Billionaire's Game

by Summer Cooper

  “Stay still,” he commanded. His hands moved down the side of my hips, going slowly over the curve of my ass. I made a gasping, surprised noise when he squeezed. His hands kept moving, first down the length of one of my legs, up again, then down the length of the other. By the time his hands found their way to my waist again, I was trembling with how much I wanted him to continue.

  His fingers slid under the hem of my shirt and I moaned when he touched my bare skin.

  “Do you have anything hidden in your bra that I should know about?” he asked in his low, gruff voice.

  I had to swallow a few times before I could answer. One of his hands had dropped down to my ass again and was slowly drifting between my legs. He stopped just short of it and my entire body begged him to keep going. I was dripping wet down there.

  “You’ll have to find out for yourself,” I said, trying hard to sound as gruff as he had, but my words were too breathy with the need I felt coursing through my veins.

  He chuckled again, slapping my ass hard so I cried out a little. “Bad girl.” He reached under my shirt again, pushing it up as his hands traveled the length of my skinny torso. When he got to my bra, he shoved it up and out of his way, freeing my breasts. He cupped one in each hand, pressing his crotch into my ass so I could feel how hard he was. He pinched my nipples and I arched my back, rubbing myself over his cock. He moaned and pinched harder.

  “Do you want me to take you into the station?” he asked, leaning over and whispering his deep, rumbling words into my ear, still twisting my nipples, his cock jammed into my ass. “Or should I just take care of punishing you right here?”

  “You’d better just punish me right here, Officer,” I whispered. The wine was making it easier to relax into this. I couldn’t deny how much I wanted him. I’d felt something hot between us last night and hadn’t been able to shake the feeling all day.

  He straightened up, his deep chuckle making heat rise from my neck to my cheeks. He let go of my tits and one hand slid down my back, over my ass, and went between my legs. I arched my spine again, gasping as he pressed his fingers into my boiling hot, throbbing sex. Could he feel how wet I was through my jeans?

  “You’re on fire, Angela,” he said, his fingers continuing their work, stoking that heat until I thought my cheeks would catch burst into flames. “Let’s do something about that.” He reached to undo my jeans while I held onto the back of the bench for dear life, my handcuffed wrists trembling as he tugged my jeans down to my ankles. He lifted each of my feet gently, removing my shoes and taking my pants completely off. I could feel his mouth very close to my ass, his hot breath on my skin. He leaned in and bit the curve of my ass cheek hard. I screamed with pleasure and he did it again with the other ass cheek. He pulled my panties down next, exposing my pulsing hot sex to the air. He stood up, his fingers sliding back between my legs and sampling the wet heat there.

  I moaned and opened my legs wider, not wanting to do anything to discourage him.

  One of his thick fingers slid inside me and I groaned with delight. “You know, that drug lord’s men still have me on their radar,” he said, his deep voice intoxicating. He added another finger to the first, working them in and out. “Hurting me would be too obvious. They’d rather hurt the people around me.”

  I was too overcome with tingling ecstasy to respond. It had been so long since anyone had touched me and I didn’t want this to end. I was coming undone by his busy hands. I didn’t know what I’d do when he finally gave me that rock hard cock I’d felt through his uniform pants. That was getting me hot too, that he was in uniform. My very own bad boy cop.

  I heard the sound of his zipper and bit my bottom lip to keep from begging him to give it to me. His fingers slid out of me, but he kept rubbing the tips of them between my soaking wet lips and over my clit.

  “How bad do you want me to fuck you, Angela?” he whispered in his deepest, gruffest voice. The way he growled my name made it sound dirty.

  I made a gasping, needy sound. “Bad.”

  He slapped my ass again and I jumped. He got closer, the head of his cock pressing into the epicenter of all that throbbing heat and desire racing through my body. I bucked my hips back, trying to swallow him whole, but he dropped a hand onto my waist to hold me steady.

  “I’m in charge,” he said. “Say it.”

