Erotic Romance Box Sets: Midnight Lily: A Billionaire’s Romantic Love Story (Book 1-3)

by Marian Middleton

  I chortle and reply, “You are preaching to the choir sister.” I say it in an afro-American accent.

  “Well it’s true,” she says. “Nobody has ever been a real friend, and since you came back from Carissa’s I have never had so much respect. Plus, I was able to move out of my brother’s and sister’s house and get my own flat with my own stuff because of you. I have saved the rest of the money for my future. I can be anything now and I am not squandering it.”

  She is so sweet. I tell her of my exploits with Paul, my mum and Steve before we dozily fall asleep together.

  CHAPTER 3:Leah Is Beside The Pool

  Three days pass and Paul has made himself scarce again, but Leah doesn’t mind. She hears a rumor he has been schmoozing the dean of a local republican college. Turns out his father has been able to bribe both of the liberal colleges in their area to use one of Steve’s business associates as a supplier, but the dean of a local republican college wouldn’t hear of it. They had a visit from Dennis Prager and Steve was hoping Paul could convince Dennis to talk to the dean, but as Steve had suspected, Dennis wasn’t up for sale (or hire) either. Paul returned with bad news and his dad was not pleased.

  Whilst Paul was being chewed out for being a disappointment, Leah was swimming in the pool. One of her new personal shoppers was told to buy something slutty for her to swim in. The personal shopper came back with a shiny gold swimming costume.

  The glossy material clung to her figure like it was painted on, and the water dripping from it made it glisten and sparkle like the shimmering purple head of a hard cock freshly polished by tight vagina lips. Her proud taut muscles glide through the water and her hair follows like a superhero’s cape. Beside the pool are two large speakers pounding out the magnificent gothic rock of NightWish, an excellent band from Finland.

  As the song “Storytime” ends the famous song, “Nemo” begins as Paul swaggers up behind the speakers. Leah is completely unaware of his presence as he places his right foot on the top of the speaker and pushes it forwards. With his foot, he steadies the speaker as it leans forward and over the water. All he has to do is remove his foot and it will fall in. Would the current in these powerful party speakers be enough to kill her? Would the current kill her or knock the wind out of her so she drowns? The horrible thought of letting go crosses his mind.

  “Aeeello Sir,” Says an overly loud voice from a distance away. A raised voice loud enough so that Leah may hear even with her head partially submerged in the water. Paul returns the speaker to its original position before Leah splashes up her head, standing up to see Paul and the approaching Mexican maid. She has a broom in her hand, but walks over to ask Leah if she would like a towel for getting out of the pool.

  “No thank you Maria. I am going to let the sun dry me.”

  The maid excuses herself and says, “You do not want to overdo it too much my lady, maybe you should get out soon.” As she finishes the sentence, she glares coldly at Paul as Leah gives a polite affirmative response. Leah was too naïve to know Clarissa had eyes on her at all times. It was no coincidence that the maid turned up when she did. Still, one wonders if Paul would have kicked over the speaker into the water.

  Leah settles on the side of the pool, still dripping wet but steaming in the sun. She is slightly out of breath, but only for a second since she was in fairly good shape. Paul sits besides her and dangles his sneakers in the water beside her.

  “It’s been a long time stranger,” chirps Leah.

  “Yeah,” He smiles, “My dad sent me away on business. I thought he suspected, but it turns out a local college dean was causing him problems.”

  “Did you sort it out?”

  He shakes his head slightly and says, “Well, that’s a bit of a sore spot at the moment.” Still, she presses Paul and he explains what happened.

  Leah comes back with, “Well duh!!! The republicans that can be bribed are the ones with no power. People like the dean of the college and Dennis Prager have a strong set of values that are worth more to them than money. They take their positions despite knowing people will call them uncaring and even evil. The fact is they are pragmatists and realists. They know how the world really works.”

  Paul looks at her a little bemused, “Yeah, but the deans of the liberal colleges have values, and they seem like nice people, but they let us bribe them.”

