Billionaire Romance Box Set: The Storm Romance Series Part 1-10: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Read online

  “I’m Kayla. Well Michaela, but I like to be called Kayla. How do I know you’re not an ax murderer?”

  “Well, first of all, you can look at my hands,” he said as he held up one of his hands. “See how smooth that is? I have never even held an ax.”

  I laughed so hard I would have fallen over if Matthew hadn’t been holding onto me.

  “I don’t go home with guys I don’t know.”

  As much as I really would have love to go home with him. I was beyond a mess and didn’t really think being taken to his house in that condition was a good idea. I had puked and still felt ill, I needed a bed desperately.

  “Kayla,” he said with a wicked smile, “I’m going to take you to my apartment. I’m going to let you take a shower and I’ll give you a shirt just like this one, but that is clean. I’m not going to try anything with you. I’m going to let you sleep in my bed and I’m going to sleep on the couch. That’s what’s going to happen right now.”

  Matthew didn’t wait for me to answer as he wrapped one arm around my waist and used the other to steady me. We walked for about two blocks before we went into a building. It was a fancy apartment tower and I couldn’t help but look around in awe. I had been right about him, he was rich for sure.

  When the elevator doors closed, I felt his body move closer to me. His hand squeezed my waist toward him and I wanted more. The feeling of his hands on my body sent electricity through me like I hadn’t felt before.

  “Let’s get you into the shower,” Matthew said as we walked into his very large apartment.

  I looked over at him with a smile. Oh, I was just fine with him taking a shower with me. In the light of his executive penthouse apartment, I had decided he was a good guy after all. No ax murderer could afford a Rolex and a penthouse. Plus there was just something about him. He was friendly, funny and had a smile to die for.

  I instantly thought about Ted Bundy and how all the women he murdered had probably thought of those same descriptors. But Matthew was different, I couldn’t describe exactly why, but he was personable and he wasn’t a murderer. I knew it.

  “I meant, I will help get you settled so you can take a shower,” he gave me that half-smile that had so much more behind it.

  He sat me down on the bench in the bathroom and he left for a minute. I glanced around the room and couldn’t believe I was about to take a shower in there. The bathroom was enormous. That one room was larger than my entire dorm room that I had spent the last four years living in.

  “Here,” he said as he handed me a freshly pressed white business shirt almost identical to the one I had on as a dress. “Or if you would prefer.” The other shirt he handed me was a white undershirt.

  “Thank you,” I said as my eyes looked at the ground.

  He pulled open the drawer under the sink and there were about a dozen new toothbrushes and other various women’s hygiene items. Suddenly I felt way out of my league. This guy had women stay over at his place so often that he had a drawer just for them. Shit!

  “I’ll leave you to it,” he said with a smile as he pointed to the shower.

  He walked backward out of the bathroom with his eye firmly planted on mine. It was an odd sensation to have a man look you in the eyes so directly. Especially since I was dressed so seductively. But that’s what made me want him. And oh did I want him.

  Matthew was like no man I had ever been around. He was confident, dark, but also funny. His good looks automatically made me feel like a middle school girl with a crush. Maybe I had imagined him looking at me with lust, but I could have sworn he did. Perhaps he was just a nice guy. I hadn’t been around too many of those so it was hard for me to see one when they were right in front of me.

  ***

  The shower felt glorious and I took full advantage of it. My tiny dorm room shower only allowed for five minutes of hot water before you were forced out. To stand underneath scalding hot water for a whole twenty minutes was as close to heaven as I had gotten in the last four years.

  I tried to think about what I should do now. Should I try to flirt with him? He was so sophisticated and worldly looking; certainly he didn’t need some college girl throwing herself at him. No. I needed to keep my wits about me. He was just nice.

  It was much more likely that he didn’t want me to get attacked in the streets overnight and he was being a nice person and offering me a place to crash. I probably just imagined the look of lust that I thought I saw in his eyes. Surly a man like him didn’t need to lust after a college girl like myself.

  I had almost been attacked by a drunken man and Matthew was simply trying to be a nice guy. Obviously he didn’t get to where he was in life by being a jerk to women. No, I wasn’t going to throw myself at him. I would simply get dressed and go lay on the couch.

  “Do you feel better?” Matthew asked as I came out of the shower.

  My soaking wet hair dripped slightly onto the white t-shirt he had given me and I felt self-conscious that my nipples had started to harden with the touch of the water. But I tried to be confident; surely it wasn’t something I was good at, though.

  For the last four years I had been consumed with school and work. On one hand I could count the number of dates I had been on. My priority had been school, not boys. The girls I knew that got wrapped up in boyfriends ended up getting bad grades and none of them had good jobs lined up. I didn’t regret the life I had lived throughout college. But I certainly didn’t feel confident alone with a man; especially a man like Matthew.

  “Oh, yes. So much better. Thank you,” I said as I made my way over to him in the kitchen.

  “No more puking?” he said as his eyes looked toward the front door where his vomit covered shoes were. They looked like he had washed them off and were now sitting on a clean towel.

  “No more. I feel better. I’m so sorry.”

  “Oh, I’ve had much worse things happen to me. A little bodily fluid isn’t something I’m afraid of.”

