Billionaire Bad Boys: A Collection of Contemporary and Paranormal Bad Boys

by Calinda B

  For minutes after her final climax, his head remained between her legs. His lips and tongue forced every drop of passion from her pulsing body, his actions akin to those of a starved man who aimed to capture every morsel and lick his plate clean.

  With one final kiss to her sweat covered mound, he slid his body up hers. His lips captured hers in a sensual kiss, her unique flavor exploding on her tongue. As he positioned his body between hers, he lifted her right leg in his arm, spreading her open for him. Slowly he began to slide his thick length inside her. The pleasure of their joining was overwhelming.

  He thrust inside of her in one long motion, and Melanie let out a scream of ecstasy. Her frame still pulsed with aftershocks and she was thankful he'd taken the time to prepare her. In her entire life, she'd only had one other lover, and that experience was less than fulfilling and not worth remembering.

  But Simon? Well, he was surely blessed by the Gods. He filled her like no one else had before. He took long strokes in and out until he'd completely buried himself deep inside her.

  "Yes," she hissed out as she lifted her pelvis to take him deeper.

  Any remaining thoughts floating around her mind evaporated into dust when Simon moved again. He seized her hips and rammed her with sharp, rapid strokes. Each stroke was primal, as if he wanted to brand her with his own burning lust. Claim her as his own. She marveled at the combined pleasure-pain he was offering with every stroke and she wanted more.

  His eyes captured her gaze as his thick cock stroked inside her body. "You are everything to me." Closing his eyes for a few seconds, his lips pulled back in a grimace. Exhaling deeply, his frame shook as he opened his eyes to look at her face again. One hand stroked along her chest, his large palm rubbing the flesh of her breasts as he continued his movements. Her breathing was deep, her chest rising and falling in exertion.

  "Please," the soft word releasing from her lips. Melanie knew what she wanted from him, but couldn't find the right words. Melanie knew that Simon was holding back from her. She didn't want that. They should be free with each other. Free to be who they were deep inside. "I know what you need, Simon."

  It took him a moment, but he slowed his motions. Not coming to a full stop, his strokes were deep, slow, and more focused. "Baby?"

  Her voice low, she ran her fingers through his thick strands. "I've always known what you wanted. What you needed. Please Simon," tightening her channel around him, she smiled knowingly when he moaned low in his throat. He thrust inside her, forcing a short scream from her throat. The deeper he pushed, the more connected to him she felt. She knew his resolve was weakening. "I won't break."

  His gaze burned bright with lust, sexual heat, and something else, as he stared down at her. His chest muscles flexed tight and his jaw was tense. "I love you, Melanie."

  Tears trickled out of her eyes as she looked up at her future, "Then let me have you. Don't hide from me anymore. Bring me with you this time and let me have the real Simon," she smiled.

  A devilish smile lit up his face and she relaxed. Finally.

  Lifting her legs, he positioned her knees over the bend in his arms, giving him the leverage he needed to go deeper. To reach a place no man had been before. Her body opened wider for him, and he was able to lean down and kiss her as he continued to wring moans from her.

  She felt one of his hands travel to her slim throat and she moaned in anticipation. Control. Simon craved control. It wasn't a secret to her, he'd always been that way. Even as a child. It had been a few years after she'd joined the Marines before she'd understood that his need for control was a part of who he was. Not only in his daily interactions, but more than likely in the bedroom as well.

  One of her girlfriends, who happened to be very open and sexual, opened her eyes to so many things. She'd quickly come to understand that she was extremely naïve and sheltered when it came to sex and men. And then her thoughts turned to Simon. That's when she started to recognize the signs in him.

  He'd been right. As had her parents. Back then, she hadn't been ready for him. There's no way she would have been able to accept who he was back then. What he needed from her. But now...now she was ready. And, she'd come to realize something about herself. She wanted to be on the receiving end of Simon's brand of love. It was the only thing she thought about. At night, her dreams filled with visions of her and Simon tangled together. His hands holding her tight, his body doing things to her she'd never thought possible. And in every vision that played in her mind, Simon was the one in control.

