The Billionaire's Muse Complete Series Box Set

by M. S. Parker

“You too.” I glanced up at the guys who’d begun one of those conversations that came out of mutual experiences. “How do they all know each other?”

  Tanya answered, “Reb and Erik met at Columbia. They were roommates until Reb left. Alix – the one whose show this is – is Erik’s cousin.”

  “And Jace?”

  The women exchanged looks, their cheeks flushing.

  “They met at a club,” Savannah said.

  It sounded simple enough, but something in her light gray eyes made me think there was more to that statement than she was letting on. I wasn’t about to press the issue though.

  “There’s the man of the hour.” Erik’s voice cut through our conversation as a dark-haired man who shared Erik’s muscular build and chiseled jaw came toward us. He had to be Erik’s cousin, and the photographer, Alix Wexler. I didn’t know, however, who the tiny redhead tucked beneath his arm was.

  “You look amazing,” Savannah said as she hugged the newcomer. “Paige, this is Sine, Alix’s wife. Sine, this is Paige Ryce. She’s here with Reb.”

  “Lovely to meet you,” Sine said with a smile.

  “Likewise.” I couldn’t help but smile back. Between the orange-red curls, freckles, and Irish accent, I didn’t imagine there were many people she couldn’t charm.

  “Is the morning sickness getting any better?” Tanya asked, sounding for all the world like a worried mother though I doubted there was much age difference between her and Sine.

  Sine nodded. “Mam sent me a few local remedies that she swore by with my brothers and me and they’ve done the trick.”

  “And your doctor said it’s safe for you to travel at the end of the month?”

  Savannah sounded as protective of Sine as Tanya. I understood it though. Something about the young woman just brought it out.

  “Sine and Alix are going to Ireland for a big wedding,” Savannah explained. “They’ve already had a ceremony here, but Sine’s mom wanted a ceremony in a church.”

  “Big Catholic family,” Sine said with a smile. Her hand rested on her stomach in one of those absent gestures most pregnant women seemed to make. “Alix is convinced my father’s going to kill him. Well, him or my brothers.”

  “You do have six of them,” Tanya said with a soft laugh. “If Erik knocks me up, at least he doesn’t have to worry about someone coming after him.”

  “Yes, he does,” Savannah countered. “Because if he behaves like an ass, he’ll have to deal with Sine and me.”

  I’d always been fine with family being just Mom and me, but seeing this group together, I felt a twinge of longing for a bigger family.

  “So, Paige, you’re here with Reb?” Tanya turned the conversation to me.

  “Not like that,” I quickly said. “I’m his public relations rep.” The trio exchanged knowing looks, and I shook my head. “What?”

  Savannah and Sine looked at Tanya, who shrugged. “We’ve all been there.”

  “Been where?”

  “Thinking that things were just professional between us and our men,” Savannah said. “Tanya and Erik met over a book deal.”

  “Savannah’s an art critic who was sent to do a story on Jace,” Sine said.

  “And Sine used to be Alix’s assistant,” Tanya finished up.

  “Technically, I still am,” Sine said. Her cheeks colored. “Just with a few…perks now.”

  We all laughed, but their words kept echoing back in my head as Reb came back to my side. The couples split off to mingle, and Reb led me through the gallery, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back.

  “You seemed to be getting along well with the others,” he said as we stopped in front of one of the first photographs.

  “I like them,” I said honestly. I didn’t tell him that they thought he and I had more between us than work. They’d figure it out sooner or later, and I didn’t see any reason to make things more awkward.

  The picture in front of me was done in black and white, a slender model, nude save a pair of lace panties and a pair of handcuffs hanging from one wrist.

  Oh. Okay.

  The next photograph had the model from the neck down, a strip of silk across her breasts bringing the only color to the piece, a bright green that stood out starkly against the background.

  “Does this bother you?” Reb asked, pitching his voice low enough that only I could hear it.

  “Does what bother me?” I didn’t look at him as I moved to the next picture.

  The model was on her stomach again, but her panties were gone. The cut of the shot showed only the beginning swell of her ass, but it was clear she was naked. Her hands were tied together at the small of her back with the same bright cloth that had covered her breasts in the previous picture.

  “I didn’t know exactly what Alix’s series was about, but he’d hinted that it was on the erotic side,” Reb said. “I didn’t think to ask if it would bother you.”

  I shook my head, willing my face not to betray me. There was no way I could let Reb know that, far from bothering me, the pictures turned me on in a way that was surprising. Not because I was attracted to the model, but because the subject matter touched something primal inside me.

  The fourth picture was a close up of the model’s mouth, lips cherry red around a ball gag. The fifth another close-up, but this time of her whole face. She wore a mask, and the gag was gone. The mask was gold, the rest black and white, but the simplicity of it made it stand out all the more. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted.

  She was coming, I realized with a start. Either he’d hired someone who could fake it with amazing reality…or she’d really been coming. Which made me wonder if she’d done it herself, or if Alix had been the one…shit.

  “I don’t think I could do that,” Reb said quietly. “Share my woman with the world.”

