The Billionaire's Muse Complete Series Box Set

by M. S. Parker

  I nodded mutely. My brain was scrambling to put together all of the pieces I’d picked up over the last few weeks, and I couldn’t quite manage words at the moment. Aside from processing the Dominatrix orchestrating a scene between the two men and herself, I was also coming to the realization that the ‘club’ Savannah had mentioned as the way Jace had met the guys was this club, Gilded Cage.

  That should have freaked me out. All of this should have freaked me out. But, as Reb sat us down on a short loveseat, I was strangely not freaked out. In fact, I was feeling oddly hopeful. Coming here, being a part of this world, it seemed to bring the others together. The women had said they’d worked with the guys before moving into less-than-professional relationships, and I didn’t doubt that this was a part of their lives now.

  As Reb slid his arm around my waist and pulled me close, I let myself relax against his side and settled in to watch the show.

  “Are you okay?”

  Reb’s voice drew me out of my head where I’d been replaying the last few minutes at the club before we’d called it a night. The expression on the woman’s face when she’d come that last time, her body held between the two men, both of them inside her, fighting to hold back their own orgasms until she found her release…it had been nothing short of ecstasy, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel like that.

  I nodded in answer to his question, not trusting myself to speak just yet.

  “I didn’t freak you out, bringing you tonight, did I?” He tucked some hair behind my ear, his tone concerned, his touch gentle.

  I shook my head.

  “Then talk to me, Paige.”

  I looked up at the name. “Just processing, that’s all.”

  “Processing like you’re trying to figure out the best way to quit working on my account without looking bad to your boss, or processing like you’re trying to decide if you’re even safe with me at all?”

  I blinked, his question startling an honest answer out of me. “Neither. Unless you want someone else working for you on this.”

  “I should.” He sighed, then cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing across the corner of my mouth. “Because work makes things…complicated.”

  After a moment, I asked, “Complicated as in you don’t know how to break it to me you don’t like the work I’m doing, or complicated as in there are other things you’d like us to be doing together?”

  He slid his hand around to cup the back of my head. “Complicated as in I want you to come back to my place tonight.”

  My mind ran through all of the things I’d seen over the last few hours. Floggers. Some sort of electric wand thing. A strap-on. Handcuffs. Safe words. I had no doubt that going back to his place meant sex, and probably not the vanilla kind that most women experienced for their first time. I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t pressure me into anything I wasn’t willing to do, but if I did this, I didn’t want it to become about him feeling like he had to worry about each step, especially since I knew he had misgivings about being my first.

  All of this went through my head in a matter of seconds, probably because I’d already been thinking about it most of the night. This wasn’t like before when I’d been shocked by the feel of him touching me, kissing me. Now, I knew what it was like to have his mouth and hands on me, and I knew that I wanted more.

  I slid my hands across his chest and up his shoulders, letting myself enjoy the way he felt. I rested my forearms on his shoulders and laced my fingers together behind his neck.

  “I want that too.”

  The butterflies in my stomach were back again. After I’d admitted to Reb that I wanted to go with him, I’d expected things to get hot and heavy like they had before, but he’d surprised me with a single kiss. Granted, that kiss had been enough to make my panties even wetter than they already were, but there’d been no touching on his part. Me? I’d taken full advantage of the opportunity to explore as many muscles as I could.

  Now, I was in his bedroom, watching him take off his shirt, and trying to pretend that my heart wasn’t trying to jump out of my chest. He unbuttoned his pants but stopped short of removing them, instead, letting them hang low on his hips as he walked toward me.

  His eyes locked with mine as he turned me around and moved my hair over my shoulder. He kissed the place where my shoulder met my neck, a gentle gesture that surprised me. Once the zipper was down, I let the dress fall to the floor before stepping out of it. My bra went next, and he wrapped his arms around me, fingers teasing across my nipples until they hardened. Then his hands dropped to my hips, and he lowered my panties until they, too, were on the floor.

  “You’re even more beautiful than I’d imagined,” he said, breath hot against my ear. “And I’ve done quite a bit of imagining.”

  I turned around and took a small step back. I locked gazes and reached for his pants, each movement deliberate as I waited for some sort of command. It didn’t come, though, so I went to my knees on my own. He uttered a low curse as I tugged his pants down his thighs, then dropped my eyes to focus on the long, thick shaft in front of me.

  “You don’t have to do this.” His voice was rough, his entire body tense.

  “Trust me,” I said, licking my lips. “I want to.”

  I wrapped my hand around the base of him, holding him steady as I flicked my tongue across the tip of him, tasting the salt of sweat and pre-cum. He groaned as I began to lick him, long passes with the flat of my tongue from the very bottom to the top, swirling passes and teasing touches, each one getting him slippery enough so that I could begin to move my hand.

  I’d never done this before, but I considered myself a fast learner. So, as I stroked him with firm, slow movements, I took the head of his cock into my mouth and let it slide over my tongue.

  Now it was time to see how far I could go.

  Twenty-One

  Reb

  She was going to kill me.

