Nightclub Sins: A Billionaire Romance Series

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by Michelle Love


  That one thing was the only thing he and I didn’t agree on. Most things we worked at until we came to a decision where both of us were comfortable. He’d bend a bit, I’d bend a bit, and we’d find a place that would work for us. But not with another pregnancy. Not with another chance he’d have to face losing me.

  I understood. I did. It’s not as if I hadn’t witnessed how upset he’d been. And he did have to do so much more with the baby and me than either of us had guessed would happen. But still, there was a longing that I couldn’t put away.

  The boys looked so much like Gannon it was eerie. And as silly as it might sound, I wanted an eerie lookalike too. But I didn’t think it was in the cards for me.

  Not with Gannon refusing to bend on the subject.

  Other than that one thing, we had built a wonderful life. A fairytale really.

  I had it all. My career as the director of a private kindergarten. Braiden and Grady came to work with me as there was a daycare facility for the staff. I was able to have them in my office most of the time, and when they weren’t in there, they were playing in the daycare facility just down the hallway. At the end of each day, Gannon would meet us in front of the building, and our driver would take us all home.

  Structure ruled us all, and we all flourished from it. My parents commended me often, telling me my husband and I ran our life like a well-oiled machine. A machine that moved easily, fluidly, and without very many hiccups.

  But I was facing a challenge. One I wasn’t sure how to take on. I wanted another chance to have a girl. I wanted only one more chance. If I had another boy, then I’d stop. But I wanted one more chance.

  Gannon and I might face our biggest disagreement yet. But I was willing to go into battle with my husband for a chance to bring a daughter — I felt was waiting to come to us — into the world.

  And I thought after a nice long night of making love I might be able to win the battle that would surely come when I asked him for what I wanted. So the plan was to butter Gannon up. Do to him all the things I knew he loved and leave him breathless. Then I’d go in for the kill.

  I know it’s a bit dramatic, but this was war. A war he didn’t know was coming. A sneak attack on a moonlit night.

  As I looked at my handsome husband, I almost pitied the man. But then I thought about all the pleasure I was about to bring him and he me and I got over it.

  Gannon

  I sat on the sofa, watching my wife peel away her clothing. My cock was pulsing to life with every stitch she removed. A pink dress gave way to creamy, tanned flesh and my heart began to pound.

  When she was standing in front of me without a thing on, I wiggled my finger at her. She came to me and cocked her head to one side as if wondering what I wanted her to do, but not asking. Before I could say a thing, her lips parted. “I’d love to taste you.” She eyed the bulge in my pants. “It’s been a while since I’ve tasted you, Gannon.”

  Reaching out, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her to me. My lips grazed her clit, and I flicked my tongue, making her moan and fist my hair. I’d allow her to taste me only after I tasted her. It had been a while since I’d done that too.

  Two kids can sure muck up nightly fun between a mother and a father.

  But tonight we were free of our cherished children and free to reconnect, sexually. And I could surprise her at the end of a glorious night.

  Her plump ass felt good in my hands. I massaged and kneaded her flesh as I ate her out. Her cunt always had been sweet and had only gotten even sweeter with time.

  Licking her up and then kissing my way down her pulsing pussy, I kept it up until I felt her knees going weak. So I stopped what I was doing and stood up, picking her up and carrying her to brace her back against the wall.

  She kissed me as I walked with her, tasting herself on my tongue. Sucking at my tongue, she couldn’t stop moaning. But she had to stop as I got to the wall and pulled my mouth away from hers.

  Picking her up high, I looked up at her. “Put your legs over my shoulders, baby.”

  “Oh, Gannon!” she did as I said to then I went back to work.

  Her pussy right in my face, I fed on her in a way I never had before. Immersed in her cunt, I licked and sucked then even nibbled on her soft, warm flesh.

  Her cries got louder, and I knew she was about to blow. I put my tongue inside of her, fucking her with it until she came all over it. I lapped at her juices as her canal squeezed me. Then I put her down.

