Croix wasn't kidding about being ill. I spend the rest of the week with Raj as my sidekick. He comes into The Billionaires Club every day to pick up Croix's slack, not that there's much of it.
It's not until Friday that I get to see Croix again. He shows up for work the last half of the day and then invites me over for dinner. When I get to his place, dinner seems to be the last thing on his mind. He can't keep his hands off of me. We eat side by side, the same as we did with the spaghetti, though this time, I have my own plate. Baked salmon is on the menu tonight. It's soaking in a lemon butter sauce that I'm not particularly fond of, but I don't complain. The food is free and expertly prepared, so I'll eat it.
All throughout the meal, Croix's hand never leaves my thigh. Every time I look over at him, his eyes speak of nothing but lust.
“Someone is frisky tonight,” I tease him.
“Aren't you? It's been about a week.”
“Has it been? I hardly noticed.” I act disinterested, though a smile keeps tugging at the corners of my lips.
He gasps in mock shock before brushing his nose against my collarbone. “Are you saying you didn't miss me?”
“I'm not saying that.” I glance down as his hand begins to wander up my skirt.
When he reaches the V between my legs, he lets out a short laugh. “You're not wearing any underwear.”
I turn to whisper to him, “The easier access, the less time it takes for you to be inside of me.”
He pushes his chair away from the table abruptly and stands, gazing down at me with the cockiest smirk I've ever seen. “Oh, you are so going to get it now, Raven Tarley.”
“Am I?” I pivot just enough to face him, challenging him. “How am I going to get it?”
“You're going to get my cock buried so deeply between your folds that you're going to taste it coming out of your mouth.”
“That would be rather impressive,” I chuckle.
“I don't aim to impress. I aim to make good on my words.” He bends, scooping me into his arms with ease.
There's a giddiness running through me that I only feel when I'm with him. I haven't felt this way about someone in a long time, and I hope that the feeling never goes away.
***
“Croix, I can't,” I whimper as he drives his tongue into me. My hand is fisted in his hair. He's already brought me to climax twice. Once with his fingers and once with his mouth.
“I'm pretty sure that you can.” He kisses my inner thigh, allowing me a chance to catch my breath.
“I want your cock.” I curl and uncurl the fingers of my other hand in the sheet below us. I've wanted him inside of me from the moment he pulled his boxer briefs down and I saw him standing at full arousal.
“And I want to taste you more.” He slides his tongue between the seam of my sex before circling my clit with the tip. A shiver rolls through me, settling at my core. I'm already so sensitive, but I know that he's far from done with me.
“Come here,” I beckon to him, giving him my most seductive gaze.
He crawls up my body, his skin brushing against mine. I can feel the firmness of his manhood pressing against my thigh. I wrap my arm around him and rake my fingers up the back of his neck, resting my hand on his nape. The way he's looking at me makes my body ache with desire for him.
He reaches up to drag his index finger over my lips. My scent is heavy on his skin. I flick my tongue out to tease his fingertip, and he smirks.
“And I thought you said you'd hardly noticed it's been a week. Your body sure notices.” His hand trails down my chest to tweak one of my beaded nipples.
“I hate it when you tease me.” I pout.
“You love it, and you know it.” He leans down to kiss my collarbone, shifting his body on top of mine. I spread my legs for him, more than ready for what's to come. “Tell me you love it.” He kisses a path to my nipple before sucking it into his mouth and gently clamping his teeth down, crushing the sensitive nerve endings and making me writhe beneath him.
“I love it,” I respond in a breathy whisper.
“That's a good girl.” He grabs a condom from the bedside table. Within seconds, he's sheathed, kneeling between my legs looking like a picture of masculine perfection. “Now it's time for your reward.”
***
“I wish Raj would get on the ball and volunteer already.” Croix sits at his desk staring at his computer screen. It's one of the few mornings that Raj hasn't come into the office. I guess that means it's fair game to talk about him.
“What does it matter now? We filled our list of billionaires.”