  The pressure of his hand around her neck broke something free in her. She wanted to please him. Wanted him to bring her to the edge and back. She trusted him, he would never hurt her.

  "Oh baby, you're so good to me," he said with a stroke, his teeth nipping her lips, tugging slightly. "You are...the only one for me. Only you." Her deep breathing filled the room as she delighted in every sensation Simon pulled from her body.

  She writhed and moaned beneath him, her body quaking as he intensified his efforts. His grunts of passion resonated throughout the room as years of need and desire came out in their forceful coupling. It was both too much and not enough. Her body tensed as it barreled toward release and rapture.

  "Give it to me, Melanie," he groaned.

  Moaning in return, she gave the only answer she could, "Yes."

  Simon found her lips and kissed her through her second orgasm. His thick cock sliced through her slick wetness as he thrust his hips against her, his mushroomed head pressing against her slick walls as he brought her the height of ecstasy. Her stomach rippled as her body began to shake with electricity. It swept over her like waves cresting in the ocean. She felt broken apart and fully healed all at the same time. It was fucking beautiful.

  Body tensing above her, Simon released a deep growl as his hips surged against hers, the smooth grace of his earlier motions now gone. When Simon's body froze as he pressed inside of her, she could feel the pulsing of his release. As he leaned his head down into the crook of her neck, biting the tender skin between her shoulder and neck, she felt her body clench and release one final time. The warm sensation flowing through her body so overwhelming, she was powerless to stop the tears that leaked from her eyes.

  Breathing heavily as they both got their breathing under control, she let her fingertips trail across the firm muscles of his back. Nuzzling her nose against his broad shoulder, she took a few seconds to allow the sound of their breathing to fill the room. She took refuge in the peace of the moment they'd made together. When Simon went to pull away, she tightened her legs around him.

  "Not yet." Breaking their connection felt wrong somehow.

  He kissed her softly, lingering on her lips for a few seconds. "I'll be right back. Just going to get a warm towel. Don't worry, baby. I'm not done with you quite yet." He gave her a quick, but very charming smile. Shaking her head at his ability to always get his way, she released him from her hold, allowing him to move from the bed. After a quick walk to her en suite bathroom, he was back with a warm towel. He took his time wiping her body down, paying extra attention to the space between her legs.

  Melanie released a low whimper at the caress of the rough cloth between her sensitive folds. Her hips canted, reaching for that indescribable feeling of bliss. "Please, Simon." Begging was new for her, but she couldn't stop the plea from escaping. And why should she? There was no need to hold herself back. Not from Simon. Tonight had been everything she wanted, and more.

  "Please what?" he asked.

  "I need you."

  "Marry me," he commanded, removing his hands from her body and standing up.

  Shock flowed through her. Was he for real?

  "I'm waiting for an answer." Climbing back into the bed with her, nudging her legs apart as he lay between them. Propping himself up, he looked down at her, "I know you may not be ready to hear this yet, but I waited for you."

  "Simon..." she began to answer. Of course, she wanted to marry him. Had always wanted this with
him. But she'd just returned. What if his feelings for her were a holdover from their teenage years?

  A shiver went through her body at the look in his eyes. "Don't refuse me. Not tonight, baby." His low tone ensnared her, drawing her closer, refusing to let her do anything but fall further under his spell.

  Silent for a pause, she nodded her head. "Okay. I won't."

  Pressing against her warm sheath, he slid the head of his cock inside of her in one clean motion. Their deep groans sounded in the room as they began to move in harmony with each other, expressing their love for the rest of the night, neither saying a word.

  7

  ~ The End ~

  Sunlight shining through the window forced Simon's eyes open. The bedroom was unfamiliar at first, but as he blinked through the initial fog of sleep, he recognized where he was. The feel of a warm, naked body pressed against his made him smile. It hadn't been a dream. She was here with him. In the flesh. Naked skim pressed against him after a night of lovemaking. He never thought this day would come.

