Thirsty Thursday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 4)

by Annalise Wells

  Table of Contents

  Book 4

  Tina

  Orlando

  About the Author

  Foreword

  Thirsty Thursday

  The Billionaires Temptations

  Annalise Wells

  Book

  4

  Edited by

  Natasha Lind

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  1. Tina

  2. Orlando

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  About the Author

  Foreword

  Tina

  “New chapters can be interesting.”

  What should have been the end of a chapter in everyone's life was actually, only just the beginning. We had one dead body laying behind us and one elusive man who had shown no sign of needing to breathe under water.

  We had rushed into the club when it rained. Now, we were back, again. We looked like the Magnificent Seven, but there were nine of us.

  But who was counting?

  "I am not sure about you lot, but I have had enough of standing here," I say.

  "Just a few more minutes, just to be safe," Joseph replies.

  We spend ten more minutes staring into the murky depths of the docks.

  Stacey looks over the dead body of Michelle. "What are we going to do with this?" she asks.

  "I will get a cleanup team to come in and take care of it," I reply. "They can also check in the water and see if there is any sign of him."

  We all walk back to the spa for a second time and sit back at the large table. We dry off using fresh, fluffy towels.

  "I am sure you all have a lot of questions to ask me?" Eight faces glare at me as if I have really understated my question.

  "Before we ask questions, I think we all need to fully understand how this impacts on our lives," Shona says.

  I smile back at Shona painfully. "Unfortunately, it is not over for all of you, we have to band together even more than before," I explain.

  "No shit, Sherlock!" Ty comments. He looks really pissed about the whole situation.

  I lean on the table and clasp my hands together. "The Kingmaker will be out for revenge. If we pool our resources, we should be able to draw him out for good," I explain.

  Stacey raises her hand. "I think you may have missed one snippet," she says. "What happens if we don't want to help?"

  "Stacey, you always were the rebellious one. But this time, you have to go along with it." She folds her arms in front of her like a teenager.

  "So, we are all still in his cross hairs?" she asks.

  "Yes, so to speak, but he won't just try and kill anyone, it is Beau, Joseph, and Ty he wants back," I say.

  "Why these three? Christ, he has teams all around the world," Stacey says, still pushing.

  "Sweetie, I am sure you are aware, these three are very special."

  "I want to rest and think it all over,” Beau says. “I have to find out where all the money has gone."

  "What did you do with it all?" Cally asks.

  Beau chuckles. "Check your banks, you may all find there are a few extra digits in your balance."

  I watch as they all turn to Beau in shock. He explains that he had transferred nearly two billion worth of assets.

  Shona looks at me. "There is one thing we have overlooked. What about the old club?" she asks.

  "It was a good cover, but I need another. I have to blend in. If any of you have suggestions I will be happy to consider them," I say.

  "How about another club?" Cally asks.

  "I wish I could, but you have the market sewn up here," I reply.

  "We could make it different, this one is men only, but we are getting requests for couples coming in," Cally replies.

  "It is true?" Shona says. "What do you think Beau?"

  "There is no harm, we have plenty of money for it." He grins, still impressed with his own handy work.

  "Let's just think on that one for a while," I say.

  Orlando taps my foot under the table. I face him as he signals at his watch.

  I look at the others. "I think we should carry on with this discussion another time. I am going to get him home. He needs his beauty sleep," I say, smiling.

  "One final question," Shona whispers. "You used to do a fair bit of hooking, and now you have one man, what gives?"

  I lean closer to Shona's ear as I stand. "I had to stop the hooking, Orlando is more than a match for me and he is like a raging bull between the sheets." We both laugh.

  "Have fun and I will speak to you in a couple of days," Shona says.

  "Oh, I will. I get a real buzz from all this spy stuff. I’m glad we are collaborating."

  I wrap my arm around Orlando's and head from the spa reception. I can see from the fence the cleanup team has finished with the body. The woman that was Michelle is now gone.

  "You were quiet in there; didn’t you have anything to add?" I ask.

>   Orlando pulls me tight into his grip. "This spy stuff and black ops is way out of my league," he says.