  My heart gave a funny skipping beat as I realized what he meant. “That’s Sine.”

  “You didn’t know?”

  I shook my head, unable to tear my eyes from the photo.

  “The whole series is her. That’s why they’re in black and white, so no one can see her hair or eye color,” he explained. “Too easy to identify her.”

  “She doesn’t seem the type,” I said.

  “The type to pose for erotic pictures?” Reb asked. “Or the type to get into BDSM?”

  “Both,” I admitted.

  “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” he said dryly as he moved to the next picture.

  Tried it? The room was suddenly too hot, the air too thick. Was he simply telling me not to think I knew Sine after only a few minutes of conversation…or was he saying something else? Was he saying that this was what he was into? And that he wanted me to try it with him?

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  What had I gotten myself into?

  And why did the idea of exploring these new, primal feelings appeal to me so much?

  Fifteen

  Reb

  Alix had told us that his series of pictures explored the juxtaposition between innocence and the erotic nature of BDSM, and that Sine had been his model, but, of course, I’d never even thought to tell Paige. Even if I had, I wasn’t sure I would’ve been able to do it. Not after how things had gone with Mitzi.

  If I was going to be completely honest with myself, I’d been caught between anticipation and anxiety from the moment I’d invited Paige to come with me. But then we were in the limo, and it was too late to change my mind. A part of me was grateful that the decision was no longer mine to make.

  My friends had been polite to Paige, but as soon as she’d started talking to the other women, the guys had turned on me with smug smiles. I’d tried to blow them off, tell them that she was an employee of sorts, nothing more. Then they’d reminded me that Tanya, Sine, and Savannah had all started in similar ways. I’d told them they were crazy.

  Now, as we reached the end of the series, I was beginning to think they were right. With every new picture, the tension between the two of u
s grew. Neither of us had said anything since those first few portraits, but she studied each new one we came to. The one with the flogger resting on the small of Sine’s back. The one where the only color was the pink handprints on her ass.

  Alix really had found his muse with Sine. I’d been skeptical of her, both before she left, and even more when she’d come back, but I could see it now. How good the two of them were together.

  I’d meant what I said to Paige though. I didn’t understand how Alix could display the pictures for the world to see. Then again, just because we were both Doms didn’t mean the same things got us off. For example, exhibitionism wasn’t my thing, but it apparently got things going for Alix and Sine.

  I hoped he knew how lucky he was to have found someone like her. Not that I found her attractive beyond aesthetic appreciation. I didn’t envy him the girl, but I did envy what they had. The freedom to be who he wanted to be, to want what he wanted and not be judged for it.

  I shook off the self-pitying thoughts and smiled at Alix as Paige and I walked over to where he and Sine were talking to Congressman Powers. I gave the older man a polite nod as he said his goodbyes, then turned back to my friend.

  “Amazing,” I said, leaning in to give him a hard clap on the back. “I knew you were talented, but damn. This is the best work I’ve ever seen you do.”

  “It’s all because of her,” Alix said, kissing the top of Sine’s head.

  She gave him an exasperated look. “Take the compliment, love.”

  Erik and Tanya came up then, and while I knew I should probably hang around a bit, the combination of the photos and having Paige next to me for the past hour was either going to drive me to drink…or do something else that probably wasn’t a good idea.

  Which meant I needed to get Paige away from me.

  “Ready to go?” I asked.

  She looked surprised by the question but nodded in agreement. I quickly said our goodbyes, slid my arm around her waist, and walked us out to where the valet was waiting.

  It didn’t take long for us to get into the limo, but we stopped almost immediately when we pulled onto the highway.

  So much for getting away from Paige.

  “Is something wrong?” She broke the silence with a question and a hand on my forearm. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself, and then you suddenly wanted to leave.”

  “Nothing’s wrong,” I said as I turned toward her. Her hand dropped from my arm to land on my knee, burning through the denim.

  Fuck it.

  I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her, pouring everything in me into her. Our first kiss had been just as rash, just as impetuous, but unless she told me to stop, I didn’t intend to let her go this time. If I was going to fuck up my life even more than it already was, at least I’d get something out of it.

  For a moment, she stiffened, and I worried that she was going to pull away, but then her mouth softened, lips parted. When her hands grabbed the front of my jacket, I slapped my hand against the button to close the tinted window between the front seat and the back area. I was planning on taking full advantage of whatever was keeping us stuck in traffic, but unlike Alix, I didn’t intend for anyone but me to see Paige this way.

  She pushed my jacket off my shoulders, her hands greedy as she grabbed my ass and then yanked my shirt out of the back of my pants. I nipped her bottom lip, then sucked it into my mouth, the taste of her going straight to my cock. I felt like a teenager again, my hands running over her dress, learning every curve of her body.

  The limo started to move again, but it was slow enough that I barely acknowledged it. I was more concerned with getting Paige stretched out underneath me and seeing if those legs looked as good as they felt.

  “Fuck, Reb,” she gasped as I kissed my way down her neck. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  No.

  “Yes.”

  I moved further down her body, settling between her legs even as she grabbed my shoulders.

