Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance Boxed Set (10 Book Bundle)

by Selena Kitt

  "Belle, you look so perfect," he whispers. I giggle at his compliment and secretly think that I'm the lucky one.

  "Come on, beautiful. It's a quick walk to the beach." he grins. I smile at him, "What, no limo tonight?" I tease.

  During our quick walk, we make small talk, giggle and laugh each other’s jokes. Even though he's intimidatingly beautiful, I find him so easy to talk to and fun to be with. When we're together, I don't remember or care to think about anything else in the world. I just want to freeze time somehow, and live in this moment with him.

  As we walk on the beach, I can see and hear the chatter and fun sounds coming from the bonfire. There's loud music and laughter, and a big fiery bonfire that’s self-contained with party crowds surrounding it on the beach. People and couples are walking about, dancing, drinking, laughing and just partying on the beach. As we approach, I see a familiar lone figure trotting out to meet us. Oh. It’s Edward.

  "Hey! Good to see you here, Ricky. Belle." he smiles with his weasely eyes. "Great timing. Grab some food and drinks. Over there, go help yourself. I'll catch up with you later," Edwards says as he walks off.

  I silently roll my eyes as soon as he walks away. I know he's Ricky's manager or friend or whatever, but it’s clear he doesn't like me. And there’s something about him I don’t trust. I brush the thought away.

  Ricky takes my hand and pulls me into the crowd. "Come on, let's get some drinks and food. Let's get this party started, shall we?" He winks at me. I smile sweetly back at him. I always have a great time any time I’m with him.

  The party atmosphere is light and fun. Ricky and I savor our time together, laughing and enjoying each other over drinks. Occasionally, I look up and see other girls check him out but strangely, he doesn't ever seem to notice or care.

  "Belle, want to take a seat by the fire with me?" I allow him to lead me towards the front to take a seat by the warm fire. With a couple drinks in hand we snuggle close to each other. I wish I could capture this moment with him forever.

  I'm vaguely aware that the music stops. A guy in the circle was strumming the guitar but stands up. He walks over towards the front, smiles and waves at Ricky before he passes him the guitar as an offering.

  Ricky smiles back at him. At first, he tries to politely decline. The guy nicely insists, offering the guitar to Ricky. "Oh Ricky, you should play," I say. "You're not shy, are you?" I tease with a wink.

  He freezes and slips me a side stare in a mockingly dramatic fashion. He nods his head slowly at my mock challenge. "Oh…okay. I see. Well, if you're daring me to, then I guess I have to."

  He grabs the guy’s guitar. Immediately, he loudly strums a catchy and hypnotic beat. He immediately captures everyone's attention with the first note. I'm surprised, shocked but giggling at his abrupt showmanship. After a dramatic intro riff, he slows it down to a sexy, sultry strumming.

  The crowd around the bonfire starts hollering and clapping. I sit back to give him some space but he leans towards me and stares deeply into my eyes as he plays the guitar. He croons a soft melody with heartfelt lyrics to me.

  I can't stop looking at him. His eyes lock on to me as he croons that he needs me, serenading me with the sweetest lyrics while everyone’s watching. I don't recognize the song. Maybe it’s a remake or his original writing. But his every word strikes a deep chord in my heart. He stares deep into my eyes as he sings to me. He makes it plainly clear to me that he’s singing and talking directly to me. My heart leaps into my throat. His sincere lyrics and beautiful chorus haunt me.

  “I don't want you to go. I just can't get you out of my mind…”

  As he strums his final chord and croons his last sweet lyric, the crowd breaks out into wild applause and screaming. He and I laugh as he returns the guitar to its owner.

  "Come on, are you ready to get out of here?" he asks. I look around and see that every woman, beautiful or average, is staring at him and watching us. I guess I’d have to get used to that if we were together. He was quite a hot sight to behold. And the musical, sexy talent and smooth voice made him pretty damn irresistible.

  "Okay, Ricky. I just need to run to the ladies room first," I slightly slur at him. I've only had a couple drinks but I guess it's starting up and I didn’t eat much earlier. And since I have such a tiny bladder, I'd rather not wait get back to the bungalow.