  Brooke went straight to her knees in front of me. Her hands working quickly to rid me of my pants. They pooled around my ankles then she pushed my underwear down too and was on my cock without warning.

  I gasped and had to grab her shoulders. “Fuck, baby!”

  She wasted not a second, sucking me off with a furious hunger. She growled as she let her teeth graze my tender flesh just a bit. It was so good I found my body shaking as I watched her head bob as she took me all the way in.

  Naked and on her knees, she gripped my cock with both hands, using them to keep my entire cock stimulated until I was groaning as I shot my load down her throat.

  She let me go, wiping my cum off her red lips. I stumbled to the sofa and tried to catch my breath. “Oh, fuck, Brooke!”

  On her hands and knees, she crawled across the floor, making her way to me and making it damn hard to catch my breath. “I want more, baby.”

  The fire in her eyes told me she was going to fuck me dry. And my heart banged in my chest as I knew I was in for a real workout.

  My shirt was still on, but I’d stepped out of the heap of my pants and underwear and had managed to get my shoes off too. She pulled my black socks off, then proceeded to kiss her way up my left leg, taking a moment to blow on the tip of my cock. Then she kept on coming up, unbuttoning my shirt before pulling it off of me, leaving me naked and hard once more.

  She stepped back and eyed my erect cock, then she climbed onto my lap, sliding her hot cunt down my length. Her blonde curls bounced right along with her size double D’s —the baby had made them grow a cup size — and boy what a gift he gave his daddy with that feat!

  Pink nipples peeked out at me through the thick curls now and then as she moved up and down my cock. I held her by her narrow waist. I had to admit, Brooke’s body had been awesome before the baby. But after the baby, she was just plain smoking hot.

  Her hips became more rounded, her tits bigger, plumper, juicier, and her ass had grown in all the right ways too. And her canal still held me every bit as tightly as it had before. She’d grown even more beautiful; a thing I never thought she could improve on. Yet she had.

  And she was all woman now. No more innocence left in her; she knew how to please me and did as often as she and I could find the time. And she was pleasing the shit out of me now.

  Riding me hard, she panted and squealed just before she came all over my cock. Thankfully, the orgasm I’d had earlier kept me from letting loose again, and I was able to keep going.

  I got up with her and laid her back on the floor. Taking her legs, I pulled them back until her knees were by her ears and I went into her balls deep. Her body was shaking with the increased intensity of the orgasm that was doing anything but going away.

  She gripped my biceps as I rocked back and forth, pounding her with my cock. Her tight pussy was clenched on my cock so hard it defied imagination. And when her nails gouged into my flesh, I howled with the orgasm that ripped straight through me.

  Filling her with my cum, I kept moving as our combined juices slicked us up, making it easy to move. The smell of sex that hung in the air had my head light, and lust crept through me.

  Looking down at my wife’s flushed face, I found my mouth crashing down on hers. The heated kiss grew and became more passionate. But I knew I needed to give her a little break, so I pulled my mouth off hers. “Shower then we’ll get into the hot tub.”

  I got up, helping her up too, and we went to clean up some before getting dirty in the hot water. But as she w
ashed me off and I did the same to her, we both got worked up again and ended up fucking in the shower with her back against the wall and her legs wrapped around me as I pounded her pussy once more.

  We ended up only making it as far as the bed before we fell on top of the blanket in a sated state. “I love you, baby,” I managed to mumble before I heard her already snoring lightly and I was quick to fall asleep myself.

  Somehow, the next morning, I woke up with her wrapped around me and the blanket pulled around us. But we were still lying sideways on the enormous California King-size bed.

  Her hair was absolutely everywhere as she raised her sleepy little head. “Morning?”

  I groaned as I rolled over and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Um, okay, yeah, technically it still is morning. Only eleven.”