  “What are you–”

  I pulled her panties to the side and licked her.

  “Fuck!”

  I pressed my mouth against her pussy, my hands on her hips to keep her in place. She gasped and cursed, writhing as I ran my tongue over her sensitive skin, then around her clit. Fuck. I’d never imagined how hot it could be to see someone as polished as her completely come apart. I needed to make her come, and then we could decide if I’d go upstairs to her place or she’d come to mine to continue this.

  It didn’t take much, telling me she’d been wound as tight as me. I moved the tip of my tongue in rapid flicks over her clit, and then she was crying out my name so loud that I doubted even the sound-proofed barrier could keep the driver from hearing her. Not that I minded. He needed to know that she was with me. She was mine.

  I moved back up her body to take her mouth, my erection rubbing against the space between her legs. Then I shifted, and she stiffened, pulling back.

  “Sorry, am I crushing you?” I pushed myself off of her.

  She shook her head as she smoothed down her skirt. “No, no, I was just…I mean, we shouldn’t…”

  “Hey, it’s okay,” I said, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’m not expecting anything.”

  She looked flustered. More so than I’d ever seen her. I reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear. She didn’t flinch, but she didn’t lean into my touch either.

  “I’m serious, Paige. I wouldn’t pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do.” She still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Was your last ex a jerk or something?”

  She shook her head and offered me a half-smile. “No, it’s nothing like that.”

  “What then?” I asked, mostly because I wanted to know, but also because talking would help keep my mind off of my throbbing case of blue balls. “You’re some kind of ice queen? Don’t want to lose your virginity in the back of a limo?”

  I said it as a joke, but then I registered her expression. Her wide eyes. The way the color drained from her face.

  Fuck.

  Suddenly, the door opened, and the driver was smiling down at us.

  “I’m going now.” Her voice was hoarse.

  I just nodded, too shocked to say anything, not even when she climbed out of the car and refused to look at me. A virgin? Had I seriously almost just deflowered my PR rep in the back of a limo?

  I needed to get my life straightened up, and fast, because if I didn’t, it was going to spin so out of control that no PR would fix it.

  I strummed my fingers across the strings of my guitar, not really trying to play a specific chord, but rather just hearing the different notes and trying to figure out where they should go. It always sounded strange when I tried to explain it that way. People tended to get it in their heads that music was composed in a certain way, but everyone had different ways of doing things.

  I hadn’t heard the music in my head for too long, and it wasn’t back yet, but I could feel it coming. Like something on the tip of my tongue, or in the back of my mind. Something not quite remembered.

  Still, it gave me something to concentrate on instead of thinking about Paige and what I’d almost done last night.

  A virgin. She was a virgin.

  That was the last thing I needed. Even if I held back, denied the things I really wanted, it was a lot of pressure, being someone’s first. My first time had been with my high school girlfriend, and she’d been a virgin too. It hadn’t been bad, but awkward, and when we’d broken up a few months later, she’d yelled at me about getting what I wanted from her and then throwing her aside.

  Between that and what happened with Mitzi, I was more determined than ever to stick with finding subs at Gilded Cage, the BDSM club my friends and I frequented. No more relationships, and definitely not sleeping with any virgins. Hell, I didn’t even want someone who’d fucked several guys but was new to the BDSM world.

  Even if the thought of someone else teaching Paige all the ways pain and pleasure could co
me together set my teeth on edge. I’d never thought of myself as a proprietary guy, but with her…

  It turned out that working on music really wasn’t doing much to keep my mind off of Paige.

  By evening, I was ready to either drink myself stupid or go over Paige’s and fuck her until neither of us could think straight. Fortunately, I was saved from doing either of those stupid things because Erik called.

  In less than a half-hour, all three guys were sitting in my living room.

  “Here,” Erik said as he held out a sheaf of papers. “I just finished the revisions for The Muse. Thought you and the guys would like to take a look. You took off last night before I had a chance to give it to you.”

  “They’re really putting a rush on it,” Jace said. “Trying to get it out by the end of the year. Savannah said it’s unusual to get two books published so close together.”

  Erik nodded. “Branch wants to use my books to try to see if they can compete with how quickly independent authors get their books out.”

  “I gave Sine my copy this morning,” Alix said. “I’m thanking you in advance for the night I’m going to have when I get home. Seriously, that shit you write, it’s like fucking catnip for her. She read Heat of the Sun on our honeymoon, and I swear, I thought she was going to break my dick.”

  I flipped through the book, then set it aside to read later. I’d never go around telling people that I was a fan of Erika Summers erotica, but Erik was a damn good writer, and there were worse things to have for a guilty pleasure.

  “How are things going with Paige?” Jace asked. “The two of you looked good together.”

  “It’s not like that.” I shook my head.

  “Yeah, we all said that, remember?” Alix laughed. “Come on, man, you watched all three of us fall hard. We know what it looks like.”

  “Whatever,” I mumbled, glaring at him.

  “Don’t fight it,” Jace advised. “Trust us, it doesn’t work.”

  “There’s nothing to fight,” I insisted. “We’re strictly professional.”

  Except for last night in the limo.