Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

by Nicole Elliot

  She nodded.

  He pulled her into the elevator. She didn’t know what would happen when the doors closed.

  “We have a two-minute ride. Spread your legs.”

  Abby didn’t hesitate. If she did she’d lose precious seconds.

  “Bend over a little, sweetheart.”

  She held the gilded railing. Deacon drew the dildo over her pussy, drawing a line from her clit to her backside. He pressed the tip of it against her ass.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  She wanted to feel the electricity spread through her. She wanted it deep inside her. She knew how good it would feel once it was inside her.

  Deacon pushed it against the tight ring of muscle. She clenched.

  Cole tipped her chin forward. “It’s going to take a lot of practice to get this right. And we aren’t leaving the party until you fuck this dildo properly.”

  She nodded. “I want it now. Please, Deac. Please.” She wiggled.

  He pushed it deeper and she felt the ring burning with pain.

  He groaned. “So fucking tight. Damn it. I want you, baby.”

  “Almost at the party.” Cole kissed her. “You look stunning, by the way. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She relaxed into his lips and she felt the tip probe farther. She sighed, loving the depth Deacon took with it.

  But just when it started to feel amazing, Deacon pulled it from her and tossed it to Cole. They twirled her around to face the doors, pulled the hem of her dress to cover her bottom just as the doors retracted. Abby realized they had arrived at the party and all the guests were staring at her and her eligible dates for the night.

  19

  Cole

  He tucked the dildo inside his jacket pocket. He grinned, stepping out of the elevator with Abby on his arm. Deacon disappeared into the crowd, presumably to grab the first round of drinks. That little stunt in the elevator had made him so hard, he wanted to kiss Abby breathless.

  “You ok?” He leaned over to her.

  She nodded. Her cheeks were flush. He could tell her breathing was erratic. She was already so close to coming.

  “Did you like it or not?” He wanted to be discreet with his line of questioning.

  She nodded again. “I want more. I can handle it. I know I can.” She grinned up at him. “Maybe more vodka?” she suggested.

  “Did someone say vodka?” Deacon appeared with three tall shots.

  “Cheers.” Cole tipped his forward as they toasted and drank in big gulps.

  Abby’s eyes looked bright. She bit her lip in that ridiculously cute and sexy way she had.

  “Here.” Cole shoved his empty glass in Deacon’s hand. “I’m going to see if I can help Abby with some numbers.”

  Deacon laughed. “I’ll be waiting for my baton pass off.”

  “Oh my God,” Abby squealed. “You can’t say that.”

  “No one knows what we’re doing unless you can’t keep those sexy sounds you make to yourself.” Deacon laughed.

  Cole whisked her off to the side of the room. There was a band playing at one end. The room was thrown in darkness. He led her to the balcony. It was empty.

  He pulled her toward a dark corner. The air was cool so high up from the city.

  His lips crushed hers. His tongue circled insider her mouth while she threw her hands around his neck. She made a cooing sound as the kiss went deeper. He pressed his cock into her hip. He was so fucking hard. Slowly, he pulled the back of her dress, rounding it to the edge of her ass. He withdrew the dildo from his pocket and slid it along her hip, dipping it between her legs.

  “Mmm.” She breathed heavily.

  He wanted to fuck her with more than this. He wanted to be in her ass so badly it hurt. But hurting her was the last thing he wanted.

  He wanted to sink himself inside her and bury his cock so far, she’d never forget their first time together. He wanted it to be epic. Beautiful. Memorable.

  She wiggled backward, tilting up for him.

  “You want it, don’t you?” he asked, his voice husky.

  “Oh yes,” she answered.

  He rubbed the dildo between her legs, coating it in her honey.

  “I could fuck your pussy with this and make you come.” He tempted her. “But I want you to tell me what you want, Abby. This is all about you. Tell me where to fuck you with this toy.”

  “I’ve never said it before.”

  “Say it to me.” He looked in her eyes. Damn. She was so innocent and pure. He could see the lifetime of hurt she had experienced. All he could think of in this moment was giving her pleasure. Giving her something beyond her wildest dreams.

  “Tell me you want me to get your ass ready for my cock.”

  The party bass was loud on the other side of the door. He knew no one could see them, but being out in public, gave him an extra thrill. At any moment they could be interrupted.

  “I do, Cole. I do. I want all of it.”

  He rubbed the tip against her pussy, pushing it inside her.

  “No.” She shook her head. “That’s not where.”

  “Then where, baby?” he teased her. He wanted the words to roll off her beautiful lips. He wanted the sweet girl to say something dirty.

  She paused. “Please fuck my ass with it, please Cole. I want your cock there. Make me ready for you.”

  “You do?” He groaned with pleasure.

  She nodded. “I want it there now. Are you sure I’m not ready?”

  He kissed her lips, as he pushed the dildo to her ass.

  She seized up under him.

  “Relax, baby. You’re not ready yet,” he admitted. “This might take all night.”

  “Kiss me,” she begged. “I lose myself when you kiss me.”

  His lips landed on hers, sucking against her tongue. Tasting the vodka on her mouth. As he kissed her, he felt her relax and he pushed the baton again.

