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  “You missed the toast,” he said as he handed her one. “Wait a second, though. Did Doc Jensen say you could drink?”

  Skylar took the glass. “He did say I should take it easy, but as you may have noticed, that’s not my style.”

  They clinked glasses Skylar took a long sip of the bubbly.

  “He also said I should have someone around me for twenty-four hours, just to make sure I don’t black out again,” she said, looking up into Cal eyes.

  “I’d be honored to be your watchman, if you’ll have me.”

  “I’d like that very much.”

  The guests were returning to their seats for dinner.

  “Looks like the meal is being served now. Are you hungry?” Cal asked, putting his arm around her waist.

  “No, not at all.”

  “Me either,” he said, with a grin. “How about we go somewhere private for now. We come down later when everyone is gone and eat leftovers.”

  Skylar nodded enthusiastically. “I’d much prefer that.”

  “Come with me.” He took her hand and led her the entrance hall and up the staircase to the guestrooms.

  Much to Skylar’s surprise, he turned left at the top of the stairs, away from where her room was located.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “To the family’s private residence wing.”

  “Oh, I didn’t even know that existed!”

  “Skylar, it’s time for you to get better acquainted with your new family, starting with me.”

  They continued down a long, dark hallway lit only by wall sconces.

  Cal stopped in front of an open door. “You’re not the bride, I know, but I want to do this,” he said, and lifted her in his arms before entering his bedroom suite. He kicked the door shut with the back of his boot.

  Skylar looked around the spacious room once Cal set her down. It was most definitely a masculine room. The central point was an enormous four-poster bed in dark wood with comforter, bed pillows, and draperies in deep jewel tones of purple, navy, gold, and black.

  “This could be a guest room, it’s so beautiful,” she said.

  Cal put his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. “It looks much better to me now that you’re in it.”

  He brought his mouth to hers, and Skylar closed her eyes, inhaling him. He smelled faintly of leather and tasted vaguely of whiskey. The combination was intoxicating, and she felt the room swirling.

  ***

  CHAPTER 6

  Cal was glad he had a good grip on Skylar because he was able to hold onto her when she fainted. He lifted her, placing her down gently on his bed, and was about to get the doctor when she opened her eyes.

  “That’s some kiss you pack, Cowboy,” she said with a smile.

  “Skylar! Lie still, I’m going to fetch Doc Jensen.”

  “No, no! Please, I’m fine. I’m telling you, it was your kiss.” She patted the bed next to her. “Do it again. You’re safe, I’m lying down.”

  Cal ran his finger down the side of her face, pushing aside some of the golden ringlets that had escaped her hairclips. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, but before you do, maybe you could help me out of my dress. That’s probably another reason I fainted. The damn top is so tight.” Her eyes twinkled as spoke, and her deep sultry voice melted Cal’s heart and hardened his manhood.

  “Yes, Ma’am. Happy to help with that.”

  Cal slipped into the bed and reached behind her to unzip her gown, then ran his hands over her shoulders, pushing the bodice down and away from her chest. Skylar lifted up, and he dragged the dress off and let it fall to floor.

  Skylar pulled herself to the top of the bed and leaned back on the feather pillows. She reached into her hair and pulled out the two rhinestone barrettes that had been securing her thick hair, and her long curls fell down around her shoulders. Her breasts rose in soft white mounds above her strapless bra, and he could see her rosy nipples stiffen beneath the thin fabric.

  Cal’s eyes traveled down over to the slight swell of her belly to the lacy panties she wore. She must have followed his glance, because she opened her legs slightly, giving him a view of the moist spot on the silky surface.

  Cal stood, throwing his hat across the room and tearing off his jacket and dress shirt. He kicked off his boots, then yanked open the silver buckle of his belt and unzipped his pants. His trousers dropped to the floor. He felt his cock straining against his briefs, so he stripped naked before sliding next to Skylar on the bed.

  “Feeling better?” he whispered, running his fingers along the tops of her bra cups and into her deep cleavage.

  He felt her hand tracing down the thin line of black curls on his abdomen, reaching around his shaft.

  “Actually something is taking my breath away, but I thinks it’s a normal, healthy reaction,” she murmured, softly kissing across his jaw.

  As Cal felt her fingers drag across the wet pre-cum on his tip and down around his cock, he unsnapped the front closure of her bra and released her breasts. Her nipples were standing up, pink and luscious, and begging for attention, so he obliged.

  Her breasts filled his large hands and he squeezed her soft flesh. She moaned and nudged his head toward her chest.

  Cal buried his face between her breasts, alternately sucking and pinching her nipples. She tasted sweet as fruit, and he wanted to devour her. He nudged her flat on her back and ripped off her panties before sliding on top of her, placing his weight on his arms and knees.

  He slid downward, licking her belly as he made his way to her honey pot. Her clit stood out, hard and red. With a groan, Cal covered it with his tongue, sucking and nibbling until he felt her warm juices on his face.

