The Complete Bad Boy Series (5 in 1): Best Billionaire Romance Collection (Bad Boy Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Paranormal Series)

by Wallace, Brenda

  My legs wrapped completely around his waist when he started to slow down. I rotated around and we were in sync. Something clicked for us. I knew what his body wanted. I kissed his neck and he reacted with satisfaction. I knew when to touch him and he knew how to touch me. It was scary to know that we were so sexually compatible but we were practically strangers.

  He took my breast into his mouth and began to suckle on it. His tongue was swirling around my nipples. I was still holding back my sounds but as he began to nibble on me, another whimpered escaped. We locked eyes again and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in. He went top speed now. His hard stiffness was in and out me, causing me to have waterfalls gushing out of me. I could hear how wet I was and that sent me to overdrive. I closed my eyes and I knew that I was almost at my peak. And by the way Jonathan was going, he was almost there as well.

  “Let’s finish at the same time.” I whispered, knowing that it would help up both get to the end.

  Later I was climbing down from him. I began to dress myself and fix my staple ponytail. I took one gander in the mirror and you couldn’t even tell that I had just had a quickie. Jonathan’s reflection was right behind mine. I couldn’t even look at his face in the mirror. I knew that pretty soon I would feel like I did after the night. I would feel used and discarded.

  “I think we should see each other.” He said to my surprise. I spun and looked at him.

  “What?”

  “We should continue to see each other. It’s obvious we can’t stop now.” His tone let me know that he wasn’t talking about relationships; he was referring to sex.

  “Oh.”

  “I mean it’s evident that we both like fucking each other, why should we stop?”

  “Don’t you have other women that you can do this with?”

  “I do, but I don’t respond to them the way I do you. When I’m with you, it’s effortless. I don’t need to think about what to do. We move seamlessly together.” There was that smirk again.

  “Thanks, but I'm not interested.”

  I sat back at my desk and went pretended to go back to work. I could feel his eyes looking right at me, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it. He took one more look at the mirror and then headed for the door. Before he left, he walked back over to me.

  “I’m not going to lie to you or pretend to be anyone else but myself. I enjoy having sex with women. There’s nothing I like to do more and I won't apologize for that.”

  “Okay? Where are you going with this?”

  “I’d like to continue having sex with you.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he held a finger up in the air. “You don’t have to give me an answer right now. I want you to actually take your time. Think it all out and if you think you can find someone else that can make your body function the way I do, then by all means go ahead and find him.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. “But if you know what I already know, you’ll reach out to me. Whenever you feel like getting served pleasure on a platter, come find me.” He handed me business card that listed all of his information. “Until next time Cassandra.” He walked out of the office.

  I looked at his card, crumpled it, and set it on my desk.

  “Cocky bastard.” I muttered underneath my breath. I shook my head and got back to work. I thought everything was going well until I reviewed the work I did and saw that I was messing up. I finally focused and fixed all my mistakes. I walked out to the front of the cafe and started to help my staff. Hours later I was waving goodbye to my workers as I closed up shop. Walking home I thought about Jonathan’s proposal. I laughed at his arrogance but couldn’t help notice that I now had a crumpled business card in my back pocket. When I got home I held it in my hands. Running my finger over the bold lettering I felt myself get warm. Even the thought of Jonathan sent my body into hysterics.

  For the majority of the night I stared at the card. My body started to get aroused again. I tried to fight the feeling that I knew was going to rush over me, but it was useless. Now instead of just flashbacks of the first night, my reel of memories now included what happened in the office. His brown eyes locked into mine with his face deep within my cavern was the image that kept replaying itself. I could still feel his head moving back and forth. I felt myself pulsating and I gave into the sensation. I told myself that this would be the last time. I shoved my hands in my jeans and started to play with my button. It wasn’t long before my wetness covered my fingers. I teased myself by passing my fingers up and down my slit. I never entered myself although my body begged for it. I knew entering myself wouldn’t scratch the itch. It would only add fuel to the fire. When I orgasmed, I said Jonathan’s name.

  Lying on my bed, I didn’t realize I fell asleep until I woke up. I glanced over at my clock and saw it was just after midnight. I hopped in the shower. When I got out, I reached for my regular pajamas but decided against it. Instead I took my sweet smelling lotion and perfumes and spoiled my body with the sexy and sensual smells. I massaged it into my body. I put on my racy black negligee. It was lace and see through. I slipped on the matching lace panties. I snatched my hair out of the ponytail, turned on my hair curler, and put in some curls. I gave myself a touch of makeup and after I was done, I resembled a lingerie model in catalog. I held the crumpled card in my hand.

  “Hello?” Jonathan voice filled the line.

  “Hey.” I said in a soft voice.

  “Who is this?”

  “It’s me.” I spoke up clearer.

  “Oh Cassandra.” I heard some noise and then he came back on the line. “What could I do for you?”

  “Oh nothing.”

  “You called me for nothing?”

