ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: The CEO's Game (CEO Bad Boy Alpha Male Stepbrother Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories)

by King, Kristina

  Simon kissed her, grabbed her ass playfully and then pushed her down on her knees in the shower.

  "Suck me." He told her, pushing his erection into her face and making it clear what he wanted from her.

  Izzy looked up at him from her knees and then wrapped a single hand around his cock and guided it to her mouth before sucking it inside. She licked around his thick head and down the shaft as her head bobbed up and down.

  Simon tangled his fingers into her hair and helped her go faster than she would have on her own.

  "Mmmm, that feels so good, don't stop. Good girl, Izzy." He told her as he fucked her mouth.

  Izzy wrapped one of her arms around his legs to balance herself as he rammed himself down her throat. She could feel the spray of the water dripping down their bodies as he slid in and out between her soft lips.

  He let out a loud groan and shot his load down her throat, holding her head still for a minute as he jerked in her mouth.

  Izzy coughed and pulled back after a moment, gasping for breath and then grinned at him, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.

  "This is one of the things I love most about you Izzy. Your willingness to do anything on a spur of the moment decision. It's not just sex; you'll take off with me for a picnic on the beach or a moonlight walk on the pier. You live life to the fullest and it's a joy to be around you. I don't want to lose that." Simon told her as he helped her to her feet.

  Izzy looked at him and pressed a gentle kiss to his chest before putting her hand over his heart and looking up at him.

  "I love you Simon. I lusted after you the moment I met you, but your love for horses and the person you are outside of your business offices is the man I fell in love with. I don't need big houses or fancy cars, I don't need expensive clothes. I just need the man." Izzy whispered to him. "I admire and respect you, and as long as we can communicate and work things out when we argue or disagree, I'm yours for as long as you want me."

  "Marry me." He told her, gripping her hips hard, pulling her against him so their bodies pressed chest to chest.

  "Are you sure?" She said, feeling completely shocked. She'd never even once considered that he'd propose to her, especially after a failed marriage and getting burned by his ex wife.

  "I don't want to share you, and I want you to be mine. Marriage is the closest thing I've got." He told her, grinning at her before pressing a kiss to her well used mouth.

  "I think I could handle that. You realize we have a lot of things we'd need to talk about if I agree to marry you though." She told him. "Like where we would live, my business, children."

  "I agree. I want kids. We can live wherever you need to live, I can work remotely most of the time, and I have assistants who can handle most stuff that doesn’t require me to travel for business. I wouldn't ask you to quit your job, but I might ask you to consider doing some of the work behind the scenes when we have children. I don't want them raised by nannies or in daycares." He told her and stroked her hair gently. "You are going to be beautiful pregnant."

  Izzy blushed and realized that she had never really given children much thought in the past. It was just one of those things she'd always assumed would just happen when the time is right.

  The money situation was a delicate one, and it needed to be said.

  "I will sign a prenup if you insist, but the idea that we'd go into our marriage thinking it would end in divorce disturbs me." Izzy admitted to him.

  "I never even considered it with you. You aren't the type to be spiteful, vindictive, or hurt me on purpose. I've seen you angry before, and you don't lash out. If you want me to show you I trust you, I suppose this is my way of doing that." Simon told her.

  "Private, quiet ceremony. No big grand gestures, I don't want to be the center of attention." Izzy said looking nervous.

  Simon nodded. "Just a few friends and family, quiet, at my estate. I might have to make an official announcement at some point to the media, but it should die down soon enough if we keep things low-drama and boring for them. The press will move on quickly if there's nothing to hold their interest. Are there any secrets in your past that you are worried will get out?"

  "Well, I was pretty wild in college; it's possible they could dig up some normal college-girl dirt. With pictures." Izzy admitted, "Robbie was in some of them with me."

  Simon laughed. "Those will blow over pretty fast and your past sex life doesn't offend me. I'm not one of those males who think all females need to stay virgins until they get married. You have needs too, why do males get to be the only ones who get to have all the fun?"