  Leah smiles knowingly, “Silly rabbit. They took the money because they think they can use the money to improve the standing of the college. Republicans know better. They know that money is too temporary to make any difference. The liberal deans have their hearts in the right place, but are going about it the wrong way by thinking that bribe money will help them.”

  “So, this means nobody will ever convince the republican dean to take my dad’s supplier?”

  “No, not at all. You just have to go about it a different way. You have to show the republican dean that taking the contract will help the students in some way. That it will help the students become better people.”

  Paul presses yet more, “And how do I do that?”

  “First you find a way to prove that taking the contract is good for the students in the long run. If you cannot do that, then you have your father promise he will convince some of his most influential friends to give talks at the college. Dennis Prager gives talks at colleges all the time and the students become better people because of it. There are plenty of influential and powerful people in your dad’s address book that could teach the college students about life, money, business, tolerance and love. Present the dean with a list of people that will give talks at the college, and I will bet my PVC bra the dean will agree.”

  Newly invigorated, Paul agrees and tells Leah she is more than just a pretty face. She stands up and says, “Oh shut up you, you will do anything for a quick fumble in my lady garden.”

  As she stands, Paul sees her in full profile, tall and proud like a goddess. “Well, you have to admit,” he replies, “It was exciting when we nearly got caught.”

  As Leah walks away, she calmly concedes that it was fun. Paul darts after her and stands in her way, “Well?” he asks. “Well, why don’t we do it again?”

  Leah wants to refuse, but the fear and excitement she felt last time was overwhelming. They agree to meet in a park that has its own secret garden. It doesn’t have many kids in it, but is a frequent hotspot for dog walkers.

  CHAPTER 4:In The Secret Garden At Clifton Park

  Clifton Park is a large and highly styled garden. It was built as a tourist attraction and getaway area for city dwellers. The secret garden is filled with slips of land covered in flowers that surround bushes of all different varieties. The rest of the park is smothered with tourists and kids, but the secret garden is only frequented by dog walkers.

  Leah takes a shifty look around before crawling under a nest of bushes, through the branches into one of its many small clearings. The floor is dusty, but the leaves cover her perfectly so that she couldn’t be seen even from above. In follows Paul, who has foolishly dressed in his shorts so he dirties up his knees as he squirrels his way into the clearing.

  Their lips lock as he fumbles around trying to climb aboard. She pulls him on top of her and tries in vein to pull up his shirt, but is distracted by the sexy kissing Paul is inflicting her with. She grabs his head, wraps her fingers around his hair and pulls him in for a deeper kiss.

  His left hand sneaks down to her jogging bottoms and pulls at them slightly. She takes over and pulls off her jogging bottoms to reveal her leather thong. Her pouting pussy is pushing though the leather. She grabs his ass and pulls him onto her and he grinds his hard cock through his shorts, pushing and rubbing her pussy through her thong. They kiss passionately and with abandon as he grows more vigorous and excited. She pulls her head away and rests the back of her head on the dusty floor, closes her eyes and says, “Take me.”

  He leans down and slowly kisses her sensual neck with sickly sweet kisses, caressing her neck with his fiery br
eath. He slips off his shorts to reveal his cock standing to attention and pulsing with the excitement of entering her. He kisses her neck before moving to her mouth, pecking, sucking and nibbling his way up to her lips, clamping her bottom lip with his and drawing on it ever so gently. His cock wants to penetrate her, but his heart yearns for her soul. He is soft and gentle, his loving kisses and feather-soft moans speak volumes for the love he feels in his heart for this woman. He cannot help feeling powerfully mixed emotions of love, fear and hate for Leah, but none of that matters as he slides off her thong to reveal her perfect virginesk pussy.