  "What do you think about the idea of a couples’ club?" I ask.

  "It may work if it is done right. There just needs to be limits set, somehow," he says. God he’s so delicious.

  Orlando opens the car door. I slip inside. I watch as he grins to himself and eases himself behind the driver's wheel. He’s like melted chocolate on strawberries.

  "What are you grinning at?" I ask.

  "Do you realize how much research we need to do for a new club?" he asks.

  "What sort of research?" I feel puzzled.

  Orlando raises his eyebrows. He leans across his seat. He brushes the hair from my neck and puts his mouth next to my ear.

  "The sexy kind."

  "You are insatiable, I don't know what you see in an old hooker like me," I reply. Granted I am twenty-nine and still have a great body, but I like to tease him.

  "I have seen a few women in my time. Not bragging of course. But they just miss something, that little bit extra that makes everything special," he says. God, he really has a leg spreading smile.

  "I am alright. I still look sexy in lingerie.”

  "Fuck, Tina. I love it when you wear that lacy, see-through stuff. Your attitude is what makes you so endearing. And you don't think you are anything special, that is unless you are chasing down the bad guys, of course."

  Orlando pulls the car from the parking lot. He heads toward the old club.

  "Where are you going, we are not even open?" I see his determination.

  "All the more reason to go. We have everything we need there, we have lights, we have cameras, and all we need is some action," he says.

  "I have never really filmed myself having sex," I say plainly.

  "And where better to do it. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Tina. Big, doe brown eyes and a spiral of long, beautiful, curly brown hair that goes to your waist. Creamy skin that looks like it’s from the heavens."

  My eyes light up at the thought of it. I feel myself aroused by his words. I had hooked for many years, but performing on stage had never been one of my strengths. The more I think about it, the more I was getting turned on thinking about it.

  Orlando was like pure orgasms on tap, he could have sex at any time; a quick stroke here and the slightest hint of my pussy and he was off like a machine that was set on overload. Pounding into me. My body shuddered excitedly at the thought of it.

  "Does this car go any faster?" I ask.

  "All in a timely manner, I want to make the anticipation last," he replies, in a mock British accent.

  I laugh. "It will be a shame for the club to go. All those memories.”

  "You mean Shona, Cally, and Stacey?"

  "Yeah, I was sad to see them go. And they would be really pissed if they found out I had orchestrated the whole thing. All of them used as bait," I explain.

  "We just have to make sure that they never find out," Orlando says. God his lips are so sexy. I can’t even look into his bedroom eyes, at times.

  "It will save me a lot of hard explaining. And a bit of heartbreak somewhere," I reply.

  "Why could there be heartbreak?" Orlando asks.

  The car turns into the old club parking lot. It is deadly silent, and not a patch on what it used to be. No lights, no sign, and no customers. I definitely feel some remorse with it closing.

  "Heartbreak, you were telling me about heartbreak," he says.

  "Why do you think the government was so keen on finding The Kingmaker?" I ask.

  "To put an end to his plan of taking over the world?"

  "Sort of, but there is another simple reason," I say.

  "I think you should enlighten me," Orlando says.

  "Well, why would any government want three prime specimens like Beau, Ty, and Joseph?" I ask, trying to get him to see.

  "You mean it was those three they wanted all along?" Orlando asks.

  I laugh. The car stops and I step from the seat. I walk to Orlando and grab his arm.

  "That is precisely what they wanted."

  "Now that is a bitch of a thing, you look at them as family," he replies.

  "That is what makes it all so damned difficult." I feel sad about the situation.

  "If you have a job to do, you have to do it," Orlando says.

  The large door to the club swings open. We walk into the dark and flick on the lights. I sigh.

  "Orlando, I just can't do it. I can't hurt my girls."

  He looks at me with love in his eyes. I never noticed it before today.

  “New chapters can be interesting.”

  Orlando

  “Government conspiracies are true?”

  I am just a bystander in all of this. I am not a part of any government conspiracy, genetic experiments, or anything to do with Tina's old life. What I am though, is her stud of a boyfriend. I was a player until I met Tina, I had tried everything I could think of to try to date her.

