of course, that was never going to happen.
Richard was surprised that Russ had settled down. The club had been built together as brothers with the belief they wouldn’t settle down.
A knock on the door startled him, and he closed his eyes. Tina’s mouth wasn’t where he wanted to be. There was another woman he wanted more than anyone else.
“What is it?” Richard asked.
“Sir, I’ve got your mail for you,” Temperance said.
Just the sound of her voice was enough to arouse him. She had this husky voice, which always sounded to him like pure sex, the kind of voice a woman gets from screaming for hours in orgasm, maybe even from being between two men. Yeah, he was a little fucked up. He happened to enjoy sharing a woman. There was something beautiful when a woman was being fucked, getting pleasure from two men.
Staring down at Tina, he gritted his teeth. The woman between his thighs wasn’t doing it for him. Tina had never really done it for him. It was just always so easy to imagine someone else in her place.
“I’ll come out and get it in a minute.”
There was no way he was going to leave without reaching orgasm. Fucking Tina’s face, he kept his eyes closed and imagined it was Temperance on the floor taking his cock. Damn, he’d have her spread out on the table, sucking her pretty pussy before plunging his dick deep inside her.
Richard held onto the back of Tina’s head and started to pump inside her mouth. He groaned out, unable to contain the sound of his pleasure. Spilling his cum into her mouth, he felt her swallowing him down.
Opening his eyes, he watched as she licked the last drop, and sat back on her legs. Instead of feeling satisfied, he wasn’t. The orgasm hadn’t done anything to satisfy him. It was just empty.
“Time to leave,” he said.
“What? You don’t want me to stay so I can give you a main course?” Tina asked, rubbing her hands up his thighs.
Shaking his head, he stood up, putting away his now flaccid cock. “Get out.”
“You don’t have to be so rude.”
Tina got to her feet and ran her fingers through her short hair.
She was the complete opposite of Temperance, and this woman oozed bitchiness. There wasn’t a single nice bone in her body.
Reaching out, he gripped the back of her neck, pulling her in tight. “You’re a woman of our club. We pay your way, and in return, we own you, Tina. Don’t for a second think you can get away with shit.”
He released her, and she simply glared at him. Tina was becoming a problem.
“I’ll see you tonight?” she asked. The mask dropped into place, and Richard saw through her.
“No.” He wasn’t going to be joining in club activities tonight. He still had some business to attend to, so he’d be working late.
Moving toward the door of his office, he opened it up.
Tina brushed past him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Have a good day, handsome.”
She was pushing her luck, and he caught sight of Temperance watching them. Was Tina trying to find a place as his old lady? He hoped not. Richard had vowed never to harm women, but Tina was testing the club’s nerve. He made a note to talk to Russ.
Temperance’s gaze followed Tina as the other woman walked to the elevator.
“You had mail for me,” he said, approaching the desk.
She turned toward him, looking startled. “Ah, yes, here you go.” She handed him a thick pile of letters. Some of them were official, and others were junk mail.
“I’ll be working late tonight on the O’Brian account.”
“The guy who designs makeup?” Temperance asked.
Part of his success was that his company held several accounts and wasn’t just in one industry. He owned several firms, and for certain accounts, he made sure he was the one heading them.
“One and the same. I’ll need you tonight,” he said.
“Not a lot of notice.”
“Do you need a lot of notice?” he asked.
Temperance smiled. “I need some. I could have a hot date, or be doing something.”
Richard didn’t like the sudden sick feeling at the thought of her doing something with anyone else without him. He liked the thought of sharing her, but it had to be with someone of his choice.
The smile on her face dropped as he continued to stare at her.
“Will you be able to make it?” he asked. “Or do I need to employ someone else?”
“No, I can make it.”
“Then what was with all that other sh—nonsense?” Richard didn’t advertise his extracurricular activity. There were always rumors about what the billionaire beast did, but he never allowed speculation about his personal life in the office. He enjoyed the club, and liked to keep the two separate.
“Nothing, it would have been nice to have some notice, is all.” She gave him another smile, only this one was forced. He didn’t like her to force her humor.
