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  The Billionaire’s Game

  Billionaire’s Game Series.

  Box Set

  Tara Raine

  Mahogany Publications

  Copyright © 2014 Tara Raine

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  Chapter One: The Itch

  Tanya always thought it was called fantasy for a reason; because it was just that, a fantasy. Yet here she was, living one of hers, and she could see from his piercing blue eyes that he was intent to please. Tanya could feel his hard-on against her hip. In spite of herself, she couldn't stop from rubbing her backside against it. The man grunted and with a heavy hand he bent her over the edge of the sofa. She felt her body heat a little as he began to gyrate against her in slow thrusts. Tanya could feel herself getting wet and their clothes weren't even off yet! Nothing could keep back the cry that escaped her parted lips when his hands found her breasts. His hands quickly moved back to caress her aching nipples and this time it was from beneath her shirt. He pinched them through her silk bra, causing a shock of sensation. With a mewing sound, Tanya began to quicken her backward motions. She felt ready for more.

  The man must have sensed her eagerness but instead of giving her what she wanted, he decided to be a tease. Tanya felt frustrated as his hands slowly slid back to her hips.

  “What do you want?” the man asked, pulling her flush against him as he ran his hands lightly towards the edge of her short skirt. Was he really going to make her say it aloud? The answer was evident from the way he continued to toy with her hem. Tanya couldn't believe herself, but at the moment she didn't care.

  “You,” she replied, tossing a quick glance backwards; unable to maintain eye contact. His stare was intense and devouring. She had never been with a man like him before. His pleasure at her response was demonstrated with the reward of his hands finally moving. Feather light, his fingers found their way to the edge of her damp silk panties. He grazed past, lightly touching her center.

  Tanya rocked her hips forward against the hand playing with her in an attempt to get more. However it was foolish for her to think a dominant man like him would relinquish any control. The excitement of everything was amplified by the fact that she was fooling around with someone who obviously had an extensive amount of skill with women. Usually she didn't get to sleep with someone who was this superb in bed, but she wanted this so badly. She couldn't help the cat-ate-the-canary smile that appeared on her face. Tanya gasped. His fingers were no longer on the outside of her panties and the other hand had pushed her shirt up to play with her nipples. He knew she wasn't focused on him and was letting her know it. “Aaahhh,” Tanya’s cry of need filled the room as the man's fingers started to caress the folds of her pussy.

  “God, you feel so soft,” he said. Tanya felt herself start as he once again pulled his hands away. You have got to be kidding me, Tanya thought, but the biggest smile broke out on her face as the man effortlessly flipped her over. She loved being man-handled in the bedroom. She loved the feeling of vulnerability and Tanya now felt more exposed. Her brown body was slightly arched over the edge of the sofa and her silk clad pussy was no longer hidden, but instead offered up now that the hem of her tight skirt had partially ridden up. The man's fierce gaze was zeroed in on it. His hungry stare made the anticipation all the more overwhelming. Tanya wasn't used to this much response from a man and it had her body melting. He took fate's invitation and began kissing his way up her legs. His lips left a trail of sweet kisses that ended at the center of her body. As he glided upward, his long black hair tickled her skin. When Tanya felt the weight of his lips reach her barely-covered clit, she bucked her hips.

  The man smiled as he backed away and started kissing her again, this time starting from her belly button. His large, rough hands squeezed her thighs once before moving past his kissing lips and lingering on both of her nipples. Tanya let out a small gasp when the man pinched one of the nipples between his front teeth in a playful bite before releasing it and moving his mouth greedily over to the other nipple to do the same.

  “Jesus,” Tanya said. “Oh please. Yes.”

  She felt foolish for a moment being so turned on, but quickly got over it as she heard the sound of the man's zipper. He pulled his throbbing cock out and started to rub it against her still-covered sex. The hardness of his shaft was a pleasing contrast to the silk of her panties. The sensation gave her body a thrill.

  “These are in the way,” the man announced, giving no hesitation as he ripped her panties out of the way. The bold move made her wetter even as he repositioned his cock on her clit, sliding himself down through pink folds of her pussy. She engulfed his throbbing, purple cock head. The man's whole body shivered, moving him even closer to her entrance. She wasn't sure who made the final choice but suddenly his head was pushing into her. Instantly her body mimicked his shiver of pleasure. She couldn't control it. Her hands shook like she had tremors of some kind and her legs began to spasm back and forth in little kicks. He felt so good. So good in fact that she could barely contain her moans and yelps as he used short pushes of his hips to slowly work his entire cock inside her. It wasn't easy but with each thrust he gained ground. She was still surprised it went so well considering how well he was hung. She had been with other men who were just as well hung but they had to expend considerably more effort to get their cocks working into her pussy. It must have been because she was so turned on. This man just seemed to know just what buttons to push and for exactly how long.

