Cocky Billionaires: A Contemporary Romance Box Set

by J. P. Comeau

  Zane pointed at me. “You remember Martha?”

  Brenden roared with laughter. “Oh. My. God. I’d completely forgotten about her.”

  Zane’s mouth gaped. “How could you forget about Moaning Martha!?”

  Roxy piped up. “Who’s Moaning Martha?”

  I sighed. “The girl I lost my virginity to.”

  Roxy grinned. “Sounds like a hell of a story.”

  I chuckled. “Let’s just say I was sixteen, barely able to drive, and the first time I ever crashed my car was when she kept groping my dick.”

  Roxy balked. “You’re kidding.”

  I shook my head. “Nope.”

  Zane patted my knee. “You haven’t even told her the best part. Go on. Tell her.”

  I rolled my eyes. “While we were waiting on the side of the road for someone to show up and help us, I may have kind of…”

  Brenden finished the story. “He fucked her against the tree they crashed into before the police showed up to take stock of the accident.”

  Roxy gasped. “You did not!”

  I held up my hand. “I swear on my life.”

  “Oh, if you think that was bad, listen to this,” Kelly said.

  I pointed at my sister as she came through the door. “Don’t even think about it.”

  Karina set down three bottles of wine. “Then, I’ll tell it. Because you know exactly what we’re talking about.”

  Roxy scoffed. “But, I’m the birthday girl. You guys are supposed to tell me stories!”

  Kelly uncorked a bottle. “Oh, hush with that birthday girl crap. You've guilt-tripped us enough for one night.”

  Karina giggled. “Yeah, Roxy. And now, it’s time for us to cough up a story about you.”

  I sighed. “Look, if she doesn’t want the story told--.”

  Kelly handed me a glass of wine. “The guy Roxy lost her virginity to? His name was Dallas. Shit you not, that was the man’s name.”

  Karina handed Roxy a glass. “And Dallas was very good-looking.”

  Kelly cackled. “He was also very old.”

  “What?” Brenden asked.

  Roxy rolled her eyes. “I lost my virginity at eighteen to a man who was in his mid-thirties.”

  Zane’s jaw dropped open. “You’re kidding.”

  She shrugged. “What? Older men know what they’re doing, and they know what they like. I figured if anyone was going to teach me a thing or two about sex, it would be a man like that.”

  I couldn't help but grin at her comment as the girls started clucking away again.

  “Anyway,” Kelly said, “he takes her to this nice hotel suite, right? Room service, minibar. The works. And guess what happens once they start getting into it?”

  Roxy glowered. “I’m going to kill you if you--.”

  Karina blurted it out. “She farted in his face as he was going down on her.”

  Everyone burst into laughter as Roxy sank into the couch with a face as red as a stop sign. I wasn’t sure whether to shut them all up or kick them all out. But, I figured the least I could do was level the playing field.

  “I mean, what's wrong with that?” I asked.

  Everyone stopped laughing before Zane furrowed his brow.

  “Dude, that’s gross,” he said.

  Brenden snickered. “If Kelly ever farted on me during sex, we’d have an issue.”

  I shrugged. “Then, it sounds like you’re not doing your job right.”

  Everyone turned to look at me, and I sipped my wine.

  “I mean, come on. If a woman is really into something, she’s not thinking about what to hold back and what not to? If a woman is speaking in tongues and passing gas and losing control of her body, that’s a compliment to your skills. I’ve had a few women do all sorts of things like that while I’m in control of their bodies, and it does nothing more than put a smile on my face. It means they feel good enough to completely let loose. Isn’t that what sex is all about?”

  I felt everyone’s eyes on me as I turned to face Roxy. Her cheeks were still beet red, but there was gratitude in her stare.

  Now, I understood why she was so upset with everyone because if this was how she’d been treated all night, I felt terrible that I hadn’t come--and stayed--sooner than this. Loosened up, Roxy wasn’t as wild as she proclaimed to be. If anything, with more alcohol, she settled down. She became a bit more normal.

