The Billionaire's Muse Complete Series Box Set

by M. S. Parker

  But he’d only given me three words, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

  “Reb,” I murmured his name as I kissed him. I loved the taste of him.

  I rocked back and forth, putting the perfect amount of friction on my clit, the sensitive nerves there adding to the pressure in my belly.

  “Don’t come.” He growled the order. “Not yet. Not until I say you can.”

  I nodded and shifted my weight so that the only stimulation I received was from me pushing up, then letting myself ease back down. It might have been enough to eventually reach climax, but right now, it was all about his pleasure. Not mine.

  “Damn,” he breathed. “Watching you bouncing on my cock like this. Those gorgeous tits of yours, that pussy squeezing me…” His grip on my hips tightened. “I want to mark you, my Paige. Not for punishment, but because I want you to always remember that you’re mine.” He yanked me toward him, giving me a brief, hard kiss. “You are mine, aren’t you?”

  I nodded, moving faster despite the burn in my legs. I needed him to come. My nails dug into my palms, and I fought to keep my balance. I’d never done this before, but I was pretty sure that it would’ve been easier with my hands untied.

  He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down hard enough to make stars spark behind my eyelids. He groaned my name as his cock pulsed inside of me, his mouth pressed against the side of my throat. I could feel him emptying himself inside me, and as his teeth scraped my skin, I spoke.

  “Please, Reb,” I whispered.

  “You can come now,” he said, the words muffled.

  His thumb pressed against my clit, making hard, rough circles as he sucked on my neck, leaving the mark he’d wanted. The climax building inside me was stronger, more violent than anything I’d experienced before. It tore through me, and the last missing piece clicked into place, making me acknowledge what I’d already known.

  I needed this as much as he did.

  Twenty-Nine

  Reb

  I was tempted to stay in bed all day, and see how many ways I could make Paige scream my name. Unfortunately, she had to go to work, and she had far more willpower than I did. We left the apartment together but went in opposite directions when we reached the street.

  The first thing I needed to do was get my new song written down before I forgot it. Besides, I figured I had enough time to do that before I went to see Chester. He wouldn’t be up before the afternoon meeting we had scheduled anyway. I didn’t see the point of waking him up, discussing things, and then having to re-explain them later.

  I might as well get some work done while I waited.

  As I settled into the small studio I’d set up at my place, I felt a fragment of fear grow. What if last night had been a fluke? I’d told Paige that she was my muse, and I’d meant it, but what if, despite the inspiration I’d experienced, I couldn’t do it? What if it’d been too long? What if I’d already exhausted any talent I had?

  I gave myself a shake, both mental and physical. I couldn’t think like that. I wouldn’t think like that. I’d written one song already, and even though some parts were rough, I knew it was good. And I had more in me. Nothing had solidified yet, but I could feel pieces of them in my head, and my intuition told me that they were better than anything I’d written before.

  I went to work.

  If I hadn’t set the alarm on my phone, I probably would have worked right through my meeting. I’d completely lost myself in the process. Writing down notes, trying out different instruments, tweaking words until I found the exact right ones.

  I would’ve preferred to keep going, but the things I had planned for today were important, and I’d accomplished a lot in the time I’d spent.

  I made sure everything was saved, and then headed out, making a couple necessary calls. I lived close enough to the restaurant where we were scheduled to meet that it only took about twenty minutes to get there, but I was still ready to get things over and done with by the time we arrived.

  “Mr. Union.” The host was all smiles as he greeted me. “It’s good to see you again.”

  I made small talk as best I could, not wanting to be rude to someone who’d only ever been nice to me, but I was still relieved when I reached the private room we used for our dinner meetings. When I stepped inside, three men were already there.

  Chester had put on a wrinkled suit that looked at least five years out of fashion and was the ugliest shade of brown I’d ever seen. Not for the first time, I wondered what he spent his money on, because he sure as hell didn’t use it to update his wardrobe. Then again, after seeing all the shit he’d had out for Mitzi, maybe it wasn’t such a mystery after all.

  On the opposite side of the table sat Roderick Leery and Trevor West, the first the VP of Solis Records, and the second his personal assistant. Both were smartly dressed, though Trevor’s suit wasn’t quite as expensive as Roderick’s. I’d been working with these guys for years and respected them both, but we didn’t have what I would’ve called a personal relationship. Still, I hoped they’d be on my side today.

  I didn’t bother with any of the usual niceties. “Chester’s been supplying drugs for my ex-girlfriend, Mitzi, and probably giving the same stuff to roadies, other musicians, and who the hell knows else, although an investigation is beginning to uncover the depth of his deceit.”

  All three men stared at me for a moment, and then Chester laughed, a big, booming sound. A sound that I now recognized as fake.

  “Come on, Reb, you know me. I don’t mess with that shit.” He glanced at the other men. “Sorry. That stuff.”

  I didn’t waste my time arguing. I wasn’t here for that. I was here to lay everything out on the table and get my life back on track. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and retrieved the video message I’d been sent a few minutes ago.

