Club Desire: The Complete Series Box Set

by Amy Brent

  “A raging bitch that didn’t deserve the daughter she popped out.”

  “I’m so sorry, Mr. Jeffries.”

  “Thomas,” I said.

  “What?”

  “If we’re gonna get this personal, just call me ‘Thomas’, Miss Meyers.”

  “Then it’s ‘Bridget’ to you,” she said with a grin.

  “All right, you’re all set,” the makeup artist said.

  “Thank god,” Bridget said. “My ass is numb.”

  “Stand up and jiggle it a bit, that always helps me,” I said.

  “You’d like that little show, wouldn’t you?” she asked.

  “Hey, I was just helping out,” I said, while I raised my hands in mock surrender.

  I followed her out to the photoshoot, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. They had her changing into different outfits in a corner before she walked onto this cloth that was draped around bars, and she looked absolutely stunning. Fans blew her hair back, and those plump lips were pushed out for a massive pout. Her tits were shoved to her chin, and her ass jutted out, beckoning for the dick that was throbbing in my pants.

  She was a gorgeous woman, and she had me entranced with the poses she took. Some of them were of her laughing, and some of them were of her crawling on the ground. Some were simply smiles, and some had mysterious undertones, but the one I enjoyed the most was when she looked over at me. Her eyes lit up, and a playful grin creeped across her face. The photographer seemed excited to catch her in such a vulnerable moment before she peeled her gaze from mine and started showing off for the camera again.

  It was the first time in my entire career I’d ever been focused on the person instead of their surroundings. I finally started clocking entrances and exits and studying the people in the room, but every single time my eyes came back to her, she was looking over at me.

  Making sure I didn’t go anywhere.

  Whatever the hell this beautiful woman had gotten herself into, it was rattling her to her core.

  And I was determined to figure out what it was.

  Chapter 5

  I looked at the clock when the photoshoot was finally over and realized it was well past four. Thomas had kept his eyes on me the entire time, and my skin tingled with every gaze he fluttered in my direction. There was one moment where he walked up beside the photographer and was watching all the pictures he was taking, and the light casted just the right angle, straight onto his cock, and I couldn’t stop staring. It looked like he had this huge dick sitting behind those pants, and my lips strained with desire from wanting to wrap themselves around it.

  I was thankful that no more outfit changes were needed because I had definitely spilled into the panties I was wearing. I walked off set and was given a few of the articles of clothing. I thanked the designer for letting me keep them. That was one of the perks that came with photoshoots that I absolutely loved, but the best part was when some of the artists were willing to hand over their hair and makeup products as well.

  I didn’t have any this time, but the clothes were phenomenal, and I felt satisfied for the day.

  But then, it hit me. What time did Lacey get out of school?

  “Thomas!” I called out.

  “Ready to go?” he asked.

  “When are you supposed to get Lacey from school?”

  “Not a problem. My parents picked her up at three-thirty. They knew I’d be gone until eight.”

  “No, no,” I said. “You go home. I’ll still pay you until eight. It’s your daughter’s first day at school, and she’s probably wanting to tell you all about it.”

  “Are you sure? Because my parents are with her until eight.”

  “I’m sure,” I said while we started for the car. “And I’ll still pay you until eight. Go be with your daughter.”

  “That’s very kind of you, thank you.”

  We pulled up in front of my house, and Thomas was kind enough to see me in before he headed out. I stood inside the doorway, watching that tight ass of his all the way to his car. He looked back and waved before he finally left. It felt nice to do something good for him, especially with all he was doing for me, keeping me safe and whatnot. But my pussy was still throbbing from getting an eyeful of that cock he had in his pants, and I was thankful for the alone time.

  I waved my driver off before turning toward my stairs, and I took them two by two to get up to my room. I wanted to shower and get all this powder and shit off my body, but what I was really gunning for was that removable showerhead.

  I started the shower and got it running as hot as I could stand it before I ripped all my clothes off. I walked out and tossed them on my bed before I sank to my knees, and I pulled a small tote out from underneath my bed and unlatched the hinges. I kept all my fun toys in this little leather case, dildos, butt plugs, and blindfolds. I had to really keep a lid on my sex life, which meant I had to be very picky on who I slept with, and that meant I was usually giving myself most of my orgasms.

  I couldn’t risk someone leaking shit to the media and having my freak ways plastered all over the screen, so I indulged in the finest toys the country had to offer in order to get my rocks off.

  I pulled out a glittery purple dildo that had veins running over it like a real dick. It was thick and juicy, just like the cock I knew Thomas had in those slacks of his. I took it to the shower and stepped in with it. The water flowed over my painfully puckered nipples while I lathered my body in suds, and as the foundation-tinted water swirled down the drain, Thomas’s lips came to mind.

