Billionaire Heir (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  A few weeks went by, and I didn't think about spells one time. Not once.

  Jason and I went out every couple nights, but he always leaves me at the dorm building door, waves goodbye. I've never even kissed him. Does he not like me, or am I not attractive? I don't know what to do. Maybe…I don't know if it would be okay, but could I use a spell to get him to really like me?

  I'm sorry, that would be totally out of the question, I can't believe I suggested it. But if I wanted to, I did look up how.

  Apparently, don't tell anyone, but the best kind of magick, that is to say the most powerful, is sex magick. You have to keep your concentration up, though, through the whole thing, and it sounds pretty hard. For that matter, I only know one guy I could really do it with.

  I still remember the conversation pretty well, though. I called him on the phone and asked him out to my dorm to help me with something. It's a single, no weird roommates or anything, so it shouldn't be too awkward for him.

  "Hello," he said.

  "Hey, Jason?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I need your help with something in my room, okay? It's on the 2nd floor, third door on the right. Room 206, you can't miss it, okay?"

  He sighed and I could hear him start moving before he answered "Yeah, I'm on my way right now."

  The waiting was the worst part. I wasn't sure what he'd say, and I wasn't sure how to ask, either. Maybe he would be mad, or maybe he'd think I was a slut. I guess I'd have to explain the whole story to him, but then it'd be hard to explain why I was doing this spell.

  I was worrying over how to tell him when there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and there he was. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed, and looking at the clock, he might have; it was only 11, and I knew his first class was at 2, so he was never up that early.

  "What's wrong? You sounded weird over the phone."

  I ignored him for a minute. "Hey, come on in. This is my room; my couch is right there, and you can see the kitchen over there."

  "Is everything okay?"

  "I'll get to it in a minute, but it's not really an emergency, I guess."

  His shoulders dropped and he let out a deep breath. "Okay. I was worried you might be hurt or something."

  "No, nothing like that; there's the bathroom there, and the bedroom is right through that door."

  "Jeez," he said, "you have big dorms in this building."

  "I guess so," I said, cheerfully. It wasn't really a dorm building, it was an apartment that was reserved for student housing, so I knew it was pretty big compared to most of the stuff on-campus.

  "I don't know how to tell you this, James. It's a little embarrassing."

  "Just start from the beginning, then."

  "Well, you see. Like. I've been." I shut my eyes tight, bracing for what I was about to say. "I have been trying out this thing I heard about, magick stuff? It's probably fake but I needed your help to try something."

  "My help?" I opened my eyes a little bit, and he looked puzzled. "How could I help?"

  "You don't hate me?" I asked, opening my eyes a little bit again, just to peek at his response.

  "No way, Katie. Not even a little bit. But I don't know anything about magic or whatever, so…"

  "It's no big deal if you don't know how, I can show you how to do everything you need to do. Well, most of it, anyways, you'll figure the rest of it out yourself." I repeated, for good measure, "No big deal."

  "Okay, well, lead the way, then. I'll help you with whatever you need."

  I looked at him for a long time. Was this a trick? Was he joking? I couldn't be sure, but it didn't look altogether like he was; he looked fairly serious, even.

  I leaned in toward him and pressed my lips against his. His mouth was soft, not at all like I'd expected. From the glimpses I'd gotten under his shirt, and from his arms, he looked hard all over, but his lips…well, they weren't hard at all.

  After a long moment, he pulled away. He had a quizzical look on his face. "Katie?"

  "It's part of the ritual. Follow me," I said, standing up and offering my hand to him. He took it and I started walking, with him following behind. I pushed open the bedroom door and lit a candle with a match, then used it to light another candle.

  "Are you sure about this?"

  "Absolutely," I said, kissing him again. This time he kissed back, pulling me into his hard body. I had been right about that. He felt impossibly strong, like he was made out of iron or steel. I could feel myself getting aroused at the thought of what was going to come next. But I tried to focus as best I could.