  Positioning himself on top of her like a lion on a vicious lioness, he tickles her moist lips with the shiny bell-end of his penis as her pussy tenses and relaxes with an inviting luster. He parts her lips slightly and he pushes the tip of his penis into her. She lets out a gasp and pulls his chest toward her so she can embrace him whilst tickling his ear with her tongue. She rouses him to slip it in slightly more--before pulling it out to tease her. He rubs his juicy cock on her dripping pussy before pushing the tip in once again. He pips very shallow thrusts, slightly entering her before pulling out.

  She feels a warm comfort and quivers with the feel of his mighty cock. He aligns his head around the side of hers to attack her neck with slobbery kisses and nibbles, making her neck red and making her open her mouth with unexpected pleasure. She fans her legs further to encourage him to nudge her pussy further. Stretching her legs wide and open in the air, she is ready to receive vigorous manhood.

  He thrusts his exquisite cock into her vulnerable and exposed cunt, infusing him and her with erotic stimulation and a rich feeling of intimate sexual gratification. Her lips squeeze tight on the shaft of his penis and she lets out a yelp like a playful dust-covered animal. He stirs his cock inside her and drags it out before sending quakes through her body as he returns and plunges even deeper into her pussy. It invades her with an all-consuming thud. She swallows his stiff manhood and slaps him gently across the face has he pulls it out.

  Her blinkered blurry vision dulls as she is consumed with the aroma of his musk as her skin absorbs him. He radiates a downy flurry of passion and speeds up to ravage her. Like a wild animal he kisses, claws and bites her as he pounds, thuds and smashes her pussy. The sound of her sloshing cunt is so inviting it is almost meekly aromatic. Like a hand pounding on a cheap wooden table, his pelvis shudders hers. Leah’s pleasure heightens and her heels dig into the dry dirt. The tingling starts in her inner thigh and trickles its way to her vagina. The slow build of lingering sexual tension begins to build into a stormy tide. Her clit grinds the top of his cock as sinks his manhood into her over and over again. A sudden surge builds and grows, making her pussy suck in and squeeze his cock to the point it is almost difficult for him to pull it out. He slams her hard with his cock and braces himself as she explodes with sexual energy. Her orgasm starts deep in her vagina, but seems to send waves throughout her body. She cannot control her head, neck and eyes as the wave of pleasure hits her. The tightly coiled muscles in her legs squeeze Paul to the point where she almost breaks him.

  He slows down slightly as Leah shudders and convulses in delight. Catching her breath as she goes limp, he slowly resumes pushing the nub of his penis into her sensitive pussy. She lies back and allows him to continue. Her legs and arms relax as she casts a starfish pose on the floor, slowly breathing in through her nose and out of her mouth.

  A cold and moist feeling smears the back of Paul’s right buttock, leaving a damp mark, closely followed by warm breath and fur. Over toddles a Westie dog, investigating what all ruckus is about. Leah tries to hold in her giggle as the dog nuzzles her ear and excitedly tries to lick her cheek. A crunch of twigs can be heard from the entrance of their little love burrow as an old lady shouts, “Jessie, what are you doing in there?” The old lady slowly bends over to look under, only to be met with a vision of Paul’s hairy bottom staring back at her. The young lovers realize what is going on and quickly scramble around to redress themselves and move further into the bushes and out of sight. The old lady gasps and steps back, turning her head away and walking off angrily shouting her dog’s name.

  The couple quickly redress and tunnel their way out of the bushes at the other end and nip away hopefully out of sight of the old lady. Paul’s erection can still be seen through his shorts. Leah hops into a company car she had waiting for her. Before Paul can catch up, she has the driver skid away, leaving Paul on the side of the road with an erection that looks suspiciously like he is trying to thumb a lift.

  CHAPTER 5:Midnight in the mansion

  That night, Leah stumbles in through the doors of the mansion being escorted by two security guards. She was in a cocktail dress as she had quickly showered and dressed in her best to attend an “Environment First” ball. Paul had been searching for her and asking for her since her returned that day, but the staff in the mansion played a “knowing” ignorance of her whereabouts.