  I thought about him placing sloppy wet kisses all along the crook of my neck while I ripped that suit coat of his off. I bet he liked to nip and leave marks on the women he slept with, and I shivered at the thought of him sucking my nipples until they turned red with anger. I tweaked my nipples and pulled at them while the hot water peppered my skin in its red trails. My thighs squeezed together when the wetness of the water mingled with the wetness of my pussy.

  I thought about those thick, meaty arms picking me up like a ragdoll and shoving me into the wall. I bet that thick cock would gravitate toward my tight pussy like a horse to water, and suddenly, I saw him diving between my legs.

  “Shit,” I said breathlessly.

  I reached up and plucked the showerhead from its holster and changed it until just a thin stream of water was shooting from its center. I laid myself down onto my massive shower floor, grabbed the glittering purple dildo, and slipped it easily into my center. I closed my eyes and slid it in, inch by inch, groaning at the idea of Thomas sliding his raging cock deep into my body. I felt my pussy clench around it, and I envisioned how his face would scrunch up in pleasure. I bet that shiny forehead of his would wrinkle while he furrowed his brow and grunted with every centimeter that dove into my hot depths.

  “Shit, Thomas,” I said. “You’re so big for me.”

  I spread my legs wide and let the stream of water slowly glaze over my folds. I imagined his piercing blue eyes begging me to look at him while he took me everywhere he wanted. I saw us against the wall and on the bed, in my agent’s office and in the back of my car. I saw him leaning me over the kitchen table and pulling his dick between his zipper because he couldn’t resist how mussed I looked in the morning, and I shook when my swollen clit finally emerged from underneath its hood and sought out the thick stream of water.

  “Oh, fuck. Thomas.”

  My body undulated into the water while my free hand gravitated toward my ass. I saw him teasing that massive cock against my asshole, threatening to tear it apart while I begged for mercy. I popped my finger through the tight constraints of my little hole, just as the water found the tip of my clit, and all at once, my body began to quiver. I shook at the idea of Thomas filling both of my holes with his dick and my toys, his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming out in the broom closet of my newest movie set.

  This man was fucking me up, and when my orgasm finally barreled across my body, I shot that dildo out from between
my legs and felt my juices flowing out onto the shower floor.

  “Thomas! Shit! Yes. Just like that. Oh, fuck that asshole. Come on. Give it to me good.”

  My body collapsed into a puddle while the showerhead fell from between my fingers. I laid there, staring up at the clouds of steam with my jaw unhinged. I’d never had a world-shattering orgasm like that while I masturbated before, and I blamed it on the eye candy I now had to stand around every single day until my life could get back on track.

  Maybe then, I could experience what kind of orgasm his own cock could give me.

  But right now, all I had to go on was my memories, my fantasies, and that bulge behind his pants.

  Chapter 6

  Thomas

  I was sitting in Bridget’s kitchen, waiting for her to get up. She’d finally given me a key to her house, and we’d worked out a schedule where I could still drop off and pick up Lacey from school, and it showed me a lot about her personality. It meant she gave a shit about the life I had outside of my job, and not many high-profile clients cared about that kind of thing. Even my parents were impressed, which was a feat, in and of itself. They were protective of me and my daughter, ever since her mother pulled all the bullshit she did, and my mother was worried when she figured out who I was guarding.

  I sat there sipping a cup of coffee as I heard a crash on the floor. I hopped up and pulled my gun from my holster and started running up the stairs. I cleared the corners, making my way to her room. All sorts of thoughts started running through my mind: someone had followed me in, or someone had come through her window. She’d brought someone home from somewhere, and they were trying to take advantage of her, or maybe she had been poisoned.

  I didn’t know what the hell this young woman had gotten herself into, but sometimes, her nerves would get the best of her, and it would make me nervous by proxy.

  I slowly crept toward her bedroom door with my gun trained in front of me. I paused to see if I could hear more sounds coming from the room before I reached out for the doorknob. I twisted it and threw the door open, scanning the room for the intruder or the broken glass from her window, but all I found was Bridget, slowly pulling herself from the floor.

  “Good god, do you knock?” she asked.

  “Bridget.” I rushed to her side and helped her to her feet, and then I had to help her untangle herself from her comforter.

  “Rough night?” I asked.

  “Bad dreams. The hell you doing, barging into my room like that?”

  She was fully uncensored, and I heard a bit of an accent charge through. It was amusing how unfiltered she was right now, but I was also relieved that she was all right.

  “I heard you hit the floor, and I came running,” I said. “Wasn’t sure what was going on.”

  “Well, lucky me for my knight in shining armor.”

  “Not the happiest without coffee, I see.”

  “I can smell it,” she said. “Did you make some? Can I have some?”

  “Of course, it’s your house,” I said with a grin. “Come on. Let’s get you downstairs, and I’ll make you a cup.”

  The two of us made our way down the hallway and to the stairs, and it gave me a chance to study her. She had on no makeup, no airbrushing techniques, and no fancy clothes. Her pajamas were merely baggy plaid pants and a large shirt, and somehow, she still seemed sexy as hell. Her hair was mussed and tangled, and her face had a red tint of frustration to it, and as I helped her down the stairs, I could feel the exhaustion still aching in her bones.