  “Mitzi’s on her way to rehab,” I said and watched Chester begin to sweat, his face turning a deep, mottled red. “Courtesy of a deal made with the NYPD.”

  I held out my phone and let everyone watch as Mitzi sat down with a detective. I waited until she got a minute or so into her explanation of what she and Chester had done to me, then paused the video.

  “I can send it to you if you’d like to see the rest, but I think we’ve run out of time to watch it just now.” I glanced toward the door as I heard arguing coming from the main part of the restaurant. “And, by the way, Chester, if you haven’t figured it out already, you’re fired.”

  The door opened, and a pair of cops came through, followed by the detective Mitzi had been making her statement to. He went straight for Chester, already rattling off charges and Miranda rights.

  I waited until the asshole had been escorted out before speaking again, mostly because his cursing and threats drowned out everything else. Roderick and Trevor hadn’t said a word during the entire thing, and I got the impression that they were waiting for me to explain.

  I didn’t make them wait for long. “I didn’t know what he was doing, but I should have. The past few months, I’ve been…out of it, to say the least. That’s done. I’m ready to get back to work.”

  “That’s good to know,” Roderick said. He leaned forward, his expression shrewd. “Do you want to wait until you have a new manager to discuss things?”

  I shook my head. “I’ll probably hire someone to handle the manager stuff, but I think we’ve been working together long enough to talk business ourselves.”

  I waited until he nodded and gestured at the chair across from him. I sat down, some of my tension easing. Getting Chester to answer for his crimes was only the first part of what I needed to do, and I’d been confident of how things would play out. In fact, I considered it fortunate that I hadn’t gotten punched before the cops had come in. This next bit, however, I was less certain about.

  “I’ve been writing again,” I said. “And it’s good…but not the same as anything I’ve done before. Similar to my first album, but different enough that some people aren’t going to like it.
”

  Roderick nodded slowly. “Your deadlines are coming up fast. Will you be able to meet them?”

  I considered the question before answering, “I think so, but only with these new songs. I don’t know if I could get you the sort of stuff I did before.”

  Roderick looked over at his assistant who’d been sitting quietly, taking notes. “What do you think?”

  “I think, after the last few months, people will respond better to something new than they would to the same thing,” Trevor answered with a half-smile. “After the community service you’ve been doing, they’ll think of it as part of your new image.”

  That was closer to the truth than he realized. Paige was responsible for both my image and my music, though I knew she’d say she was just showing people who I really was, that I’d always had the music in me.

  And the sooner I finished here, the sooner I could make sure she knew how I felt about her.

  Thirty

  Paige

  Damn traffic. I was supposed to meet Reb at The Kamden McBride Foundation ten minutes ago. He hadn’t told me details about what he planned to do before, but he had said that he was going to do some of his own work on his new image.

  I pressed my hands against my stomach, hoping to calm the butterflies fluttering there. Just the thought of seeing him again had my body reacting like I hadn’t been with him just last night. I knew some people may have written it off as merely something physical. My first taste of sex had been a pleasurable experience. Of course, I’d want more.

  And I did.

  But it wasn’t only that.

  What I felt was too fast, too soon, but I couldn’t control it.

  As my taxi pulled up to the building, I pushed aside everything I was feeling and focused on the work we were about to do. I had to take things one day at a time with Reb.

  He was already there when I arrived, and I took a moment to watch him with a pair of kids who were here for family day. He was so good with them. We hadn’t talked about kids or marriage or anything permanent, and a few weeks ago, I would’ve laughed if anyone had talked about thinking of a future with someone they’d only known for such a short time, but it was so easy to picture him playing with his own kids.

  With our kids.

  Fuck.

  I took a steadying breath and started toward him. He turned before I reached him, his entire face lighting up. He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up so he could kiss me. He kept it chaste but didn’t put me down when he broke the kiss.

  “I know this isn’t the most romantic time or place, but I can’t wait any longer.” His expression was serious. “I love you, my Paige.”

  Reb’s timing hadn’t gotten any better since the night he told me how he felt.

  The eight of us had spent the last few days in Aspen, at the home Reb and his friends shared, and it had been amazing. The other women and I had gone shopping while Reb pitched music to Erik for the movie of his new book, and Jace worked with Alix on the cover, then we’d all come together for dinner and movies or skiing. The first night we were all there, we’d decorated the house for Christmas, and last night, we’d done gift exchanges. Today, the other couples had headed to where they’d be spending Christmas, leaving Reb and me alone for the holiday.

  Which meant, tonight, we were using the playroom.

  Over the past three months, Reb had been introducing me to various aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. At first, he’d made it gradual, still concerned about scaring me off, but then I’d bought him a flogger for his birthday and things had taken off from there.

  He’d used that same flogger earlier tonight, and my ass was still smarting, but it wasn’t at the top of the sensations I was feeling at the moment.

  My arms were stretched above my head, the handcuffs around my wrists attached to the chain hanging from the ceiling. A pair of matching silver clamps were attached to my nipples, the chain connecting them to each other. One day, he’d promised to add a third clip for my clit, but I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. The fact that I currently had a thin plastic shaft in my ass, and Reb’s cock in my pussy, was more than enough for now.