  Skylar’s hips were moving up and down beneath him, and she spread her legs wider as she pushed his head against her sex.

  Cal held her smooth pink pussy lips apart and took a few moments to marvel at the beauty of her flower. He had to taste her. He thrust his tongue inside her while pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

  Skylar squealed and thrashed, her juices flowing. He licked her clean and then swung his body around and over her, so they could taste each other at the same time.

  She wrapped her hands around his cock, holding it gently and licking his shaft from end to end before guiding his tip between her lips. As he pushed his cock into her warm mouth, he brought his lips around her clit and pushed three fingers inside her.

  The bed rocked with their movement and when Cal felt his balls contract, he pulled away from her mouth. His wasn’t ready to come yet, not by a long shot.

  He perched on his knees and opened his nightstand drawer, digging inside for a condom.

  Skylar sat up and grabbed his arm. “No, don’t. I want to feel you inside me.”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “No, but you can pull out. Please, Cal.”

  Looking into her dark blue eyes, Cal was driven only by need. With a groan, he fell back over her, and their mouths locked, tongues entwined.

  He guided his cock between her legs and ran the tip through the wetness of her folds. He teased her, circling the opening, pushing in lightly, but then pulling out, again and again, until she pulled her mouth free of his.

  “Fuck me, Cal. Fuck me now!”

  “Yes, Ma’am!” Cal moved his hardness over her slit one more time, but when he reached her opening, he thrust in and pushed hard.

  “Yes,” she called out, running her fingers through his hair. “More!”

  Cal was lost in the sea of her warm, tight pussy. He felt her contracting around him, squeezing as she raised her hips below him. Her hands found his balls, and she massaged gently.

  He knew he couldn’t last much longer if she continued to rub him that way, so he withdrew suddenly, and Skylar protested with a loud gasp.

  “Turn over,” he commanded, and lifted up so she could get on her belly.

  Skylar flipped around and got up on her knees, raising
her full round rump to him as she peeked back over her shoulder.

  “Like this?” she teased.

  Cal spread her cheeks with his hands, exposing the tight brown rim of her back door. He licked his index finger and placed it there, applying the lightest bit of pressure. “Here?” he asked softly.

  “Yes, but wet me first.”

  Cal licked the length of her crack. He spit on the brown tipped rim of her opening and pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. Skylar gasped, but it was a sound of pleasure, so he continued pushing.

  He watched her body as she took his finger deep inside. Her pussy turned up toward him, and he could see her other opening beckoning to him. He crept forward on his knees and pushed his cock in. He closed his eyes and he penetrated both her openings until his finger and his shaft filled her insides.

  They rocked together, gently at first, but increasing the pace until he was slipping in and out of her freely. He leaned on her back and called out, “I’m going to cum!”

  Her chest fell to the bed with his weight on her, and she reached back to hold his buttocks, not allowing him to pull out. It was too late, anyway. With a great roar, he let his seed explode within her.

  Skylar’s body seemed to open wide, and he felt her muscles releasing the grip on his cock and he slid in even deeper.

  Their bodies continue to move up and down long after their orgasms, until finally he dropped down at her side, draping one arm across her back.

  She turned toward him and snuggled up to his chest.

  Cal kissed the top of her head.

  “We’ve been AWOL from the party quite a while, and they’re going come looking for us if we don’t show up soon. But how would you like company in your guest room tonight?”

  “I’d like that very much,” she said.

  “Good!” he said, and kissed her lightly on the lips. “And if we hurry, we might just catch the cutting of the cake.”

  She giggled and slipped out of bed, picking up her dress from the floor.

  “You know, I noticed before the bandleader introduced our parents as Mr. and Mrs. C.J. Reynolds. What does C.J. stand for?”

  “Calvin Jr.”

  “So, are you Calvin the III?”

  “Yes, I am” he said, and came around to take her in his arms again.

  “And this” he said, touching her belly, “could well be Calvin IV.”

  Skylar shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Or, little Calliope.”

  “As long as she looks just like her mama,” he said, and kissed her again.

  Skylar pulled back in mock protest. “We’re going to miss the cake.”

  “What cake?” Cal asked, and pushed her back on the bed.

  ***

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  Table of Contents

  Red Hot Candy

  Table of Contents

  The Things I Never Said by Jo Raven

  Perfectly Equipped by Lacey Silks

  Billionaires in Disguise: Rae, Kidnapped by Blair Babylon

  A Fan-TAB-Ulous Night by Olivia Rigal

  Take it Easy by Daisy Prescott

  Before Flesh by Sky Corgan

  Scorched into Submission by Daizie Draper

  Pandora's Box by Sarah M. Cradit

  Braving Love by SJ Mayer

  Always Enough by Molly McLain

  Mine In Dreams by Olivia Hardin

  Like Home by Mira Bailee

  Unshakeable by JC Valentine

  Yearning to Yield by Pavarti K Tyler

  First-Class Scoundrel by Liv Morris

  Mated in Bearfield by Jacqueline Sweet

  Le Moulin by JC Andrijeski

  Jesse's Girl by Alison Foster

  Dude by Gillian Cherry

  Biker Billionaire's Bitch by Layla Wilcox

  Swaying Fate by Irma Geddon

  Gender Studies 101 by Dani Dundee

  Disclaimers and Copyright Notices

  THE BILLIONAIRE BIKER’S BITCH

  by Layla Wilcox

  THE BILLIONAIRE BIKER’S BITCH

  by Layla Wilcox

  THE BILLIONAIRE BIKER’S BITCH © Layla Wilcox 2015

  Graduate from college.

