Billionaire Games

by Michelle Love

  Had a really great night! Thanks so much. And I get it of you don’t call. I won’t be mad at you. We both got what we wanted. It was fun. Bye.

  * * *

  Putting the pen down, I turn and leave the room. The hallway is quiet as everyone is asleep on this very early morning. Pulling my phone out of my little purse, I see it’s five in the morning.

  After calling the cab company to pick me up, I get on the elevator and go down to the lobby. As I get off the elevator the non-judging eyes of the staff hit me. Then the shame creeps in and I feel like crap.

  Why did I do this?

  The one saving grace is that I see a yellow cab right out front and I duck out the doors without making any eye contact with anyone. Getting into the cab, I tell him where to take me and look up at the grand hotel and hope Jude isn’t hurt by my leaving him like that.

  That’s the last thing I want is for him to be hurt by me. He is so much more than I thought he was in the beginning. But the man is spoiled-ass rotten. He can’t take no for an answer about anything. I don’t really know how I could handle him if he and I were to become a real thing.

  I watch the sky turning pink at the dark edges of the horizon and have to smile. It was about three years ago the last time I came in at dawn. The night was nowhere nearly as memorable as this one was, but I was young and free and that’s what this sunrise is reminding me of. The easy days before I had responsibilities.

  The cab stops in front of my house and I pay the man then get out. The sidewalk is cold under my bare feet as I hold my heels and walk inside. The wood floor is also cold under my feet as I pad across it to the sofa and crash on it.

  I’m exhausted. Completely, and utterly exhausted. Grabbing the little throw on the back of the sofa, I pull it over me and close my eyes.

  I’m home. Safe and sound. In mere hours the kids will be up and my day will begin.

  Who am I!

  Jude

  The sun’s light comes through the window, hitting me right in the eyes. With all of last night’s activities, I forgot to close the black-out curtains over the sheer ones.

  I groan and stretch as I find my cock aching in the best kind of way. From being smashed into her tight recesses so much last night. And now for a little morning love action.

  I roll over and have to stop myself. I thought I’d be rolling into her but I’m not. There’s a damn pillow where Mercy is supposed to be.

  Maybe she’s in the bathroom!

  I sit up and rub my eyes and find that door wide open and the light off. Then I look over the edge of the bed and find her things gone. Some writing on the notepad next to the bed draws my attention.

  Picking up the pad, I read some bullshit she’s written on it about understanding if I don’t call her. She’s out of her mind!

  I’d like to say I can’t believe she would do this. But I did have a feeling she might try to do something like this. I did, however, think I would hear her if she got up.

  She’s one sneaky chick!

  Checking the time on my phone, I see it’s ten in the morning. So I tap the screen to call her and am not at all surprised to find it going to voicemail. So I send her a text, telling her to call me as soon as possible.

  Waiting for a few minutes, I find myself getting pissed and go to cool off in the shower. If that woman told me what I wanted to hear and meant none of it, I am going to ring her neck!

  The water is cold as it hits my body when I step into the shower and I wish it was colder so it could soothe this fury that’s coursing through my body.

  I showed her an excellent time. I treated her like a fucking princess. I made her climax more times than she probably has in her entire lifetime. Why would she even put that shit in that note?

  Does she really think that after all we did last night that I merely wanted to have sex with her? How could she?

  I was gentle with her some of the time. I held her afterward and whispered sweet things into her ear until she fell asleep. I did everything I could to make sure she knew she was special. Not some piece of ass.

  And for what?

  For her to leave me with a little God damned note that says she won’t be mad at me if I blow her off?

  Well, now I am the one who’s mad! Mad as hell!

  If she thinks for one second she can blow me off, she has another think coming. I get what I want. If I set my mind on it, then it is mine.

  She’s about to get a real taste of what it feels like to be in my sights. I never miss what I aim for and I am now completely aiming for her. All of her. Not a piece of her.

  I want all of her and I’ll chase her stubborn ass down if I have to!

  MERCY

  After getting out of the shower, I see Jude has woken up and has called and texted. I get the uneasy feeling he’s not happy about my leaving. So I give him a call and cross my fingers he won’t try to guilt me into seeing him today. Because I just cannot do it.

  I have to spend the day with the kids!

  “Hey, why did you leave?” he answers my call.

  “Good morning to you too, Jude,” I say with a laugh.

  “Mercy, answer me,” comes his stern reply.

  “I had to get home and I knew you’d try to keep me with you. That’s why I left,” I tell him as I walk out of the bathroom in my robe to go put some clothes on in my bedroom.

  My body is sore as hell but in the best possible way. I’m walking funny and it makes me smile as I walk down the hallway.

  “I wanted to take you to breakfast and then I was going to take you home,” he says with a little huff at the end.

  “I’m sorry I messed up your plans. But, I wasn’t about to go to breakfast wearing that dress from last night. I looked like something the cat had dragged in and I needed my own shower and the shampoo and conditioner that works best on my hair. Plus, I have things to do at home today. So I’m afraid I can’t play with you today, Jude.”

  “What was that fucking note about?” he says in a growly voice.