  Her partner leaned forward and passionately began to kiss her. At first she was surprised by the action, but then gave into it. The feel of his soft lips was so different than the rest of him. Part of which was inside her body. He then slid his tongue into her mouth, matching the movement of his tongue to that of his hips. She was loss to the chaos of feelings as he tweaked her nipples and started rhythmically thrusting into her. By instinct Tanya spread her legs open wider she so that would find himself deeper inside her pussy. She loved the way his cock could hit her cervix with every hard thrust. Every time his big prick tapped the back of her pussy stars exploded across her vision and her eyes would roll into the back of her head. Five minutes into fucking Tanya could barely speak, her sentences degenerated down to pretty much nothing more than groans.

  Her partner appeared to be loving every second of it. At one point he slowed down his thrusts and held her face in his hands. Delicately, he bit along her bottom lip while he continued to bury the length of his rock hard member into her. It was in that moment that Tanya knew she was going to climax and climax hard. She could feel it building up, a tightening sexual energy that would eventually culminate in her pussy clenching around his cock as her body convulsed in waves of ecstasy. When Tanya opened her eyes all she saw could see was her vision getting blurry. All there was for her at the moment was the feel of this man's body. He would fuck her absolutely senseless even if she climaxed and she knew it. She knew that she wasn't far off from having one of the best orgasms of her life. The man read her body language, hiking her legs up onto his shoulders. Her arching body coupled with her own thoughts sent Tanya into a frenzy.

  “Faster, baby,” Tanya managed to say before streaming out a string of demands. “Give it to me faster. Harder! Please! More! Don't stop!”

  There was no stopping or hiding her body's strong reaction. Tanya could feel herself getting closer each time her partner thrust into her with the full force of his cock. When Tanya finally started to climax her whole body tried to cur
l into the fetal position, but the man held her arms firmly against the sofa as she bucked, moaned, and swore, losing herself in ecstasy.

  Afterward, while Tanya laid beside him still sweating and panting, her thoughts once again returned to her or maybe it would be more accurate to say her brain had returned. She wished it had stayed dead a little longer. She didn't want feelings of anxiety to ruin her after sex glow. It wasn't that Tanya regretted her actions. That sex was unbelievable. It was that she couldn't stop herself from wondering how long it would be before her husband found out. If he found out at all. Tanya hoped for the latter. She didn't know how he would react to her fucking somebody else. Probably not well. Probably not well at all.

  That's how life goes sometimes, though. Tanya figured that if she had to step out on her husband every once in a while to scratch a particular itch, then so be it; besides what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. That was one of the things that had made this night so much fun. The fact that she knew that she wouldn't get caught or on the flipside there would be consequences and retribution. The secretive way she went about it satisfied the feeling that comes with new relationships; the feeling that after a while of being with someone fades. Tanya knew when you get to closer to someone the anticipation wears off naturally. Maybe that's why she had climaxed so hard. This man was still very much a mystery to Tanya. The unknown that laid between them gave her something that being with her husband no longer could. Tanya decided not to continue down the thought path of self-evaluation. She lifted her head and snuggled closer against her lover's chest; letting everything else fade away.

  Chapter Two: The Move

  Two Months Earlier...

  Even though it was still morning, the heat of the Houston summer was already to the point of suffocation and it wasn't even eleven yet. Tanya tried to ignore the beads of sweat sliding down her forehead as she helped Brent carry box after box down the stairs. Tanya's new husband was helping her move out of her third story apartment complex and into a waiting moving truck. She was finally going to live at Brent's mansion in Arizona. It wouldn't be any cooler, but at least Brent had a pool and it was dry heat. The Texas humidity would not be missed, although it did have Brent's shirt clinging to him in a way that Tanya found very enticing.

  Tanya had met Brent six months ago when the news station she worked for decided to run a piece on sexy billionaires. She was more than happy to do the job. Tanya only hoped that their egos didn't match the size of their wallets. Luckily, Brent had been at the top of the list and after the interview was over he insisted that he get some time off camera with Tanya. She only agreed after they had spoken at length on film. His responses seemed genuine and he was charming in a way Tanya didn't think she would have been into. Her instinct had not been wrong. The time they spent off camera had been a breath of fresh air. It had been awhile since she had dated a guy she could see having a future with.

  Sure enough, one thing had led to another. Brent swept her off of her feet and won her heart. Now they were married. Although the ceremony hadn't really happened yet. They were waiting for a year or so to pass. The biggest reason being that neither one of their families had the time. So waiting seemed like the right thing to do. They wanted the people they cared about to be with them on such a special day. That, and of course Brent wanted to avoid a media circus. Their names were bound to start showing up in gossip magazines because he was well known in the media for his philanthropy.

  “Hey honey, do you need any help carrying that box?” Brent asked Tanya as he passed her on the stairwell.

  “No, baby, I'm all right,” Tanya said.

  She smiled sweetly at him as he passed. Tanya loved how considerate Brent was. It wasn't limited to acts of chivalry either. Brent had already gotten her a job at the local news station in Arizona. After they had gotten married, he'd asked her what she wanted to do with her life and she'd told him that she wanted to continue her career as an anchor woman. She just thought he was curious.

  Brent was more than happy to hear that. As a successful business person he felt that the most important thing for a person to have inside of them was the drive to make themselves better even when maybe they really didn't need to. He hated it when people were just satisfied with what they had, when they don't want to press forward.