  “No just to talk.” I hated myself for trying to be reserved. Just who did I think I was fooling?

  “I didn’t give you my number so we could talk.”

  “I know.”

  “So when you’re ready to do more than talk. You call me. I have to go.”

  “Wait!” I spoke up. “That’s what I called you for.”

  “What?”

  “I was thinking about your proposal and I think I can do it. I think we should continue to have sex with each other.”

  The line went quiet. Aside from a few sounds every now and again, I would have assumed that he hung up.

  “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll call you tomorrow and we can get started.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Yes tomorrow. I can meet you after you close up shop.”

  “I wa thinking that you come over right now.”

  “Cassandra, that’s not possible.”

  “You have an early day? Some big meeting to attend?” I laughed.

  “No I’m with a woman right now.”

  The shock hit me hard. The line went quiet again and I looked at myself in the mirror. All done up...for nothing.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you were going to call.” He immediately apologized.

  “No, it’s okay. I just didn’t think…” I drifted off.

  “So I’ll call you tomorrow?”

  “No. I’ll see you tonight.” I found myself saying, staring at my reflection.

  “But I have a woman here.”

  “You can bring her too.”

  “Excuse me?” He sounds shocked but I knew that smirk was across his face.

  “If she can make your body function the way I do, then stay there with her. You and I both know that she can’t.” He chuckled and there was a pause. I heard him say something to the female. I couldn’t make out the words. It was followed by a door closing.

  “How do I get to you?” I gave him my address and we hung up at the same time.

  I was pacing the floor for about twenty minutes. Did I know what I was getting myself into? Could I handle this? Sex at a whim with no attachments? I’ve seen enough romantic comedies to know that either one of us were going to fall for each other or someone was going to get hur
t. Here’s to hoping it wasn’t me.

  The knock at my door brought me back to reality. I took one look at the my mirror. I still looked model sexy. I shook my bountiful curls and then did one last touch up. I sprayed myself with the sexiest smelling perfume I had.

  “You can do this Cassandra.” I gave myself a small pep talk. I walked over to my door. Looking through the peephole, I saw that he was wearing a casual v-neck shirt and jeans. He was still handsome, even without his trademark suit. I wonder if he knew what I had in store for him.

  Moonlight Sonata

  Chapter One: Lunacy

  As far as Katie was concerned all of those blond-haired bimbos didn’t know how to have fun. They couldn’t rock a real pair of cut off shorts like a brunette could and they certainly wouldn’t know how to use what they had if they took them off. She had her white button up shirt tied up to show her nice set, and her car keys in hand when she walked out the door and headed into her little red convertible.

  Jim bought it for her on their second date. He had a nice wallet, but he wasn’t good in the sack, so she dumped him for the next one, Derrick, who gave it away too quick. She could live off the jewelry he bought her for the rest of her life if she decided to sell it.

  She didn’t think men had any business playing a woman’s game. She was the real player, and she could give a hoot less about a piece of meat. What she wanted was paper, and she knew just how to get it.

  She didn’t even have to give them a thing. All she did was walk up to their tables and ask them what they wanted to eat that evening. If she put on the right smile and sucked on her pen just right, at least one of them would bite the bait. Serving tables was one of the best ideas she’d ever had. She didn’t care much for the hours, or how she had to help out all of the customers, but a rack like hers pulled in money faster than she could clear a table, and she didn’t have any problem working it a little bit to see what else they’d give her.

  Her job at the Finer Diner had gotten her some sweet deals, but it hadn’t gotten her anywhere as far as loves goes. She wasn’t sure she believed in it. She simply used her nice position on I-5, just north of L.A. to pull in as many of the stragglers as she could.

  She’d been fooled a few times, but she always got knocked back into reality. She wondered, though, could Steve be any different. She usually didn’t go for the shy types. They didn’t have the nice flair that she wanted, but Steve, with his boyish baby face and his golden blond curls, just might’ve been the ticket. Every afternoon he’d come in, just right before the dinner rush started, for a quick cup of coffee. When things got a little bit busier, he’d get something to eat and sit quietly. She knew she never had to go over to his table if she was too busy. Then, when things slowed down, he got dessert, and he’d allow his eyes to stray over to her for a bit. It was so endearing to see him trying to avoid looking at her, so as not to make her lose her focus, but she had to admit sometimes that she did.

  It was strange to see somebody so beautiful who didn’t know how sexy he was. He just had absolutely no idea that he was drop-dead gorgeous, and he could have any woman he wanted. She didn’t know what made him that way--maybe he had bad parents--what she knew for certain, though was that he could have her if he just had the courage to ask.

  It was hilarious to see him when he first came into the restaurant. As soon as he laid eyes on her for the first time, he accidentally spilled his coffee. She went over to clean it up, and he actually closed his eyes as hard as he could because her cleavage was right in his face. Most men would stare like little pigs, but he was too afraid of what she would think. After that, he somehow found her section every time he came in, and by the second straight week, he was able to work up to little conversations. His confidence came in tiny bursts. She could see his little gears turning, then suddenly he’d burst out something awkward. She let him do it to see where it would lead. He was just too sweet and too cute to shut up. She had to see his big lips move and the way his hair curled at the top, she couldn’t help but want to hear what he had to say every day.

