“I think we need to talk again,” I tell Anders as he pulls me into his suite on Monday night.
“We can talk later,” he says as he closes the door behind us and then aggressively presses me up against the wall, taking my wrists and pinning them above my head. I can feel his arousal against the sheer dress I'm wearing, begging for me to spread my thighs for him. His manhood feels good there, like it belongs inside of me.
“I want to talk now,” I breath.
Silently, my body begs for him. His free hand pulls the top of my dress down, allowing my breasts to spill over the front. He bends to take one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and forcing my protests to turn to moaning. There will be no talking now. I can see that.
“I want you so badly. All I've been able to think about is you.” He moves to kiss a trail up the side of my neck as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. I can hear the neediness in his words, and it only turns me on more. “I haven't been able to think about anyone else but you.”
“Is that so?” I practically giggle.
“That's so,” his voice is dead serious, sending fluttering happiness through my chest.
“I've missed you,” I dare to say while he's busy hiking up my dress. I wiggle my hands out of his grasp and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.
“I've missed you too.” His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me hungrily, stifling any reply I might make. I savor the taste of him, groaning into his mouth. His lips move deftly on top of mine, kissing and nibbling and taking what's his.
“I need to fuck you right now. I can't wait. My body can't handle it.”
I hear a condom package ripping, and when I look down between us, he quickly sheaths his dick. Just seeing him hard fills me with a strange sense of accomplishment. He's so wanton, and it's all for me.
He grabs one of my legs and pulls it over his hip. Then he pushes my panties aside and seeks entry. I keep my hands draped around his neck, watching the lusty look on his face as he focuses on joining our parts. I cry out when he bucks forward, filling me to the hilt.
“So good,” I whimper as I rest my head against the wall, melting into him while he begins thrusting.
“Fuck, it's good,” he breaths, embracing me tightly for better leverage.
His scent is intoxicating. The feel of his business suit on my fingers, exquisite. Of course, I much prefer the smooth feel of his skin and hard muscle. But the fact that he needed me so much that he couldn't wait to undress is thrilling. I've never felt more desired by a man in all my life.
“Oh God,” I scream as he angles his hips and picks up the pace.
“You're so fucking hot.” He crushes our lips together, kissing me deeply while one of his hands slips between us to rub at my swollen clit. I gasp when his finger touches me, my body already on sensitivity overload. It only takes a few more brief thrusts before he's sending me over the edge to that special place that no one else has brought me to that quickly before. His hands are magic. His cock is magic. I don't understand how he's able to do this to me over and over again.
“Oh yeah, come for me, beautiful,” he says against my lips, and I do, my body squeezing tightly around him.
He presses into my depths, spearing up into me until I fear he has no breath left. I love watching him as he fucks me. He's so sexy. The way his lips are slightly parted. Those amazing lips that I love to kiss. That lusty look in his eyes. He's sinfully beautiful when he's inside of me.
I rest against the wall and enjoy the ride. My body feels wrecked as he consumes and conquers me, fucking me into blissful oblivion.
Finally, he reaches his limit, and I hold him against me as he stills, his heavy balls emptying into me. I moan as he comes, loving that my body can give this gift to him.
“Fucking amazing,” he pants against my shoulder.
“Yes.” I nuzzle my face affectionately against his neck. I enjoy him entirely too much. Am starting to like him entirely too much.
The feelings flowing through me right now . . . They're not like they were in the beginning when we just met. I'm starting to fall for him. I hate that it's happening, but I can't seem to stop it. I want him. I want more than this from him. What does he want though?
“What will I be to you once we're outside these walls?” I ask him after he's pulled out of me and is taking off the condom. It's important that I get this question in before he kicks me out, because he usually kicks me out of his suite right after sex.
“What do you mean?”
The fact that he's playing stupid deflates me. He knows exactly what I mean. With a sigh, I realize I was naive for ever hoping it would be anything more than just this. Stephanie was right. He's designed to hurt me. Maybe I shouldn't see him once I leave The Billionaires Club after all.
I brush past him before he has a chance to open the front door and usher me out. He follows me into the living room and then sits down right next to me, scooping my hand up in his. This isn't like him at all. He's never tried to hold my hand before. I can't help but stare down at our coupled hands, dumbfounded.
“What am I to you once I leave here?” I decide to try the question again, refusing to look up at him.
“You're the girl I dream about every night.” His words make me swoon, but I don't quite trust them.
“But you still continue to volunteer here,” I say hesitantly.
“I'm a busy man.”
My heart sinks from his broad deflection. “I don't think I can handle you being so busy.”
“Maybe I'll be a little less busy . . . for you.” He kisses my cheek, and I close my eyes, relishing his lips on my skin. Even the slightest touch is amazing, especially when combined with the feelings now flooding through me.
“So you'll be mine outside these walls?”