  My, he does get grouchy when he doesn’t get his way!

  “Well, I wanted you to know there would be no hard feelings if last night was all you wanted. That’s all I meant by that note. No big deal, really. You must’ve really missed me this morning,” I say with a laugh.

  “You have no idea,” he grumbles. “And while we’re talking about that. Do you want last night to be our only night?”

  “Of course not!” I say very quickly. Much more quickly than I even realized as I hear him making a long sigh of what I believe is relief.

  “Good. You had me worried. And just to be clear on everything, you did mean all the things you said last night, right?”

  Crap!

  I’m sure he’s talking about when I was all high on the sex. I had a feeling he was going to press this issue. So I say, “Well sure, most of it.”

  “What parts?” he asks with a very stern tone to his deep voice.

  “I’m not going to see anyone else. I never planned on even seeing you so I don’t know why you even thought you needed to bring that up,” I say as I put the phone on speaker so I can get dressed before Becky leaves and I have to start the day with the kids.

  “Okay then you meant that part and that’s good. That’s what I wanted to hear. So you do understand what it is that I want then.” He sighs again then says, “So give me your address and I’ll come by.”

  * * *

  “Huh?” I ask as I pull a T-shirt over my head. “I didn’t say anything about that.”

  “Don’t act like you didn’t understand me, Mercy Noland. I said things very clearly. I want us to be a thing. Not a ‘some of the time’ thing, an ‘all of the time’ thing. I know you understood me, girl!”

  “I do understand what it is you want. I want to be with you. I really do. And we can do things like we talked about. You remember; lunch every other day during the week, then one day on each weekend. You get to pick the days even.” I shimmy into my blue jean shorts and slip into a pair
of flip flops then go to put my damp hair into a ponytail so I can finally get this day full of chores and activities started.

  “Mercy, I want more than that,” he says in a sweet voice that I just know he has used for decades to get his way. “I want to hold you while we sleep. I want to do that every single night. Didn’t you like that too?”

  I pick up the phone and take it off speaker then set on the bed as I think about how good it felt to be held tight in his arms as I slept the little I did. It was like nothing I ever knew I even wanted.

  * * *

  “I did. Believe me, I did. But I have things that will keep that from happening. I do promise that I’ll spend the night with you on the one day of each weekend. That’s good, right?” I ask as I run my hand along my whisker burned cheek. Then my hand goes between my whisker burned thighs and I stifle a sigh.

  “One night a week? Really?” he asks with a groan.

  “Well, we might be able to manage a quickie or two a week when we have our lunches,” I say as some type of encouragement. “I get it if I’m too much of a pain in the ass. I do. I don’t want to do you this way. But if you will recall, I said I am a very busy person with tons to do. As a matter of fact, I really need to get off the phone and get to the two thousand things I have to do since I blew everything off yesterday.”

  “Tonight then,” he says. “Let me come over tonight. You should be done with all these extensive chores by then and I’ll come over and we can do some mundane thing like watch television while I rub your feet. Please, Mercy.”

  “Aw,” I say as I think about how he’s most likely never begged anyone to let him come over and do such boring things. “You are a doll. You really are. If there was any way I could do that, I would. But I can’t. Now on Monday, you can come get me for lunch. That’s good, right?”

  I hear something being kicked then it sounds like it’s bounced off a wall as he says through what I am pretty sure are gritted teeth, “That isn’t good enough. I want to see you today.”

  “Bratty much?” I ask as I’m beginning to get tired of this man wanting what the hell he wants and nothing else. “Listen here, Jude. I’m plenty used to dealing with demanding children.” I shut up and clamp my hand over my mouth as I can’t believe I’ve said that. So I fix it as quick as I can. “Some of the clients at the spa are real brats. So here’s the deal. I can deal with you the way I deal with them. Is that how you want it?”

  “Damn it, Mercy,” he says with the tiniest trace of a whine in his deep voice. “You make me crazy. But you’re right. I am being bratty. I’m sorry. I’m just not used to people telling me no to what I want. And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life and I have wanted a lot of things.”

  “Aw, Jude, that’s so sweet. If I’m going to be truthful, I have to tell you that I want you too. You really are sweet and I would rather be spending all the time I could with you. And I am doing exactly that. The time I’m giving you is really all of the extra time I have. I swear that to you.”

  “Mercy, why won’t you tell me why I can’t come over to your place?” he asks just as the kids bust through my door, screaming for me.

  I hit the mute button so he won’t hear them and wish like hell my life was less complicated.

  Jude

  After making my youngest brother, Ram, take the jet back to New York to be sure Ariel got the hell out of town, I spent a very frustrating day at home, wondering what the hell Mercy is hiding.

  She talked to me for about an hour last night before she fell asleep on the phone. I called her first thing this morning, and she rushed me to get off the phone and now I’m waiting in her office for her to come back in here so we can go to lunch.

  But I have a real surprise for her. I brought lunch and we’re going to eat it in here. Then I’m going to take her right there on the sofa in her large office. I go over to it to test the squeakiness factor and find there’s a little squeak but it’s not loud enough to matter.