  "There's one right next to the bar. I’ll walk you over," Ricky offers. "I'll wait for you out here."

  I try to make it fast as I can. I'm ready to go home. After a few minutes, I exit the ladies room and almost run straight into Edward. "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there." I mutter.

  "Oh no, that's quite alright. I was just in the men's room." He was still standing in my way and continued talking. "So Belle, seems that Ricky has taken quite a liking to you just such a short time."

  Over his left shoulder I could see Ricky in the distance waiting for me but talking to some beautiful blonde girl. What were they talking about? And what’s Edward trying to say?

  "You know, Belle, Ricky is an extremely talented man. He's the man in demand. He's used to getting all the finer things in life." I raise an eyebrow at him. "Everyone wants him. He’s very busy. I just wouldn't want you to be disappointed."

  "Oh? That's very generous of you to look after my needs and concerns. But you certainly don't have to, thank you." I coldly reply. Is he implying that I'm not good enough for his friend?

  As I feel the anger rising inside me as I process his remarks, I look up to see the tall blonde getting closer to Ricky. To my horror, she leans over to try to kiss him on the lips. Ricky seems surprised and steps back. She grabs his wrist and pushes forward again to kiss him.

  I go cold inside. I’ve seen enough. I shouldn’t be surprised, I guess, as I choke back the tears. I just know that I can't be here anymore.

  "I… I’ve got to go. I don't feel well. If Ricky's looking for me, tell him… Oh whatever," I sputter as I run out. I look up for a brief moment to see Edward look puzzled at me. He looks behind him to see what's happening, then he smirks. I run out faster, my vision blurred by tears.

  I don't know why I even put myself through this. I was just fine before him. God, I was such a fool! I scream at myself, unable to take solace in anything. I half speed walk and run back to my bungalow. I just need to leave this place as soon as possible.

  As I enter my bungalow, I roughly brush the tears back. It was for the best, I tell myself. It's about time that I leave this place and him behind forever. As I grab my suitcase and start packing quickly, I have old visions of fighting with my ex-boyfriend in my head taunting me. I may not have a lot of experience, but I wonder if all guys are the same.

  I just made the mistake of trusting my ex-boyfriend for all these years, when he'd been playing me for a fool and cheating on me repeatedly with a slew of random women. I don't know why I would think Ricky would be any different. Especially with his drop dead good looks, incredible talent and charm, and his track record of catching the eye of every woman within sight.

  I need to pack faster. I storm around my room grabbing items and tossing them in my suitcase. He did me a favor, I tell myself. The faster I put all this behind me and move on, the better I can keep my sanity and move on with my life. I'm done.

  My phone beeps loudly. I roll my eyes at the unwelcome text interruption. Of course, it's Ricky. He asks if everything is okay. He says he's concerned. I narrow my eyes at my phone and throw it on the bed. Pretty soon, it'll all be a distant memory anyway. I turn to my laptop and double check my travel plans. It takes just a moment to e-mail Julia about picking me up at the airport along with my itinerary.

  Then there is a loud knock at my door. "Belle, it's me, Ricky. Open the door."

  I roll my eyes as I look towards the door before I walk over angrily. I throw the door open and stare him down.

  "Yes?" I can't help but see red. Why isn't he down the beach kissing that blonde bimbo? Why is he wasting my time? This isn’t me. But suddenly I’m
consumed with anger.

  "Belle, what's going on? I had to practically beat it out of Edward. He said you weren't feeling well?"

  I shoot him an icy stare before I slowly turn around to continue packing. "No, I was suddenly feeling a little sick to my stomach. Listen, I'm in the middle of something now. I need to get ready to go back." He's silent.

  After a brief pause, I blurt out, "Why don't you go back to that blonde girl? You two looked cozy." I try to hold back the tears as I feel my anger rising, ready to choke me.

  "Oh my God, Belle. Is that what this is all about? I had no interest in her, I swear. I pushed her off and told her I wasn't interested at all. Then I look up and see you running off. You have to believe me, Belle. I just want to be with you. Why else would I be here right now?"

