A Billionaire's Heart (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

Silence again. Brett is my manager. “Maria, join me in Brett's office please.”

  As the man and woman walk down the hall to my manager's office, a few heads poke out, first watching them, then looking to me in fear. I just turn around and sit back at my desk. I pick up my pen and start to work on my papers again, but the smell of the cake is getting to me. It's right above my trash can, so I use my pen to flip the plate off of my desk and into the trash.

  A few hours later, I hear my manager's door slam shut, and cursing from Maria and Brett's voices. My handsome boss glides out of the hallway and towards me, his expensive suit whispering a bit as he moves. “Sarah, right?” He asks, addressing me. I nod and lower my eyes, not wanting to make eye contact. “No, honey, look at me.”

  Blushing, I do as I'm told and stare deep into those cool blue eyes. He seems to dive into my soul as he looks into mine, holding me captive. “Please understand this. You are beautiful, much more beautiful than Maria will ever be. Here's my card. Could you write down your address so I can have my driver pick you up around 8 for a home cooked meal at my house tonight?”

  Stunned, I don't know what to say. I begin to shake my head and say no, but he holds up his large hand. “I insist. You deserve to be treated well.”

  I give in, and write down my address on a post it note, handing it to him. He smiles and turns to leave, but turns back really quick to add, “Oh, and one other thing- Brett and Maria have exactly 30 minutes to get their things and leave. If they're not gone by then, see to it that security escorts them out.”

  I admit that left me even more stunned than being asked out by the richest man I know. I didn't have to call security though- 10 minutes later both of them were leaving with a box full of their belongings. Both glare at me, likely trying to kill me with their hatred. As Maria follows Brett out of the building, she turns to me and points. “Don't get to excited, bitch. I'll give you what you deserve.”

  Cody, one of the few nice trainers at my work, comes out of his office to shake my hand.

  “Hey, I was just promoted to manager. I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened. I shouldn't have let it go on like that. It was cruel.”

  I smile and nod. “It was. Learn from it.”

  I think of the shame on my coworker's faces while I wash my hair in the shower. If I'm going to be having a home cooked meal with a billionaire, I have to look and smell good. I use my best shampoo and soap, both of which smell lightly of roses. I blow dry and curl my hair, pinning a few curls up for a more classic look. As for makeup, I decide to only put on some powder and eyeliner, leaving my face otherwise fresh and clean. The man saw me crying, so I'm sure he won't mind seeing me without a ton of makeup on.

  As I finish dressing, there's a knock on the door. I grab my purse that houses my phone and debit card and go to answer it. Standing outside is an older man, about 60, with a smile on his face. “Ms. Deliant? I'll be taking you to Mr. Calaway's home tonight, if you're ready.”

  I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I suppose I am.”

  The drive to Calaway's house is beautiful, once I'm out of my neighborhood. He lives in a more rural area, where trees line the road and houses are few and far between. Turning onto a dead end road, we drive for another 10 minutes, the driver being silent the whole time.

  I wish he'd say something, but maybe he's not allowed to, so I don't pressure him. The black car slows as we approach a tall gate. Hitting the button on a remote, the gate opens and we drive through.

  After parking, the driver looks to me through the rear view window. “Don't be scared. Mr. Calaway is a great man.” He exits the car and opens the back door for me, helping me out and pointing the way of the front door.

  As I approach, I wonder if I should knock or not, but that's answered for me as the door is opened by Calaway himself. “Sarah! I'm so glad you decided to join me. Come on in, please take off your shoes.”

  I walk into the mudroom and remove my strappy shoes, silently happy that I gave myself a pedicure before I came. Calaway smiles at me and I return the smile. “Dinner is just about finished, I'll show you to the dining room.”

  The house is absolutely huge, and adorned with beautiful paintings and furniture, some of them obviously imported antiques. The hallway to the dining room has a few paintings on either wall, family portraits. As I reach the end, I begin to notice a trend- most of the women are as heavy as I am!

  Mr. Calaway opens the door to the dining room, the amazing smell of turkey and other foods overwhelming my senses. I hadn't eaten anything since the cake incident, and I didn't even notice until now how famished I am! “Mmm, Mr. Calaway, it smells great!”