  I was squeezed hard with the agony of wanting him, wanting this. It was making me breathless but I got out the words he wanted to hear. “You’re in charge.”

  “That’s right, Angela. I’m in charge.” He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my sex, getting it nice and slick. Without warning, he thrust inside me, and the agonizing need for him exploded into lightning bolts of pure pleasure as I opened to him completely.

  I cried out again and he reached to slap a hand over my mouth, squeezing hard. “Shut up.”

  I nodded against his hand and he released me. He took me by the waist and started a rough, even rhythm, grunting as he pushed inside me so deep I swore I could feel his cock tickling the back of my throat. He took hold of my hair and pulled my head back sharply as he continued to impale me with the rock hard nightstick between his legs. I screamed behind clenched teeth.

  “You want it harder?” he asked, and started to give it to me before I even had the opportunity to answer.

  My body shuddered with the harshness of my climax. My knees were so weak I thought I would wilt right to the ground. But he kept going, piercing my deepest, most soaking wet regions. He made a low growling sound in his throat and jammed himself into me up to the hilt, his rigid body shuddering the way mine had just done. I couldn’t help crying out again as he pulled my hair harder, snapping my head back even more and stretching my neck taut as he strained inside me.

  He released my hair and I dropped my head, breathing harshly as the tingling pleasure moved through me and twisted between my legs. He stepped back, his softening cock sliding out of me. I whimpered at the loss of it, that luscious feeling of being filled up with something pulsating and rock hard. He zipped up his pants while my ass hung out in the breeze, then took me by the arm and spun me around to face him. I was too exhausted to fight him. Every single muscle was loose and shivering. I’d never been fucked like that before. And out in the open like this. We could’ve been caught at any moment. The idea gave me another little thrill, the burst of tingling sensation kicking off that agonizing itch between my legs. I already wanted him again and I’d only just had him. This was the single best thing that had happened to me in months.

  He dropped his head and attacked my mouth, forcing his tongue in past my gasping lips as he closed his fist around a handful of my hair, directing my head the way he wanted it to go. I tilted my chin back, succumbing to the strength of his sizzling passion, my arms hanging uselessly between us, my wrists locked together.

  “I’m going to see you again tonight,” he whispered, so close his lips moved over mine, his hot breath filling my mouth. “And whenever else I feel like. You’re mine now. Understand?”

  I nodded, sucking at his bottom lip, wanting that sharp, spicy taste of him.

  He released my wrists from the handcuffs and strode off without another word. I watched him go, the yearning for him, the brute need tingling at my core nearly tearing me in half. As soon as he was out of sight, I dropped to my hands and knees to gather my panties and jeans from the grass. I pulled them on and found my shoes, then stuffed my soaking wet panties into my pocket, grabbed my bag, and stumbled out of the park the way I’d come in.

  Chapter Three

  For the first time since I’d started sleeping in the back of the bookshop, I climbed into my cot and slept like a baby. I sank hard into strange dreams of faceless men chasing me through the shadows as I shrieked for help. No matter which way I turned, I ran further into danger.

  I woke with a start, looking around in near panic, disoriented by the dark and the loud pounding that seemed to be coming from everywhere. As the frenzy of the dream faded away, I
was able to remember where I was. The bookshop that was slowly eating me alive. And someone was hammering on the door.

  I checked my phone. It was three in the morning. Groaning, I got out of bed and shuffled out into the main part of the bookstore just as whoever was out there banged on the door again, making me jump and slap my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. I padded to the door slowly, trying to see who was out there.

  Officer Scott’s face appeared in the glass.

  I froze halfway across the sales floor. My body reacted on its own, a flood of warmth starting just below my stomach and stirring between my legs. My skin tingled. My cheeks flooded with heat.

  He saw me standing there in my shorts and nightshirt and motioned for me to open the door.