  The large door swings closed behind us. Tina runs her fingers over the bar and against some of the golden carvings that grace the walls of her old club. She had mentioned that now The Kingmaker had gone, this place would be gutted and sold off.

  The building itself was nothing special, but the land on which it stood was prime real estate.

  Tina walks behind the bar. "I need a drink."

  "I think you better make it two," I reply, pulling up a stool.

  I take a sip from my glass and lean forward to Tina, I put my hand on the back of her neck and pull her toward me. Our lips are close. She closes her eyes and she opens her mouth. I push myself closer and drizzle the whiskey into her mouth. Our lips lock, the swirling sensations making Tina melt. I love it when she gets hot for me. It’s like I can make her wet, instantly.

  She groans as she swallows the warm whiskey, her full and throbbing lips embrace me. Our tongues make sliding sweeps as we search each other's pleasure. I grab Tina and pull her onto the bar. She sits with her arms wrapped around my neck. She grapples me with her legs and pulls me in making my dick hard, immediately.

  Her skilled hands hold her sweatshirt and lift it above her head. I stand and admire her swollen breasts. I see her large nipples pushing against the black, silk fabric of her bra. Her back arches as she fumbles with the fastener. She finally gets it undone and her breasts fall toward me. I cup and massage them. Tina puts her hands on my shoulder as she arches her back closer to me.

  My head goes forward, and I take Tina's pinkness between my hot lips. I clamp my lips around her erect nipples and tease her with the tip of my tongue.

  "Orlando, take me to the stage," Tina says.

  Her legs grip my waist and her arms clamp tightly around the back of my neck. Tina slips her ass from the bar, I take her weight and make my way to the low stage.

  "Where is your film camera," I ask.

  "At the side of the stage, there is a drawer, it is in there," she replies, looking the sexiest I’ve ever seen her.

  The side of the stage is bathed in darkness, but I manage to find the drawer. I grab the camera and make my way back to the light. Tina has already removed her clothes and lays ready and naked for me.

  I mount and focus the camera. Tina looks at me and grins. Shadows fall on the stage floor as Tina rests on her arms. Her feet are pressed flat on the edge of the stage.

  "Strip boy!" Tina says.

  I start to move my hips as I eye Tina's perfect body. I provocatively unbutton my shirt. It slips from my shoulders and falls onto the floor. The hardness of muscles in my shoulders flex as I pull on the buckle of my pants. My shoes make a thud as I kick them to the floor.

  My fingers pull the zipper down. My pants slip down my thighs. I step free, and only my shorts hide the evidence of my arousal. My shaft is rock-hard as I watch Tina posing for the camera, her hand pushes against her pussy. I watch the perfect, lubricated opening as her fingers slide inside. She gasps and I feel my body wanting her.


  I step closer and closer, I can smell Tina. Her femininity is driving me absolutely crazy. I want her like I want the sun in summertime. She lays on her back as put my hands firmly on her knees. I push firmly and her legs spread wider, her pink flesh beckons my hardening shaft.

  I run my hand over her flat belly as her body starts to tremble. My head lowers, I dart my tongue over her and she moans a moan I know she’s been holding in for such a long time. Tina's throbbing clit dances under my swirling tongue.

  “Ahh,” she lets out as her body tenses.

  I look toward the camera; the single red light shows it is recording. I return my attention to the moistness of her pussy. My head bobs and I drive my tongue inside her with want. I know how good she is.

  I feel my hair pulling from my head. Tina has locked her fist and holds handfuls of my hair. Muffled cries of pleasure come from my mouth, the groans and moans filling her moistness, the warmth of her juices running across my face. She tastes like honey.

  "Now it is time to make love to you," I say.

  "Don't make love to me, fuck me," Tina replies with a gasp and a wide grin.

  I stand from the chair, my virile masculinity at full erection. I step forward and stroke my cock. I want her so bad I can feel my balls ache and my wildness beginning to surface. I rub the head over the hardness of her budded clit and tease her labia.

  "Jesus H Christ," Tina lets out.