“I will be yours, and you will be mine.”
It's far more than I could ever hope for. Does he sincerely mean that he wants to be with me, that he would be willing to give this all up for me? Maybe fairytale endings do happen. Who would have ever thought that I'd meet my Prince Charming at some swanky sex resort.
“Did you know I think about you every single day I'm not with you?” he says, sounding completely genuine. It takes everything in me to hide the smitten grin threatening to spread across my lips. He weaves our fingers together and spreads them before curling his hand around mine.
“I didn't know that,” I confess. “I think about you everyday too.”
“Did you know that sometimes I think of you when I jack off in the shower at night? You're just that amazing,” he purrs against the side of my face, and I giggle, feeling almost lightheaded from these sudden admissions.
“I didn't know that either.”
“I want you to think of me when you pleasure yourself,” he tells me before nibbling on my earlobe.
“I already do.” I shiver slightly, letting the grin shine through. I'm so happy right now that it's almost sickening.
“I want you to belong to me, Tessa. Every part of you. And I don't ever want to let you go.”
***
Even though I swore to Stephanie that I wouldn't get attached to Anders, I fear it's already too late. He's such a smooth talker, so kind and sweet. It's odd to think I've fallen for a man I've known for less than a month, especially in this strange situation.
He said he'd make himself less busy for me. While I didn't ask for details, I can't help but wonder if that means he's going to give up The Billionaires Club once we start dating in the real world. He'll have to if he hopes to keep me by his side. It bothers me enough that I know he's still sleeping with other women while I'm here. It's part of his contract though. He can't exactly just walk away whenever he wants to. Or can he?
It's not worth losing sleep over. I won't see him again until Thursday. Perhaps we'll talk about it more then. He's gotten really good at talking with me lately. Things aren't how they were before. His interest in me must be genuine if he's willing to take that extra bit of time.
When I see Stephanie and tell her the joyous news, she just rolls her eyes at me. It upsets me that she won't even pretend to be happy for me. Just because she's older doesn't necessarily mean she's wiser. She doesn't understand what Anders and I have together. What we're starting to have together. I can't wait to get out of this place and watch it bloom.
I even pony up the nerve to tell Evelyn about it over the phone. At least, she's delighted for me. She squeals in disbelief, saying she can't believe I scored me a handsome billionaire. It feels weird not being able to tell her anything about him but his first name and how good he is in bed. The rest will all come in good time though.
Just one more week and a half, and I'll be home. The Billionaires Club will seem like a strange fever dream, and I'll be stepping back into the real world. Except I'll be bringing part of the fantasy with me. I'm also hoping that Stephanie will still want to be friends, but judging by the way that she's been acting lately, I'm not counting on it.
Even though our friendship seems a bit iffy right now, we still meet up everyday to go down to the pool or the spa. We're buddies like that, at least here. And even if she doesn't particularly enjoy my company on certain days, we give each other someone to talk to.
I head down to meet her as usual, and Ryan is working the front desk. Even though Anders made it clear he doesn't want us talking, I decide that he doesn't own me. Besides, Ryan is sweet, and it gives me someone else to have a conversation with besides Stephanie.
He greets me with a smile, though he's seemed a bit wary of me ever since Anders drove him off.
“Hey you,” I say cheerfully, deciding to spend a few minutes hanging around the front desk since I'm early for my nail appointment.
“Hey Tessa.” Whether he's pretending to be busy or not, I can't tell. He's sitting in a chair inputting numbers into the computer and barely even glances up at me.
There's a blonde woman leaning against the counter a few feet away. She's facing the door to the building and is tapping a manicured fingernail on the desk impatiently. Occasionally, she casts a glance towards the elevator. Something must have really pissed her off. I quickly decide it's best to avoid her gaze.
“How's work going?” I ask casually.
“Work is work.” He looks exhausted as usual, and a bit annoyed. I can't help but wonder if he'd rather I go away.
“What time do you get off?”
“Eight again. I came in late today though.”
“Oh. I had fun the other night when we were talking together.”
“So did I.” He offers me a weak grin.
“Hey,” a familiar masculine voice says behind me. I cringe at the fact that I just got caught talking to Ryan again. But when I turn around, Anders walks straight past me and goes to the blonde woman. He doesn't even look in my direction, as if I don't exist. He simply puts his hand delicately on the small of her back, and they walk outside together.
My good mood fades as they disappear through the automatic glass door. It's a painful reminder that I'm not his only client. That he's sleeping with other women.
It's just temporary, I remind myself. Temporary until I get out of here. Once we start dating outside of The Billionaires Club, he'll give all of this up. I'm certain of it.
“Another one of his clients,” I say, nodding to the door like it didn't phase me at all to see them together like that.
“No.” Ryan shakes his head.
“What do you mean no?”
“That was his wife.”