  Break up with long-term boyfriend.

  Get the perfect summer job.

  Break out and be crazy for one night.

  It’s Friday night and Claire Davenport is on her way to meet her friends and celebrate her freedom. She’s almost run off the causeway when a ninja biker pulls a wheelie in front of her. But all that’s forgotten after a few drinks, and once on the dance floor, she allows a sexy, muscular stranger to lead her to a darkened hallway in the back for a quick hook up. As he walks away, the writing on the back of his shirt reveals he’s the daring ninja biker.

  It’s Monday morning and billionaire CEO Alexander Harriman is about the address his new employees at the company orientation. His eyes are drawn to a pretty blonde with the face that’s haunted his dreams since Friday. Claire.

  Next on the meeting’s agenda: Rule No. 5. Relationships between employees are forbidden and will result in termination.

  Damn.

  CHAPTER ONE

  A ninja bike roared past Claire Davenport, breaking her reverie as she drove toward Miami. She had the top down and was trying to enjoy the warm spring evening as she headed toward the beach to meet her girlfriends for a much-needed drink after a grueling week. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, but a second and a third ninja passed, one on either side of her Mini Cooper, rattling her with the noise and the suddenness of their approach.

  “What the hell?” she muttered. “It's like they do this shit on purpose.”

  She took another deep breath, as her yoga teacher advised, to calm herself in stressful situations. That didn't help, but once she reached the peak of the bridge leading to the beach and caught sight of the full expanse of Biscayne Bay, she felt her muscles relax and her mind clear. The waterway was calm, and the lights of the homes along the shore sparkled brightly in the night.

  She closed her eyes for a second to inhale deeply and allow peaceful thoughts to replace the ones that were taunting her. A calmness began to emerge when once again a ninja appeared from nowhere, passing her dangerously close in the lane to her right.

  Startled, she jumped inches off her seat and turned her head to glare at the intruder just as he passed her, catching sight of him checking her out. As if to defy her or try to impress, he cut in front of her and pulled a wheelie.

  “Really? What a fucking asshole!” She tried to calm herself as he shot ahead once both wheels were once again on the ground.

  She could see him weaving in and out of traffic, and lost of sight of him in the darkness. Her exit was coming up and she turned her attention to the road ahead just in time to make the turn. As she pulled up to the light, she saw the ninja bike stopped ahead of her. She pulled up close behind him, hoping her headlights would create a glare in his rearview mirrors.

  He seemed unperturbed. Her lights also illuminated his shirt, and she leaned in to read what was written on the back of his shirt.

  “If you can read this, the bitch fell off.”

  She rolled her eyes and chuckled at the same time. He took off the moment the light turned green, and she continued on her way. Good story to tell her friends, if she could ever get through damn traffic.

 
; Almost an hour later, Claire spotted her friends in the dim light of Charli's, the trendy new hotspot on the beach. It was a miracle that she could find them at all, and she was grateful that they had found a table in the front, since the nightclub had two bars separated by the dance floor. If her friends had been somewhere in the back, it could have taken her much longer to find them.

  “Hey, you guys! Someone give me a sip of her drink, please. I need one now!” she said.

  “Here, finish mine,” Danica said, handing her a tall glass. “I've got another one on the way. You can order something when the waiter gets back.”

  Claire threw down whatever was in the glass and made a face. “Ugh, sweet! But, thanks, I needed that.”

  She squeezed in on the end of the booth where six girls were arrayed in their finest club wear. Being petite, her small butt managed to fit on the end of the padded bench. It didn't matter if she wasn't comfortable. One or two drinks and she'd be on the dance floor.

  She ordered two shots of tequila with beer chasers so she could catch up to her friends. After consuming the two shots and one beer quickly, Claire loosened up and was ready to let off some steam.

  “Who wants to dance?” she said, getting up.

  “I do, but sit a minute. I'm almost finished with this drink,” Jillian said.

  “All right, but hurry,” Claire said, flopping back down.

  “So, how'd your week go, Claire? We've all done the dump. Sorry you missed it, but at least we get to hear yours.”

  Claire sat back against the padded cushion of the bench. “I'll make it quick. Justin and I broke up, this time for good. I can't take one more lecture from him about being sensible and getting a real job.”