  He began to harden as the memories from the night before flowed through his mind. Pressing against her thick backside as they lay together their limbs entwined, he wanted to take her. Claim her as his one more time. In the harsh light of day, he knew they had more to deal with. More to talk about. But no matter what, he was not letting her go again.

  She began to shift as she woke up. His gaze never left her as he took in this moment. There was a lot he had to apologize for. Hiring bodyguards to follow her without her knowledge. He could now admit that he practically stalked her the entire time she was gone, even as he swore to his parents and hers, that he was respecting her space. And last night. Well, it had been inevitable. The moment he saw her in the ballroom, he knew he didn't regret anything he'd done, or would do.

  No. For Melanie, he'd do that and more. Keeping her safe had been his only thought. Bringing her home to him had been his driving force.

  "Good morning." Simon said when he noticed her eyes flutter open.

  At the jerk of her body, he pulled back. Surprised at the motion, he stopped to look at her, his gaze focused on what she would do next. As she began to turnover in his direction, he noticed she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He refused to allow her to shut him out.

  "Melanie, don't do it," he groused. His good mood was quickly leaving him.

  After a moment, she spoke, "Hey. You're here."

  Taken back by the the first words out of her mouth, he sat up on the edge of the bed. Running his hands through his hair, he took a deep breath. He knew she wasn't ready for him. For what they did last night. He'd even been tamer than usual and had done everything in his power to ease her into what he wanted most. How could he have been so stupid? "Where else would I be, Melanie?"

  "That's not what I meant," she said in a sleep-filled voice. "I just...well, I don't know what to think. I'm glad you're still here."

  Saying nothing, he continued to sit, resting his forearms on his bare thighs. He felt her come up behind him, her soft hands resting on his bare skin. When she wrapped her arms around his chest, he grabbed one of her hands in his, lifting it to his lips for a brief kiss.

  "Simon?" she called out.

  "Yeah."

  "Stay with me today. We have so much to catch-up on."

  Taking a deep breath, he nodded. He knew what she was asking of him and he was ready to give it to her. Her heard her stomach growl in hunger and he chuckled at her embarrassed squeak. "I've heard your stomach growl before Melanie. Why are you embarrassed?"

  Light laughter reached his ears. He still hadn't turned to look at her, because if he did, he knew they'd wind up having sex again. His need for her was too strong, but he needed to give her time to accept that their relationship had changed forever.

  He was a lot to handle, he knew that. But he also knew Melanie could handle him. Last night had shown him how good they are together.

  "I don't know. I'm not embarrassed," she said a shy voice. "Okay, time for a shower. Want to join me?" She crawled out of the bed and stood naked in front of him. Her hand stretched out in front of her, as if waiting for him to grab hold. Perusing her form, he couldn't help but think how beautiful she is.

  Her gorgeous, smooth brown skin had always enticed him. Her thick wavy hair was tousled and wild from their night of lovemaking. He smiled and licked his lips. He most definitely preferred it this way. Lush hips flared out wide and dipped in at her tiny waist. Breasts that fit perfectly within his palm bore the skin discoloration of the multiple love bites he'd given her last night. Full lips, button nose, and deep brown eyes finished the picture of perfection standing in front of me.

  "Is that what you want?" He couldn't help but ask the question. Last night was full of raw emotion, need, and untethered desire. Today, he wanted to make sure every decision she made from this point forward was done so with perfect clarity.

  She paused, weighing his words, but staying silent for a few moments. Bringing her eyes to him, she nodded. "Yes."

  Standing up, he placed his hand in hers, allowing her to lead them to the large shower.

  Melanie blushed as she ate a bite of the French toast on her plate. Taking a shower with Simon had not been what she'd expected. Then again, she wasn't sure why. Now that she'd had a taste of him—literally—she knew no one else would do. Within seconds of stepping inside the shower, he pulled her body against his as he maneuvered them away from the cascading water.