  I needed him to love me. I wanted him to love me forever. I needed ot ignore what he was doing with his hands as best I could.

  He had fitted one inside my jeans and was rubbing through my panties, and I was finding it hard to concentrate. I gently pulled his hand out and he made a disappointed noise.

  I pushed him onto his back and started working on the button for his pants. They were tight and I could see the outline of his cock already, but I wanted to get it out, to see it for real.

  When I got them off it bounced a little bit, like it had been spring-loaded and I'd removed the catch. It looked huge; I didn't stop to measure it, but I wasn't sure it was going to fit. I'd only ever used these little vibrating eggs, and the dick-shaped toys had always seemed indiscreet, and I hadn't ever even seen one in person, so I couldn't make a comparison.

  I kissed it and he let out a breath. It was soft and hard at the same time, and I gave it an experimental touch. Then I opened my mouth and took it inside.

  Jason gasped and I looked up. He seemed like he wasn't sure what to do with himself, reaching towards my head, but his hand hovered in the air. I bobbed my head experimentally and watched his face. It twisted into an expression of pleasure and his hand moved towards my head before he pulled it back again.

  "Don't stop," he whispered.

  I did it again, and watched his expression change. I felt powerful. It was incredible to have this kind of control over someone. If this was what sex was, what sex magick could do for me, then I should have started sooner.

  As my head moved, his hips started to move, subtly at first, and then more forcefully. Finally he gasped out, "I'm going to…"

  I stopped and he let out a loud, frustrated groan. I could see by his face that he was frustrated with me for stopping, but it didn't matter. I had things I needed to get done, and finishing him off with my mouth wasn't one of them.

  "Why did you stop," he asked, and I put a finger against his lips before pulling my pants down.

  "Because you're not done yet, tiger." He looked up at me.

  "Are you sure about this?" He asked again.

  "I already told you that." I pushed him back again and climbed on top of him.

  I formed the image in my head of what I wanted. I wanted him, I wanted his love, and I would need to concentrate to get it. I lined his cock up and gently started to push it into me.

  I felt myself start to stretch, and then more and more. I'd never felt so full in my life and it hurt, but I didn't have time to think about that. I needed to keep the spell going, and that meant concentrating. I closed my eyes and took a moment to try to grow used to the sensation inside me. I could feel Jason squirming beneath me, and I leaned forward to hold my weight over him.

  I opened my eyes and looked at his face for a long moment, starting to move. I needed to remember that face, and I tried to memorize every line of it, every inch. His strong jaw, the expression of pleasure. The way his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself under control. I closed my eyes again and started to grind my hips back and forth.

  He hit spots deep inside me that I didn't know were there. I moved faster, pleasure building up in my belly and spreading out through my body from my fingers to my toes.

  "Don't stop," I heard him groan out with a ragged voice. Any moment, I knew, he was going to come. I hadn't put a condom on him, and I wasn't on birth control. I smiled. The thought had broken my
concentration, and now I couldn't get it back, but it didn't matter. All I could think about was the pleasure rippling through my body.

  I couldn't think. I just wanted to keep going. Somewhere far away, I heard his voice again, ragged and tired, moaning out "I'm going to--"

  And then I felt him twitch, and I his body stiffened below me, and I felt something inside me explode in a giant ball of pleasure.

  I came to my senses laying on top of him. Both of us were breathing hard, and I felt full of something warm and hot. I climbed off of his cock and laid down next to him on the bed. He was watching me with a far-away expression.

  I hadn't managed to keep my concentration going the whole time. I'd failed the spell. There was no way.

  All of a sudden a wave of guilt came over me. I'd tried to force him to love me. That was awful. He had the right to choose, and if he didn't choose me…I tried not to think about it, but it was his right. Suddenly I was relieved that I had failed. Words broke through the fog of my thoughts.

  "What was that about?"

  I blinked. I hadn't really explained, had I?

