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

“I’m just asking, baby. We’re clean.”

“Are you sure?” she asked with a shaky voice. Cash pinched her nipples.

She turned toward him, shocked by his move.

“Very sure,” Cash said.

“I don’t have time to explore this ass right now, baby, but I will when we get to our place.”

“Uhm…I don’t…I don’t know if…”

Zane caressed her hair then cupped her head and tilted her face toward him. He kissed her on the mouth while Cash continued to play with her breasts. Zane released her lips then scattered small kisses against her cheek. He stared into her eyes.

“Have you ever taken a dick in your ass, Chiara?”

She felt like something had clogged her throat. This man, these two men, were completely different than the men she was used to dealing with. They spoke of such intimate, naughty things like they were common occurrences.

“I take that expression and silence as a no,” Zane said, and his eyes seemed to appear darker from the knowledge.

“Everything will be just fine,” Cash whispered.

“Yes, it will,” Zane said, and she felt his fingers and knuckles move along the crack of her ass. When he got to her pussy, he pressed a digit up into her.

“Oh.” She shot upward, only for Cash to pull her back down. Zane still held her hair and head so that she was forced to look at him.

He stroked her pussy from behind, even though he was kneeling halfway on the seat next to Cash. His other knee and thigh were on the floor. However he did it, he was able to keep his eyes locked on hers as he stroked her pussy.

She closed her eyes and tried to turn away from him. It was too much. Too sensual, and she felt too connected. This was a fling. A one-night stand and nothing more than just sex.

“Open your eyes. We want to see you when you come,” Zane demanded. Cash spread his knees wider, causing Zane to gain better access to her pussy. She felt the cool air hit her anus, and thoughts of Zane touching her there suddenly didn’t seem so terrible. His fingers were thick and long, and she could only imagine what they could do to her. His strokes were deeper. His thrusts, hard. She held his gaze, she felt the perspiration reach her brow, and then Cash pulled her nipple.

“Oh God, Cash, Zane, please,” she said in more of a moan. She almost closed her eyes. Zane’s grip was hard, almost painful, but somehow it added to the entire erotic episode. She was in a limo with two sexy, hot billionaires and they were having their way with her body. They hadn’t even had sex yet and she’d come two times, like never before in her life.

“That’s mine and Cash’s. All your orgasms belong to us. No one else, Chiara. No one,” Zane said as he eased his finger from her pussy and kissed her softly on the lips. She felt Cash’s hands adjusting her dress, and then Zane was zipping her up.

No. Don’t stop touching me. I want more.

She was shocked at the disappointed feeling. She wanted them. She was going to do this and there wouldn’t be any regrets. Not ever.

“Look at me,” Cash told her as Zane moved back into the seat across from them. Cash’s eyes appeared glazed over. She could feel his hard cock under her.

“You are so fucking sexy when you come. It’s a beautiful sight.” He kissed her once then fixed her lipstick and then her d

ress. He caressed a strand of hair that had come out from her updo, then smiled.

The car came to a stop.

They were at their place. That was why they had stopped. How the hell did they time that so perfectly?

As she thought about it, she realized this was a reminder to whom they were. Two billionaires, sexy, gorgeous, available, and they could have any woman they wanted, when they wanted her. Tonight she was it. This wasn’t allowed to mean more. She couldn’t allow the connection she felt and saw in both men’s eyes while they had their way with her make her forget the reality of this. But as she gave herself the reality talk, Zane and Cash escorted her out of the limo and into the high-rise.

People looked at them. These two men just kept walking, each with a hand at her lower back. One or the other opened doors for her then escorted her up to the penthouse suite. They were kind, classy men, who knew how to treat a woman in and out of the bedroom.

This wasn’t her. She wasn’t this kind of woman to just have sex with two men she hardly knew in order to satisfy an urge. But something deep within her gut yelled that this meant more and it shocked her. As they welcomed her to their home, a stunning penthouse suite with very exquisite furnishings and artwork, including things she loved, she made a promise.

Don’t do something stupid. Take this for what it is. A good night, a good time. Sex with no strings attached, and whatever you do, don’t go falling in love with them.

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