  “Oh, my God, Gannon,” she moaned as she rolled out of bed. She stopped as soon as she stood up. “Whoa.” She stood perfectly still then took a few steps. “Ow. Ow. Ow.” She turned back to look at me with a sexy smile curving her lips. “It’s been a while since you’ve made me feel like this, Gannon Forester. You bad, bad boy.”

  I had to laugh as she wobbled to the bathroom. “I’m not through with you, Mrs. Forester.”

  Once she’d closed the door, I got up, finding I was also a little stiff, and went to get my cell to make a call. With one call, I had one more night with my wife as Gram and Papa told me they’d love to keep the boys one more night for us.

  Climbing back into bed, I fluffed the pillows and made everything presentable. And when Brooke came back out, all cleaned up, her hair and teeth brushed, she looked radiant.

  And as happy and fulfilled as she looked at that moment, I knew she was about to get even more radiant. I patted the bed. “Come here.”

  She came and climbed into the bed with me, laying down next to me, propping her head up on the pillows. “Not to worry, I’m nowhere close to being ready to get going. Thank God for the late check out of two this afternoon. I’m going to need every minute of that time to pull myself together.”

  “I’ve got a surprise for you, Brooke.” I reached out to pull her into my arms. She rested her head on my shoulder and I went on, “I’ve called your parents and they’re going to watch the boys one more night. And I can rent the villa for another night too. We have more time.”

  She sighed. “Does it make me a bad mom that I’m happy to hear that, Gannon?”

  “Not at all.” I kissed the top of her head. “And I’d like to give you another surprise.”

  She sat up and looked at me with twinkling blue eyes. “Before you tell me your next surprise, I’d like to talk to you about something.”

  I shook my head, not being able to stand to have one more second pass by without her knowing what I had to say. “That can wait. You need to hear this.”

  She sighed and looked at me as she crossed her arms. “Okay, go ahead. But then we’re talking.”

  I wasn’t real sure what she was looking so serious about, but I wasn’t looking forward to talking about whatever she had on her mind. It looked deep and more than a bit troubling.

  But I had high hopes that what I had to say might override whatever was on her mind. “Baby, I know I’ve told you I don’t want you ever to be put in the dire circumstances you were with Grady’s birth.” I paused for only a second as a frown made her light brow furrow. “That said, I think I’ve been selfish. You want the chance to have a daughter for us, and I’m giving you my support.”

  She sat perfectly still, staring at me. Then her jaw dropped. “I can have another baby? You want one too?”

  I nodded, and she beamed at me. “Yes, I want a baby too. I’d love nothing more than to see a little doll like you running around our house. And if we have another boy, I’ll adore him too. I don’t care what gender we have.”

  The kisses she gave me made me laugh as she was all over me. “Thank you! Thank you, Gannon!” She sat back and shook her head. “And to think I was all ready to go to battle with you over this very subject.”

  “Was that what you were going to talk about?” I asked her as I pulled her back to me, hugging her tightly.

  “It was. But we don’t have to have that talk now, do we?” She kissed my cheek.

  I kissed her lips. “No, we don’t have to waste time with that. We can get to practicing the baby-making. We had a lot of fun when we made Grady. Just think about the fun we’ll have when we get serious about having another little monster who’ll keep us up all night, and spit up on us, leaving us smelling like spoiled milk.”

  “You sweet talker, you,” Brooke said as she laughed.

  That was one of the best weekends we ever had. And only three years later, Brooke and I welcomed a daughter to our family. And this time everything went perfectly.

  In the end, I learned that one can’t let fear of what might happen stop them from having everything they can in life. We would’ve missed out on our little girl, and that would’ve been a tragedy equally as bad to the one I worried about so much.

  With a happy wife, I learned how to have a happy life.

  The End.

  2. Masked Indulgence

  Nightclub Sins Book Two

  One night of naughty fun turned into one lifetime of responsibility …

  The little beauty caught my eye right from the start.

  The naughty negligee she wore enhanced her luscious body, though the mask hid her face from me.

  But I took her anyway and I took her as many times as I wanted; she belonged to me that night.