  Izzy sighed and kissed him. "That is one of the many reasons I love you. You are so logical and reasonable. For having a lot of money, you don't act spoiled or demanding like many of my clients do."

  "I wasn't handed a penny that I didn't earn. I had to start my way at the bottom and work my way up before I could earn my inheritance from my grandfather and take over the company. I have a healthy appreciation for the working man... He said, and then as an afterthought, "And woman."

  "I'm turning into a prune." Izzy laughed, looking at her fingers and holding them up for him to inspect.

  Chapter 6

  "You look beautiful Izzy." Robbie told her, giving her a hug. "I'm a little jealous of you. I always wanted a rich husband and there you go, landing one without even trying."

  "You know his money doesn't mean anything to me Robbie. Your man is out there, you just need to find the right one. Maybe you need to be open to finding one who isn't rich." Izzy told her, "You never know where you'll find the right man."

  "I won't settle, you know me. But I will miss our occasional... playtime. I cannot believe he wants you to be monogamous." Robbie said, laughing. "Wow, so many men would love the opportunity to play with two women together, and he insists he doesn't like to share."

  "He was okay with a one-time thing, but I think once he decided I was the right woman, he doesn't want to invite anything into our bedroom that could cause problems. I understand his point of view, I love you like a sister Robbie, but I couldn't date you." Izzy said laughing.

  "The feeling is definitely mutual babe. You're too much of a control freak outside of the bedroom for my tastes." Robbie said, straightening the veil over Izzy's face. "There, you look perfect."

  "I will miss living with you Robbie. I don't know what it's like to be away from you for more than a few days at a time." Izzy said, almost starting to cry, feeling overwhelmed.

  "Honey, sweetie, it's your wedding day, don't cry! I'm only a text away, and it doesn't take more than twenty minutes to get to each other. We could meet half way and then it would only take ten! And we will still work together." Robbie reminded her.

  "True. Okay, I'm ready to face Simon." Izzy said, linking her arm through Robbie's to walk through the door and down to the gardens in the back of his property.

  They had an outside wedding setup on the edge of the cliffs, overlooking the water down below. She had to walk past the horses, she'll never forget the first time she saw him with them. His natural grace with them was a beautiful thing to see.

  Simon told her he wanted to ride with her on a regular basis, and looked forward to her officially moving in.

  Today was the day. Robbie and Izzy spent the last couple of weeks packing everything she planned on taking with her. Izzy intend to finish paying her part of the lease with Robbie, who admitted she was thinking of buying a house when their lease was up. She had saved so much money sharing rent with Izzy over the years that she could almost afford to buy her own home with cash.

  Izzy’s wedding dress was a princess gown with a fluffy skirt. It had a corset top that pulled in her waist and gave her perfect hourglass curves. She felt beautiful. Robbie had done her makeup and helped her style her hair. Simon had offered to pay for a makeup artist and a hairdresser, but Izzy didn't want to do that, Robbie had offered and she felt that her best friend should get the right to help her on her wedding day.

  H
er parents were here, she hadn't thought they'd come down from New York since they didn't really approve of her lifestyle or her job. They always assumed she'd be a lawyer like the rest of her family, but she never pursued it. She was the black sheep of the family. Her siblings were "too busy" to find a way to make it for the wedding on a months' notice but Izzy didn't care. What mattered most to her was Simon. She would have been happy signing papers in a court house and not telling anybody. Their wedding was for the two of them, to commit to one another, to cherish one another and know that the vows they took today were supposed to last a lifetime.

  Her father walked her down the aisle until they reached the pastor and Simon. Her father then handed his daughter's hand into Simon's big one.

  "Don't you hurt my little girl; I know how to sue you." He threatened Simon.

  "Yes sir, I promise I will take good care of her heart, I would never hurt your daughter." Simon nodded grinning like a fool.

  "Good." Her father replied and then went and sat down with her mother.

