The Billionaire Bad Boy Club: A Bad Boy BDSM Holiday Romance

by Michelle Love

  “I’m holding you steady, Mercy. Geeze, don’t go jumping to conclusions.”

  “Right,” she says with a little laugh. “There, you’re all safe now.”

  I hold her by her hips and look up at her. “How about a little kiss before I have to let you go?”

  She leans down and I ready myself for some much sought after lip action and hope a bit of tongue comes into play. Then her lips touch the tip of my nose and she stands back up. “There you go, player.”

  Man!

  I let her go and find I’m going to have to put in more time if I want to get to the goods with her. She has some restraint, that’s all I have to say.

  Taking her seat, she lathers the lotion all over every spot of her skin that’s not covered by clothing. “Get ready to go fast, Mercy,” I say just before I throw the throttle back and let her rip.

  “What?” she screams as the engine reeves and the nose of the boat comes up high as we go fast.

  I glance over and see her gripping the seat and her lips are pressed together in a hard line as she looks ahead. She seems on the edge of being terrified. So that’s good.

  It’s not a good ride if you’re not a little afraid it’s going to all go south in an instant!

  I decide a little more intensity is in order and shout, “Hold on tight!”

  Her head jerks to look at me. “Tighter than I already am?” she screams as her head shakes back and forth, trying to let me know not to do whatever it is she thinks I’m about to do.

  I nod and pull the wheel hard to the right, taking us in a hard circle and watching her knuckles go white as she holds tighter to the seat. It makes me smile like a lunatic as her mouth comes open and she shrieks the entire time.

  Easing the speed a bit, I give her the idea I’ll be slowing down now. Then I rev it up and take off in the opposite direction. She sits back, still holding onto the seat as I fly over the water.

  Waves from another boat make our boat bounce along on top of them and she looks at me then back in front of her. I think another bounce over the waves is in order. I make another hard turn and go back over the waves, catching air three times.

  Her scream is worth it and I laugh as I watch her coming unglued. Man, this shit is fun!

  Slowing the boat, I reach over and touch her arm. Her body is shaking and she has goosebumps. I did good!

  “Okay, Mercy, your turn to drive,” I say as I pull her from her chair and onto my lap.

  “No, I don’t want to drive like that,” she says with chattering teeth. “You scared me half to death, Jude.”

  Pushing her ponytail to one side, I kiss the back of her neck. “Aw, I’m sorry.”

  I’m not really sorry. I got what I wanted. Her on my lap, shaking like a leaf and needing me to calm her down.

  Moving my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, I take her hands in mine and put them on the steering wheel. I rest my chin on her shoulder then turn and kiss her neck as I say, “Just drive it like you would a car. We can go slower now.”

  “K,” comes her slightly less shaky voice.

  I have her right where I want her. In my lap. Life is good on a Saturday morning on the lake!

  Chapter 7

  MERCY

  This man is something else!

  After nearly killing us both, he’s cooing into my ear as I’m sitting on his lap driving the boat very slowly as he kisses my neck from time to time with his arms wrapped around me.

  I didn’t notice all that at first since I was more scared than I think I’ve ever been before. But it feels amazing and I know in my head that I should get the hell off of his lap and stop this from happening but my damn body refuses to move.

  Instead, it’s aiding the man with his agenda as I moan a little with every kiss he makes to my neck. It’s like it just happens on its own without me even trying!

  His hand moves over my arm then he clicks the key, shutting the engine off. His words are hot on my neck as he mumbles, “I can’t take anymore.”

  He’s up and I’m in his arms then he’s walking to the back and lying me on the long bench and laying right beside me, wrapping his body around mine and then he presses his lips to mine.

  I know I should struggle to stop him but my arms wrap around him instead as I pull him closer to me. As close as he can get, that’s how I want to feel him. His breath is warm and he tastes like syrup and orange juice, sweet and citrusy and amazing.

  I hear the sound of a little motor humming then feel the heat of the sun go away as the canopy moves out to cover us. It’s like my little fantasy only way better.

  His tongue twirls expertly with mine and his hands are absolutely everywhere. My tits, my ass, my waist, my hair. He pulls the rubber band off my ponytail and runs one hand through my hair.

  I do the same thing with my hands, feeling the softness of his dark hair. I cannot believe I’m doing this. This was not on my agenda today. Not at all. I was going to make sure this didn’t happen. What am I doing?

  My body hasn’t felt a man’s touch in over two years and it’s begging for more. I find myself arching up as he moves over me. His hard cock grinds into me and I go even hotter.

  He groans as he dry humps me and I moan with how good it feels. I know this is wrong. I know this is all he wants then it will all be over. He’ll move on to his next conquest and I’ll feel more alone than I ever did before.

  His fingers move over the front of my shirt, leaving the buttons undone in their fast moving path. Seems he can do many things fast!