  And of course, hotter than sin itself.

  “So, why don’t we lay off the birthday girl and give her some embarrassing stories about us, yeah?” I asked.

  Roxy held her wine glass in the air. “Thank you, Clint, for being the only person in here with some sense.”

  I chuckled. “I’m used to it. Especially growing up with the brothers I did.”

  Brenden pointed at me. “Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t get licks in like that without taking a few in return.”

  Kelly giggled. “Oh, my gosh. Remember the skinny dipping incident?”

  Roxy glared at her sister. “Did you not hear what Clint just said?”

  Karina waved her hand in the air. “Just one more story. This one’s a good one, too. You can’t even deny that, Roxy.”

  She stood. “I don’t want that story told--.”

  Kelly set down her wine glass. “Picture this: Roxy, around seventeen years old, dragging the high school football star into the pool area while it was--.”

  “Want to dance, Clint?” Roxy asked.

  She said the words so quickly that I almost didn’t catch them.

  “I suppose I shouldn't turn down a dance from the birthday girl. I’d be honored.”

  She held out her hand. “Come on, then. Time’s wasting quickly tonight.”

  I slid my hands into hers. “Can I get a raincheck on this story, though?”

  Roxy tugged me towards the door, giggling. “Quit being such a big jerk and come on.”

  She dragged me out onto the dance floor as the lights turned way down low. With the slot machines dinging in the distance and people cursing at the blackjack tables, we made our way over to the small patch of empty floor over by the bar. The bartender turned up the music, and her hips began swaying, entrancing my gaze as I watched them move side to side.

  Around and around.

  Closer and closer… to my pelvis.

  “What’s the matter, big boy? Don’t know how to dance?”

  I grinned as my hand slid alongside her waist. Her arms wrapped around me from behind, and her back pressed against my chest. My nose dipped to her neck. I raced the tip of it softly up and down her pulse point, listening as her sighs draped over my body. My hand slid to her hip. I settled my other hand against her opposing thigh. And as I guided her body to swivel and swerve in a way that brought my body back to life again, I drew in the wonderful scent of her citrus body spray.

  “Mmm, maybe you can dance after all,” she murmured.

  I wanted to show her more than a dance, though. I wanted to show her all of me. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or the music that swirled around our heads, but I wanted to show her the best parts of me. I wanted to help her let loose. I wanted to help her forget about this hellish night. More than that, though, I wanted to show her exactly how a man should treat a strong, valiant woman.

  I wanted to show her a birthday moment she’d never forget.

  9

  _____

  ROXY

  The harder I sank my ass against his cock, the more my eyes bulged. Holy hell, the rumors about him at work were very, very true. Every time I felt his dick throb against my ass cheeks, I wanted to strip him down. I turned around and gripped his suit with my arms, pulling his body closer to my own. His thickened girth pressed against my womanhood. I felt electricity sizzling throughout my body. I attached myself to Clint as we danced and swayed, while the bartender kept us liquored up and having a good time.

  But, when I looked over at the clock on the wall, I realized it was almost three in the morning.

  “L
ast call!” the bartender exclaimed.

  A rush of people stumbling in from the coin slots pushed Clint and me off to the side. I stumbled on my heels, and I felt his strong arms reach out for me, catching me before I hit the floor. He pulled me back to his body. He cradled me close as we got pressed into a corner.

  And as the music continued to fill my ears, I ground myself against him.

  “I guess it’s not my birthday anymore, huh?” I asked.

  Clint grinned. “To me? Your birthday isn’t over until the sun comes up.”

  I giggled. “At this rate, the sun will come up before we leave here.”

  “We could always call it a night if you want.”

  “I don’t know if I’m done celebrating, though.”

  He chuckled. “Who said anything about being done celebrating?”