  The flash of a sweet smile melts my heart. “Please, call me Jack. Normally I'd have you sit at the end of the table but I'd like to get to know you better. Why don't you sit next to me, over here.”

  I nod and follow the black haired, handsome man over to the end of the table, where two places have been set. There is turkey, golden and perfectly cooked, mashed potatoes and gravy, beautiful green beans, and a bottle of what looks like very expensive red wine.

  Jack pulls out my chair for me, and pushes me in towards the table before sitting down himself. He pours two glasses of the wine and hands one to me.

  Over dinner, we discuss many things. We discuss how my coworkers had been treating me, how I had been treating myself. Throughout the night he tells me over and over again how beautiful I am, how I shouldn't be ashamed of myself and I should love myself. I make the mistake of getting drunk, though. Not too drunk, just drunk enough to lower my inhibitions.

  So when Jack leaned in for a kiss, I couldn't help myself. I leaned into it, too, returning it with a passion I didn't realize I had in me. Pulling himself back, he strokes my faces and pushing a lock of hair out of my eyes. “Sarah, you really are beautiful. And each time I saw you, so sad, at your desk, it killed me. Maria always wanted me, but you have so much that she'll never have.”

  My eyes well up, and I can feel unwanted tears forcing themselves on me again. I flick a tear away and laugh. “You're really too kind, Jack.”

  He moves closer again. “I'm not just being kind. I'm being honest. I've wanted to spend this time with you since you were hired.” We both move in for a kiss this time, butterflies dancing in my belly as his strong hands graze over my large breasts. I suddenly feel shame for my weight and I pull away.

  “What's wrong?”

  I turn away from him, crossing my arms. “Do you think I'm a fool? No billionaire, no man who could have any woman he wants, would want someone like me. I'm all lumps and fat.”

  Jack gasps as if I'd slapped him. “Sarah! I am turned on by your curves, not in spite of them! I want to explore them, get to know your whole, beautiful body. Your round butt drives me wild, your large thighs make me so hard I can't stand it. And your cleavage- god, your cleavage in this dress! Do you not understand what you're doing to me? I want you! I need you!”

  He leaps up and forces a kiss onto me, not that I mind too much after that rant. I melt into him, he melts into me. Our bodies become one and his hands again massage my large breasts, manipulating them and making the nipples stiffen. I can feel myself getting wet in my panties, and my body is aching to be touched elsewhere.

  “Come with me, Sarah.” He stands up and walks away, forcing me to scramble after him. We climb stairs and head into what must be the master bedroom, which houses a huge bed and a jacuzzi. Shutting the door behind me, Jack leads me to the bed where he lays me down and lays next to me. His hand on my stomach and his mouth on mine, I feel him stroke up and down my torso, each time going just a bit lower, but never touching my quim.

  The teasing drives me crazy, and I groan a bit louder each time he denies me the pleasure I so need. His hand slipping down my thighs a bit, it finally slips back up under my dress, his fingers playing along the lining of my panties. I whimper as he slowly lifts the panties up and slides his hand beneath them, gliding it over my smooth skin.

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p; “Good. I like a woman with a bald pussy.” His voice is a low growl, barely audible and filled with lust and power.

  I'm more turned on than I ever have been before, my whole body hot and almost buzzing with an intense desire. When he finally touches my clitoris, I shoot up and cry out. “Oh!” My legs instinctively open, giving him a clear view of my slit.

  His fingers are slick with my juice, and he slips one into my sopping hole as his thumb continues to make circles around my nub. I shake and let my body fall back onto the bed as he fingers me slowly, exploring my insides as if it were his first time. I glance down and find him admiring my body, using his other hand to rub his cock in his pants.

  With a moan, I feel his fingers manipulate my canal, pushing me closer and closer to a loud orgasm that comes rushing at me unexpectedly. I cover my mouth, trying to hold back my cry of pleasure, but he pulls it away. “I want to hear you, as loud as you need to be.” He keeps fingering me, making my orgasm last longer and longer, until he finally stops minutes later. I slowly go quiet again, and smile down at him.