  That crooked smile of his flashed and for the first time since I had met him I saw his gaze move down to my breast. Likely because my damp hair was turning my t-shirt into some sort of college drinking wet t-shirt contest. But I fought every urge to cover myself.

  A man like Matthew wasn’t going to go for a girl who wasn’t confident. Girl…I wasn’t a girl anymore. I really needed to stop calling myself that. I was almost twenty-two years old and on my way to work in Washington D.C. I was a woman and I needed to start acting like one.

  “Well, I feel better now. That spa you have there was pretty fantastic.”

  “You enjoyed the shower?”

  “Um, yeah. My shower is about two feet by two feet and hot water isn’t really a thing at my place,” I said as I took a sip of the coffee he handed me.

  Eye contact! Remember to make eye contact I told myself.

  “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Matthew said as he walked toward me.

  My heart jumped up into my throat as he came near me. His eyes were big and I definitely felt like they were filled with lust. When he stood next to me and looked down at my nipples as they shown through my shirt, fuck I knew I was in trouble.

  “Yeah,” I said as I found a little bit of breath to talk.

  It was hard to think straight with him standing there next to me. My mind raced as I tried to analyze the situation. But there was no use. I couldn’t analyze anything. All I could think about was how his lips looked like they were about to crush down and kiss me.

  My blood rushed through my veins in an effort to excite every last part of me. I had never even been that close to a man like Matthew. I certainly had never been the object of his affection.

  Was I the object of his affection?

  I had no idea. I felt like he wanted me. But he hadn’t really done anything or said anything that would make me know for sure. The insecure girl in me kept thinking that I was imagining him lusting after me.

  “Are you hungry? I don’t have much, but you could probably find s
omething to eat.”

  He opened his fridge and it was the saddest fridge I had ever seen. There were some breakfast sausages, kale, tomatoes, and eggs. Nothing else in the fridge at all.

  “Wow, are you on a hunger strike or something?” I said as I pushed past him to look into the giant floor to ceiling fridge.

  “I’m not home much.”

  “It’s a good thing; you’d probably starve to death.”

  He seemed amused by me and that drove me to try and keep the conversation going. Talking was something I could do. I loved to talk to people. I just usually didn’t also want their lips all over my body. I also didn’t usually talk to men that I had only met an hour before and already puked on.

  Damn, his lips though. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I couldn’t stop wanting them to press against my lips.

  “I can usually find what I want to eat when I want it.”

  My face went red. He said it like he wanted to eat me. Fuck. My mind raced with an effort at a good comeback, but I just couldn’t think straight. Everything about this man had me feeling so off center. I just stood there and smiled like some sort of weirdo.

  “What do you like to eat?” I asked in a totally unsexy way.

  I couldn’t believe my own words. I was like a child! He was obviously flirting with me and I kept talking about food. I didn’t deserve to have a guy like him if I couldn’t even come up with a good flirting game.

  He smiled at me and stepped closer.

  The fridge was opened and I stood between him and his very small amount of groceries. The cool refrigerator air made my nipples hard and I felt them as they stood at attention for Matthew.

  “I lied to you, I’m sorry.”

  “What?” I laughed. He looked so serious. “We only met an hour ago what could you have lied about already?”

  His eye focused onto my lips and I stood there shocked as he moved toward me. My lips sat half parted and totally unprepared for the kiss he planted on me.

  Slowly I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue into me. Our lips moved together and I felt my knees get weak at the taste of him. His hand reached up and passed by my breasts, but he stopped and let his fingers linger on my hard nipple.

  He squeezed my nipple between his fingers for just a moment before her let his hand continued the journey up to my cheek. As he placed his hand on my cheek, he pulled away to look at me.

  I was dazed. In shock most likely. He tasted so good I could have kissed him for days and days. I watched him as he took a deep breath and appeared to ponder what to do next. He looked at me like he wanted me so desperately he might explode. But something held him back.

  “I’m sorry I said I wouldn’t try to sleep with you. It was a lie,” he said.

  Suddenly he reached down and grabbed me by the ass and lifted me up to the island in the middle of his kitchen. I let out a startled cry and laughed. He picked me up like I was a rag doll or something.

  My hands rested on his biceps and I felt his strength. He was at least twice my size, probably around 200 pounds of pure muscle. At 6’2” or so he was tall but his stature seemed even more commanding because of his confidence.

  “Oh, you are going to try and sleep with me?” I giggled.

  “Fuck, that was a lie also.”

  “Why? You’re not going to sleep with me?”

  I couldn’t help but smile. He had a boyish grin that flashed as he held onto me. My bare ass on his countertop, his eyes even with mine.

  “I’m not going to try at all. I’m going to do,” he said with emphasis on the ‘do’.

  He pulled me back toward him and lifted me into his arms. My legs straddled him and my arms wrapped around his neck to support myself. Although he did just fine supporting me. I probably weighed less than the weights he lifted at the gym.

  Matthew walked diligently toward his bedroom and fell onto the bed backward with me on top of him. I couldn’t stop laughing. It was just crazy that he wanted me, but I wasn’t about to deny him.