  If it gets too loud then I can pick her up and hold her against the wall and finish her up. I think that would work. Of course, there is always this nicely tiled floor. I could toss down a fluffy white towel they have so many of here at the spa to cushion her knees as I take her from behind.

  Yep, there are many possibilities. Even her office chair has sexual position potential. I sit in it and spin around then stop as her office door opens and she steps inside with a smile on her gorgeous face.

  Wearing a nice white pantsuit, she looks every bit the professional she is. “Too bad about those slacks,” I say as she comes in, closing the door behind her.

  She looks down and runs her hands over them. “What’s too bad about them?”

  “They may get wrinkled,” I say as I get up and go to her, taking her in my arms and dropping my lips on hers.

  Her arms wrap around me as she kisses me back and I can tell she did miss me. Easing the kiss, I let my lips leave hers, even though they did not want to. “Miss me at all, baby?”

  A blush covers her cheeks as she looks at me. “More than I expected to.”

  I give her a quick kiss then say, “Good. I missed you more than I wanted to.”

  She tries to pull out of my arms but I hold her tight. “Where are you taking me for lunch?”

  “You’re here,” I say as I use my head to gesture to the Chinese food I have a few containers of sitting on a small table. Then I kiss her again.

  * * *

  Her mouth moves in a way that tells me she’s more than willing to stay in for lunch. But then she pulls back and looks at me as she shakes her head. “Everyone will wonder what we’re doing in here.”

  “Let them wonder,” I say with a laugh then pick her up and go to the sofa and sit down with her on my lap. “So I’ll let you make the decision. I make love to you before or after we eat?”

  “We can’t do that in here,” she says as she shakes her head again.

  I take her head in my hands to stop her. “Baby, you’ve got to stop shaking your head like that. I’m afraid you might get whiplash. Let me show you a better motion if you want to exercise those neck muscles of yours.” I move her head back and forth while I push my cheek out with my tongue, making her laugh.

  “You’re silly!” She wraps her arms around me and kisses my cheek. “But we really can’t do that in here.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong,” I tell her as I gesture to all the areas I’ve picked out. “The sofa is an excellent place to start. It has a little squeak so once we get too wild for that, I’m going to pick you up and either we can go to the floor, doggy style or the wall, fucking hot style. It’s your call today. Wednesday, I get to pick.”

  She laughs as if I’m joking. Then her face gets a little pale. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  * * *

  With a nod, I say, “As a heart attack. You only give me an hour and a half every other day, I want to fully utilize that time.” I start unbuttoning her nicely pressed, white, button-down and she smiles then pulls my T-shirt off over my head and runs her hands all over my chest as she makes a little purring sound.

  “I guess this is what you were talking about when you said you wanted to take me anytime you wanted?” she asks as I take her bra off.

  “It is.” I get up so we can get undressed more quickly and carefully put our clothes over one of the other chairs in the office. “I think for our next little date, we’ll go to this very upscale restaurant and I’ll take you in the ladies’ room.”

  Her cheeks go red as she shakes her head and giggles. “You’re crazy.”

  “You have no idea how crazy I can be,” I tell her as I scoop up her now naked body and take her to the wall. I’m going to get rowdy a lot faster than I had planned as she’s got me hot and ready to go with the mere sight of her tender flesh.

  Moving her a bit too fast, I knock air out of her as I press her back against the wall. “Oh!”

  “Sorry, I’m getting too amped up.” I press my aching cock in
to her and we both moan as quietly as we can. “Baby, how I missed you.”

  Her hand runs over my cheek. “I missed you too, but you forgot to put on a condom.”

  “Shit!” I pull back out and go grab one of the five I put into my jeans pocket then put it on.

  “How many of those things did you bring?” she asks as she picks up my jeans and pulls the remaining four out and tosses them on her desk.

  “That many,” I say as I finish putting it on and take her right back to the wall where I lift her up and she wraps her long legs around me as I slide myself back into her and we moan again.

  “Five is a lot for an hour and a half,” she says with a grin.

  “You can keep what we have left over in your desk drawer in case one day I forget to bring any.”

  She nods as her lips part and she leans in for a kiss. Our tongues move around the others as her hands move over my back. She seems to enjoy my muscles and that fact alone makes me happy I work out.

  Pumping into her as I squeeze her ass, I find her getting more and more slick then she’s moaning and her insides are squeezing me. That’s one!

  I move her to the sofa and lay her down then get on top of her as she holds her arms open and spreads those luscious legs for me too. One hard thrust I make and the sofa squeaks.

  “Easy and maybe a little slower,” she says.

  Making deeper strokes with less thrusting, I find her loving what I’m doing as her mouth goes to my neck and she kisses, bites, and sucks it. My body is on fire for her. I have no idea how this happened so fast but it did.

  Now to see if this little reminder of how good I can make her feel will get her to let me come over tonight!

  MERCY

  My back is against the door as Jude gives me a goodbye kiss. He’s made lunch a lot more interesting than it usually is. I’m more relaxed than I bet anyone else in this spa is and that’s saying something!