Dr. Mitchell: Billionaires’ Club Book 1 (Billionaires’ Club Series)

As we left the club, I saw Clay and Joe giving us devious smiles, and it told me that my guys had set this whole thing up. I held on tightly to Jake’s hand as he pulled me out to where his car was covertly parked.

I was a giggling schoolgirl, and I didn’t care. The man sporting his jeans and a button-down shirt was unraveling me inside. How was it that he and I were meant to be like this? We had been completely done. Over. And like that significant moment of seeing him after a year with dad’s heart attack, we were thrust back together again. Just when all of my fears came true, and I witnessed firsthand that he and I were from two separate worlds and wouldn’t work out, here I was, running toward Jake’s car with him.

We were two souls that were born to be together. Two souls that had found each other on a higher wavelength than I think either one of us truly understood.

Jake pulled me around, my back leaning against the car he’d just unlocked. He captured my face with both of my hands. “I love you, Ashley Taylor,” he said sincerely.

Before I could respond, his lips captured mine, and we resumed our consuming kiss. I loved hearing his groans when his kiss was aggressive like this. I was out of breath, and my head was spinning when his lips went to my neck and lingered there before massaging down my cleavage. As he worked his way back up the center of my chest, his lips grazing my collar bones, his hands slipped under my dress.

“Jake,” I said, running my hands through his messy hair. “You’re killing me.”

He chuckled and intertwined our hands together. “I’m not sure you’re going to be able to handle me tonight.”

“I think that might be the other way around.”

We took off in his car moments later, him not letting my hand go even while shifting gears. I laughed as I looked at his somber expression. “You can let go of my hand. Please, don’t get us killed.”

He smirked and kissed the back of it. “I’m never letting you go again, angel,” he said. “And besides, I drive a million times better than you so I can work with distractions and still get us to my place in record time.”

“Really?” I said, reaching my hand over his hard cock. “Can you drive with this distraction?”

“I’m managing just fine,” he said, sighing and gripping the steering wheel tighter.

I teased him by fighting with his zipper. “And this?”

“You bring my dick into this situation, and I’ll definitely concede,” he said with a ragged breath. “I want you so bad.”

“I want this,” I said, as he turned into a gated community of mansions.

It was the only thing that stopped me from progressing farther. I’d seen the beach house and the unbelievable homes that neighbored his Malibu house, but this? Holy hell, this was where they all hid.

Jake’s car snaked through the neighborhood of multi-million-dollar homes, each one gated inside the gated community. Jake’s house sat at the end of this particular street, his gate opening as soon as it recognized his car.

“Damn,” I said in awe, his driveway looking like it was a street of its own. Beautiful lamps lined the road that cut through manicured lawns, leading to a mansion that sprawled across the top of the hill his home sat on. “So, this is your house in the Hills, huh?”

“I almost sold the place,” he said and looked over at me as he parked the car on the curved driveway in front of his home. “Clay talked me out of it.” He smiled at me and then stepped out of the car.

I was out soon after him and taking his hand. “Why would you sell this place? It’s private—Good Lord, it’s beautiful here.”

“I associated it with my past shitty life. I always insisted on being a reckless dumb-fuck, but then I lost you, and I hated coming back to this place. It was the one home you’d never been to and I lost all attachments to it.”

“You’re insane.” I laughed as we walked into what I’d like to call the freaking governor’s mansion.

“Maybe.” He smiled, watching me take this place in. “Per Clay’s advice, and the reason you’re the only woman to see this house now, I had all the furniture replaced and walls repainted. The place was due for a small renovation too. The kitchen counters and sink were remodeled to match the beach house. I’ve always loved cooking at the other place, but never enjoyed it here.”

“Is that my…” I saw the picture I’d painted for him but never gave it to him because I hated the way it turned out. “Jacob Mitchell,” I scolded him when we walked into a formal living room that was filled with mahogany leather sofas, chairs, and portraits, all situated in front of a large fireplace that was carved with a stunning wood mantel to set it off. Above it was that portrait I’d tried to recreate for him. This time, I saw it under a beautiful light that shined down on it from the ceiling. It looked so different—and real.

“You can almost see the water shimmering under the sun you painted,” he said, putting an arm around me. “When I saw you captivated by the ocean, it was angelic. It’s why I took the picture and challenged you to paint it for me,” he said.

“The way I used the brush strokes to spread her hair out, it’s practically an illusion, and it’s screwing with my eyes under this light.” I looked over at his proud grin. “It looks like the wind is slightly blowing her hair.”

“Your hair,” he said. “I can finally say that now without seemingly sounding like a creepy ex-boyfriend.” He laughed. “And yes, your strokes in that portrait,” he pulled me into his chest, “and in other ways, are well worth more than a million dollars, I might add.”

“Oh, yeah?” I teased.

“Come on. Let’s go to my room—unless you’d care for a tour of the house?”

“What if I wanted a tour of this house?”

He chuckled. “Easily done. I’ll fuck you in each room, the sauna, the pool, the spa, and the wine cellar. I’ll never sell the place after that.”

“Slow down, cowboy,” I teased.

“I’ve prayed this moment would happen.” He brushed his lips over my nose. “Never once did I believe I would get a third chance at getting you back into my life.”

Our eyes went into that trance of hunger, and I smiled when he audibly called for music and the lights to dim, and then classical music played in the background.

“What is this, a movie?” I laughed.

“It’s me and you, angel,” he said, not playing along with my jokes anymore. “That’s what this is.”

Without another word, Jake had me cradled in his arms, and I buried my face in his neck, kissing him and tasting his rich cologne. I craved this man.

He set me down in a massive room filled with masculine touches that matched Jake’s personality. I went directly to slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Slow,” I said, looking into his dark eyes. “I want to relish all of this.”

