The Billionaire's Muse Complete Series Box Set

by M. S. Parker

  Now I was even more confused.

  Until I suddenly realized what he meant. Then, I was amused.

  “You won’t.” I stepped into him so that our combined hands were caught between us. I smiled up at him. “Not for real.”

  I could see the struggle on his face, and I pulled one hand free from his grasp, reaching up to brush my fingers over his eyebrow. He made a sound in the back of his throat as I rested my palm against his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch.

  “When I say that I want you, I mean all of you,” I assured him. I reached down and ran my fingers over the erection straining against his zipper. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I would like to be picking things up where we left off.”

  His response was to pull his shirt over his head, then reach for mine, yanking it up and tossing it to the floor. His eyes never left mine, not even as he went to his knees in front of me. Neither of us spoke as he helped me out of my jeans, or when he gently kissed my stomach. Everything else that’d happened between us faded away as he rested his cheek against my bare skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, the heat between us settling to a quiet simmer for a few peaceful moments.

  Then he kissed his way across my stomach, just above the waistband of my panties. I made a soft noise as the sensations tickled, but I didn’t want him to stop. Especially not when he gripped my knee and draped my leg over his shoulder. I put a hand on his other shoulder, balancing myself as he pulled the panties to one side and put his mouth on me.

  My eyes wanted to close as he moved his tongue over me, dipping down before coming back up to circle my clit, but I kept them open, not wanting to miss a moment of this man, on his knees, pleasuring me. Worshipping me.

  He put a hand on the small of my back as his tongue flicked back and forth in rapid succession, each touch the perfect combination of friction and pressure.

  “Ah...” I made a strangled sound as my muscles tensed. “Alix.” His name came out in a whimper as I climaxed.

  “I’ve got you,” he murmured, the air ghosting across my skin.

  The shiver sent another ripple of pleasure through me, a ripple that kept going as Alix placed my foot on the floor. He stood as he ran his hands over my ribcage, under my breasts, and moved his thumbs over my nipples. They hardened under my bra, and I moaned as he covered one with his mouth, teasing it through the fabric.

  “Alix.” I tugged on his hair. “Please.”

  He raised his head, a glint in his eyes. “Impatient, aren’t you?”

  I glared at him, then laughed as he swept me up in his arms. He didn’t take me far, just over to the couch where he laid me down, stripping off my panties and bra before taking a step back to remove the last of his clothes.

  I reached out my hands to him, and he took them as he moved to kneel between my legs. The couch was narrow, but it was enough for what we were going to do, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

  He shifted his grasp so that he was holding both my wrists in one hand. As he stretched out on top of me, he put my arms over my head, holding them firm against the arm of the couch. His free hand clutched my hip, as he rocked against me. The tip of his cock slipped over my wet folds, then between them to nudge against my clit.

  He hesitated, gaze searching my face for something.

  “I love you,” I said. “Alix Wexler. All of you. Faults. Strengths.” I wiggled my hands. “Kinks.”

  He smiled then, leaning down to take my mouth as he surged forward, locking us together in one smooth thrust. My body arched up to meet his, to find the completion that only he could bring. We moved together in perfect rhythm, each push and pull relentlessly driving us toward the same goal.

  His tongue plundered my mouth, thoroughly owning it as much as his body owned mine. He owned everything. My heart. Mind. Soul. Everything. But as our release crashed into us, I saw the truth in his eyes. I owned him as well.

  It wasn’t until several minutes had passed, and I was tucked back against him, his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach, that he broke the silence.

  “Marry me.”

  We’d known each other only two months and had been apart for half of them. Of course, there was only one answer I could give.

  Thirty

  Sine

  The late summer weather decided to cut us a break, which meant I wasn’t sweltering in my simple pale green dress. I didn’t wear many dresses, but I knew that my mother would never forgive me if she saw pictures of today with me in shorts. She was already disapproving of the whole thing as it was.

