The Billionaires Club by Sky Corgan

want that,” his
tone softens.
    “ Why not? That's what I paid
for. The men here are a free for all, are they not?”
    He chews his bottom lip, looking
sinfully handsome as he formulates a response. “I'm a jealous man.
I don't like to share.”
    “ I don't like to share
either, but you went and fucked your client for that night, and I
didn't say anything about it.”
    “ I didn't have a client that
night,” he sighs. “I had the night off.”
    “ So are you saying you just
came here to see me?” My heart skips a beat at the
prospect.
    “ Yes. I was genuinely
worried about you.”
    “ Oh.” I feel like a complete
bitch for saying anything to him. That still doesn't excuse the way
he acted though. “You do have other clients right now?”
    “ Is that really what you
want to talk about tonight?”
    “ No. Not really. I just want
to understand why you don't want me sleeping with other people when
I'm clearly allowed to.”
    “ You're not allowed to.” He
shakes his head.
    “ What do you mean I'm not
allowed to?” I crease my eyebrows in confusion.
    “ I'm not allowing it. While
you're here, you're mine. And I'm not allowing it.”
    “ You don't make those
rules.”
    He crosses the distance between us
again, and though my body tenses up, I don't move. He cups my cheek
with his hand, drawing my face towards his. “I don't think you
understand how desperately I want you. When I saw you with him . .
. When I thought about what you might have done with him . . . It
tore me apart. Please tell me you haven't fucked anyone else while
you've been here.”
    “ Why does it matter?” I ask,
feeling weak.
    “ It matters. I need your
body. I want it to belong to me and only me.”
    His warm breath caresses my face before
his lips meet mine. His kiss is earnest and needy, and my body
responds without my consent. How I've missed the feel of those
lips. Being deprived of them is like being deprived of oxygen. His
kiss awakens me, but it also fills me with a strange sense of
sorrow. He's weaving the fantasy again, playing with my
emotions.
    “ I don't think I can do this
anymore,” I tell him as our lips break free from each
other.
    “ You say that every time I
see you.” He smirks, placing a hand on my inner thigh and rubbing a
tight circle there with his fingertip that's slowly inching closer
towards my sex.
    “ I mean it.” I grab his hand
and push it away. “I know what this place is. Everything you say,
it's to build a fantasy for me. I know that's what people come here
for.” I turn from him, gazing out the window at the moonlight. “But
I'm too emotionally fragile for this. I was finally getting fine
with the idea that it's all about sex. But when you came to me on
Tuesday . . . I can't play this emotional ping-pong game. It might
not be real for you, but it's real for me. I can't pick apart lies
from truth. I can't act like what we do doesn't change how I
feel.”
    “ Is it so bad for you to
feel something for me?” He brushes my hair behind my
shoulder.
    “ Yes, because it's
one-sided. You're going to break me before I leave here, and I
don't mean physically.”
    He leans back then, taking in the full
weight of my words. A strange sense of relief rushes through me.
He's finally starting to get it.
    “ I want you, Tessa. It
doesn't have to be anymore complicated than that.”
    “ Good. If you can promise
that it won't be anymore complicated than that, then I think we can
still do this.”
    “ Then let's do this, and
don't worry about anything else, okay?” His fingers whisper across
my shoulder, pinching the strap of my gown and pulling it down.
When I don't pull away, he takes the initiative to move closer,
leaning in to place fluttering kisses on my skin.
    It's just sex, I tell myself, craning
my neck for his touch. And it's the best sex I've ever had. If we
just call it what it is, I can get through this. A few more weeks
of pleasure and not having to worry about attachments. We both
acknowledge