  She checked her dark red lipstick in her rear-view mirror to make sure it was perfect then straightened her ponytail before she walked out of the car and ran inside to get ready for her shift. Things were always hectic in the diner. Somebody was always having a mental breakdown. They always thought the sky was falling, and today was no different. It was Jenny, the new waitress. She was having some trouble cause Jerry; the manager was coming down on her to learn the menu. When she walked in, she knew exactly what’s going on. He had her cornered in a booth, and his voice was hushed, but she could still hear what he was saying.

  “Now, I need you to be able to know what these people want before it comes out of their mouths or else you ain’t gonna be able to deal with them. I can’t have a server that doesn’t already have a feel for these things.”

  “What do you mean? How is that possible?”

  “Just figure it out. I can’t sit here and tell you how to do your job all day. I need you to already know how to do it.” He tried pulling that shit with her too, and she just nodded her head and went along with it. He didn’t really have high standards. He just came down on the girls to make them think he did to see if they could handle the pressure. In his mind, he ran a tight ship, but he was too inconsistent to really do that.

  He got up and left her there in tears. She didn’t know what the girl was going through. Everyone has a story, but she knew that whatever it was, she couldn’t get through it without a bit of confidence. Jerry gave her a bad look, as if to say get back to work, but she didn’t have to clock in for another fifteen minutes, so she went and got a soda and a piece of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and plopped it down in front of her.

  She looked up as if Katie were Jesus. “Oh, I can’t pay for that.”

  “Sweetheart, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if you memorize the menu. He doesn’t want you to prove that you’re psychic. He just wants you to look cute and do what the customers tell them without breaking into tears.”

  “You didn’t hear what he told me, though. He’s gonna fire me.”

  Katie looked at her like she was stepping into the role of a kindergarten teacher. “He told me the exact same thing when I started, and you know what I told him? I said if you can run around here and do your job in roller skates then I’ll learn how to read the customer’s mind. He was furious, but he never fired me, and I was a lot worse at this than you were.”

  “You mean,” she laughed and wiped her tears, “that he’s just bullshitting me?”

  “He believes that shit, he does, but he ain’t ever gonna do it.”

  “He does this to all of us, huh?”

  “And worse, but if you just keep coming in every day, he’ll stop.”

  She actually laughed and took a huge bite out of the apple pie. They saw him looking out from the kitchen warily, but they just kept on laughing. When you’re in a stressful environment like that, it’s hard to find a groove, and the girls had to realize that consistency was their groove, or they wouldn’t make it. Katie made sure they did know, because if he drove them all out, she wouldn’t be able to do her job.

  She got a rag and started doing her rounds, scrubbing all the tables, refilling the containers, the salt shakers, ketchup, and all the rest then, when she was done, she looked out to see the rush starting earlier than normal.

  Steve was usually there by then, and he wasn’t. That bothered her. He’d been a staple for a little while now, and for him to just stop, that was weird. He wouldn’t have done that if something wasn’t wrong.

  She had three parties in her section already and one other heading for one of her tables. The hostess really tried to spread them out, but it couldn’t always happen that way. Her section just happened to fill up before the other girl’s. She ran over to the first table to see a group of elderly women in church hats.

  One of them was wearing a violet hat that dwarfed the rest of the table. She was skinny
with thin lips.

  Katie walked up to the table. “Hello, my name is Katie, and I’ll take your order this evening. Can I get you guys something to drink to start off?”

  “No. I need you to get this table cleaned off immediately.” She was clearly the ring leader. All of the women got up in time and waited for her to do it even though it looked spotless.

  “OK. I’ll be right back.”

  “Well, aren’t you going to clean it?” the woman barked.

  “I have to go get a rag first.”

  “Well, what are you going to put on the rag?”

  Katie scoffed. “Ma’am, I don’t know the chemical composition of the cleaning fluid.” She walked back to the kitchen and when she got back the women left. On the table, they left one of those bent pennies you get out of a machine from the zoo.

  She went to go over to the next table when she felt a finger tap her on the back of her shoulder. It was Steve. He busted into the restaurant, and he smelled like cheap whiskey and wine coolers. He looked like he was about to puke by the way his hand was covering his mouth, and he could barely stand up.

  “Come outside.” She dragged him by the arm, mostly to get him out of the restaurant and he looked at her like she was an angel who’d come to his rescue. Clearly he’d done this out of some depressed, pathetic attempt to get up the courage to ask her to do whatever. He probably wanted to date her, but who knew.

  They were standing outside by the trash can when he got far too close to her. “You know, Katie,” he poked at her chest a little too hard, “y-you’re something special.”