A Billion to One (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 2)

“Look who’s here.”

They all turned to see two more men they knew. Each one smiled and waved, and then looked at Chiara. Why she felt on display like some prize, she didn’t know, but then Cash and Zane excused themselves and pulled her along with them, away from the crowd.

Chiara took a moment to look Cash and Zane over as they explored some of the other art on display for auction. It was hard to concentrate and reply to guests she knew who said hello, thanked her for organizing the event, and asked her questions about future projects. Cash and Zane remained by her side, as if they were her personal escorts. She sure hoped that they weren’t being this friendly and staying so close just to act as her security. But she had to admit, she felt really safe, and very sexually aroused between them.

Both men looked stunning as usual. They wore designer suits this evening, with bold-colored shirts under the black blazers. Zane wore a dark eggplant-colored one and Cash wore a baby-blue-colored one. Both men looked like they’d stepped out of a men’s fashion catalog.

“So how did you get involved with volunteering anyway?”

She focused on the gift baskets and other items being donated by hundreds of companies and stores across Manhattan.

Trailing a finger along a spa basket, she started talking. “It was my mom who got me involved with volunteering.”

“Your mom passed away, right?” Zane asked. She looked at him, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and nodded her head.

“It was only two years ago. She died of cancer.”

“That’s rough to go through. I’m sorry for your loss,” Cash told her then moved his hand from her waist and took her hand. He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them softly. Their gazes locked, and she swallowed hard.

“I appreciate that. Thank you.” She started to pull away, but Cash wouldn’t allow it, nor would Zane.

“Let’s walk around, and find a quiet place to talk,” Cash suggested, and they began walking together. They made their way through the crowds of people and down a long hallway to a private balcony.

“Come on, let’s get some fresh air.” Cash opened the door and the three of them stepped onto the patio. She closed her eyes and held on to the railing that overlooked the city streets below.

“This is beautiful. The cool air feels good,” she said. Then she felt an arm move around her waist and Cash turned her around and stared down into her eyes.

“You’re beautiful. This is so bad, but I can’t wait. I can’t not know.” He lowered his mouth to Chiara’s.

* * * *

Cash didn’t know what had come over him. His talk with Zane on the way over here tonight left them wondering more and more about Chiara. They knew they should resist the attraction, but it wasn’t possible. Even now as he stroked her tongue and mouth and devoured her soft purrs, he felt the need for more. He wanted to caress her breasts and learn firsthand how large she was and how hard he could get her nipples. She was kissing him back, and then Zane pressed up against her.

“Relax, Chiara. We’re going to

go slow. We’ve wanted to kiss you, taste you, and touch you for the past week. It’s time,” Zane said and Chiara loosened up slightly, an indication in her body language that she was willing to at least explore this attraction.

Cash cupped her cheeks between his hands and kissed her deeply. He knew that the balcony was open to the public and wouldn’t take a chance of someone walking in on them.

As if reading his mind, Zane whispered, “I’ve got the door.” He moved to the side.

Cash walked Chiara backward a few feet until she was pressed against the wall. He moved his mouth off her lips to her cheeks and neck as she caressed his chest and tried to run her fingers through his hair. She could hardly reach all the way up there. She was that much smaller than his six-foot-four-inch frame.

“Oh God, we shouldn’t be doing this.” She panted. Her lips were swollen, her eyes filled with desire, and he needed more.

“I need more, Chiara. I want more,” he said then covered her mouth again. The kiss grew deeper and wilder in no time at all. She was kissing him back, rubbing her delicate hands up and down his back, and he hungered for more of her. Adjusting his stance, he separated her thighs, the silky, short cocktail dress easily moved aside for him. He caressed along her shoulders and neck then lower to her breast. He cupped one. She jolted against his lips, but instead of pulling away, she pulled him closer, using his hair and the collar of his shirt. Their little modest beauty was a wildcat.

He just couldn’t seem to get his fill. He could take her right here against the building. He could release the wild, hard, needy cock from his pants and shove into her to the hilt.

He pulled from her lips.

“Damn, Chiara, I want you. I want to taste you, touch you.”

She stared at him, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving up and down. She looked so sexy and in need.

“I want more, too. But this is too much. I don’t do things like this.”

He gave her a small smile. “I know that.”