Walking back into his office, he kept his door open and moved behind his desk. Taking a seat, he started to go through his mail. All the time he was aware of Temperance leaving her desk, and swaying those perfect full hips of hers. He’d give anything to have her naked and beneath him. There was even a small spark of
lust, thinking about her pressed between him and another man. Together, they’d blow her world apart. Richard wasn’t a small man. He was large, and some women, even Tina and Luna, some of their club women, couldn’t take all of him. Most of the time the women he was with preferred for him to finish off in their mouths, which he didn’t have a problem with. God, what was wrong with him?
Dropping the mail, he spun around to look out of the window over the city. So much was changing within the club life. It happened long before Russ found Anna. Being a billionaire and a biker was not a combination that could last all that long. He saw the way certain clients looked at him when he was in a meeting. Richard didn’t doubt for a second that his life wouldn’t be the same without his reputation and the way he looked. He wasn’t a conventional businessman. Most of the people he dealt with believed him to be a fighter, a criminal, or at least working with criminals.
He’d always been a large guy, and he also worked out.
Exercise was one of the best ways for him to blow off steam.
Staring out of the window, Richard wondered if the Billionaire Bikers would continue to ride after Lewis found the woman he’d been hunting for.
“Here is your coffee,” Temperance said, interrupting his thoughts.
Spinning around, he watched as she straightened his desk. She was bent forward a little showing off a great deal of cleavage. His mouth watered for a taste of her. He wanted to pull her toward him, tear open her shirt, and lick the valley between her tits.
His cock pulsed, and he moved in his seat to get himself comfortable.
“Do you like O’Brian?” he asked.
“How do you mean?”
“We’ve been trying to get his account for the past six months, and he’s been pretty adamant about going over his contract. I just wondered what you thought of him?” Richard didn’t like the man, but he knew of O’Brian’s reputation with the women and with fellow colleagues. The only reason Richard was going to be striking up a deal with the makeup mogul was because he was the top man in his field.
“Look, my feelings don’t matter, so don’t worry about it.”
“I just want to get another perspective on the guy.”
****
Why, oh why did he have to ask her that question?
Temperance stared across the large desk at her rather large boss. Richard was a very intense boss. She wouldn’t call him a tyrant or even a bully, though many would. He was a perfectionist, which was rather strange considering his lifestyle choice. She knew about his other life as a biker even though he tried to keep it separate. Temperance had seen his leather jacket when he’d been in his en-suite bathroom. She had left him a coffee, and seen the name of the club. When she’d gotten home, she had done her research to find out who he was. Of course, the internet only ever told one story.
She knew the man in the suit, and there were times she was curious about the man in the leather jacket. Which man was the real one? Were both an act? Either way, she’d never find out. He was such a grumpy man at times.
“What are your thoughts on him?” she asked. O’Brian was a lecherous bastard, who thought he was the answer to every woman’s sexual fantasy. Not hers, nope. O’Brian was gross, and he’d even made her vomit in her own mouth once with his sexual overtures.
Richard leaned back, and the chair gave a little squeak under his weight. Her boss wasn’t fat. He was just big, huge even, like a gladiator, or a demigod, or something. He certainly had her getting wet.
Temperance pushed all those thoughts to one side. She refused to be aroused by her boss, or at least that was what she tried to tell herself on a daily basis.
“He’s a classic asshole. Money has made him believe he’s untouchable.”
Biting her lip, she forced herself to stare at Richard’s face, and not do a casual sweep down his body, even though she wanted to.
“Untouchable?”
“I don’t like him.”
“Yet you’re going to do a deal.”
“I do a lot of deals with men I don’t like. Women as well.”
“Was that a deal you were doing with that woman?” Temperance slapped her hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she had just said. Never did she make anything so personal.
“Tina is not business.” He climbed out of his chair and made his way around the desk. Temperance took a step back to give him room, and to also make sure that he didn’t actually touch her. This was how they survived their kind of boss and employee relationship. Richard was his domineering self, and she stayed out of his way. Neither of them touched. Just by being near to him, she felt a prickle of awareness at him being so close.