  Not me, though. I want him to slow way down with me and then I find the woman inside of me who knows what she’s alive for. And it’s not to be this man’s toy.

  Pulling my tongue back to my own mouth, I press my lips together and he pulls his head up to see why I’ve done that. “Mercy, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  Pushing against his wide chest that is so well muscled it should be illegal, I whisper, “I have to.”

  “No, you don’t. I’m not trying to have sex with you. Only make out with you. Get to know you and your body and how it reacts to my touch and how mine reacts to yours. Nothing more than that, I swear.” His mouth comes back down on mine and I let him kiss me again.

  He said it would be nothing more than kissing and touching. I can handle that. I think.

  He continues with the last button on my shirt then I feel his hand pushing my bra up and his palm covers my breast with a nice firm squeeze. My arms tighten around him as I moan with how great it feels.

  Soft, gentle squeezes he makes then his thumb runs over the nipple which is more erect than it’s ever been in my entire life and it’s throbbing under his thumb. My stomach is quivering as he starts to grind into me again.

  I know I’m going to climax. It’s just a matter of time and that’s going to be so embarrassing. I haven’t had sex in so damn long anything will set me off. So I stop the kiss and bring my hands around in front of me and push at his chest again. “I really can’t be doing this. I feel like I’m leading you on. This can’t go anywhere.”

  “And why is that?” he asks then ignores my gentle push for him to get off me and starts kissing my neck.

  Oh my, God, that’s even worse!

  My body begins to sweat as his lips and tongue run over my neck, as he leaves tiny nips along the trail he’s blazing. “Jude, it just can’t. You’re making things hard for us both.”

  “I’m trying, darlin’ you should just be quiet and go with this,” he mumbles as he continues to make me insane with his tortuous neck kisses.

  His thumb moves in a rough motion around and around my nipple that’s aching it wants his mouth on it so badly. On its own, my hand runs to the one he has on my breast and presses it harder. He groans and his cock jerks against me then he makes the move.

  Our eyes meet as he changes from kissing my neck to sucking my breast. His are intense and dark brown with lust. I think mine are most likely filled with fear and there’s got to be some lust in mine too.
Only I’m fighting my desire and he’s completely giving into his.

  I arch up as his hot mouth takes my breast and I make a throaty cry as his teeth nip my swollen nipple. “God damn, that feels so fucking good, Jude.”

  Did I just say that out loud?

  His tongue goes crazy on me. My body starts shaking and I know this man is not going to let up on me. One of his hands moves between us then he starts rubbing in between my legs crazy hard and fast and I can’t take it anymore and climax.

  His quick fingers unbutton my shorts and in goes his fast hand. Pushing his fingers through my hot and now very wet folds, he pushes one of those fingers into me and starts wiggling it in some motion that has the orgasm continuing.

  I want to tell him to stop as I’m breathing like a race horse and raking my hands across his back like a person trying to dig themselves out of a grave. But all I can do is accept this gift he’s giving me. A perfect and extremely welcome gift.

  As he eases his stimulations, my body grows quiet as does my mouth. His mouth leaves my breast and his head raises to look at me. “There, now that you’re relaxed we can enjoy the rest of our date. I plan on keeping you all day long and into the night. Now, what do you say to that, Mercy?”

  Only one word comes to mind. “Yes.”

  Chapter 8

  JUDE

  With Mercy fully relaxed, we have managed to have a remarkable day. She made me take her back to the dock so she could use the bathroom to freshen up but other than that, she hasn’t said one word about going back home.

  The sun is setting over the water as we eat a couple of hot dogs I bought from a vendor at the marina and we sip on some beers I bought from the marina store as we end the first part of our date.

  After taking the last bite, she puts her head on my shoulder and sighs. “This used to be the most favorite part of my days when I was a kid. There was a clear river near where we lived and almost daily, I’d make the short hike through the woods to it and sit by it as the sun left the sky.”

  “I too love a good sunset,” I say then put the last bit of hotdog into my mouth and wrap my arm around her.

  We sit in silence while the sun disappears. It’s the most comfortable silence I’ve ever been a part of. “Come on,” I say as I get up off the dock and pull her up with me. “I need to get you home so you can shower and change then I’m taking you out dancing.”

  “No, really, I can’t do that. I really cannot do that, Jude,” she says as her eyes go crazy wide.

  “You don’t dance or what?” I ask as I wrap my arm around her shoulders and continue taking her to my car. “We don’t have to dance. We can drink a little and gaze into each other’s eyes a little. When a slow song comes on, I can hold you and rock with you with a little swaying motion. Nothing hard.”

  “I can dance,” she says as she rolls her eyes. “I just can’t go out like that. If I go home I need to stay there. I couldn’t possibly go back out after being gone all day like I have.”

  Opening the car door for her, I pull her to the side and press my body against hers as I kiss her neck with soft kisses. “Why is that?”