  Izzy looked up into Simon’s eyes and smiled. She knew she was making the best decision she had ever made in her life, her heart was singing with joy that Simon loved her in the same way she'd fallen in love with him.

  "You may now kiss the bride." The pastor said loudly, the applause startling Izzy, as she'd been so focused on staring at Simon and repeating the words at the right time.

  "No regrets Izzy, I will love you forever." Simon told her before claiming her mouth for the first time as her husband.

  She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, kissing him back with enough fire and heat that people started making cat calls and whistles at the two of them.

  They turned and raised their hands in the air in a victory sign as they excused the guests to the tables of food and the open bars that had been set up.

  "Are you hungry?" Simon asked her, taking her arm and walking her towards the crowds of people who had moved from the chairs to the buffet table and dancing area.

  "For you? Always." Izzy said grinning and winked at him.

  BONUS STORY!!!

  Cape Coral College

  Step-brother Romance

  By: Kristina King

  Chapter 1

  My life started normal, I swear it did. I had a mom and a dad and a dog, what more could a little girl want? But then things got scary at home. There was a lot of yelling and a lot of fighting. My mom cried a lot, my dad stayed late at work a lot, and I had to spend a lot of weekends with the neighbours or with Grandma. Eventually my dad just left.

  Those next few years with just me and my mom were kind of nice, you know? Sure, we ate a lot of mac and cheese and hotdogs, but I didn’t have to share my mom with anyone. She read to me a lot and she painted my nails. We talked to each other because there was no one else. She held me when I cried, she held me when she cried. We were friends.

  Things changed again when I was twelve. My mom had started dated and eventually married this guy, Tim. Tim was nice enough, I’d met him quite a few times before they decided to get married, but it was hard sharing my mom with him at first. Instead of spending all her free time with me she wanted to sit and watch grown-up movies with Tim, or I’d get sent to a friend’s house so they could have a quiet dinner together. We did settle into an easy peace though, I guess it was when he showed up for a “meet my dad” activity at school. He didn’t have to do that, I didn’t even know he was coming. I was all ready to hang my head and say, ‘no, my dad is in Florida, he couldn’t come’ but then Tim walked in with all the other dads and sat next to me and for that afternoon I was just like the other kids. It sure was nice not being ‘Natalie, the girl with no dad’ anymore. Things would have been great, except that Tim also had a son.

  Jason. He was twelve, like me, and for the first few years he lived with his mom. I only saw him every other weekend and a few holidays and two weeks of summer vacation and that was more than enough! He treated me like a baby just because he was a few months older than I was. He got two birthdays and two Christmases and two Easters, just because he lived with his mom and his dad and I never saw my dad at all anymore. It wasn’t my fault that my dad ran off to Florida, with my dog and some woman I had never met, and doesn’t write or call ever, not even on my birthdays, but Jason liked to rub it in my face. We fought like cats and dogs. Looking back I guess we probably drove our parents crazy those first four years.

  Chapter 2

  When Jason was sixteen he decided he wanted to transfer high schools, something about wanting a sport scholarship and his school not having a very good team. But my school was perfect and so the summer between grades ten and eleven Jason moved in with us and would see his mother every other weekend, half the holidays, two weeks in summer vacation, and one evening a week for dinner.

  Of course by then things had changed, and so had Jason. Gone was the twig thin twelve year old and in his place was an athletic, muscular sixteen year old. His hair, dark like his dad’s, was cut short, even though the predominant style was boy-band long. He said short was better for sports and he was all about the sports. His acne had cleared up early and I was suddenly noticing that his eyes were a great shade of caramel brown. They twinkled when he smiled, which was often, and his laughter was infectious.

  I had changed too, I was no longer as self-conscious or as flat and twig thin as he had been. My ratty little girl hair had thickened into a wave of shimmering brown, my curves were filling out, my mother had taught me about make-up and I hid my insecurities behind an artful mask until the insecurities started to fade away completely.

