The Billionaires Club Read Free Page B

presses the elevator button for
the twentieth floor, and I force myself to lean across him and
press the button for the sixth floor.
    “ What are you doing?” he
asks, casting a confused look in my direction. Good God he's
beautiful. Am I completely out of my mind for wanting to deny
him?
    “ Listen, Anders, if that's
even your real name, I appreciate what you're trying to do. I
really do. I get it. You feel bad about what happened last night,
so you decided to come here early to get me in before your Tuesday
night girl.
    “ I'm not upset. You don't
owe me a makeup session. In fact, I think I'm going to release you
from all future sessions while I'm here. I'm not asking for a
refund or anything, so the full amount can still go towards the
charity. I think I just want to relax while I'm here. You can pick
up another girl and double your money.”
    My breath hitches as he unexpectedly
corners me in the elevator, putting his hand on my waist. There's
an amused twinkle in his eye, though it's tempered with
lust.
    “ I don't want another girl,”
he tells me. “I want you.”
    Why does he have to be so devastatingly
handsome? The illogical part of my brain makes me believe him. The
wanton part of me doesn't want to let him go. He's giving me one
last chance to have him, to get what Evelyn paid for. Why do I have
to be so damn weak?
    His lips brush against mine, and I
barely hear the elevator door open and close for the sixth floor.
I'm trapped between hard muscle and the wall, and my body refuses
to try to escape. All I can think about are those soft lips and how
I've longed to feel them again. I open my mouth to allow him entry,
and he takes it, sweeping his tongue across my bottom lip before he
sucks it into his mouth to nibble sweetly.
    “ I've been dreaming about
you ever since last night.” He presses his forehead against mine in
a strangely affectionate gesture. Then the elevator stops again,
and he takes my hand and leads me to the door of his
suite.
    I watch the back of his suit as he
takes out his key card and opens the door. It looks almost
identical to the one he wore last night. Classic black. Except the
buttons are different. I realized that when I was sitting crotch
level next to him at the pool. He's also traded in his blue silk
tie for a striped red and gold one. And his dress shirt today is
light blue instead of white.
    When he turns back to me, he puts a
hand around my shoulder. For a second, I'm confused, but then fear
races through me as he effortlessly picks me up and carries me over
the threshold into his suite. I've only been picked up like this
once before, and the guy who did it dropped me. With that memory in
mind, I wrap my arms around Ander's shoulders, leaning into his
chest and praying I'm not strangling him with my tight
grip.
    “ That body is so delicious,
I could barely stand to see you lying there,” he tells me as he
sets me down in the bedroom. I forgot that I'm only wearing a
bikini.
    “ I went downstairs to
relax,” I tell him as I begin to fidget with my fingers.
    “ I'll help you relax.” He
slips behind me on the bed, brushing my hair away from my shoulder.
When his lips touch my skin, I know I'm lost. His powerful hands
come up to massage my shoulders while he kisses my neck, and all I
can do is crane my head and moan.
    “ You're so tense. I'll work
all the kinks out of you,” his voice is full of promise.
    I notice his hands moving further back.
He cleverly uses the massage as a way to untie the top of my
bikini. The straps fall down, exposing my breasts. My nipples are
already hard just from the feel of his hands on my back. It's
almost embarrassing.
    “ Your skin is so soft. So
perfect.” His hands continue to rub down my back, pulling the
strings on the bottom part of my bikini. He slides my top off the
rest of the way and tosses it off the bed before leaning forward
and taking full advantage of his position. I can feel his stiff
manhood pressing against me through his