  Even though I’d discovered I was pregnant while still in Ireland, I hadn’t told my family then. I’d wanted to have a plan in place before breaking the news. Besides, Alix had deserved to know first.

  When I called them the day after Alix and I reconciled, I’d been able to tell them that Alix had proposed, and that I’d accepted. I’d also told them that we’d be making it legal at the courthouse in only two weeks. Mam hadn’t been happy, but when I’d assured her that I’d bring him to meet the family as soon as we were able, she’d been mollified. A bit at least.

  Despite the fact that we weren’t standing in a good Catholic church, Mam would want pictures. And we would want to show pictures to our son or daughter one day.

  So, I was wearing a dress.

  But that wasn’t really the main thing on my mind. I couldn’t take my eyes off Alix. He was wearing a suit at my request rather than a tuxedo, but I wasn’t fool enough to believe that the suit wasn’t the kind tailor-made at a price that I didn’t want to think about.

  And I wanted to peel off every expensive layer and trace his abs with my tongue. Move my mouth lower...

  Dammit.

  Heat suffused my cheeks. I’d been blessed to not have much morning sickness, but I’d discovered a more unexpected symptom when Alix and I had made love my first night back.

  I wanted him all the time.

  Insatiably.

  As in I couldn’t even sit next to him and watch a movie without touching him. Sliding my hand up his leg, feeling his thigh muscles tense and bunch. Unzipping his pants and taking him in my mouth.

  The night he proposed, we stayed in my apartment, but the next day, we’d taken my things to his place.

  And then christened every room. Twice.

  He’d rebuffed my attempts to get him to join me in the shower this morning, saying that we’d be late if we showered together, and I’d had to admit that he was right.

  That didn’t mean I planned on waiting until after the party I knew Alix’s friends had planned for us before we left for our honeymoon. If I had to, I’d settle for a quickie in a closet or in the limo.

  And I’d come prepared.

  I let a little smirk into my smile as he stretched out his hand. I took it and stepped up next to him.

  “You’re up to something,” he said under his breath.

  “Perhaps,” I answered coyly.

  “And what would that be?” He leaned closer so that our conversation was still private. “Perhaps something for the honeymoon?”

  I shook my head and snuck a glance at the Justice of the Peace who was still searching in his desk for something, “Since you refused to assist me in getting dressed this morning, I may have neglected to put on...everything.”

  His eyes widened, then narrowed as they slid over me, sending my pulse racing. “Are you telling me that under that dress...”

  “I suppose you’ll need to find out.”

  His fingers tightened around mine as he pulled me closer to him so that his mouth was pressed against my ear. “When we get in the limo, I’m going to pull up that dress, and if I find you bare, you’ll be in for a punishment.”

  I shivered as he pulled back. “Yes, please.”

  His eyes darkened. “Let’s get this started.”

  Even when the Justice began the familiar ceremony, I didn’t take my gaze from Alix’s. The words would make it official, but I already knew that he was my future. My
forever.

  I must have said the right things at the right times because before I knew it, he was kissing me, and the guys were whistling. Someone cleared their throat, and Alix broke the kiss, his eyes shining, a smile stretched from ear to ear. His thumb moved back and forth over my rings as he raised my hand to brush a kiss across my knuckles.

  “I love you, Sine Wexler.”

  “And I love you,” I replied. “But don’t think this gets you off the hook for the big Catholic wedding Mam is planning for next month. The whole family is looking forward to meeting you.”

  He swallowed hard, a bit of anxiety showing in his eyes. “How many brothers do you have again?”

  I gave him a wry smile. “Six. But it’s not the brothers you need to be worrying about.”

  “Ex?”

  I shook my head and laughed. “You knocked up a staunch Irish Catholic’s daughter out of wedlock, and you’ll have to be answering to Mam about that.”

  The Billionaire’s Muse series continues in Jace’s story, One Night Only. Turn the page to keep reading.