  His eyes darkened, and the hairs on the nape of my neck prickled with delight. I snapped my fingers, and the bartender placed another shot of tequila in my palm. I held Clint’s gaze as I tossed it back, earning a hearty chuckle from the depths of his chest. His voice grew huskier the more the night waned, and I was anxious to know what it might sound like against the shell of my ear.

  “Come on. My place is only a fifteen-minute drive from here,” I said.

  His finger locked with mine. “Well, mine’s technically within walking distance. If you’d rather head there.”

  I snickered. “At least we’re on the same page, then.”

  Clint scooped me into his arms and carried me out of the casino. I didn’t know where anyone else was, but I didn’t care. It’s not like they cared about me, or anything I wanted for my own birthday. So, I draped my arms around Clint’s neck and let him whisk me away. He slid me into the passenger seat of his car before he leaned the seat down, then he even took the liberty of buckling me in. My heart skipped a beat with every beautiful gesture he made to take care of me, and when he slipped behind the wheel of the car, my hand searched for his.

  “Happy birthday, Roxy,” he murmured as he took my hand.

  “Thank you, Clint,” I said softly.

  My thumb traced mindless shapes against his skin as he drove us back to his place. And the entire time, I kept stealing glances at him. Damn it. The man knew how to fill out a suit. He was broad and strong, and a bit older than myself. I’d always been drawn to older men. It’s why I always batted the idea of them away. Older men had broken my heart many times over while I was a teenager, so I stuck to men my own age. Granted, I tore through them like wildfire because they were immature. Selfish. Terrible in bed. I could only stand them for a week before I dumped them anyway.

  Not older men, though.

  I’d stay on an older man’s hook as long as he wanted me there.

  “All right. We’re here,” Clint said.

  I leaned up, brushing my breast against his arm. “Ready to have your way with me?”

  He chuckled. “Why don’t we get you upstairs first? I’ve had my fill of car sex.”

  I licked my lips. “Sounds like it might be a fun birthday night after all.”

  He winked at me before he slipped out, then he came around to open my door. Clint helped me out of the car before scooping me back into his arms, and I felt my body grow weightless. I liked him carrying me this way. I got to curl against him and rest my cheek on his shoulder. I got to feel his heart beating against my body as we traveled up the elevator. He carried me across the threshold of his studio apartment and laid me down onto his bed. And as I propped myself up, I shimmied my breasts at him.

  “Care to come take a peak?” I asked.

  And when his eyes met mine, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

  Clint

  I underestimated how good she’d look in my bed. Her breasts swayed effortlessly, beckoning for me to touch. Her legs crossed like some innocent girl when we all knew just how ravenous Roxy was for the opposite sex. Her cheeks were still flushed. Her hands curled into my bedsheets. I wanted nothing more than to use some of my toys on her. To show her exactly what I kept underneath my bed and away from people’s view.

  She’s your employee. And she’s drunk. Don’t do this.

  I sighed. “You’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep here.”

  She blinked. “Come again?”

  I stood up, putting distance between us. “I can’t mix business with pleasure, Roxy. You know this. But, if you’re here, I can make sure you--.”

  She sat up. “Are you kidding me right now?”

  I paused. “No.”

  “So, what the hell was all of that winking and hand-holding and shit in the car? Huh?”

  “I mean, it was--.”

  “And what about coming to my aid in the casino? Yeah? When everyone started jumping down my throat?”

  “Roxy, you’re drunk. You need t--.”

  She started raising her voice. “I mean, is everyone in your family just like Zane? Some fucking moody and unpredictable bastard from hell?”

  “I’m sorry you feel that way, Roxy.”

  She slid off my bed. “Well, I’m not having any of it. And I’m sure as hell not staying here if I’m not welcome.”

  “Roxy, you really need to stay put. You’re--.”

  “I’m fine. I can get a cab and go home.”

  “I’d really feel better if someone were watching over you.”

  She glared up at me. “Yeah, and I’d feel better with a dick between my legs. But, we all know how this night’s going to end, and it’s not in my favor.”