  “Because it’s like that. And I really should be getting home. I’d like to be all settled in very soon. The time has gotten away from me.”

  My kisses are doing nothing to settle her down so I stop making an attempt to get her to change her mind that way and try a different tactic. I help her into the car then get in myself.

  With a smile, I take her hand and kiss it then say, “I get it, Mercy. You aren’t a social butterfly. Going out to clubs isn’t your thing.”

  She sighs a deep and long sigh then says, “Thank you for understanding, Jude. That’s just not my scene.”

  “It’s cool, Baby. I can go to the liquor store and pick us up some wine and maybe a little popcorn and we can watch a movie at your place. We don’t have to go out. Or would you like to come out to my place? We have a home theater and a bowling alley.” I pull out of the parking lot and find her chewing nervously on her lower lip.

  “How can I put this without making you think that I didn’t enjoy our time together because I did. I really did. Way more than I thought I would. I do like you. And we can talk on the phone if you want. But I have to get home. I can call you around nine and we can talk all night, if you want to,” she says then smiles at me with a devastating smile that is sure to haunt my dreams tonight.

  If I manage to sleep at all as I think about what the hell this chick is hiding. A thought pops into my head so I ask, “Do you have asthma or some other condition and have to wear a funny looking breathing treatment mask? Is that why you don’t want me to come over? Are you afraid I won’t like you anymore if I see you have a special contraption you need because of a medical condition? Because I will not stop liking you over a thing like that. I swear to you it won’t affect me at all.”

  “I don’t have a weird mask I have to wear, no,” she says with a laugh. “Just take me to my car. We can have a good night kiss and then we can go our separate ways. Maybe next weekend or the weekend after that we can see each other again. If you want.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I ask as I make a sideways glance at her. “I want to see you tomorrow. I want to take you out to my place so we can ride horses. I want to introduce you to my parents. They always have Sunday bar-b-ques and it’s very laid back. You’ll love it. And I know they’re going to love you.”

  “That is so nice of you, Jude,” she says with this really high voice. “But I can’t do that. Maybe we could schedule that for next Sunday. I can only do something one day out of the weekend. The other I’ll need to stay home.”

  “Were you raised super strict or what, Mercy?” I ask with my own high voice. “I mean, who can only go out one day out of the weekend? And what about after work? I want to pick you up and take you out to dinner and maybe a movie or something. I want to see you every day. I want us to hang out together a lot. Not once a damn week. That shit’s for the birds!”

  “Aw,” she says then runs her hand over my cheek. “How sweet you are, Jude!”

  “Cool, so you get it now. I like you. I want to spend time with you. Lots and lots of time with you. I’m glad you finally understand me. It feels much better to be on the same page.”

  “No, it changes nothing. I have a tight schedule. So, if you want, you can schedule me and you for next Sunday. Whatever you want to do will be fine with me. I do like you too. I would love nothing more than to spend a lot more time with you and get to know you better. Unfortunately, at this time, that’s impossible.”

  I pull up in the parking lot of a Piggly Wiggly grocery store and stop the car then turn to face her as much as I can in a car. “Why?”

  She gets this deer in the headlights look and her mouth drops open. All I have to say is she better have a fucking great-ass excuse or I don’t know what I’m going to do!

  To be continued…

  Billionaire’s Quarry

  A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Romance

  Book 3

  Fire

  By

  Michelle Love

  Description

  Jealousy. Romance. Passion.

  Mercy can’t believe Jude is actually arguing with her about the amount of time she has to spend with him. She finds herself confused by the man’s actions.

  Jude finds himself intrigued by Mercy and wants to really get to know her. Her reasons for not having time for him aren’t making any sense to him. He knows she’s hiding something.

  Jude’s parents’ anniversary party slipped his mind. Making a call to Mercy, he hopes she’ll go against what she told him earlier and accompany him to the party.

  When he tells her, he’ll have to take Ariel if she can’t go with him, Mercy agrees to meet him at the party but tells him she won’t be staying the night with him.

  Ariel manages to show up to the party anyway and she blows things up for Mercy and Jude. But Jude finds making up with Mercy after their first real ar
gument is pretty hot.

  Can Mercy find a place for Jude in her busy life? Can Jude accept the limitations that come along with the woman he’s finding more and more to his liking? Can he light a fire under the woman to get her to move faster than she’s planning on?

  Chapter 1

  MERCY

  Staring back at Jude as he glares at me, I have no idea of what to say to the man. His want to see me again, and often, is unexpected. I never in a million years saw this coming.

  I thought he’d be glad I didn’t want to take up all of his time. So I make an offer instead of giving him the real answer as to why I can’t see him more than once a week, “Jude, how about this? How about we do lunch a few days out of the week?”

  “Tell me why Mercy,” he says with an icy glare.