  “Ohh,” she moaned. “It feels good.”

  He thrust it deeper. His cock hardened. He wanted more. Much more than this. His lips found hers again in the dark. He pumped the dildo all the way inside her. “Damn, I want to fuck you, baby.”

  “Ohh,” she cried. “It’s so deep. Nothing has ever felt like this.”

  She wrapped her hands around his neck, locking them with a fierce grip. He knew she was doing everything she could just to hold her balance. He pulled it out, slightly, sinking it in her. One. Two. Three. Pumping as he drew whimpers from her lips. It was the most beautiful sound.

  He wanted to give her this all night.

  Just then the door opened and he moved quickly to shield Abby. He relaxed when he saw it was Deacon.

  “Baton pass, man.”

  Cole nodded, handing it off. He felt confident he had accomplished something with her. He kissed Abby on the lips. “You did great, baby.” He walked off the balcony to join the rest of the party.

  20

  Deacon

  He looked in her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and he kissed her like his life depended on it. Hell, she could kiss. Hell, she could do everything. To think how this woman had come into his life was unbelievable. Only two weeks ago he had stared Cal Mantelli down across a poker table. Now he was holding a woman in his arms he was crazy about. Cole was right. It wasn’t conventional. It wasn’t how he had ever fallen for a woman before, but he believed holding and kissing Abby now that she was meant to walk into his life. She was meant for him and Cole. And it didn’t matter how she got here. It only mattered he had found her.

  He took the dildo in his hand, pressing it against her bottom. She arched her back, wiggling toward him. She was already asking for it.

  “You like it?” he asked.

  She nodded. “So much.”

  “Good.”

  He pushed it inside her ass slowly, watching her eyes light with fire.

  She exhaled. “Ohh, like that.”

  He pulled it out, before fucking her with it again. “I w
ant it to feel good.”

  She jerked. “It’s so thick.”

  He took her lips again, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. She was so soft and perfect. She smelled like heaven. There was so much of her he wanted. Most of all he wanted inside her pussy. He’d leave her virgin ass to Cole. That was his go-to. Deacon wanted to bury himself inside her walls, release himself inside her. Claim her as he fucked her dizzy.

  “Not nearly as thick as the next size,” he admitted. “The next size feels even better.”

  “Next size?” she whispered.

  Her hips were rocking with beautiful rhythm. He fucked her faster with it.

  “Oh, keep that up, baby. You look like a fucking sex goddess.”

  She clung to him and he knew she was going to come quickly. This little dildo did the trick.

  He pushed it deep inside her just as she exploded with the orgasm. She wrapped herself around him while he body shook with pleasure.

  “Oh yeah, sweetheart. Fuck it, hard. Fuck it like it’s my cock.”

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she squealed.

  She pressed her forehead to his chest. Her eyes rose. She panted.

  “You are so damn sexy.” He kissed her again. He couldn’t stop kissing her.

  Abby worked to pull what tiny bit of hem she had down over her bottom. She straightened the front of her dress.

  “What did you mean next size?” she asked.

  He tucked the baton in his inside pocket. He couldn’t wait to hand it back off to Cole. He had to give it to his best friend. This was the best way he’d ever spent time at one of these mixers.

  “This is the beginner size. You have to work up.”

  “Work up?” It was cute how her eyes got big.

  “Yes. You’re so tight, I don’t know how long it’s going to take.”

  “But I want you both now.”

  “That’s sweet baby, but this is fun too. We like helping you get there.” He wrapped his hand around her waist. “Come on. Let’s get another vodka shot and find Cole. I’m sure he has another dark corner for you.”

  “I get to do it again?”

  Deacon laughed loudly as they walked into the party. “All night.”

  21

  Abby

  It was surreal. Abby drifted through the party, smiling and shaking hands with wealthy investors in HiTech Global. Deacon introduced her as an artist and his traveling companion to one of the board members. Tomorrow she would be introduced as the woman who had branded Soar.

  “You should see her designs,” he complimented. “Nothing compares to what she has brought to the company.”

  “Really?” The older man looked surprised.

  Under any other circumstance she would have loved to talk about her art, but after the hand-off on the balcony she couldn’t think. Art was on another planet. Her body was in a galaxy of its own, waiting to exist with Cole and Deacon.

  “Tell me, Abby, have you planned on seeing the Bellagio’s exhibit while you are in town?” he asked.

  Deacon elbowed her in the side, bringing her back to the conversation. She preferred daydreaming in her sex galaxy.

  “Oh, the exhibit?” She looked at Deacon.

  He nodded. “I plan on taking her before we leave Sunday. Our schedule is full while we’re here, but I’ve heard it’s one-of-a-kind.”

  She liked the way Deacon winked at her.

  “Good. Good. A true artist never misses an opportunity to see great work. I know you are quite the connoisseur yourself.”

  Deacon agreed, “I am. I like to think I have excellent taste in artists.”

  Abby didn’t feel like an artist at the moment. She felt like a sex goddess, exploring something forbidden and delicious. She looked around the room and spotted Cole. He beckoned her with the crook of his finger.