“You and me both,” he said as I pulled down his shirt, and he instantly took off his undershirt.

I ran my hands over his muscular chest. “You’re so beautiful.” I leaned in, and it was my turn to worship his body instead of him always taking the lead.

He stood still, his breathing showing me what I was doing to him while undressing him. Once Jake stood there like a perfectly carved statue, I stepped back, not taking my eyes off him. His eyes left mine when I slowly undressed in front of him. He made me feel so beautiful and so secure about everything as his eyes lovingly stared at my body.

He licked his lips and shook his head. “Now what?” He smiled. “We’re going slow, and as I imagined it, we’d been done with round one by now.”

I silenced him when my hand went down and started stroking him slowly, his precum already dripping as I resisted tasting his delicious body. I stood on my toes, Jake’s hand slipping behind my back and over my ass while I nipped at his bottom lip. He fell entirely under my control, standing there with his soft groans sending electric sparks between my legs. His mouth slowly captured mine as I ran my lips over his.

I was coming undone with the gentle way he kissed me, his eyes locked onto mine, and the moans when I squeezed my hand over his large tip. “I need you inside me,” I said, kissing his chest and directing him toward the bed.

Jake and I crawled onto the bed, lost in a desperate kiss again—Jake was holding back for sure. He let me stroke him while he stood there patiently as opposed to an aggressive, unleashed kiss and strong hands all over my back and my ass. The guy would tear me apart right now if I let him.

I rolled him onto his back, and he instantly fixed his eyes on mine, running a hand over my breast while his eyes followed it. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as I worked to line his hard cock up to my opening.

I watched as Jake closed his mouth, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as I slowly used his massive cock to stretch my entrance, feeling more than just ecstasy as I buried his cock deep inside me.

I started to slide up and down, feeling his cock rubbing against my spot, but staying focused on Jake, who reached over his head into the pillows, thrusting himself up into me.

“Fuck!” he barked. “Goddammit. Baby, you feel so fucking good,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’ve missed this,” I said as I started moving my hips faster, feeling him deeper. I might just come all over his cock if I wasn’t careful. “Feeling you inside me again.”

Jake’s hands gripped my waist, slowing me down. His eyes met mine while he licked his lips, “I’m going to come inside you, angel. You have to go—”

I took his hands from my waist and intertwined our fingers. He gripped them, closed his eyes and moaned when I started moving my hips in circles. “Look at me, baby,” I said through uneven breaths. He did, and I smiled, “You’re first this time, not me.”

“Fuck you’re so amaz—” Jake’s groan sent shivers through my pussy and throughout my body as he jerked his cock up into me. “I’m coming,” he moaned in utter ecstasy. “Fuck me,” he panted, following multiple cuss words and groaning.

He flipped me over and ran his tongue under my neck and chin until his lips met mine. “I’m still hard. I’m riding your pussy over the edge.”

I reached for my clit, and this time, Jake let me. “Fuck, you are hard.”

“I have a feeling I’m not done for a while,” he smiled. “Come on, angel. Squeeze my cock with that pussy. You’re so fucking tight and wet. You feel so goddamn amazing,” he said, pumping into me.

“Right there,” I breathed out. “God, yes.”

I removed my hand from playing with myself after Jake used his magic touch, and his cock found my G-spot. “Fuck yeah, baby. Move that hand. I’m on it, aren’t I?”

“Yes.” I was practically hyperventilating when Jake’s lips sucked on my hard nipples, and he kept rubbing his softening cock on the most sensitive spot in my body. “It’s been too long,” I admitted.

“Way too goddamn long,” Jake said, bringing his face to mine while holding my leg up so his cock could work my spot. His eyes were so hypnotic and beautiful. “Let it go, angel,” he whispered.

When I came, it was so intense that I saw stars. Jake moaned and froze as my sex clamped down while I came with intense pleasure and satisfaction. This was so long overdue. I couldn’t help but smile at his dazed eyes once I regained my focus.

“Holy fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come. I love you, angel.”

“I love you, Jake.”

Slowly and gently, Jake and I reunited our body and souls where they had been torn apart for far too long. The way his strong body moved over mine, his expression when he gripped my waist as I rode him hard, him always finding the spot inside me that sent me over the edge every single time—all of it. It was us, moving in harmony and relishing in what we loved about being together, and finally, I had peace for the first time in what felt like forever.

It was three in the morning, and we both were still wide awake but curled into each other and staring like a couple of happy fools. “Stay with me,” he finally said. “Don’t leave me and go back home or wherever the fuck you were before I saw you tonight.”

“I have the week off of work.”

His eyes roamed away from mine. “And then?” he asked, looking toward the corner of the room.

“And then maybe we see if we can survive a long-distance relationship?”

“Ash,” he said, brushing my hair from my face. “I can’t do long distance, not with you.”

“You work long hours. I think we can pull it off. I’ll come down on the weekends, or you can come up.”

“I’m not fucking losing you again,” he said, more serious.

“I just moved into an apartment.” I laughed. “I finally achieved something on my own.”

“Um, I believe your artwork proves you did that a long time ago,” he said. “If you don’t want to stay with me, then use the money to stay closer—down here.”

“Jake,” I tried to be reasonable. “Let’s start like this.”

“What do you think about taking the boards out today?”

“Surfing?” I laughed at the kid I found in Jake when it came to his crazy impulsiveness.

“Why not?” he said, sitting up. “I still have your wet suit. It’s all at the other house.”

“Jesus, you’re not going to stop, are you?”

He leaned over and kissed me. “I could fuck you for the entire week you have off and demand you stay with me, yes. But to take you out this morning—early like this—I think you’ll enjoy experiencing the water while the sun comes up.

“Let’s do it,” I said, feeling just as excited as I was when I got my man back.