It’s been a long time since I have released a new story. The last being Breakthrough in Craving One Night, so when the Billionaire concept popped up, I was drooling!
Whatever You Want, my story in Billionaires Club (Welcome to the Club, #1) is definitely one of my favourite stories, I’ve written so far and with the epic spin of all our stories being intertwined…well, it’s an amazing collection – even if I say so myself.
People say size doesn’t matter, but in a world ruled by cash and currency, the size of your bank account does.
When it comes to the survival of the richest, hundreds have no worth. Thousands are mere pocket change. And millions are nothing more than a beginner’s steppingstone.
But when it comes to blistering hot passion, money doesn’t always speak the language of love. There’s the billionaire boss who falls for her sinfully gorgeous employee. And the rich construction worker whose world changes after a hot encounter with a girl from the other side of the tracks. Dollars can’t be turned to hearts.
Follow the characters of these five intertwined novellas and discover that you can’t put a price tag on romance.
All bets are off when finding love is worth more than millions, and risking it all might just be worth it.
Because in this world… it’s all about the billions, baby…
Excerpts and Teasers
Crossing Lines by AJ Renee
It’s not every day someone tells you you’re worth billions. Or that your granddaddy, who you love and adore, is gone. My mind can only seem to focus on the way he says my name.
We’ve worked alongside of each other for years. He’s a good-looking man. He’s smart, driven, kind, loyal, and he doesn’t back down. Why the hell am I reacting to him this way? Today of all days?
My focus should be centered on Granddaddy. Most sane people would focus on their grief or their shock over the impending change to their bank accounts. No, I’m sitting here wondering what Brendan Knight tastes like. Will his kiss leave me breathless? Will his touch leave goose bumps across my flesh? Does he feel this pull like I do?
His eyes darken as my tongue swipes across my bottom lip. He shifts in his seat, and when I drop my eyes, everything around me freezes. Brendan is as affected by me as I am him. The dress pants are tented, the long ridge of his erection is noticeable and jerks under my intense stare.
“Kylie,” Brendan groans a warning.
Clearing my throat, I rise from my seat. My cheeks are flushed, but there is no way I’m going to acknowledge his erection or the fact that my sex is slick with need. Need for Brendan Knight. The man I’ve only admired from afar.
With the folder clenched in my hand, I force myself not to run out like some inexperienced woman. It doesn’t matter that I kind of am. No, I’m not a virgin, but I sure as hell haven’t slept around either. God it’s been too long since I’ve had a good dick in me…
He grabs my bicep before I can turn the knob. My gasp is faint, but he loosens his grip. His fingers encircle my arm. “I—I’m sorry.”
My heels pivot and I’m inches from his chest as I look up into his eyes. Arousal, confusion, fear, and his apology flash across in quick succession. His jaw is hard, and those full lips are pulled into a tight line.
All the feelings crashing over me in this single second of our inappropriate touch make me dizzy. In this moment, I don’t care that he works for me. I forget why we are even in this room. The only thought in my head is how he’s looking at me.
A man has never looked at me the way Brendan Knight is staring at me. It’s a heady feeling and I can’t take it anymore. I’m not sure who moves first, but our lips meet. No, a meeting is far too weak of a word to describe the way our lips crash together. We take and give, and when his tongue teases the seam of my mouth, I open without hesitation, eager to learn his taste.
The House Always Wins by Catherine Curtis
The best part of taking a bath with a woman is the perfectly legitimate excuse to explore every inch of her body. My fingertips slide the length of her arms and back up again, massaging the tightness from her shoulders as I go. I take my time, enjoyingher taunt stomach, chasing the knots from her back. When I run out of places to explore, I pull her close and wrap her tightly in my arms. The sigh escapes from my lips and I’m startled by a feeling of peace.
I try to think of the last time I felt this calm. The last few years have been hectic. New hotels and new cities have made my life a hurricane of networking, politics, and construction. I’m not even supposed to be here this week. If I hadn’t come into town to meet an old friend then I would be in Paris. Or was it DC? I can’t even remember.
But here I am, in my own city, with my arms around a woman that feels like she was built for my pleasure. For a split second I consider confessing, consider telling her who I am and asking her to share my bed for the weekend. But maybe naked in the bathtub is not the best time to tell a woman your lies.
Whatever You Want by Chevoque
Out of his close proximity, she released a held-in breath and entered the room. Inside, she realised she hadn’t even thanked him, so as she turned back, she found he hadn’t quite stepped away either, and their faces were millimetres apart.
The silence persisted, as his smouldering eyes captivated her while her knees locked for a moment too long, before she stepped back.
“Uhm, thank you and goodnight. I seemed to have momentarily lost my manners,” she managed to say.
“Yeah, same to you,” he casually countered, which had her feeling disappointed, as she had hoped he also felt that electric buzz between them, but it clearly hadn’t affected him in the same way. His footfalls headed toward his room and then they stopped.
She peeked around the corner of the doorjamb and saw him look back over his shoulder. Her breath caught at the stark picture it painted, while nothing but the fear of consequences kept her from running after him.
“Just once?” he softly asked.
She took a steadying breath, knowing exactly what he meant. “Yes.”
He turned around with need in his eyes, while she rushed out of the room and met him halfway, with her arms already stretched out.