  The weekends Jason was home became the highlight of my week. We ate popcorn and watched movies, or we had a few friends over, or we rode our bikes. It was like having one of my friends living at my house.

  Two months into the school year and it became painfully obvious that I was developing a crush on him. At least it was obvious to me. Jason, thank god, seemed oblivious to the fact that I blushed if he sat too close to me on the couch and that I tended to stare at him too much.

  For two years I kept my crush a secret from everyone, but I wasn’t the only one crushing on him. My friends swooned over him and he dated a few of them, and a few others that weren’t in our group. I burned with jealousy every time I saw some girl hanging off his arm. As far as I was concerned none of them were good enough for my brother.

  But he wasn’t really my brother at all. We forgot that sometimes, which was fine by me. As long as we were brother and sister no one said ‘boo’ that we spent so much time together in such close quarters. But as long as we were brother and sister there was no way Jason would ever look at me, and there was no way anyone would accept that fact that I wanted him.

  The next two years would have been hell except that a new girl moved to our school. Her name was Angela and she very quickly became my best friend, providing me with a distraction from Jason. She was a rather plain looking girl with brown hair that had no gloss and a subtle undertone that appeared almost grey. She wore glasses, a cheap, thin-framed pair that didn’t suit her face. Her family was huge! She had seven siblings. It meant she had to babysit a lot and that they all wore thrift shop clothes because that was the only way they could afford to have everyone dressed. Still she was sweet with a wickedly fast sense of humour. That girl could zing you twice before you even knew she’d picked you out for a jabbing. We still spent a lot of time watching movies with him and his friends but as it became more of a group activity it became easier for me to hide my feelings for Jason from everyone else, even Angela.

  Chapter 3

  The last two years of high school passed by in a blur of parties, Jason’s games, movie nights, and slumber parties. Somewhere in there we managed to attend classes and finish our homework and write our exams and soon enough Angela and I were shopping for grad dresses and applying to colleges.

  That was one thing Angela, Jason, and I could agree on – college out of state would be ideal. When Jason go
t his scholarship offer to Cape Coral College, Angela and I started looking at programming and decided that same college would work for us too. That’s when we hatched on our brilliant plan. It would be cheaper and easier for the three of us to rent a two-bedroom house near the university and split the rent three ways.

  I was in heaven. I would be away from my parents, living with my step-brother and best friend, and maybe, just maybe, he would begin to see me as a young woman and not his ‘younger’ sister.

  Of course, Angela would be a problem. I had seen her lately staring at Jason when she thought no one was watching her. She smiled at him, a lot, and played with her hair when he talked to her. Thankfully he didn’t seem to notice her, she wasn’t his type, but I knew what it meant. My best-friend was crushing on my step-brother, the same boy I had wanted for two years and couldn’t have.

  When he started calling her Angie I knew I was in trouble. He’d never once called me Nat! I wanted him to see me as a woman, I wanted him to be attracted to me, not to Angela or any of the other girls he brought home.

  Chapter 4

  One day in mid-October we were alone in the house and I knew we would be alone all evening because Angela was working. This was my chance. I decided it was now or never, after all he’d been blind to nearly six weeks of “subtle” hints, even though he hadn’t brought a girl home in weeks and must have been going crazy horny.

  Honestly, I had been walking around in a towel after my showers and just a loosely tied bathrobe in the mornings. I rarely wore a bra around the house, or even panties for that matter. I wore crop tops and then stretched to reach things up high. I wore low cut tops and leaned at odd angles, trying to flash him a face full of cleavage. I wore short skirts and bent over to pick up all the things I dropped.

  Nothing. Not even a glance. Even Angela noticed. At first she gave me these puzzled looks. I had never done anything like this in the time we’d been friends. Though I dressed with confidence and style I didn’t dress or act like a slut. She’d clear her throat to politely warn me when I was a little over exposed, or she’d casually adjust my robe as she went by, pretending it was just a pat on my shoulder. She probably thought she was saving me from embarrassment but I would have stripped in the living room to get his attention.