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  S: Are you in Boston already?

  E: I am.

  I knew that I had to tell him something.

  S: I am coming tonight and we’re going to talk.

  E: Please don’t. I’ll see you next time I am in New York, Sebastian.

  I waited for a response and set the phone down when there was nothing. I finished getting my clothes put away and added some of my things to the room for a personal touch. I put a collage photo of me and Mollie, my salt lamp that I bought before moving here, and my Bluetooth speaker. I looked around with a small smile before glancing towards my phone.

  “Emery?” I looked up when I heard Mom. “Phil wants to take us to dinner to celebrate your arrival. How does that sound?”

  “Great,” I replied as she looked around.

  “If you were planning to stay, I’d suggest fixing it up the way you want.” Mom left my childhood home behind in New York, though it was only a rental.

  “It’s beautiful, Mom.” The room was large with cream colored walls and pale pink curtains. It had a window seat and attached bathroom, the one that joined the room that Sebastian slept in when he was here. I smiled at the memory of him pinning me to the tiles and fucking me before I blinked it away. “You’ve done a great job with this place.”

  “It’s such a big house but Phil loves it. I just made the best of it.” We’d lived in a little townhouse together and I had great memories there.

  We went to the living room and chatted until Phil arrived home. He changed and drove us into Boston for dinner at a five-star steak house, where we ate and clinked glasses of wine together in a toast. It was nice.

  When we headed back to the house, I noticed that Sebastian’s car was in the driveway. I froze in the back seat and Phil pulled into the garage, telling Mom that he wasn’t expecting his son. We walked into the kitchen to see Sebastian drinking a beer in the living room and Phil called out to him.

  “If I knew you were coming, I would have held off on dinner.” He walked into the living room and Sebastian glanced up, meeting my eyes.

  “It’s okay. I just got here.”

  “What brings you here?” Phil asked as he took a seat on the couch. Mom followed suit, and I joined her, terrified of what he was going to do.

  “I came here for Emery, Dad.” Surprise crossed Phil’s face. “We met in New York and didn’t know that we were somewhat related. It was new, and I let her walk away from me because of that. I can’t keep doing that to protect you and Laura. We just started dating a little while ago, but there is something right about this. I’d like to keep trying, as long as I have your blessing.” He looked at Mom as my mouth dropped open.

  “I… well, you’re not related. I guess we can’t protest but Emery is…” I stepped forward as I realized what she was going to say.

  “Mom, it’s okay. I’m okay and we’re okay.” I stared at him as he grinned at me.

  They went to bed later that night even though Mom was twitching on the couch beside Phil. Sebastian led me to my room, and we walked in as I stared at him.

  “You are insane,” I told him as he smiled at me. “What are we doing here?”

  “I’d like to date. Exclusively. We had an odd start and I just want to get to know you.” He reached for my hand, squeezing it.

  “What happens in the future?” I asked as he shrugged.

  “We’ll play it by year. For now, we’ll visit each other in our respective cities. We’ll have fun and talk. You can tell me about your dad and I’ll tell you about my mom. We can watch our own parents be happy together and know that there is nothing wrong with this.” I laughed. “I’ll fuck you harder in New York than I will here. When we’re here, we’ll be quiet.”

  “Oh, God.” I pressed a hand to my forehead as he laughed.

  “We will try to take it out of this house.” He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and looked around.

  EPILOGUE

  Sebastian

  Somehow, we made it work. One of us visited the other every weekend, often with Mollie in town if it was my turn. I got to know Emery’s best friend well, and I liked her. She was protective of Emery the way that I was.

  We made good use of our time alone. I’d get a hotel in Boston and we’d stay up all night fucking. It never settled down and only got better. For the first time, I knew that I could be happy with one woman.

  Our parents accepted us once they saw that we were as happy as they were. They were fine with us staying at the house together after a few months, but we always kept it quiet. I preferred staying in hotels and my place in the city. I preferred to be alone with her where I could make her scream for me. She was a fucking amazing woman.

  I moved to Boston eight months after that night at our parent’s house. I got a job recommendation from New York to a great place in Boston and found an apartment that overlooked the water just like Emery liked it. She was rising to the top in Dad’s clinic and making a name for herself.

  It was a perfect life. Our second Christmas came around and by then, I realized that Laura was as into the holiday as Mom had been. The house was lit up everywhere and the tree was massive. There was a feeling of warmth in the air and I kept smiling as I looked on. This was my life and my family.

  After dinner and the new tradition of looking at the local Christmas lights, Laura fixed some eggnog, and we sat by the fire. It was fucking cold here in the winter. I waited until everyone was settled in and smiled at Laura before I looked over at Emery. Her hair was tucked under a red hat and she looked beautiful as she gazed curiously at me.