  One

  Savannah

  It was too fucking hot outside, but it had been a hell of a week, and I needed to unwind. And not the eating ice cream and binging on Game of Thrones kind of unwinding. I needed dancing, drinking, and fucking, though I wasn't particular about the order.

  The sun was almost down by the time I stepped back outside, but New York City was still sweltering. Then again, it was the end of June, so the heat wasn't surprising. Even in my barely-there dress, my skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweat when I climbed into the cab. I gave the driver the club's address and grimaced as the backs of my thighs stuck to the seat despite the air-conditioning.

  I grew up in Indiana, so it wasn't like I wasn't used to the heat, but there was something different about a suburban summer in the Midwest as opposed to the Big Apple. Like all the worst parts of sun and heat and humanity came together in the worst possible way. It was one of the few things I didn't like about the city. Everything had to have some downsides, right?

  "Savannah!"

  My best friend was shouting before the cab even pulled to a stop.

  "Savannah Birch, you sexy little bitch, get your ass out of there and get over here!"

  Oh shit, he was drunk already.

  "Here." I handed the driver a couple bills. "Thanks."

  I'd barely gotten two steps away before six feet, five inches of gorgeous gay man enfolded me in an entirely too sweaty hug.

  "How much have you had to drink?" My voice was muffled as I tried to push him away. I loved him, but it was too fucking hot for this mess.

  "You were late," Everett explained as he hooked his arm through mine and practically pulled me to the door. "So Lei and Lorde decided we needed to play a drinking game. I'm losing."

  I shook my head. "You know, one would think that seven years with those two would've taught you a thing or two."

  He gave me one of his devastating grins and winked at the bouncer as we went inside. He always got flirty and flamboyant when he drank, which was usually why Lei and Lorde liked to make it happen. A drunk Everett was a sight to behold.

  Everett and I had been inseparable since the first day of kindergarten when Titus McPherson stole my Captain America lunchbox. I'd gone after him, but not before Titus spilled the contents everywhere and stomped all over them just because my brother, Jonathan, had called his brother a booger eater, which was, of course, a deadly insult for a manly preschooler to offer. I'd been ready to knock out a tooth or two when this scrawny little thing with platinum blond hair and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen came up, shoved Titus hard enough to knock him on his ass, then said I could share his lunch.

  He officially came out to me in seventh grade, but I'd suspected his sexual preferences when he joined me in mooning over whichever boy band was the most popular at the time. Fortunately, I'd never harbored any romantic feelings for him, so I was able to be totally supportive after he had the talk with his parents.

  "You're late." Lorde Mayfair and I bonded over a shared birthday when we met at NYU freshman orientation. She had a degree in Metropolitan studies, but currently worked as a sales clerk at a high-end fashion boutique while she decided what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. As a result, she never quite understood the dedication the rest of us had toward our careers.

  "And you look amazing," I said as I took in the cute sundress that did wonders for her pleasantly plump figure. With her youthfully cute face, short chestnut brown waves, and blue-green eyes, she still got carded even though she was twenty-five.

  "So do you," she said as she gave me a loose hug before sitting back down.

  "See, Everett, some people understand personal boundaries," I teased as he plopped down in the booth. He stretched his arms out across the top of the seat and ruffled Lorde's hair.

  "Hey, I can't help it that you're so huggable," he countered. "Like a teddy bear. An angry teddy bear."

  I glared at Lorde, who gave me a wide-eyed, innocent look, and pointed to the fourth member of our party.

  Lei Oshiro was the most unassuming member of the group, and the youngest at twenty-four. A second-generation Japanese-American, she spoke the language fluently and often used it to confuse men who wouldn't quite take no for an answer. Because she was on the quiet side, most people didn't realize that a devious personality lurked behind those nut-brown eyes.

  She shrugged. "You know how easily I get bored."

  "Time to catch up!" Everett announced as he jumped up. "I'm buying this round."