  “That's how people end up sliding backwards,” he explained to her one day. Tanya wasn't sure what to make of Brent's new age motivational talks, but she knew that she loved him. She wanted to be with him and was glad that he felt the same. All while supporting her in her career of choice at the same time. She was super lucky; she knew that. She had never even heard of any other woman experiencing anything remotely close to what happened between her and Brent. In fact, most women she knew, weren't even trying to have careers anymore. They choose instead to be meek, modest little housewives that didn't do anything besides what their husbands wanted them to do. Tanya was thankful that wasn't her life.

  Tanya made it to the front door of the complex and muscled the box to rest on her hip while she pushed the door open. Her body was slammed with a blast of the heat once she was directly under the sun. She couldn't believe how hot Texas got sometimes. Although she knew that it wouldn't be any better in Arizona, it seemed like a promised land. Like something far away that might exist, but her life experience kept telling her probably not. Tanya fought those feelings though. She knew deep down that it did exist and that it would be a reality for Brent and her. She couldn't wait to start her life with him.

  Pushing her thoughts to brighter pastures, Tanya stepped up into the truck. Her thighs burned and chaffed. Bracing herself through the pain she walked across the creaking truck bed and found a place on top of a small stack to put down her box. Her arms seemed to ache more once she'd finally set it down. Sighing heavily, Tanya turned around, jogged out of the truck, and back into the building. All the while, despite the physical discomfort, she hummed a cheery tune. The comfort of knowing the future of her relationship was only getting better afforded her this. And it couldn't have come at a better time.

  Over the last few years, she had reoccurring days when she couldn't stop herself from wondering where her life was headed. Even though Tanya really liked her job as a news anchor, it was pretty obvious that, unless she got out of Houston, things were never really going to take off for her. The pool was crowded. Too many attractive female anchors were eager to please and willing to wear whatever plunging neckline was asked of them. Every time someone switched on a television at a bar or restaurant it seemed to Tanya that the screen was filled with some busty news bimbo that hadn't even gone to school for Journalism. They'd tell the good people of Houston the news while interjecting their opinions right and left about politics and sports. No matter how many of them got fired for putting their foot in their mouth on television, the bimbos just wouldn't shut up and state the facts. They always had to throw in their two cents, not understanding what news is really about or for.

  Tanya was so glad that she would be able to start over in Arizona. She didn't know if the television industry would be that much different there, but she was excited to find out. It would be a change at the very least. She entered the apartment smiling. Brent was waiting for her with his hands on his hips.

  “You look like you could use a shower,” he said. The look in his eyes suggested that he meant more than just a shower. She couldn't stop herself from giggling like a teenager in response.

  “But we need to finish moving the rest of my stuff out of here!” Tanya protested.

  “We have all day for that,” Brent said as he took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. Tanya wanted to keep protesting, but she was sore. It had been her idea to not hire movers. When Brent offered she had been tempted, but declined. She was still unsure why. Maybe she wanted to show him she had drive and wasn't just a meek housewife.

  Feeling herself boldening as Brent turned on the water, Tanya took off her shoes. She walked over to the shower, stripping out of her yoga pants as sh
e walked. Brent had his eyes on the seductive way she removed her pants, leaving her standing in nothing but a sheer, mesh thong. The teal color was striking against her darker skin. Tanya knew it drew attention to what she considered one of her best features. Tanya decided to tease Brent with this very same feature by bending on to get a towel from a nearby box. She let her eyes linger on Brent as he began to pull his shirt of his head. Brent’s thick blond hair and blue eyes were beautiful, but his body was downright art. The man was like Adonis in the flesh. Flesh Tanya couldn't wait to lather up. She felt sexy under his direct stare. Wanting to give him and herself something to remember Texas by. …or maybe it's because of something…ha, more like someone else, she thought to herself. Tanya did something she had never done before. She stepped under the showerhead while she still had clothes on. She smiled evilly when she heard Brent’s sharp intake of breath.

  The tank top she had been wearing was white. Now it was as see-through as her thong. Her bra a matching set with the thong offered little else to block Brent's view. He must have liked want he saw because he was naked and next to her in shower in what seemed like an impossibly short length of time. His eagerness sent shockwaves of pleasure through her as she adjusted to the wet sensation of her clothes. They were heavier and pulled on parts they didn't before. The material clung to Tanya's skin in a new, intimate way. She liked it. Brent did too. His cock was a massive, unyielding rod. The water streamed down it waves. The sight made Tanya lick her lips out of habit. Brent saw it and followed her eyes to his wet dick.

  “Go on. Touch me, honey,” Brent said as his hand guided hers towards his aching head. Tanya reached her hand out slowly, barely brushing the tip of his cock. The warm water made the movement smoother, more erotic. Tanya raised her eyes to meet Brent's, giving him her best innocent look followed by biting her bottom lip. The sight caused Brent to groan. He reached his hands up towards her breasts. The warm water in contrast to the cold air made her nipples hard and extra sensitive. Tanya lost a little bit of control when Brent's fingers expertly rolled her nipples between his fingers. Her light brushing switched to a firm grip as she involuntary arched into his hands.