  “What?”

  I reached into my pocket and took a deep breath as I dropped to one knee. I couldn’t profess how we met in the beginning to anyone, but I could tell her how in love with her I was. I could tell Emery that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I could beg her to be my wife and I did as she cried.

  I slipped the brilliant square ring on her finger as she wrapped her arms around me. This woman was my everything, the air that I breathed. I never thought I’d care about someone the way that I did her.

  We started at an auction, but I decided to buy her for life.

  THE END

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  BOOK 1: ON YOUR KNEES

  I had heard of this mysterious place called Club Votre Désire —Club Desire— for years; a magical place where mega-rich men wined and dined and had their way with women so incredibly beautiful they once existed only in their dreams… But did Club Desire really exist? And if so, could someone like me actually go there to meet the man of my dreams...

  You think it’s easy being me? A young, good looking billionaire that women throw themselves at 24/7? Sure, it’s great having money and my pick of the ladies, but just once I’d like to meet a girl who wants me for me, not because of my huge bank account or the other huge asset that I carry around in my jeans.

  If I can’t meet a nice girl the old fashioned way, screw it, I’ll just have to get creative to get my rocks off. I’ll start a private club just for guys like me, rich dudes with more money than they could ever spend and desires that never get fully met by their wives and mistresses and girlfriends at home.

  I’ll fill the place with the most gorgeous women on earth who will do anything if the price is right. And I’ll personally audition every girl…

  Who knows, maybe I’ll bet lucky.

  Maybe one of these girls will be the one.

  Prologue: Isaac Hanson

  I woke up alone, or as alone as I could be with a nine-inch hard-on big enough to choke a horse. Well, a Shetland Pony, maybe. Sometimes, the damn thing was like having an alien attached to my crotch. It pulsated and throbbed with every beat of my heart when it first
awoke from its nightly slumbers.

  It was hungry.

  It wanted to be fed.

  I imagined it growling in a phlegmy alien voice.

  “Pussy… Ice… feed me pussy… now…”

  I yawned as I pushed up onto my elbows and forced my eyes to open. I felt the bed beside me. The sheet was cold. Was last night just a dream? Was she really here with me all night long? Doing all those filthy little things we did to each other or was it all just a filthy little dream?

  I grabbed the pillow next to mine and pressed it to my face and inhaled deeply. Unless dreams left the sweet scent of Chanel No. 5 on the pillow and the pungent aroma of sex on the sheet, it was no dream.

  She was here.

  I didn’t imagine it all.

  Everything we did, the hours we spent exploring each other’s bodies, touching, kissing, licking, sucking, fucking…

  It was all real.

  And it was fucking magnificent.

  I tossed the pillow aside and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I gave my cock a few strokes to pacify it and sat looking around the room. Her clothes were on the floor where I’d stripped them from her perfect body the night before. My clothes were in a pile next to hers. I could see my boots and her high heels littered in the hallway outside the bedroom door.

  The early morning sun was filtering through the smoked glass in the French doors that led out to the second-floor balcony, bathing the room in a warm wash of light that would have been romantic if I hadn’t been alone.

  I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and groaned as I got to my feet, then paused to stretch my arms toward the ceiling. My spine popped a little as I stretched, a faint reminder of my hard playing days on the MIT rugby team.

  Or was it a reminder of last night; a sexual hangover that had my entire body in need of a good steam and hot shower. Jesus, I was just forty-years-old, but I reckoned that my years as a sexual Olympian were behind me now.

  Too many nights of back room quickies and drunken missionary positions and easy fucking had taken their toll. That was just one advantage of being an eligible, well-hung, good-looking billionaire. Women offered themselves to me like desserts on a tray. I didn’t have to work for pussy anymore. It was just there. Always there. Mine for the taking. I didn’t have to work for it anymore. I’ll have you and you and you and…

  Easy pussy had made me soft.

  After last night’s gymnastics—and the promise of many more nights to come— maybe it was time to get back in real fucking shape.

  I chuckled as I yawned.

  Sometimes the shit my brain came up with just cracked me up.

  I cocked my ear toward the master bathroom door and listened for a moment. A smile came to my face when I heard her… humming.

  Yes, she was humming.

  Happy people hum.

  Satisfied women hum.

  My cock twitched as if saying, “Go get her, you stupid fuck!”

  “Patience, ET,” I said quietly, giving my balls a nice scratch as I padded across the heated carpet to the bathroom door. I pressed my ear to the door and listened for a moment.

  She was humming a song I knew but couldn’t place. It made me smile. Fuck, everything this woman did made me smile. I quietly turned the handle, found it unlocked, then pushed the door open to reveal a sight that nearly took my breath away. I’d had a lot of beautiful, naked women in this bathroom, but none like her.