  My little slave gave me everything I demanded of her.

  My touch became her undoing, making her give me more than she’d ever given anyone.

  Part One

  Chapter 1

  Nixon

  Halloween Night

  A slight chill took over the night air as my driver pulled up in front of the club I’d directed him to. This was where I’d always come to find a bit of relief. The darker side of me often came out around the most sinful of holidays. The Dom in me wanted a sub to play with for one night. That’s all I dared to allow myself.

  I’d trekked up to Portland, Oregon, to get away from my life in Los Angeles, California, for a speck of time. I didn’t dabble in the BDSM realm at home. I saved that for when I came to the club I’d joined when it first opened a few years back. The Dungeon of Decorum was a place I hadn’t often visited, only coming up once, or sometimes twice, a year.

  I only liked to play at being a Dominant; I wasn’t the full-time kind. I had never leased a sub or even paid for more than a night’s pleasure. It was just a way for me to blow off steam once in a while, nothing serious.

  When I’d received the invitation to the club’s first annual Halloween Ball, I got the itch to have some BDSM fun and made plans to attend what the invitation assured would be a great time.

  A red carpet led me from the car I’d hired to the front door of what looked like a shack. On the outside, that’s all anyone saw. On the inside, the stairs took you underground, to where a massive structure housed a large main room, several smaller more intimate rooms, a host of private rooms, and even private suites for long-term stays.

  Walking into the main room, I found a giant banner hanging over the crowd who’d gathered to take part in the eerie festivities. Cloaks covered most of the men’s tuxedos, just as mine did. A plain Lone Ranger-style mask hid my identity. The women were the real stars of the night, decked out in all kinds of sexy, sinister attire.

  I must’ve looked a bit overwhelmed by the plethora of willing women, as a man nudged my shoulder. “See any who are to your liking?”

  With a nod, I answered his question. “Many are to my liking. This is by far the sexiest Halloween party I’ve ever been invited to.”

  “Me too,” the man said then chuckled. “But I’m not here to shop for a new sub; I’ve got me a permanent one now.” He reached out to shake my hand. “Dr. Owen Cantrell.”

  As I shook his hand, I recalled hearing tha
t name before—then it struck me. “You’re that plastic surgeon to the stars. Or you were before that reality show ended. I believe it was titled Beverly Hills Reconstruction. I’m based out of Los Angeles too. Nixon Slaughter. I own and operate Champlain Services.”

  “I’ve heard of that,” Owen said as he nodded. “It’s an environmental agency.”

  To say I was proud of my company was too small a word. That company had taken a lot of time to build and to make a name for itself. After years of hard work, I’d accomplished more than I had ever dreamed. We worked worldwide, and the best part was that we were helping the planet and future generations.

  Shoving my hands into my pockets, I rocked on my feet, pride overflowing inside of me. “So you’ve heard of my little endeavor?”

  “Who hasn’t?” he asked with a grin. “I also read something in the L.A. Times about you and a couple of other guys building some new club downtown. An exclusive one much like the select few nightclubs in Los Vegas. When do you suppose that’ll be opening?”

  “We’re hoping to have it open for a New Year’s Eve bash. That’s the target date for the grand opening.” I pulled a business card out of the breast pocket of my jacket and handed it to Owen. “Here’s my number. Give me a call, and I’ll set you and a date up for that, on the house.”

  He pocketed the card and clapped me on the back. “Cool. We’ll be there. Thanks, man.” He pulled out a card of his own and gave it to me. “And if you know of anyone who needs my services, you give them my number. And let them know if they say you referred them, they’ll get a ten percent discount.”

  I put away his card as I said, “Will do, partner.”

  A woman with long, silky black hair, wearing a barely-there teddy and a giant mask with peacock feathers, came to Owen’s side. He put his arm around her, pulling her close to his side. “Allow me to introduce you to the woman who’ll be my date at your grand opening. This is Petra, my wife.”

 

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