  I was only a few days away from moving to Washington D.C. and would likely never see this guy again. Having a fun fling with him was just what I needed to feel like I had truly transitioned from a college girl to a woman.

  “Your face is flushed,” he said as his hand gently touched my cheek. “Are you nervous?”

  Fuck yeah, I was nervous. This was a man. He wasn’t some jock from college. This guy knew what he wanted and probably knew a lot more than I did when I came to sex. I was nervous as hell.

  “No,” I lied.

  I leaned down and kissed him in an effort to take control. I wanted to show him I was confident and willing to take what I wanted.

  His lips filled my body with lust that I hadn’t felt like that ever. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I would have said yes to anything he asked at that moment because my need for him had taken over any reasoning that I might have had.

  “Take off your shirt,” he ordered with a smile.

  He put his hands behind his head and just looked at me as I did as he asked. His deep brown eyes penetrated my defenses and I couldn’t keep eye contact with him. I quickly reverted to the shyness that I found comfort in. My eyes looked down at him.

  The smile he held on his face was childlike, yet he was such a man. He was probably close to forty years old, but he had aged very well. His hands looked like he had once worked very hard in life, but most recently appeared they were probably behind a desk most of the day.

  “Anything else you want me to take off?” I asked.

  “My shirt, my pants, just take everything off of us,” he grinned.

  His light-hearted way about him was appealing and fun. He seemed like the kind of guy you would want around if you were having a bad day.

  I slowly lifted his shirt above his head and left it stuck there with his arms in it. I moved down to his jeans and looked up at him as I undid the first button.

  He started to take his arms out of his shirt.

  “Oh, no, no, no. You keep those arms there,” I said with authority.

  He humored me and kept his arms above his head.

  My ability to take control in the bedroom was certainly not something I had tried before. But there was something about him that put me at ease and made me feel like I could go out of my comfort zone, at least for the night.

  For a minute, I felt like the sexiest seductress in all of Chicago.

  I let me eyes look up intently at Matthew as I unbuttoned his pants one button at a time. I slid them down just enough so I could see his bulge. Oh, it was a bulge too. My hand reached up and I felt the girth of him.

  “Oh, yes,” he whispered under his breath as my hand stroked against him.

  I couldn’t wait. My new seductress attitude had me in a hurry to see just what he was packing in that bulge of his.

  Slowly I pulled him out and watched as he sprung to attention. His size made me wet instantly. My mouth moved above him and I slid the tip of his cock between my lips slowly. He grunted with pleasure and I saw he had taken his arms out of his shirt.

  Deliberately, slowly, I teased him with my lips. I moved down his shaft slow and as deep as I could take him in. Then I came back up the shaft just as slowly.

  I watched him as he seemed tortured by my mouth. He kept closing his eyes and moaned with pleasure. It intoxicated me and made me feel powerful. A man like him being taken by a girl like me, it was a power switch that loved.

  My urge to show him that I wasn’t a little girl continued on. I moved from between his legs to the side of him. Then I straddled his face. If he wanted a take control woman, then that was exactly what I would give him. Or at least pretend to be that woman because literally I had no idea what I was doing.

  I moved my mouth up and down his shaft with a firmness that made his hips thrust up into the air. I used one of my hands to hold onto his balls and the other to help me stroke his enormous shaft. Harder and faster I moved until his lips touched my center.

  Suddenly I s
topped.

  The feeling of his lips on my pussy sent pleasure signals to my brain that made it impossible for me to keep moving. He moved his tongue and flicked it over me with such force that I couldn’t concentrate.

  “Oh, she likes this,” he said as I moaned.

  Without warning, he grabbed my legs and pulled me up to him. My pussy sat smack dab on top of his face. He held onto my thighs and prevented me from tilting back over to play with him. In fact, he held me so hard I couldn’t move at all.

  His lips, mouth, and tongue, sucked and licked me with forceful pleasure that I had never even come close to before.

  “Oh, yes,” I moaned as my body reacted to him.

  My brain was frozen and I couldn’t think about anything except the pleasure that he gave to me. My hips started to thrust with desire and I felt the building of an explosion. I tried to stop myself. I tried to calm the ecstasy that he delivered, but there was no way I could.

  As his hands held my pussy up to his face, I shook with an explosion of epic proportions. I tried to get away. I tried to stop the shaking that came from my body being so pleased. But he had a hold of me and wasn’t about to let me go.

  Again, without warning, he grabbed me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He let me lay there naked as he finished taking off his clothes. I heard him reach into a drawer and looked back to see him sliding a condom on over his cock.

  My desire, to feel his bulging girth inside of me drove me to press my ass into the air. I liked that he wanted to take me from behind. I wouldn’t have to look him in the face and give away just how much pleasure his body was sure to deliver to me.

  He grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him, but then decided against it. With one swift motion, he leveraged his hands on my hips and flipped me over onto my back.

  The vision of him as he kneeled over me with his bulging cock will never leave my brain. The muscles of his stomach were tight as he leaned down onto me.

  “I want to see you while I make you cum,” he said with that damn smile of his.

  “Oh, you think you’ll just be able to make me cum again?”