  Leah’s high heels clacked loudly at that time of night over the granite floors and into their dining room. A large plate of Salmon slices atop a cream-filled baked potato awaited her. It was dressed with butters and herbs, and would have sent an obese person into a pleasure-induced coma. She slides the cold wet salmon down her throat as the guard asks her, “Will you be needing us anymore tonight?”

  Leah is tipsy, which is becoming quite common these days and she quips, “No thanks big boy, I’ve had my jollies today.”

  The guards excuse themselves and leave. Within a few minutes, almost as if he had been waiting for the guards to leave, Paul half-jogs into the room. His first instinct is to demand answers to where Leah has been, but he recalls the warning that Clarissa’s staff gave him.

  “Hey,” he says with an urgency that suggests he wanted to say more.

  “Hiya big tits,” Leah replies.

  “Um, I wanted to talk to you.” He has yet more mixed emotions. He wants to hate her for abandoning him and wants to pull out her hair in retribution, but the sight of her sweet fact melts his anger away. He slowly realizes that he wasn’t so upset about being abandoned in the park. He was more upset because since returning home…he had missed her.

  Leah continues to chow down on her posh meal as if it were a Big Mac and fries in a grotty gas-station side-building. “What?” she says with her mouth half full of cream and potato.

  He slowly approaches, but stops in his tracks. “Leah…I love you.” He pauses as if waiting for a silent moment, but Leah immediately pipes up with a gurgled squawk, half-shouting and laughing as she exclaims, “What?!?!?!?” She laughs and brushes off his statement whilst she continues to eat like a pelican choking down fish.

  He waits patiently for a more considered response before finally saying, “I mean it…I am in love with you.”

  With her mouth half-full of food she replies, “Hehehe, what are you going on about? Go and take a bath or something.”

  Slowly the frustration builds in Paul as Leah nonchalantly gives him the brush off. He lunges forwards, half-running for her in rage whilst she barely notices. Quickly he dashed forwards with his hands open as if ready to strangle the life out of her. Suddenly as he lunges for her, his feet raise off the ground. His tubby frame is hurled across the table and his shoulders hit the chairs on the other side of the table as his body follows and thuds on the floor. In his place is a security guard with arm outstretched from the throw. Another guard nips around the table, lifts Paul with one hand and slams him against the wall.

  “Would you like me to remove him?” says the guard that threw Paul across the table. Leah giggles confidently and says, “No. Put him in a seat and make sure he behaves himself.” The guards do just that and stand beside his withered body as he slumps on the chair and weeps. Leah slams down her fork with a belated impatience, “This again!”

  She continues, “You won’t get it in your thick head will you. Do you think I could ever be with a childish worm like you? Do you think I want to be with a BOY that
throws his teddy out every time he can’t get his own way?”

  He blubbers and mumbles a response but Leah doesn’t listen. She instructs the guards to drop him in a motel for the night until he has cooled off in the morning. They dutifully comply and leave her to her meal.

  CHAPTER 6:One Week Later

  Much has happened since Leah’s incident with Paul. In typical fashion, he has made himself scarce, but Leah hasn’t bothered to enquire as to his whereabouts. Stella quit a few days after the incident. Apparently, she has found the man of her dreams and he has moved in with her. It will probably end in tears and she will be back begging for her job once he has spent all of her money.

  Leah hadn’t heard from Clarissa until that morning when Leah’s presence was requested at the golf club at 6pm. Leah imagines she wants to talk about her date with the soon to be multi-millionaire Japanese man Leah slept with a while ago.

  Leah takes Steve’s black Lamborghini to the golf club with the sounds of the “Bloodsugar” song by Pendulum blasting out and kicking the car’s frame with the song’s base beat. The golfing security staff do not bother to check her membership as she skids into the car park, nor is she molested by security staff as she enters. The only person to approach her is a well-spoken English woman that sounds as if her mouth is full of syrup. She leads Leah to a window seat where a pitcher of coca cola is waiting. Beads of condensation dribble down the side of the pitcher. Two glasses are nestled besides it, one with a large curly straw leant up inside the glass.