  "I…" I thought for a minute. There wasn't a good way to explain it, was there? I'd sound crazy. "I was doing research for a class. They said that sex magic was used by--"

  "Oh," he said, and laughed. "What was the 'spell' we were doing for?"

  "I don't know," I lied.

  He laid back and looked at the ceiling.

  "I'm sorry." I curled up against him and felt awfully stupid about the entire thing. I'd betrayed his trust, and for what? For nothing. I'd just been using him!

  "For what?"

  "For dragging you into this."

  He put an arm around me and pulled me in tight.

  "Katie?"

  Oh, I loved the sound of his voice. "Yeah?"

  "I love you."

  A shiver went through my entire body when he said it.

  "No, you can't." He raised an eyebrow. "The spell, I didn't do it right!"

  He laughed again, and then I started laughing too.

  "Sure it didn't. You can tell me about it over lunch." He leaned down and kissed me. "And if you need to do any more 'research' for that 'class...'"

  I smiled and kissed him back. Maybe sex magick works. Maybe it doesn't. But I'd love to give it another try.

  BITCH

  A Romantic Suspense Novel

  Cat Calloway

  One

  Erin Russo had already put her badge on its usual place right on her belt, and didn't realize that it shouldn't have been there until she was already out the door. It was odd, not being on-duty. She had forced herself not to even bring it with her, and then somehow it had ended up in her luggage anyway. Her work suit—that is to say, her only suit—was there, too, and she had laid everything out the way she always did at home.

  Only, she wasn't at home, and she wasn't going to work. Which should have made it uncomfortable and unusual to go around getting ready for work, but somehow she had barely realized that she was doing it.

  When she had finally been told, point blank, that she needed a vacation, she thought it would be a relief. She'd finally have time to pick skiing back up again. She hadn't been on a mountain since she was fifteen years old, and now here she was, with a great view of the Tetons. Erin stripped off the suit, already regretting bringing it.

  Those weren't the kinds of clothes that you needed on a skiing trip. But the ever-present 'what if' was always there. What if she needed to impress someone? What if she needed to look serious? What if she had to have a suit for something?

  She hung it back up on the rack, promising herself that this time she wouldn't go straight for it the next morning. Then she changed into tight-fitting winter clothes that didn't flatter her breasts nearly as much as she might have liked. Then again, she thought, there wasn't nearly enough of them to be flattered, looking down at them sadly. Barely enough to fill her small hands.

  She moved on from beating herself up over it and forced herself to keep on going. She slipped her wallet into her pocket on the way out and grabbed the keys to the rental car. She didn't need a new car, but it was impressing her enough that if she did, she might buy one. Reasonable, solid gas mileage, comfortable—it was a nice experience. Almost nothing like the heap she drove to work every morning, but it couldn't have the history she had with that old Jeep.

  Her first stop was by the ski rentals. A man who looked like he thought he was God's gift to women smiled at her with a grin that reminded her of David Hasselhoff and asked if she needed any instruction. For such a pretty lady, he could always justify a discount, no problem.

  She didn't have the heart to tell him no, so instead she told him hell no, and if he gave her a line like that again, he'd be taking a ride down the mountain on a stretcher. He laughed like she'd been joking, and maybe she had been. Somehow she suddenly wanted the suit back, and the badge that went along with it, just so she could prove that she was off-limits as long as she wanted to be.

  Erin carried a pair of skis over to the counter, where David Hasselhoff still leaned back, giving her a smile that you could run a deep-frier with, and paid for her skis and poles. The man took her ID and, to Erin's great frustration, read her name out loud. How terribly predictable.

  She took her card back once they'd run the credit through and seen that she wasn't likely to run off with their equipment, and huffed out of the room. She'd been expecting something like this pretty much since she started working at the station. It had made it easier not to go on vacation, when she realized that every vacation would be full of assholes trying their best to ruin her time.