  I’d done a little more reading about this man after our tryst in the park. I knew how dangerous he was, how people tended to die around him at an alarming rate, how he’d once been married to a woman who ended up divorcing him after several domestic violence calls. He was bad news, in other words, and I had enough of my own trouble to last three lifetimes. I didn’t need to take on his as well.

  But I couldn’t deny how much I’d loved having his hands on me. And I liked that he was trouble. It was something you could smell on him. A thing you could taste as soon as he stuck his tongue in your mouth.

  My mind was still going on with its arguments against letting this dirty cop inside the bookstore while my body was carrying me across the floor and opening the door. Nothing good could come of this, my mind decided, and I agreed. But who said I wanted something good?

  He came inside, his spicy, masculine smell nearly knocking me off my feet, and locked the door behind him. He was dressed in street clothes.

  “I told you I’d be back,” he said. He took me by the back of my neck and brought me to him, pressing his lips onto mine and kissing hard, his tongue entering my mouth while I moaned and collapsed against him. After a few steamy seconds, he pulled his head back, leaving me breathless. I tried to lean into his lips again, but he held me back.

  “Get on your knees,” he commanded.

  I dropped to the floor without argument, running my hands down his body, from his chest, over the bulging crotch of his pants, and to his firm, muscular legs. I looked up at him as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his long, thick cock. He took the back of my head again and directed my willing mouth towards him. He moaned as I started to suck on him, moving my tongue around the head first, and then gently down the shaft. His skin was warm and salty. I pushed him as far into my mouth as he would go, sucking hard.

  Moaning, he held me steady while he pumped his hips into my face, working his cock deep into my throat. He was so goddamned big. I was doing my best but it felt like he was trying to choke me to death. His hips pressed harder into my face and I gagged.

  Chuckling, he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping on the floor. “You’ll get better at it, Angela.”

  As he helped me to my feet, I couldn’t get over how much the air sizzled when he was around. I knew how much trouble he was and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him. He kissed me gently, ending the kiss by sucking hard on my bottom lip while I dropped my hands to his cock and closed my fist around it.

  “Do you want to fuck in that little bed of yours?” he asked, and smiled that dangerous smile that drenched my panties more they already were. The itch between my legs was unbearable. I needed him down there, inside me. I wanted him so fiercely it hurt.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  He pulled my nightshirt over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra. He pushed the shorts off my hips, letting them fall to my ankles. I stepped out of them, now completely naked. He turned me around and got me moving in the direction of the storeroom with a smack to the ass. I went inside and sat down on my cot. He stripped off his clothes and joined me, the cot straining under our weight. He pushed me onto my back, his fingers already between my legs and stroking fast.

  “You’re ready for me,” he whispered.

  “Fuck me as hard as you did in the park,” I said, opening my legs wider, giving him as much access as he would take.

  He smiled and dropped his long, heavy body on top of mine, the cot straining even more. He moved his hips between my legs, that gorgeous cock pressing my lips open. I lifted my ass and he entered me. I moaned with the thrill of having him inside me again, filling me up as every nerve fired from an overload of bliss. He moved over me, our bodies rubbing together, his cock burying itself into me up to the hilt. I screamed his name and slid my hands down his back to his ass, squeezing those powerful muscles as he thrust rhythmically.

  I came in a flurry of heat, his grunting in my ear and hips plunging between my shivering legs, still exhausted from the park. My face felt flushed as blood rushed to my cheeks and made them tingle. I begged him to keep going, my voice breathy and guttural as his cock lit me on fire from the inside. All those nerves prickling along my walls as he thrust in and then out again. I closed my teeth on his shoulder, biting as hard as I could. His hips jumped, his dick jamming into me as light flashed before my eyes, the pleasure so intense and painful for an instant, I couldn’t breathe or think.

  A deep, sensual growl rumbled in his chest, turning me on more than I already was. I lifted my hips as he pushed himself into me as deep as he would go, his growling getting louder as his muscles strained hard. He came with a shuddering movement of his hips, and I moaned his name again, still shivering from the aftereffects of my own orgasm.