“She’s been coming to the office a lot. Sorry, it’s none of my business.” Temperance had an idea who the woman was, but she wasn’t about to cross that line with her boss.
“It’s okay.”
She couldn’t help but stare at his hands. They were so large, and she wondered how they would feel on her body, caressing and touching her. Pushing those thoughts aside, she took a step back.
“You still haven’t answered my question about O’Brian.”
“You’re not a fool, Mr. Bruce. You know my thoughts on O’Brian.” She left his office, going back to her desk. Taking a seat, she pulled up a list of the day’s appointments. She made a quick note, seeing that he had a twelve o’clock. Getting to her feet, she made her way toward the conference rooms.
Temperance knew her job well, so she set about preparing the room. She placed a notice that the room would be in use, and also opened some windows. There was nothing worse than being unprepared for a meeting.
Whistling, she arranged all the chairs and grabbed a quick cloth to dust down the table.
She loved her job. Working as Richard’s PA took her around the world, and she got to experience different kinds of cultures and admire a variety of countries. Not only did she love the travel, she actually enjoyed working with her boss, who was rather testy at times. He intrigued her.
Still, he was her boss, and there was no way he’d cross that kind of line. She never expected him to. Temperance wouldn’t even dream of trying to tempt him.
“What are you doing?” Richard asked.
Spinning around toward the door, she saw him standing in the entrance. One of his hands was in his pants pocket, and the other holding the door handle.
“You don’t think all your offices are pristine, do you? I’m just getting it ready for your first meeting of the day. Would you rather I stop?”
“Don’t we have cleaners for that job?”
“I can run a cloth along a surface. It’s no big deal.”
“I pay you to work for me.”
“I am.”
He shook his head. “No, this is not working for me. This is cleaning.”
Temperance frowned.
“Let me put it another way, do I need to hire a cleaner during the day?” He stepped into the room and started to advance toward her.
She stayed where she was. “I really don’t understand where you’re going with this line of questioning.”
Richard kept on walking until he stood right in front of her. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. She was sure she detected a hint of leather and the scent of oil.
“The question I’m asking, Temperance Harris, is do I need to hire a cleaner seeing as you were not at your desk? I had to answer the phone in your absence.”
It was like a fog had descended over her brain making everything all hazy.
Nothing happened. Richard stood within her private space, and she couldn’t think. “A new cleaner?”
“It would mean you’d remain at your desk. I always wondered why you’d disappear an hour before a meeting. Now I know.”
Was he whispering? His breath seemed to fan her face.
As she glanced down at his body, Temperance’s cheeks heated. Pressed against the front of his pants was his large cock, and she had to contain her sudden fear. He was huge, and not just bike
r huge. This was porn star huge.
“You want me back at my desk?”
“Yes, I want you back at your desk.”
“All right.” She brushed past him and headed toward the door, but Richard caught her. “Is there anything I can get you?”
Richard didn’t speak, and she forced herself to look up. He was staring at her curiously. “Yeah, there is.”
“What would you like?”
“I want to know who Bryan is.”
“Bryan? I don’t understand.”
“The person who called your desk. His name is Bryan, and he wanted you to call right away. He said it was urgent.”
“Oh, Bryan. Right, yes, he’s my brother.”
“You have a brother?” he asked.
“Yes, I have a brother. I also have a little sister, too. She’s in college right now, studying for an art major.”
“I never knew you had a brother.”
“He’s one of my contacts for emergencies. If you can’t get my parents, he’s the next one in line.”
Richard tilted his head to the side, observing her. “I never knew you had a family.”
Temperance smiled. “Everyone has a family.”
He released her arm. “Not me.”
“Surely you must have had some family.”
“None. I was passed through foster homes. Never did stick.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Are you married?” he asked.
“What? No. I’m not married.”
“Do you have a partner?”
“No, I’m single, why?”
“I’m just curious to know. I don’t seem to know a lot about you.”
“Mr. Bruce, all of these questions can be answered on my employment form. You have them on all your employees, and you wouldn’t let me work for you without it.”
“Lifestyle choices change.”
Temperance stared at him. “Are you married?”
“No.”
“Single?”