Being on the morning show had some unexpected benefits. Not only did we book all fifty promo reservations, but we also got a slew of requests from men wanting to volunteer at The Billionaires Club. Granted, not all of them were billionaires. There were several millionaires who I would have been more than happy to bring on, gorgeous men that any woman would kill to sleep with, but Croix insisted that we stay true to the name of the club. Billionaires only.
With all of the volunteer slots filled, I don't see why he thinks we need Raj to volunteer.
“Diversity.” Croix taps his cheek with his index finger.
I grunt in reply. He's right. All of the billionaires are Caucasian except for one. There's not much variety in the mix. Now I can see why he wants Raj, but I can also see why Raj doesn't want to do it.
“We have to respect his wishes,” I remind Croix.
“I know. Still, it's not like his parents would find out. He already volunteers here for administrative tasks. It's not like they'd know if he slipped one of our clients the big one.”
My mouth falls agape and laughter bellows out. “Croix! That's horrible.”
“What?” He chuckles at my reaction.
“The big one? Really?”
“I'm just speculating.” Croix holds up his palms in surrender. “I've been to his condo. The guy has Magnums in his bedroom.”
I roll my eyes. “I'm pretty sure most guys just carry those around to look impressive. Few actually need them.”
“I've also seen him pee.”
I nearly choke on the sip of coffee I just took. Croix is quickly getting me addicted to it, though I only drink it when he makes it for me.
“Are you telling me you look at other guys' penises in the bathroom?” I raise an eyebrow.
“No one ever purposely looks. It just happens.” His expression is innocent. It makes me want to crawl under his desk and molest him. There are other people working here now, though. We have reservation specialists downstairs training with some of the staff that Bruno sent us from the California location. Gone are the days when we had the place all to ourselves.
I shake my head at him. “You're something else.”
“Something else that you like, I hope.” He makes grabby hands at me.
I round the desk and allow him to pull me down onto his lap. “Something that I like a lot,” I confess.
“Good. I'm glad.” He lets out a contented sigh. “I couldn't be happier with how things are going right now with everything. I can honestly say that there were points in time when I didn't think this would all come together. It's kind of surreal knowing that we're only a few weeks away from opening. Soon, the dream will be a reality.”
“A sex club for Florida,” I joke.
“A sex club for Florida.” He nods, pleased with himself.
***
“We're not going to a strip club!”
Maybe asking Raj for suggestions on where to take Croix for his birthday was a bad idea. Considering that was the first thing out of his mouth, I was better off just sticking to my original idea of dinner and a movie.
Raj beams at me. “Why not? Not interested in some healthy competition.”
Healthy competition? What in the fuck is wrong with him? Any woman who touches my boyfriend inappropriately is going to lose a hand.
“I was just joking, Raven. What kind of a man do you take me for?” He gives me a sly smile.
“The kind with an inch worm between his legs that does a lot of his thinking for him.” I'm unabashed by my choice of words.
Raj's jaw drops open for a moment before he recovers. “Well, that's just rude. And I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends. But suggesting something like that just puts me in a bad mood,” I grumble
“What did you have in mind?” He leans over my desk, resting his forearms on it, his back straight like a table.
“Not a strip club,” I huff.
“I know.” He gestures for me to continue. “What did you really have in mind?”
I suppose we could still go to dinner and a movie, but that just seems lame, and I don't want Raj to feel like a third wheel.
I drag my tongue over my bottom lip, taking in the chocolatey remnants of the protein shake I had for lunch. “I guess a club is as good as anything.”
“Sounds like fun.” He stands, tapping his fist on top of my desk. “We can dance the night away.”
“Of course, I'll have to check with Croix first and make sure he's up for it.”
When I had originally asked what he wanted to do for his birthday, he had no opinion, saying it was just another day to him. Birthdays have always been special to me. At least, they were when I still lived in California. I've never understood people who don't care to go all out celebrating them. To each his own, though.
“Of course.” Raj nods. “Whatever we end up doing, it's sure to be a night to remember.”