  I was going to die with my cock being deep-throated by the sexiest virgin I’d ever seen, and all before I got the chance to show her just how good sex could be.

  That thought was enough to prod me into action. I reached down and buried my hand in that thick, silky hair of hers, and with a reluctant groan, pulled her back. My cock slipped out of her mouth with an obscene, wet sound.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Her voice was low, husky.

  A part of me wondered what she would sound like if I took control and fucked her mouth, how long her voice would be rough from me using her the way a part of me wanted to.

  “Not at all,” I said, caressing her cheek. “But I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “Not yet, anyway.”

  I took her hand, helped her to her feet, and then led her over to the bed. I opened my mouth, intending to tell her how I wanted her…and then I realized that I didn’t know what to say.

  Dammit! I was a Dom. Control and knowing what to do were part of who I was, but I didn’t know how to be in control without being a Dom.

  “Are you okay?” Paige asked, concern replacing the heat and lust I’d seen in her eyes just a few seconds ago.

  I nodded, giving her a partial smile. “I’m just not sure how I want you.”

  “Don’t overthink it.”

  She sat down on the edge of the mattress and pushed herself back until she was in the middle of the bed. She laid back on the pillows and parted her legs. As I watched, she slid her hand down her stomach. The heat in her eyes was back, as was the sexual tension in the room. Her fingers slipped over her pink, glistening skin, and then between her folds.

  “Or should I just take care of things myself?”

  I growled, and for a moment, I wanted to tell her that I was going to take her over my knee, because no one touched what was mine.

  And she was mine.

  But if I wanted her to be mine, and keep her mine, I couldn’t risk scaring her away.

  “You don’t need to do that,” I
said as I crawled up on the bed. “Because I intend to take care of you.” I hooked her legs over my shoulders and settled there. “Now, my Paige, move your hand.”

  She tasted just as good as she had that night in the limo and came just as fast, but I wasn’t satisfied with giving her only one orgasm. I needed to make her come, needed to take her so high that she’d never want anyone else. I tightened my grip on her thighs and took her clit between my lips, sucking hard enough to roll her first climax into a second. She writhed as she moaned and gasped, her hands in my hair, and I worked on getting her to number three.

  I would have been content to lay there for hours, but she began to pull at my hair, begging, “Please, Reb.”

  I moved up over her, high enough to keep my weight off of her, but low enough that her nipples were hard pebbles against my chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist, arched up against me. My cock was throbbing, aching, and the heat coming from her was almost too much to bear.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked, brushing back her hair from her flushed face. “We can stop right now.”

  She reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, nails biting into my skin. “Don’t you dare. I want you inside me.”

  I knew I should get up and retrieve a condom from my bedside table, but I hesitated. This was her first time, and even though it was selfish, I wanted something that made this more than just another fuck. I didn’t know what we were to each other, or where we were going to go from here, but I did know that what I felt for her was nothing like what I’d felt in my past.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  Her eyes flew to mine, startled. A second later, they widened. “I am.”

  “May I…?”

  I didn’t finish the question before she answered, “Yes, please.”

  I kept my gaze on hers as I reached between us and positioned myself. “You tell me if I hurt you.”

  “Just go slow,” she said with a nervous smile. “You’re bigger than anything else I’ve had…” The flush on her cheeks deepened.

  “I thought you said–”

  “Virgin,” she interrupted. “Yes. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t taken care of things myself.”

  Fuck. “Sometime soon, I’m going to want to see that.” I slid the tip of my cock inside her, barely an inch but she still caught her breath.

  “You want to watch me…ahh…” Another inch and she was already squeezing me like a vice.

  “Hell, yes,” I groaned. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers, with toys, but right now, Paige, I just want to fuck you.”

  Her legs tightened around me, and she raised her hips, taking me deeper in one smooth motion. “Then stop talking and do it.”

  I bent my head, kissing her hard and fast. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I drove the last couple inches into her and we both cursed. She was hot and tight and perfect. I rocked against her, keeping some pressure and friction against her clit as I waited for her body to relax.

  When she started to move underneath me, I reached down to cup her ass, then slid my hand to her thigh and pulled her leg higher. Skin against skin, we moved, neither one of us speaking. Usually, silence during sex freaked me out, but now, I found myself too preoccupied with studying all the nuances of her expressions, something new appearing with every stroke.

  Pressure coiled low in my stomach, and I could feel my balls starting to tighten. I was almost there, but I needed her to get there first. I rose up on my knees, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her up with me. Her mouth crashed into mine, and she ground down on me, our rhythm becoming jerky and uneven. It was nothing like the polished and smooth motions I’d had with others in the past, but this was somehow more real.

  Her.

  Me.

  This.

  I bit down on her bottom lip, and she cried out, her body seizing around mine. I cursed, clutching her close as I thrust up into her, my own orgasm taking my breath away. Her muscles contracted as I emptied myself inside her, and as pleasure coursed through me, my mind cleared of everything except her.