  At any other moment in time, I would’ve slammed her against the wall and claimed that foul mouth as my own. If it had been any other woman in any other scenario, I’d already have her tied down to my bed with a vibrating wand between her legs just so I could watch her orgasm while I shed my suit. But, this wasn’t just any girl, and this wasn’t just any scenario.

  This was Roxy. My employee. A woman who was growing into a dear friend.

  And the last thing I needed to do was fuck that up.

  “I know you’re upset. But, you’ve had too much alcohol. Look at you. You can hardly walk in your heels.”

  She slid out of her heels. “Fine. Whatever. Tell yourself whatever you need to in order to make yourself feel better. But I’m outta here.”

  “Roxy, wait!”

  She stumbled over to my door and ripped it open before spilling out into the hallway. I rushed for the door and watched her jog for the elevator; her heels gripped tightly in her hands. Everything inside me wanted to go after her. I wanted to scoop her up, swing her over my shoulder, and spank that ass for ever having dared run away from me. But, as she slipped into the elevator and turned around, I saw the hurt on her face.

  You always hurt them, Clint.

  “I hate you!” she yelled.

  I saw a tear streak her cheek just before the elevator doors closed. But, even the doors didn’t mute the hysteria in her voice.

  “I wish you wouldn’t have even come to the casino!”

  I backtracked down the hallway and raced down the back stairwell. I jumped from level to level, launching myself over the railing and dropping onto the concrete slabs beneath me. I slammed through the ground level door just as the elevator doors dinged to my left. I pressed myself into a corner, watching as a murmuring Roxy tore through the front lobby. People stared after her like she was crazy, and I still wanted to drag her back into my apartment. Damn it, how I wanted this woman to stay just one night with me.

  But, I knew seeing her Monday morning wasn’t going to be fun. So, there was no need to make anything worse.

  Still, I followed her outside. I stood in the shadows, watching, and waiting, and making sure she flagged down a cab driver that didn’t look too suspicious. I perched in a corner and drew in silent breaths, watching as Roxy wiped away tears from her face.

  It broke my heart that I had made her cry. However, I also knew I’d made the right decision. There was a reason why officers weren’t allowed to fraternize with those enli
sted below them in the Navy. And there was a reason why I didn’t allow my bodyguards to screw around with Roxy, or Angela, or any of the other girls I employed at my business.

  Things like that never turned out well. Favoritism always reared its head. And there was always a broken heart in the mix, no matter what people did to prevent them.

  “I’m sorry, Roxy,” I murmured to myself.

  Then, I watched her fall into the backseat of a cab and drive off. She was drunk, crying, and angry.

  Way to treat the birthday girl, asshole.

  10

  _____

  CLINT

  Monday couldn’t have come around soon enough, because all I did for the rest of the weekend was lay around and feel sorry for myself. Oh, and I desperately tried not to think about Roxy. Every single part of me wanted to call her and see how she was feeling. Every single part of me wanted to send her flowers, or have her favorite foods delivered. A small part of me even wanted to show up with a bottle of wine at her doorstep. I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t know where she lived, or her phone number. I had her contact information on my work phone for emergency purposes. And while I knew this wasn’t exactly a work emergency, it felt urgent nonetheless.

  Still, I resisted the urge.

  I mean, thinking about Roxy was much better than thinking about the fucking military. But, in my mind? It was close to the same red flag ‘danger’ warning. The second I heard my alarm blaring at five in the morning, I leaped up from the couch. I stretched my arms over my head and bent forward, feeling my back pop into place. I’d been up for an hour already, not that sleep was kind to me in the first place. If I wasn’t thinking about Roxy while I was awake, she haunted my dreams while I slept.

  She and those wondrous curves of hers taunted me over and over.

  I cracked my neck and stretched my arms across my chest. A good morning workout before a cool shower would do me some good. I changed into some shorts and a raggedy t-shirt before slipping into my tennis shoes, then I started out the front door.

  But, during my entire run, all I thought about were the tears in Roxy’s voice.