  As he headed toward the bar with our orders, I fanned my face. The air conditioning was on in here, but there were so many bodies packed into one place that it barely made a difference. I'd pulled all of my curls up into a sloppy sort of up-do that was both practical and appealing, so I supposed it could have been worse.

  "Is Robert meeting us tonight?" I leaned close to Lorde so I could ask the question without yelling. The new song the DJ was spinning had the sort of pounding beat that made talking nearly impossible, but dancing a near inevitability.

  Lorde shook her head. "Business trip to the West Coast. Won't be home until Sunday afternoon."

  She genuinely looked sad, and I couldn't really blame her. She and her fiancé had been together for six years and would be tying the knot in December. His name was Robert Huntington III, and most people would expect that, with a name so dickishly presumptuous sounding, he'd be a total asswipe, but he was actually a really great guy. Lei and I always said that we were both single because Robert set the bar far too high when it came to boyfriends.

  "I guess that means you'll be dancing with us all night." I picked up the glass that Everett had just set down in front of me. I downed it in a couple gulps, then grabbed Lorde's hands and pulled her onto the dance floor.

  It was time to forget about the week and all the shit assignments I kept getting at work. I was here to have some fun.

  As a tall, dark-haired hottie sidled past me, I gave him a lingering look. Yeah, I needed to get laid too. I hadn't had an actual relationship in nearly two years, but I had no problem with one night stands if I had an itch that needed to be scratched.

  And I'd been itchy for nearly a month.

  I could take care of things myself, but there was something to be said about having a hard body over you, underneath you, against you...I blew out a breath. Damn. I definitely needed to hook up with someone tonight, or I was going to spontaneously combust. One of the biggest benefits of living with Everett was that I didn't need to worry about the danger of bringing a stranger home. He was usually the most laid-back, easy-going person I knew, but he could be downright scary when it came to protecting his friends.

  Judging by the way he and a lanky brunet were grinding against each other, I wouldn't be the only one getting lucky tonight. Good for him.

  "I like your hair," I said as I clung to the arm of Lewis – Leonard? Leon?

  I'd call him L, I decided. Made things e
asier to remember.

  As he leaned down to take my key from my hand, I patted the man bun on the top of his head.

  "It's poofy." I giggled, then cursed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I wasn't supposed to drink this much tonight."

  L stopped with the door halfway open and gave me a concerned look. "Do I need to be worried?"

  I shook my head. "Still completely capable of making an informed decision." I grinned at him and patted his hair again. "I just get a bit...silly when I've had a few."

  His dark eyes twinkled as he laughed, but he didn't turn around and go home, so I figured we were good to go. And boy did I ever want to go. I was going to ride him like a pony.

  He better be able to keep up or silly drunk was going to become pissed drunk.

  As soon as I kicked the door closed, I was on him, tugging at the skin-tight t-shirt that showed every muscle in his lean torso. He was a bit pretty for my tastes, and I usually didn't go for the sort of guys who had man buns and beards, but I was a little bit tipsy and a lot horny, so this was going to happen, pretty boy or not.

  He was talking as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, but I wasn't really paying that much attention. It was all "you're so hot" and that sort of thing. I didn't really care about the compliments, and I wasn't interested in getting to know him. I just wanted to fuck him until I could no longer think.

  Suddenly, Everett's laughter echoed in the hallway, followed by the lower, more sensual laugh of the guy he'd been hanging on all night.

  "Dammit! Bedroom," I said as I grabbed L's wrist. "Gotta go quick."

  His pants were around his ankles, hindering his ability to walk as I practically dragged him after me, and I could barely keep myself from laughing. I mentally cursed my friends, and vowed to get them back for letting me get loopy-drunk.

  "We can do it out here," he said. "You got a nice couch."

  "I also have a roommate." I looked over my shoulder and giggled at the hopeful expression on his face. "Who's a guy. Bringing home another guy."