  He gets close to me and takes my hand into his as he stares deeply into my eyes. I can't ignore him anymore. My face, my emotions begin to soften at his words and his sincere plea. His hands come up to my face to gently brush along my jaw line. "Belle, I mean it. I just want to spend every last moment with you. No one else."

  I shiver a little under his gentle touch, his sweet words and silky soft voice. "Ricky, I…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. It just took me by surprise and I simply reacted. I'm glad you're here." I smile at him softly. Truth is, he’s here with me and not down by the bonfire with that blonde bimbo or any other girl for that matter. I surprised myself with the intense emotions that took over when I saw him with her.

  "Ricky, my last long-term relationship…he cheated on me many times with many women. When I saw her trying to kiss you, I don't know…I guess I just freaked out." I feel embarrassed but want to explain myself.

  "Hush, Belle. You don't have to explain and you don't have to worry." He leans over and pulls me close to him in a warm, tight embrace. He feels so amazing and comfortable, like home. Soon his warm, hard, muscular body presses against mine, making me breathe a little heavier. His soft lips graze my neck and quickly find my lips.

  In a flash, he has me pinned down on the bed. We stare into each other’s eyes as he holds my wrists down. He comes back down to kiss me passionately as we tumble around the bed. Our clothes go flying off as we can't wait to hold our naked bodies close together. I've been waiting for this moment all day.

  "Belle, I can't believe you ran off like that. I think I may have to punish you a little for not trusting me," he teases. I look at him a little warily. Is he kidding? I smile tentatively at him.

  "I'm not kidding," he says coldly. For a minute, I'm a little alarmed. He pulls out silk scarves from his pants pocket. "I have to make sure you don't get away this time," he winks at me with a sexy smile. I giggle back. Okay, I'm open-minded enough to go along, I think. He surprises me and quickly flips my body around on the bed so that my face is almost smashed against the soft bed. I gasp as he pulls my arms back and binds my wrists together with his silk scarf.

  "Don't worry, baby. This won't hurt…too much." I raise an eyebrow but I don't think he can see nor does he care.

  Oddly I feel excited, turned on by what he might have in store for me. He pulls my body up by the ties abruptly and over his lap. My fully naked body is pressed into his lap. I feel his hard erection poking me in the lower stomach, and am extremely aware of my moistness on my inner thighs. His hand comes up and glides in between my thighs.

  "Oh baby, that's nice. I see you're already ready for me. Good girl. But you know you've been a bad girl tonight, running out on me like that, right?" His voice is sexy yet mildly threatening in a really hot way. I bite my lower lip.

  Before I can answer, I feel his hands caressing my ass. Within a second, he removes them and swiftly smacks me hard squarely against my ass. The loud smack of stinging skin rings in my ears and lights up my backside. "Ow! Oh my God! What the…" Again, his hand comes down swiftly and fiercely, smacking against my already sensitive butt cheek. I bite my lip hard in pain this time. Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

  "Now, that's much better. Since it's your first offense, I may take it easier on you tonight," he whispers to me as he roughly caresses my stinging flesh. The sensitive heat and stinging on my butt are somehow erotically soothed by his big warm strong hands grabbing and kneading my sensitive skin.

  He alternates between grabbing handfuls of my sensitive ass, with sliding his fingers in between my thighs, probing my growing wetness. I can feel and hear him breathing harder. His erection is pushing into me painfully.

  "Oh yes, Belle, I see you like a little punishment, you bad girl you." He whispers in a really turned on tone. I squirm helplessly as he slides and drags his fingers along my soaking wet folds. He slowly sinks a digit deep inside me. I groan softly and deeply, thrusting my hips back, wanting more.

  He pulls me up and pushes me back down on the bed in a similar awkward position. My face is down against the bed pillow but he's pushed up my hips so my ass is sticking out exposed. My wrists are still bound together in an awkward way. He pushes my legs farther apart and comes in closer.

