Journey to Fortune (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 4)

Oh, my God. This is crazy.

She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath.

“Jagger, I said to go slowly and don’t scare the woman. Let’s sit down, order some drinks and food, and talk,” Hudson said, and she nearly fell into the seat. Her legs were shaking, but her body was ready to be taken by Hudson and Jagger.

* * * *

Hudson couldn’t stop touching Tia Rose, and neither could Jagger. They sat beside her, caressed her hands, her thighs beneath the table, as they ate, drank, and talked about whom they really were.

“I can’t believe that you both live here in New York, too. Where exactly?” she asked as she took a sip of wine. Hudson watched her mouth sip at the glass, and then she lowered the glass and licked her lips as she looked back and forth between them.

“Manhattan. In a penthouse on Fifth Avenue,” Jagger whispered and then leaned closer, gently moving her hair away from her ear and cheek, so he could kiss her skin.

“You smell so good. Exactly as I remember.”

“Oh, God, what did you say that the two of you do?”

Hudson smiled, as he repeated Jagger’s move on her left side, as he kissed her ear and whispered.

“We’re entrepreneurs.” He hid his chuckle as he felt her shaking, and from his view above her, he could tell her nipples hardened through the form fitted dress she wore.

“Fifth Avenue is very expensive. Like millions of dollars a year for a penthouse. Um, what exactly are you two telling me?”

“You’re very smart,” Jagger stated, still kissing her neck.

“And very beautiful,” Hudson added, kissing her other side.

“I’m about to have a panic attack.” She held on to the table. Both of them moved away, and covered each of her hands with theirs.

“Just relax. It doesn’t matter that we’re billionaires.”

She jerked up toward Hudson. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and he had to laugh. “This isn’t funny. This is not happening. You two can have any woman you want. Hell, you could order the perfect woman from a goddamn menu. Why are you here with me?”

Jagger moved quicker than Hudson could as her words shocked him.

He turned her face toward him. Jagger cupped her cheeks and stared down into her eyes.

“You are fucking perfect for us. You’re better than anything anyone could pull off a menu, baby. We want you. We want this body. We want you in our arms every fucking day and night. You’re gorgeous, sexy, and everything we’ve ever wanted.” He kissed her hard on the mouth, and she held on to his forearms, kissing him back. When he released her lips, they were both panting.

“You’re not playing a game with me?” she asked, and Hudson could tell that she was serious. He wondered who had hurt her so badly that she couldn’t trust or believe them.

“Never, baby. Never,” Jagger said. Hudson placed his hands on her shoulders. He whispered next to her ear.

“We want you. We searched for you because we missed you that much.”

“We even got our friends involved, and thank God we’ve known Dante for years. When we found out that you were here in New York, we were thrilled,” Jagger told her.

“This is too much. I feel so confused,” she whispered.

“Honey, you’re coming home with us tonight. We’re going to spend the weekend together, and then we’re going to make some definite plans,” Jagger stated.

“Wait. I don’t want to be just some sex toy.”

Hudson chuckled. “Hell, woman, you are way more than that.”

“Wait, why do you want to be with me?” She was amazing. She really didn’t know why they wanted her.

“Because you’re meant to be ours. That weekend in Paris was the best weekend of our entire lives. I know that you’re scared and untrusting. We’ll get to why you’re so untrusting and insecure later. Right now you need to know that we’re for real. We want you in our lives.”