  Just thinking about the things they'd done made her breath catch in her throat. Addiction was a real thing and without a doubt, Simon was her greatest vice.

  "Melanie," Simon's loud voice broke through her musings.

  Startled, she looked over at him with a frown. One that matched her own. "What?" she yelled.

  "I've been calling your name. Where'd you go?" He took a drink of his juice and placed the glass back on the table. "And don't raise your voice to me."

  "Don't raise my..." she stuttered. Taking a deep breath, she decided to try a different approach. "Simon, are we ready for this? Are you sure this is what you want?" Go big or go home.

  "This is what I've always wanted. You are who I've always wanted."

  "I guess I'm just a little gun-shy. For me, there's only ever been you. Now, I'm not saying I didn't date when I was away," she paused when he made a sound. "Something you want to say?"

  "Nope."

  She snapped at him, "You were no angel either Simon."

  "Never said I was. But no one ever held my heart. That has always belonged to you. I hope you know that."

  Shifting her gaze, she looked down for a second before her eyes landed on his face again. "I didn't before, but I do now." Taking a deep breath, she continued. "As I was saying, I wanted to know what we had was real. Beyond how we felt about each other as kids. Deep inside, I guess I always knew we had something bigger than what our teenage minds could understand."

  "I think that's what scared us so much. And our parents. They needed us to not get lost in each other before we discovered who we were on our own."

  Nodding, she agreed, "I figured that out shortly after I left." And that's what delayed her from coming home for so many years. In her heart, she knew once she saw him again, she'd never want to leave again. That every moment in her life had been leading her back to him.

  "I won't let you go again, Melanie."

  "You won't have to. I'm home for good." I'm here with you for good.

  "Marry me, Melanie."

  When he'd asked her last night, she hadn't wanted to get her hopes up. She knew he loved her, of that she had no doubt. She was scared to answer, but too overjoyed to stay silent. "Yes," she said with a smile. "But you don't have a ring," she teased.

  "Why do you think I don't have a ring?" he questioned.

  Laughing, she took in his serious visage. "Well, you hadn't really planned for this."

  "Yes, I have."

  Thoughts whirled around in her mind as he stood from his chair and looke
d down at her. "Simon?"

  Reaching into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket he'd brought downstairs with him, he pulled out a black satin box. She released a sob as she realized what he held in his hands. Had he been planning this the entire time? Kneeling in front of her, he opened the box to reveal four-carat princess cut diamond engagement ring set in a platinum band. Some may say it was too simple, but for her, it was perfect. And Simon knew this because he knew her.

  "Okay, baby, third time's a charm. Marry me, Melanie. Be my wife. Share the rest of our crazy lives by my side."

  "Yes," she said managed to squeak out. Tears flowed down her cheeks as he placed the ring on her finger. Leaning in, she captured his lips with hers, pouring all the love she could into that kiss.

  A few minutes later, they were wrapped in each other's arms as they lay on a couch in the family room. The television played one of the national sports channels. "How about a June wedding," she asked. Her smile was large as she admired the diamond on her finger. She'd called both sets of parents, but voicemail had come on for both of them. Since this wasn't the type of thing you shared over voicemail, she decided to try again later.

  "No. Too far away."

  "It's less than a year. Come on. I need time to plan."

  "Melanie, I'm not waiting to have you as my wife. Do you really think I want to wait almost a year to make you mine?" Kissing her on the temple, he tilted her chin and looked her in the eyes. "Plus, our parents have cleared their schedules. You have one-month."

  Shooting up from her seated position, she looked at him with wide eyes, "What? You mean they already know?"

  Laughing, he nodded. "Sure do. Why do you think they're all conveniently hidden away this morning?"

  Melanie didn't know what to say. They'd planned the whole thing. Laughter bubbled up inside of her. "You are something else. I guess you were determined though, weren't you?"

  "Come here, baby. Sit down."

  Still smiling, she was too happy to be annoyed at his manipulations. Her heart continued to flutter as he held her in his arms.