  She stepped into line behind a couple of teenagers who looked like they had all the money in the world and had decided to come to Wyoming as a change of pace from Switzerland. They were talking about the usual sort of nothing that she had come to expect from rich teenagers.

  Erin closed her eyes a minute to try to calm herself down. She was being a bitch and she knew it. That generally meant, and this was the challenge, that she had to stop. But it was just so tempting, and there wouldn't be many other chances to confirm that she'd been absolutely right to forgo vacation time for seven years running.

  But according to the Captain, while that was all fine and good for most of them, she was getting wound up way too tight, and she needed a break. Specifically her, as if she was doing something wrong getting the highest close-rate in the county.

  Well, whatever it was, it wasn't a complaint. They gave her full pay for a week's vacation, and she intended to use it either getting back into her childhood hobby, or proving that there was no reason to take vacations. Either seemed about as good as the other, because even if she didn't have a good time, she was going to have a good time giving the Captain shit about it afterward, and that would more than make up for the week of dealing with assholes.

  Besides, out there in the cold, she always had the option of popping in her ear-buds, and then she wouldn't hear a god damn thing. She took one step closer to the front of the line, not far now. Half of the teenagers had left and the others had continued the conversation as if they hadn't noticed their friends' absence.

  Erin finally decided to stop subjecting herself to the frustration and nestled one of the earphones into her ear, enjoying the tight fill inside. Then she pulled out her phone and started the music. In for a penny, in for a pound, she figured. So she'd made a playlist full of songs that she'd loved as a teenager, and she was going to make a very strange weekend of reliving her life before the move out to the coast.

  She kept the music quiet enough that she could almost hear over it, and kept her other ear open. As if any moment she might suddenly need to hear something. A voice behind her was accompanied by a tap on the shoulder.

  "You new in town?"

  She craned her neck over, not wanting to get her skis turned around. "Just visiting," she said.

  The man behind her was hard to see through all the clothing, but his voice was at least friendly enough.
She gave him a chance to say something more.

  "Yeah—I guess we all are, aren't we? Or, most of us, anyway. I just—well, I was behind you in the ski rental, and I'm sorry how those guys treated you."

  "Yeah, well." Erin could hear how bitchy her voice sounded, but with Britney Spears pumping quietly in her ears she was starting to feel better, so she really hadn't planned on being any ruder than normal. "Sometimes you have to deal with it."

  "Well, maybe someone should give them a talking-to."

  Erin liked the sound of that. Maybe they would like talking to her. She was good at talking, when she wanted to be. She was especially good at talking when there was something on the line. And she was an exceptional talker when the guy was across a metal table, handcuffed down and she could smell the scumbag on him.

  Well, the handcuffs would be difficult, but the rest—they sounded perfect for it, frankly. The man behind her pulled his scarf down and his hat off, then held out his hand.

  "I'm Roy."

  Erin took it, still trying to turn as little as possible.

  "Erin."

  "Well, Erin, it looks like we're up."

  Sure enough, the last remaining teenagers had found their seats and were starting to slowly move up and away to the top of the mountain. Erin moved over to get into the lift, and Roy moved up beside her.

  She still couldn't see much of him, but from what she could see, she wanted to see more. The man had a military-looking haircut and the jaw to match it, with pretty eyes and a thin smile. She'd never used the word 'dreamy' before, but then again, she'd never seen someone who looked like Roy did.

  Two

  The way up the mountain wasn't as quiet as she'd wanted it to be before. Roy seemed to have taken her manners as permission to talk to her most of the way up, but somehow she wasn't as frustrated by it as she thought she would be. The man kept himself to the usual topics. How much skiing had she done, did she watch any sports, see any good movies lately. She noticed that he hadn't talked about work, though. Not even one word.

  Maybe he was like those teenagers. He didn't look like it. Pressed in close, she could feel that it wasn't his coat that made him look bulky. He had broad shoulders and the feeling of his muscles under the coat made her wonder what he looked like in regular clothes.