  “If you’ll excuse me,” she apologized. “I think Cole needs to discuss something with me. Probably about the announcement tomorrow.”

  “It was nice to meet you,” the board member tipped his glass in her direction, but she only had one focus—Cole.

  “I see you are cozying up to our big backers,” he teased.

  She smiled when she reached his arm. “He suggested I see the Bellagio art exhibit. Deacon said he would take me.”

  He leaned toward her ear. “I want to take you somewhere too.”

  “Oh?” She felt the thrill spread through her body. Not wearing panties was incredibly dangerous. Every step she took reminded her she had left them in the suite for a specific reason.

  The black dress hugged her body tightly.

  Cole led her to a closet in the hallway. She stared at him. “The coat check?”

  He tipped his head. “Ladies first.”

  She walked in front of him, spinning into his arms as he closed the door and locked it from the inside.

  “Were you looking for this?” He withdrew the baton from his pocket.

  “How did you get it from Deacon? I was with him the entire time.”

  He laughed. “I tried to tell you. All we want is to make sure you’re happy. You’re fulfilled. We’ll take care of all the details. All you have to do is enjoy the ride.”

  She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe Deacon too. But it seemed too good to be true. Why were they willing to give her so much? And why was she so eager to take it?

  Cole’s mouth pressed against hers. She fell into the kiss, wanting to think less than she usually did. Giving in to the impulses felt good. It felt reckless and sexy.

  His hands moved through her hair, drawing her mouth deeper to his.

  “Can you come for me?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” He hiked her dress up higher than it had been on the balcony. “Turn around and grab the bar.”

  She did as he asked. Securing her hands in between dinner jackets.

  She sucked in a heavy breath when she felt the baton settle against her backside. He pressed the tip to her tight rosebud. “Ohh, I want it Cole.”

  “I know you do, baby.” He slid it between her folds, coating it with her juices before trailing it back up.

  His lips landed on her neck, kissing her as he pushed the baton inside her. She arched her back into him.

  “Oh it’s intense.”

  “But it feels good?” He pumped it in and out.

  She nodded. “Don’t stop.”

  He kissed her feverishly while his fingers wound around her waist, making their way to her clit. He strummed over it, before pressing inside her soaking pussy.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered as the orgasm hit her core like an earthquake.

  Cole held her while he hammered into her from two points, drawing one explosive wave after another. She quivered and panted. She had expected him to the gentle and tender one, but he had a bad boy edge she didn’t expect. It was a turn on knowing, his polished exterior was something he showed everyone else, but here in the closet he lost himself in her. He gave her his raw passion. He touched her like she wanted to be touched.

  The orgasm pooled before fading like a current. She exhaled.

  “You are fucking exquisite. Do you know that?” He spun her face to him. He kissed her, lingering against her lips.

  She shook her head. “No one’s ever said that.”

  He rubbed his thumb against her cheek. “You should be treated like a goddess. Given everything in this world. Deacon and I will make sure you have that.”

  She fell into his chest. “I don’t want your money, Cole. I’ve never wanted it.”

  “Why not? It comes with the package.”

  She wiggled her cocktail dress back into place. “I’ve seen people do terrible things for money. All it does is cause pain. I don’t need it. I don’t want your money.”

  “Hey, we want you to have it. What’s the point of having millions if we can’t use it for something fun? Beautiful clothes? Expensive trips? Spa treatments?” He winked. She realized he and Deacon probably knew before they arrived at the
suite she had taken advantage of the spa perks.

  “It ruined my family, Cole. It destroyed my father. It’s not worth it.” She felt the tears burn the back of her lids. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, especially not after the moment they had just shared. She didn’t want to ruin her sexual triumph with painful memories of the past.

  “Tell me,” he pressed.

  She shook her head. She dabbed the corners of her eyes, praying the eye liner was still intact. “No. Maybe another time. Not tonight. Tonight, is about the future. Not the past.”

  He kissed on the forehead. “If that’s what you want.” He threaded his fingers through hers. “Come on. Let’s get back to the party. Someone might want their coat back.” He laughed.

  Abby couldn’t help but giggle. If they knew what she had just done between their coats, they might be happy to leave them behind.

  Cole turned off the light as they left the closet behind.

  22

  Abby

  The cocktail reception lasted much longer than Abby expected, but she realized Deacon and Cole were having fun finding places where they could sneak off with her. She loved it. The dark corners. The places where they could be caught. It was dangerous and sexy. She’d never been this daring.

  She knew she had crossed a line. She also knew she wasn’t interested in stepping back over it.

  Deacon was listening to the CEO of ComTech explain his new philosophy on acquisitions. Abby tried to keep up with the conversation, but she kept catching Cole out of the corner of her eye. He was equally as distracting as Deacon was.

  Deacon slipped his hand snugly against her hip. “Good talking to you, Andy. See you tomorrow?”

  “I’m going to the breakfast on global integration. Will I see you there?”

  Deacon looked at Abby. “I think I have plans in the morning with this one.” He smiled.

  “Oh, well I’ll see you later in the day. Looking forward to hearing the big announcement.”