  He’d been making these insanely deep, slow strokes, telling me about all the ways he was going to fuck me, all the places we were going to have sex…and I’d been pleading with him to just let me come.

  Then, he’d said the words that proved he had the worst sense of timing of anyone I’d ever met.

  “Marry me, my Paige.”

  Time stopped.

  “What?”

  He pushed himself deep inside me and slid one hand down between my legs. The other, he moved from my waist up to the chain resting just below my breasts. He gave it a little tug, and I let out a gasp.

  “I said, marry me, my Paige.”

  I turned my head slightly to look at him behind me. “Are you really asking me that now? Like this?”

  He chuckled and rotated his hips, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. “I meant to ask you somewhere more romantic, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”

  His fingers began to move over my swollen clit, and I shuddered. I was so close to coming, and he knew exactly how to keep me right on the edge.

  “Should I make you wait until you accept my proposal to let you come?”

  I whimpered, and he put his mouth against my ear.

  “Don’t worry, Paige, I wouldn’t do that to you. You may come.”

  He pulled back, paused for a moment, and then drove into me, hard. I cried out, the combination of overwhelming sensations tipping me over into the sort of orgasm that made my vision go white and my entire body quiver. And then he came too, growling out a declaration of love.

  It wasn’t until he was releasing my restraints, removing the clamps, and doing all the things that a Dom did to take care of his sub, that I gave him his answer.

  “Yes.”

  He appeared to have stopped breathing. “Can you say that again?”

  I smiled and put a hand on his cheek. “Yes, Reb, I’ll marry you.”

  With a laugh, he swept me into his arms and spun me around, singing the first song he’d written for me. My head whirled, and I knew this is what life with him would always be. Full of laughter and love…and music.

  Turn the page to read the bonus epilogue, Change of Plans.

  One

  Tanya

  I wasn’t sure when my dream turned from reciting the poem “If” while standing naked in Times Square to something a hell of a lot more erotic, but I wasn’t about to complain. Not when I had a tongue flicking back and forth across my clit at just the right speed to keep me moving steadily toward climax.

  Erik’s tongue.

  I’d know it anywhere.

  My eyelids fluttered as a ripple of pleasure washed over me. I didn’t need to look down to know what I’d see. Sandy brown hair brushing the insides of my thighs. My legs propped up on broad shoulders. A pair of bright blue eyes that would sparkle as he inevitably peeked up at me to see my responses. I wasn’t an artist like Jace or a photographer like Alix, but I knew my fiancé’s body well enough that I could see every line of it in my mind’s eye.

  “Mmm…” I moaned as his tongue moved lower, and the sound echoed strangely in my ears.

  It sounded too…real.

  As it often happened in a dream, thinking about it being a dream startled me awake. But the sensations continued. The hands holding my hips in place were still there, hot against my skin, the grip tight enough that I knew I couldn’t break free. The mouth between my legs was still hot and slick against my sensitive skin.

  I pushed aside the covers, and drank in the sight of billionaire Erik Sanders going down on me like it was the first time. He was one of North America’s wealthiest men, known for his philanthropy as well as his physical appearance. Basically, he was the man straight men wanted to be, and straight women wanted to fuck.

  But he was mine. All mine.

  I didn’t consider myself a possessive person, but when i
t came to Erik, all bets were off. And I knew he felt the same way about me.

  He slid a finger inside me, and I let out a shuddering breath in anticipation. I didn’t have to wait long as he curled his finger and found my g-spot, stroking it with just the right amount of pressure.

  Some people thought that having sex with the same person over and over eventually got boring, but I didn’t get it. Erik knew all of my erogenous zones, and he didn’t fumble around trying to figure out what to touch and how. He was the only man I’d ever been with, and I was more than okay with that. I didn’t want to explore other possibilities. He was the only person I wanted.

  “Erik.” His name was a plea, and he knew exactly what I was asking for as I reached down to bury my fingers in his hair.

  “Not yet, sweetheart.”

  I growled in frustration, earning a low chuckle that vibrated against my skin.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll make you fly.”

  A different sort of flush spread across my skin as a memory came forward. The first time we’d been together, I’d used a line from Erik’s first book, one about making me fly. Every so often, one of us would use a version of it, and I’d be right back there, looking up at him as he showed me the reality of things I’d only read about before.

  We hadn’t been in love the first time we’d come together, but I’d still felt a connection between us, even back then. Now, it was beyond a mere connection, beyond even intimacy. When we were together, even if he wasn’t inside me, I felt like we were the same person, felt the same things. It wasn’t anything I could put into words, but I knew Erik could if he tried.

  His finger slipped out of my pussy, and then the tip pressed against my anus. My eyelids fluttered, and I raised my hips, the motion causing my silk nightie to slide farther up my torso. His tongue went back to teasing my clit as he eased his finger inside. The slight burn made me moan, but I welcomed the fire, let the heat spread.