  She was standing at the sink with a towel wrapped around her wet hair and nothing else. Her perfect body was dotted with little drops of water as if meticulously placed there by a great artist.

  The large bathroom was still steamy from the shower. She was on her tiptoes, leaning in toward the mirror, brushing her lashes with mascara. Her big breasts hung heavy on her chest; so round and milky smooth, her nipples in the mirror, hard and pink from the steaming shower.

  The muscles in her toned legs were tight. Her round ass was sticking out, facing me, open for business, baby. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight of her pink twat and puckered little asshole.

  “Good morning,” I sighed, moving in close behind her and sliding my hands around her waist. She leaned back into me and pressed her wet shoulder blades to my chest and put her arms around my neck. She turned her head so that I could press my lips to hers. We both had morning breath but neither of us cared.

  My hands went immediately to her melon tits.

  I squeezed her pink nipples until they turned dark red between my fingers.

  She moaned at the sweet pain and wiggled her ass against me.

  I bent my knees so my long cock could slide in between her legs.

  I could feel the heat of her pussy on the top of my shaft as her lips molded over the shaft and the head of my cock slid across her clit.

  I groaned in her ear as my hands slid down her flat stomach, across her shaved mound, my fingers meeting at her clit, rubbing gentle circles along the sides, feeling it harden between my fingertips, as I worked my hips back and forth.

  She cooed at me in the mirror and pushed her round ass against me.

  She told me to fuck her from behind while we watched in the mirror.

  I smiled and dug my fingers into her hips.

  I swear I heard my cock give a happy sigh.

  What a great way to start the day…

  Chapter 1: Isaac

  The freelance writer Influencers Magazine sent to interview me for what they called their “Influencers of the Future Series” was a blonde named Stacey something or other who had legs up to here and a pair of tits that dared me to try to focus on anything but them.

  She was dressed professionally in a pair of black slacks that hugged her long, thin frame, sensible shoes on what I figured would be exquisite feet (I’d sucked a toe or two in my time), and a short black jacket over a turquoise blouse that did little to hide the fact that she had a couple of world class double-D’s stuffed inside there.

  Being the horn, computer nerd that I am, I quickly calculated in my mind how long it would take for me to have her completely out of her clothes and bent over my desk should the opportunity arise. Six-point-two seconds, top to bottom, with most of that time spent removing the industrial strength bra that was keeping her big melons in place.

  I forced my eyes to remain on hers, although the allure of those tits was making it incredibly hard, like trying to look away from something you knew to be a miracle of nature.

  My tongue slid across my dry lips without my brain telling it to.

  My mouth filled with the taste of… what was that… milk?

  Wow, sometimes my imagination amazed even me.

  We were in my fifth-floor office at IDS, the tech company I had founded with my childhood pals, Denny and Sammy, almost fifteen years ago when we were all seniors at MIT.

  I was the computer hacker/nerd.

  Denny was the big personality/marketer.

  And Sammy was the level-headed business guy.

  It was the perfect combination of brains, bravado, and balls.

  We never fathomed that we were starting a multi-billion-dollar company way back then. It’s just how things worked out. I had a novel idea for a way to store data online and secure it from hackers. I wrote the code and built the site. Denny found our first customers. And Sammy somehow rolled it all into a formal business. He wrote the initial business plan that got us our first ten-million dollars in funding from a Silicon Valley venture capitalist over one long weekend while Denny and I were out partying.

  It wasn’t easy. We struggled at first, then, slowly, things started picking up and the next thing we knew, our little company was going public and we were all billionaires. Yes. Billionaires. With a B.

  Is this a great fucking country or what?

  We even named the company after ourselves. IDS, Inc. stood for Isaac, Denny, and Sammy, even though the rest of the world thought it stood for Internet Data Systems, Incorporated.

  Jesus, my mind wanders sometimes…

 
Where was I…

  Oh yeah…

  The hot blonde… uh… Stacey…

  She was sitting in a chair in front of my desk with her long legs crossed at the knees and her back straight, probably to counterbalance the weight of her tits (I minored in physics).

  She had an iPad resting on her thigh and tapped her long nails to the screen, taking notes as I answered her inane questions about the future of tech and this and that and blah, blah, blah.

  I’d been interviewed hundreds of times over the years. Interviews bored the shit out of me, but Denny insisted that it was good for marketing and Sammy said it was good for business, so I plastered on a smile, worked up what little patience I could, and gave them the answers they expected to hear. Nothing earth-shattering, nothing controversial, nothing too revealing about our future plans. It was basically, “All is well because IDS is on the job for our thousands of big clients.”