  He relaxed into me, his body smashing me into the cot, which had held up surprisingly well under our rabid fucking. My legs were as useless as overcooked spaghetti and I couldn’t quite catch my breath. But I also couldn’t wipe the smile from my face, like the head of his dick had magically unlocked something wonderful hiding deep inside me.

  “I patrol this neighborhood,” he whispered, his words rumbling into my chest. “I can drop by all the time.”

  I ran my hands up his back, loving how warm and solid he was. I hadn’t even known this man existed yesterday, and now I couldn’t imagine wanting to fuck anyone else.

  “We should probably just leave each other the hell alone,” I replied, grinning up at the ceiling in the dark, my muscles ringing with all the pleasure they’ve had over the last few hours. “My life is completely fucked and so is yours.”

  He chuckled low in his throat. “Then what do we have to lose? It’s sex, plain and simple. I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”

  “Am I going to end up dead like that witness?” I asked, only half joking. What if that drug kingpin, who’d left the city after the case against him fell apart, came back? Would I be in danger? I found I didn’t care. After a lifetime of following the rules and waiting for my turn, now I wanted what felt good. A life full of careful decision making hadn’t earned me jack shit.

  He didn’t laugh this time. “Smarter, more dangerous people have wanted me dead and failed. But this isn’t about him. It’s about you. And me. You liked the park, right?” He lifted his head to see me nod. “And tonight?” I nodded again. “Then I’ll be back tomorrow. If you don’t want more, just don’t answer the door.”

  He stood from the cot and put his clothes on while I watched. I followed him out to the sales floor and locked the door after he disappeared into the night, leaving me standing completely naked behind the glass, my thighs sticky and shivering from the hot strength of him, my mouth raw from his kiss.

  I gathered my night clothes from the ground and went back to my cot in the storeroom. I tossed them into a pile on the floor and got back in bed. My sheets smelled like him, my dirty, bad boy cop. I could feel the imprint of his fingertips all over my body. I didn’t care about the risks. I wanted him. When he came tomorrow night, I knew I’d welcome him with open arms. And legs. I was getting hot just thinking about it.

  I nestled into my pillow, still grinning, and fell right back to sleep. This time, only sweet dreams came for me.

  Fight For Love

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nbsp; Romantic Comedy

  Chapter One

  By the time Jasmine stormed into Gentleman Jackson’s Boxing Club, she’d had a full forty-five minutes for her anger to pick up steam, and she was in no mood to do anything other than cry her eyes out over a glass of wine. She was exhausted. She had just spent ten hours at the hospital, and hadn’t even had the chance to change out of her scrubs before Emma peeked out of her bedroom and announced that Michael had gone off somewhere to do boxing, of all things.

  Boxing? Jasmine knew what that meant. It meant bruises, scrapes, violence, and concussions…if this was, in fact, boxing and not just some makeshift fighting ring someone had set up in an alleyway. It took her ten minutes to find out from Michael’s friends where he went, and another half hour to take the requisite busses. Now that she was here, she was far from amused by the pretentious name of the boxing club. The mortified look on Michael’s face only partially made up for it all.

  “Michael.” Her voice was a hiss.

  “Um…” Michael, sixteen and unusually thin—some people had all the luck—looked like he wanted to melt through the floor at being confronted by his older sister, in front of all of his boxing buddies.

  Jasmine would have thought that was funny, but she cringed at the thought of what they were all seeing. Her wild mess of curls was only partially held back with a headband and an elastic, she was still wearing scrubs with God only knew what on them, and there wasn’t a scrap of makeup on her face. In clubs, in the right light, with makeup and jewelry, she looked almost okay. Right now, she was just chubby and disheveled. She swallowed, trying to decide whether to cut and run.

  Like hell she was going to be shamed by a bunch of sixteen year olds. They could be polite to her, or she would teach them a thing or two about boxing. She swept her eyes over the group and was pleased to see that all of them quailed.