  "Oh baby, I've been wanting to do this all day. You taste and feel so damn good. So hot, so sexy." He whispers as he comes forward and pushes me deeper into the bed. He grabs a hold of my hips and with a forceful thrust, pierces my pussy with his incredible hardness. I gasp as the immense pressure fills me completely. I start panting as he thrusts hard, relentlessly slamming into me aggressively. It's almost like he's punishing me with his rough play.

  Only after a few seconds of his hardness mercilessly pounding my slippery wet pussy, it builds incredible pressure within me. He slams against my throbbing clit as my wetness drenches him. I can't hold back any longer. I scream half into the bed and half out into the room. All I hear is the sound of our skin relentlessly slapping as he drills me harder in desperate passion. I scream as he pounds my intense orgasm through me.

  I feel my muscles contract and clench tightly around him as my walls spasm with my all-consuming release. I moan through the aftershocks and then feel him suddenly tense up. "Oh baby, you're so damn hot. Oh God, I'm going to come," he whispers urgently. I feel his member jerk around inside me for a second before he pulls out and rubs himself in the crack of my ass. I feel his warmth on my backside and in between my cheeks. He groans and falls forward pulling me down with him.

  We're both panting desperately to catch our breath. He quickly unties me and uses the scarf to help clean me up. We embrace and fall into the bed with some more mad, passionate kisses. He was the most incredible kisser I've ever known. I smile and moan into his delicious warm kisses.

  After we take a moment to clean up and get comfortable in my bed again, we turn toward each other to hold each other tight. "You're sleeping over tonight? You really should. I mean, you're more than welcome to. It's getting late so why don't you stay," I whisper to him with a smile.

  "Absolutely, beautiful. You couldn't drag me away," he winks at me with a tired but satisfied smile. We sink into each other’s arms and under the covers. As we snuggle our warm, naked bodies together, I can feel myself slowly drifting off. But before I do, I can't stop wondering. Would I ever see him again after this trip? Would I ever find out who he really is? There are so many odd and intriguing hints, why is he so mysterious anyway?

  All I know is that I've never been happier than this week, and I really needed it. I sigh quietly in his arms, trying to enjoy the moment but knowing that our time here was quickly ending. I guess that it can only be left up to fate, and I decide that I don't have the capacity to worry about this now. Tomorrow is another day. In my last trying relationship, I've learned that I just need to take things one day at a time. I hear Ricky's voice in my head. The other night he said something about not ruining the perfect moment with worry. I reflect on how smart that really is.

  I decide to take Ricky's wise advice. I am just going to enjoy and revel in this current, perfect moment with him. I've never felt more amazing. I close my eyes and truly savor the incredible moment, right here, right now with him. I would have
never thought my work trip would’ve turned out to be like this. That I would meet a man like him.

  But then I wonder, who is he anyway? In my mind's eye, I see Edward telling me again that Ricky's a rich, talented and successful man in demand. Then I see Ricky's expert dance moves at the club, then Ricky serenading me at the bonfire with his silky smooth voice and perfect lyrics. Is he some kind of rich rock star? Mm, my rockstar billionaire. I grin softly at the sudden odd thought and it slightly jolts me awake. Would I ever get to the bottom of this? But soon my thoughts start to run together again as I get sleepier.

  As I slowly drift off to sleep, I snuggle up and hold him tighter. My lips slowly curl in a satisfied grin. For the first time in a very long time, I realize I'm truly happy. No matter what happens, I know I will always remember this trip.

  The End

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  Heidi and the Kaiser by Selena Kitt

  Chapter One

  Heidi would do anything. That's what they all said.

  She was little more than a glorified go-fer, anyway, running across town to fetch props for the shoot and two dozen hot coffees, or lugging cameras and equipment and trudging after the photographer. There was also making sure the models had exactly what they wanted, when they wanted, and how they wanted it. That was the worst part of the job.

  "I said half caf decaf mocha latte!"

  Heidi ducked as the tall, nude figure threw the full coffee towards the wastebasket but missed, the cup tipping over and leaking out onto the floor.

  "I'm sorry." Heidi knelt to mop up the mess.