  He inserts another finger, and then all 4 of his fingers are spreading my pussy wide. I'm being stretched so far. My hands grip at the bedsheets and my toes curl.

  He bows his head and I watch with glee as he slips it under my dress. Pulling my panties to the side, he licks up my juices, the slurping noises coming from him dirty but sexy at the same time. As his tongue digs deep into my hole, his nose pleasures my clitoris more. I enjoy the gentler pleasure as he cleans my cum.

  When he pulls his head back out from under my skirt, he pulls my body down towards the edge of the bed, pushing my knees up. “I'm going to make love to you like no one ever has before. I'm going to show you just how much I love your body.”

  His pants fall, and then his boxers, and immediately his hand is gripped around a huge penis, the likes of which I've never seen before. My eyes widen a bit, but so do my legs.

  Jack spits in his hand, rubbing the spit onto his meat. Shining and slick now, he places it at my clit. The head is hot, and the way it rubs against me drives me wild. I writhe beneath him as he moves his meat up and down my slit, his precum and spit mixing with my own juices to make his cock very slippery.

  He leans over me, one hand holding him up and the other steadying his dick as it hits my hole and slowly enters me. I expect there to be pain, but I feel so comfortable right now that he slides right in, right up to my cervix.

  He stays there for a while, pushing further into me so while I sit up and kiss him. Our tongues dance as my body gets used to his penetration. I fight the urge to squirm and wiggle beneath him, wanting to wait until he's ready to start fucking me.

  His hand wraps around my neck and slams me down again. I look up at him with adoring eyes, my hands wrapped around his wrists as he strangles me and starts to fuck me. It's slow at first, then hard. He sucks on one of my nipples while he fucks me.

  The room is starting to go dark, and I try to pull his hands away from my throat. He pulls them away, then uses one to slap my left breast hard. I wince and gasp. He does it again to my right breast, then alternates back and forth until both of my tits are bright red and throbbing.

  He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth again. His wet tongue against my aching breasts feels heavenly. My pussy spasms around his cock, and I wrap my arms around his neck. With one knee on the bed beneath my leg, the other leg on the floor giving his thrusts a bit of power, he starts to fuck me. His free hand grabs at my love handle, a groan escaping his mouth as I feel his penis twitch inside of me. Still, he fucks me slowly, lovingly. He showers my breasts with attention, kisses them and suckling on the nipples gently. I know he won't last like this for long though, and soon enough his thrusts are picking up speed and power.

  A drop of sweat falls from Jack's forehead onto Sarah's stomach. The sound of their fucking fills the room, and all at once both of them cum, loudly, their bodies pounding into each other. Jack's thick ropes of cum spill into Sarah's womb.

  INSATIABLE

  Billionaire Bad Boy Baby Romance Novel

  Ivanna Roze

  1

  In the heat of the afternoon, two people tangled up in sweaty bedsheets writhe with ecstatic gasps. Their touches are charged, full of primal desire. The woman's dark skin glistens with water that the man laps up at her neck. The salt brings his taste buds alive. The sensation of his slick tongue against her skin makes her clench around his manhood and moan out his name.

  Gripping his back with her hands and wrapping her legs around him, she throws off the bedsheets. The man's face dips down, his soft lips sucking in her nipple.

  They move in time until the woman's toes curl, her legs gripping him tighter. She orgasms around him, and then he follows her, spilling into her.

  Falling down with a gasp, Charlotte Spencer's black hair cascades over the bed like serpents. The man leans over her for a kiss, which she turns away from. His hand hovers over her forehead, wanting to push a stand of hair from her skin, but she pushes him away.

  “Thanks for picking me up, Max.” Leaning to one side, Charlotte grabs her phone from the table next to her bed. “I don't know what I would have done without you. I hate with Louis calls in sick, this is the third time in two months!”

  Maxwell Cooper, a tall, buff man with wild brown hair and a scruffy beard that Charlotte hates, grins down at her. “No problem. You've repaid me enough.” Max nuzzles his face into her shoulder, his perpetual five o'clock shadow scratching her skin.