  As we started to come down, I lowered us to the bed, keeping her in my arms even as my cock slid out of her. Normally, I’d be rushing to get away, or freaking out since I was home and couldn’t exactly go anywhere, but I was content where I was at the moment.

  “I should go,” she said after a couple minutes, breaking the silence blanketing us. “I mean, I can’t–”

  “Relax. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” I said as I kissed the top of her head. She relaxed back against me, and I tightened my arms around her.

  I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but for the first time in a long time, my world had stopped spiraling, and I felt grounded.

  I’d been awake for the last twenty minutes, staring at the ceiling, but it wasn’t because anything was wrong. All of the restless energy I’d had before was gone, and so was the depression. I didn’t want a drink. I was quite fine with lying here, hands folded under my head, thinking about my night with Paige. She’d left this morning, but we’d spent the night together, which was a first for me.

  This morning hadn’t been nearly as awkward as I’d thought, though there’d been plenty of half-sentences and pregnant pauses.

  Pregnant.

  Shit.

  She said she was on the pill, and I believed her, but nothing besides abstinence was one hundred percent. Sine and Alix were proof of that. I hadn’t been as shocked by his acceptance of the situation as Jace had been, but at the time, I’d thought how glad I was that I wasn’t in his position.

  Except now, I was thinking about what would happen if I was in that position…and it actually didn’t sound that bad. Not that I wanted Paige to get pregnant. Certainly not right now. But the idea of having a baby, of her having my baby–

  My phone rang, the ringtone telling me that it wasn’t the person I wanted to talk to, but I still had to answer it.

  “Hey, Chester.”

  “Be at my office in forty minutes.”

  “What–”

  He’d already hung up. I rolled my eyes and tossed the phone onto the table. At least he gave me time to take a shower.

  When I walked into his office forty-five minutes later, Chester was all smiles which, considering the state of his teeth, wasn’t really a good thing. It also made me wary, because when he smiled like that, it usually meant he was up to something.

  “What was so urgent?” I asked.

  He motioned for me to follow him, and I sighed. There was no talking to him when he got some idea in his head. He wasn’t the best manager in the world, and I’d always been able to afford better, but Chester was the one who’d found me messing around on a guitar in a college coffee house and offered to negotiate my first contract. He’d never cheated me that I knew of, and he’d always fought to get me the things that were important to me. We weren’t friends, and most of the time I didn’t really even like him, but he’d done right by me professionally.

  Especially when it came to hiring Paige.

  I owed him a lot more than my musical career now.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked, not liking the vibe I sensed in the air.

  “Everything’s great,” he said as he moved to his desk, but his eyes were twitchy, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead making me wonder if he was on the verge of a heart attack.

  “Then why—”

  A giggle came from behind me, and I turned slowly to find a blonde on the couch. Not just any blonde. Her.

  Mitzi was only twenty-three, but she’d aged nearly a decade since I’d last seen her. She’d streaked her hair with hot pink, replacing the purple she’d had before that, but her attempt to look like a teenager made her look more desperate than anything else. She’d lost so much weight over the past couple months, and she’d always been thin to begin with. Her skin was leathery, wrinkled and sagging.

  And the moment I saw the table in front of her, I knew why. Bottles of alcohol, some empty
, some not. Rolled joints. Cigarettes half-smoked. White powder. Needles and rubber tubing.

  She smiled up at me. “Hey, baby.”

  I was frozen in shock.

  I’d known about some of it. The pot and the alcohol. I knew she’d smoked too, but I hadn’t let her do it around me. I hadn’t known about the harder stuff though. If I had, I would’ve tried to get her help.

  I shook my head, breaking the grip of surprise that had held me. “What are you doing here, Mitzi?” Seeing her didn’t hurt anymore. Hell, it hadn’t actually hurt in a while. Even when it happened, it’d been more humiliating than painful, especially after she’d blamed me.

  “Chester and I were just talking about old times.” She leaned forward and rubbed her finger across the powder residue, then rubbed it on her gums. “All the fun we had.”

  My feelings for Mitzi were gone, even the negative ones, but I liked to think I was still a good person. A decent guy who couldn’t sit by and watch someone destroy herself.

  I crouched down to put myself on her level but didn’t touch her. I couldn’t bring myself to do that. “I’d like to help you, if you’ll let me.”

  She let out a shrill laugh, rocking back so hard that one shoulder of her shirt slipped off, dropping low enough for me to see the top of her nipple. “I don’t need your help.”

  “Come on, Reb, I’ve got some fine whiskey calling our names. We need to sit down and talk.”

  I straightened, glaring at Chester. “What the hell? You’re the one who forced a public relations rep on me because I was drinking too much, and now you’re offering me a drink? And what the fuck’s with all that shit?” I waved my hand at the table.

  He gave me a sour grin. “That’s me taking care of your business.”

  “My business?” I could feel Mitzi’s eyes on me, but I said what I needed to say. “She and I ended things months ago. She’s not my business anymore. But she still doesn’t need to be using any of that shit… especially with you! What the fuck, Chester?”