The collision of their bodies echoed in their lips finding each other’s, while his arms encircled her. The frenzied feelings burst into chaos as she felt his tongue slither over her lower lip before he nipped at the flesh.
A yearning mewl escaped her, and the little space left between them was closed as he lifted her up and she crossed her legs around his hips. Pressing her up against the wall, their tongues danced along with their bodies as he steadily ground his hard member against her sex.
Whatever this was meant to be, she’d rather not think about, but in a few seconds of clarity, she knew this went against the code of conduct for Salexis and her personal morals, so she pushed him away.
He immediately set her down and stepped back until he hit the wall behind him.
Through the panting she found his eyes, familiar eyes she pretended to love for over a year, without realising she had done just that. It wasn’t the love she shared with Joel, it was different in every way, but she had avoided seeing it until now that she was close enough to see it in his eyes, knowing she would soon lose it.
Romance in the Alley by JS Andersen
“You going to be okay?” Clint asked.
“I feel gross and dirty from him touching me with my clothes on. I didn’t want this day to happen — ever. We were supposed to be good friends. He wanted me to show him Seattle again. He only talked about himself.”
Clint got a towel and dried off Sandy’s arms. “You going to report it?”
“It wouldn’t matter. His dad would buy his freedom. I want to erase tonight as if it never happened.”
“Does it include me?”
Sandy got a band-aid and put Neosporin on it to cover one deeper scratch. “If tonight didn’t happen, then you wouldn’t have had to rescue me. I didn’t know if I’d see you again after the dinner cruise.” She was a bit grouchy and turned to look at the wall. Her back was facing Clint. “You off building around the world? I figured my kiss wasn’t good enough for you.”
“No. I had some important matters to take care of.” He took a step up and wrapped his arms around Sandy.
She leaned back against his chest “I’m nervous. Emotions are a pain in the ass.”
“They’re scary and hard to control.”
Clint turned Sandy around. “My heart wants you.”
She put her hands on his chest and gazed into his eyes. “I want you too.” She erased the situation with Aaron in the alley and let herself be taken away by the man she loved.
They were silent as Clint guided Sandy out the door, across the gravel, and into his building.
They got out of the elevator and walked to the penthouse he had shown her a couple weeks ago. He opened the door and let Sandy go in first. “Do you like?” He came in, shut and locked the door. “I did it in the colors you liked.”
Sandy looked around at the room. It was furnished with a maroon couch on top of a beige carpet. The walls were a lighter color but had some pictures of Puget Sound.
“The décor is temporary until the owner does their own preferences.”
“They’re all my colors.”
He came up to her. “I’m glad you like it.”
“But what if I didn’t fall in love with you and some other lady hated the colors?”
“I took my chance. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, and I hope I don’t have to fight to keep you as mine.”
“I’m glad you did.”
At the moment, Sandy wouldn’t have cared if she lived in the garbage dumpster as long as she had Clint. She kissed him and made a gesture she was ready.
He pulled her shirt off during their kiss and moved to the master bedroom, where a king size bed was ready for them.
Her night had turned from darkness to light, erasing the dark clouds from the past.
Jenna gasped a little as their lips touched. He was so gentle, his touch so tender, that tears sprung to her eyes. There were no comparisons to the way Griffin Pierce kissed her, it was passionate yet sweet, and she wanted the moment to last forever. The way his hand traced the curve of her jaw, then coiled through her hair, his fingertips scratching her scalp in slow circles. Every touch, every move was made with sweet reverence. No touch was made without consent, no kiss was demanded…only asked.
He led her from the table, deftly snagging a blanket from under the trolley—one that Tilly had no doubt had the foresight to leave for them—and led her to the now moonlit beach by the lake. There he opened the blanket with a flick and let it settle on the sand. Griff took her face in his hands and searched her eyes for the answer to an unasked question. She slipped one strap off her shoulder, letting it drop. Jenna gave a small, encouraging nod, and Griff’s hand teased a trail down her throat, across her collarbone. His fingers slipped under the other strap, and as he lowered it, he placed a soft kiss on her bare, moonlit skin.
Her head fell back, and she sighed his name as her dress fell to the ground with a whisper. Then his lips found hers again, and they kissed deeply. Griff lowered her to the blanket, then pulled off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants with measured, deliberate movements, like a man ready to love a woman slowly and thoroughly. He was by far the most beautiful man Jenna had ever seen. With a sense of wonder, Jenna realized that her heart wanted him as much as her body did. There were no warning bells, no voice of caution hissing in her ear. There was only Griff and the moonlight.
He laid down beside her, brushed the long hairs away from her face, and gazed down at her with the same awed wonder she felt. “Sweet girl, what have you done to me, hmm?”
Jenna smiled and raised her hand to his face. It was small against his warm, rough cheek and tickled her palm when he nuzzled against it. She giggled and said, ‘Oh, what have you done to me, old man?”
He gave her a look of mock indignation, then winked as he said, “I’ll show you old man,” just before he kissed her and rolled her on top of him.
They made slow, unhurried love under the stars and moon, exploring each other’s bodies with lips, tongues, and hands. They whispered sweet words against one another’s skin and held on tightly in the most profound throes of passion. Then, in the pre-dawn hours, they ran back to the estate and into Jenna’s guesthouse, where they fell into bed. She curled against Griff and slept soundly for the first time in years.
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