  Today, like every other day that Charlotte might call Max to her, was nothing more than her way of dealing with stress. Friends with benefits, no strings attached. That was the deal they made after Max made his little mistake and forced Charlotte to break up with him.

  Max, on the other hand, has never cut those ties. His heart lies with this woman with hair like the darkest night and eyes fierce as any lion's. He has been fighting for her love ever since they broke up, but Charlotte has never relented.

  Reaching around her curvy body, Max gropes Charlotte's breast. Her brown nipple stiffens in response, but the rest of her body tenses as she sighs. She sits up, her lips tight. The sheet slips from her shoulders, her brown back glistening in the fading afternoon sunlight that streams in from the Southern window behind her bed. At all times, Charlotte looks like a goddess. Breathtaking, inspiring, terrifying. Capable of compassion and creation, or brutal destruction.

  “Max, we need to talk.”

  His heart leaps. He sits up straight, his eyebrows furrowing. He gives Charlotte his full attention, hoping that maybe she'll finally relent and become his girlfriend again. He has been over to her house, in her bed, three times this week. He even fully satisfied her each time to the best of his ability. Surely, she's ready to trust him again.

  “What's up, beautiful?”

  “We can't keep doing this.”

  “Doing what?” Max reaches between her legs while kissing her hip bone. She smells like sex and spiced apple. “This?”

  Charlotte pushes off the bed, ripping the sheet from him and wrapping it around her body. With it draping down her thin frame, she looks even more like a goddess. Aphrodite, angry. “I can't keep sleeping with you, Max. I'm just leading you on, or you're reading more into this than you should be. I don't know who's to blame, all I know is I'm never going to give you the kind of relationship you want from me.”

  “What?” He asks, coming to the edge of the bed. His chest tightens, a familiar ache threatening to overwhelm him.

  “Please just go. I need you to leave.” Her jaw clenches, her fists at her side straining to keep her from lashing out. When Max doesn't get up immediately, she throws her arms up and turns, opening her drawers and slamming them shut as she grabs clothes. She throws them on the counter in the bathroom attached to her bedroom. The same bathroom where Max lost his virginity. “I'm going to take a shower, and when I get out you need to be gone.”

  “Wait!” Max stands up, not covering himself. His cock
slaps against his leg as he runs to the door, trying to stop her. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because, Max! You fucked up, and I still haven't forgiven you!”

  Max grabs her arm, but she pulls away and slaps his face. He rubs his stinging cheek and tries to choke down a tear. “I thought you enjoyed this!”

  “The sex is great and always has been, but it's not worth it to keep torturing myself with your stupid puppy dog looks and idiotic dream of one day marrying me! It's never going to happen! You have to go. It was so stupid of me to rely on your help to deal with my stress, and now I'm cutting you off.”

  Charlotte stands there for another second, watching Max as he goes from hurt to furious to hurt again. He has a million questions he wants to ask her, and a million more insults he wants to sling her way, but before he can say anything she slams the door with a loud sigh.

  “God damn it!” Max bellows, throwing Charlotte's expensive bedside lamp to the floor and shattering it. He grabs his clothes and his cell phone, pulling a framed photo of her off the wall in the hallway and breaking its glass before storming out of the house. Hopping into his Lamborghini, his radio blares speed metal and he rushes out to the nearest club. He's going to dance, drink, and then fuck someone. Doesn't matter who. All that matters is pumping up the ego that Charlotte just stepped on, cut up, and ground to a pulp.

  With three stages, 10 private rooms, expensive liquor, and the students of an Ivy League college nearby, Paradise on Ten and Drive is the number one club in the city. It's a little slice of New York hundreds of miles away. Celebrities from all over the world travel to be seen at Paradise, and it's no surprise. It's been around for fifty years and has been owned by one of the top movie producers ever since then.

  Only a few people are able to bypass the line and just get into the club on any given night. Politicians. Celebrities. Exceptionally beautiful women. Max slides by the bouncer with a nod thanks to his heavy investment in the club and his father's work with the owner.