  “Really rough night?” I asked.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said.

  I knew there was something she was holding back. Between her nervous ticks that set my nerves aflame and this nightmare that seemed to rob her of her sleep, something was haunting her memories, and she was obviously scared. As she slowly began to wake up, I watched her eyes dart around the room a bit more, and I mindlessly slipped my arm around her waist to help her into the kitchen.

  “Whatever’s going on, don’t be so scared,” I said. “I’m here, and you’re fine.”

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  I'll work for my dad's best friend but only if he teaches me everything.

  He showed up with a $10,000 check to my party.

  "For you, gorgeous," he says, kissing me on the cheek.

  I'll never forget how his soft lips felt.

  I can still smell that s*xy cologne.

  He's my dad's hot best friend.

  And when he hires me as his assistant, I decide he has to be my first.

  *

  I know the rules: Never fall for your employees.

  And especially never think about f*cking Violet.

  She's my best friend's daughter.

  He trusted me to protect her from other men.

  And I am jacking off in the shower thinking of her.

  I'm the one staring at her taut curves.

  I'm enjoying her company more than I should.

  Well, I can sense trouble coming.

  But first, I want to make her come.

  Chapter 1

  Cole

  It always felt good to head out to the Hamptons. The stretch of the highway leaving the hustle and bustle of Manhattan felt like freedom—a much-needed break from the shit-show of a week at Crayton, Inc.

  I rolled the windows down to enjoy the calm, and the late summer breeze rippled my hair as the road twisted around to the affluent Summers family’s home. The mansion sat on a sprawl of ten acres with a long and guarded driveway and a heated pool along the backside of the house. Rose bushes, Gloria’s favorite white roses, poked out of the iron gate that surrounded the entire property along with large willow and oak trees. It was beautiful, and as I expected, there was a great number of cars parked around the Summers’ property.

  I drove up to the gated fence. It was tempting to pull away, back up, and go to my Bayfront mansion a few miles south. My idea of spending Labor Day weekend was sitting alone in my house with a bottle of whiskey, but after turning down every event Gloria and Alan invited me to because of some work conflict or other, I had to deal with it this time. Alan Summers was the only true friend I had left in the world after the past fifteen years of my life. I could deal with all the fake smiles that would greet me.

  I pushed the button on the intercom box.

  “Summers residence,” a male voice spoke briskly. “Only guests on the list are invited in. No photographers or reporters.”

  “It’s Cole Crayton,” I said.

  “Please drive in, sir. Mind the gate as it closes.”

  The gate buzzed open a second later. I pulled up the paved driveway as the gate swung closed behind me. I stopped alongside Alan’s gold Escalade that was parked in front of the detached garage. The mansion’s door opened as I climbed out of the car. I was glad to be off the hot leather seat after driving for a few hours. I turned to greet Alan with a smile as he walked up.

  “I’m glad you could make it,” Alan said. “The drive up here a bitch with all the traffic?”

  “It wasn’t bad. Cheryl had me out of the office at a decent time to beat most of it.”

  Alan clasped my shoulder tightly. “I’m glad that you’re here. I can’t stand these dickwads that come along with Gloria’s friends.”

  I grinned at that. “Hence, why you were in the house when I rolled up?”

  “Exactly.” He returned the grin. “There’s a bottle of whiskey with your name on it too, in my study.”

  The foyer was polished and clean when I followed Alan inside. The smell of barbecued chicken floated through the air as I trailed Alan up the spiraling staircase to the second floor where his office was. Years ago, Alan had sold his investment firm to another eager CEO. Now, he managed high-end
clients from his home in the Hamptons. Most people would be jealous. A home in the Hamptons? Great. A stay-at-home job that pays for the home in the Hamptons? People would kill for that opportunity.

  It sounded like a fucking nightmare to me, though. I liked my office in Manhattan. It was separated from my home life, even though I didn’t have much of one anymore. That was one of the main reasons why I declined Alan’s invitations throughout the year. I didn’t want to feel that fucked up sense of loneliness.

  A bottle of whiskey sat on the edge of Alan’s desk. I picked it up with a grin and gladly accepted a glass when he offered one. Pouring us both a hefty amount, I clinked my glass against his with a sigh. “To my one and only good friend in the world.”

  “Cheers to that,” Alan said, eyes studying me as he took a sip. “How’s business going?”

  I let my eyes close in pleasure at the taste. “Fine. I have my VP in charge while I’m away in case there are any emergencies.”

  “You need a break. I can see even more gray hair than the last time.” He chuckled.

  “Funny,” I said. “I see gray in your hair, too, old man.”

  Alan shrugged. “Let’s face it. Women don’t look at us the same way anymore. Fuck. Even Gloria played the diet card on me this morning.”