Preface
“The club holds many benefits. Financial connections beyond measure, a sense of security as we all keep an ear to the ground of any threats to each other, and of course, the comradery. With a sigh, I know the last reason is the one hurting me the most. I could find others to fulfill my other needs, but the companionship of women who truly understand me is irreplaceable…”
Before reading further in this novel, The Lesbian Billionaires Seduction, it's essential to know it is book two in a series titled The Lesbian Billionaires Club. Reading the stories in order is recommended as characters, such as Lila, Madison, and Claire, are introduced in book one. This is not a drop-dead requirement, however, as this novel can stand alone as an erotic romance. Please note the word erotic—there are many sensual woman-loving-woman scenes in the next hundred and fifty plus pages. If you enjoy reading erotic content, then this book will stimulate your senses and deliver a steamy sexy experience.
To help in the instance The Lesbian Billionaires Seduction is being read out of order in the series, here are a few key points to consider. Foremost, the stories in this series revolve around the life of a group of extremely rich, and therefore highly influential, lesbian women. They are fictional, and for fun, come from different parts of the globe to include, among others, the United States, Australia, and Hong Kong. Some key members to note are Madison, the American media mogul; Zena, from the middle east and the unofficial head of the club; Val, a key member from the old Soviet Union; and Chloe, the carefree Australian. Typically, they meet as a group a few times a year at exotic, but highly secret locations to enjoy each other's company. It allows them to relax and act like ‘regular people’ for a few hours. Unfortunately, by the end of book one, things for the billionaires are far from normal.
There are two intertwined plots in the first novel, The Lesbian Billionaires Club. The book centers on the story’s narrator, the billionaire codenamed Madison. A pillar of the entertainment industry, she is the manager to the managers to superstars of music, film, and a little of everything else. No one makes money without her getting a cut. A large cut.
She is being forced by the club to find a woman to settle down with. This leads her to Claire. Their relationship dance, including hot sex, is the primary focus of book one. As the story unfolds, however, it becomes clear someone is working at cross purposes with the club’s members. In fact, one of the most prominent members, codenamed Lila, is specifically targeted. How the club rallies around this threat is the second plot focusing more on intrigue, and introduces a billionaire villain, Georgia DeLane.
Going into book two, The Lesbian Billionaires Seduction, the series’ focus shifts to the European billionaire, Lila. After the events ending in book one, her well-being, even quite possibly her life, is in danger.
And so, The Lesbian Billionaires Seduction begins…
1
Holding the bouquet of red roses in front of my face, I tap the brass doorbell and wait. I'd like to say patiently, but the anticipation of what will happen soon makes me shift my stance. As always over the last three weeks, I am more than ready to see her. Sexy and sensual Alma. Courting her is delicious, and although I work too many hours in the royal guard’s secret service to partake in relationships often, I’m enjoying this one entirely.
When the door finally opens, I see it is worth the wait. Alma is wearing a man’s black suit jacket, open enough to let me peek at the black corset beneath it and matching stockings to mid-thigh. Already an ache builds between my legs, and I lick my lips wanting to taste her. She squeals with delight when she sees the roses, and when I look from behind them, she grabs my shirt and pulls me inside the house. “Jael, you are such a romantic,” she says kicking the door shut behind me and pressing her hungry mouth to mine. It’s true; I am ridiculously romantic and always have been. I believe a woman should be treated like a queen. Cherished always.
At the moment, though, my thoughts are less romantic and hungrier as I return her kiss with a passion of my own. When she parts her lips to invite me in, I ravish her mouth with my tongue. The moan that escapes her only thrills me more, and the kiss grows deeper. She is so eager for me I can barely contain myself, but I will. Always staying in control is critical to my line of work and carries over to my personal life. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm not ready to rip off her clothing and fuck her on the floor until she loses all restraint. That I am good at, indeed.
Breaking the kiss, Alma grabs the flowers and absently drops them on the table in the foyer. Other things are on her mind, and still holding me by the shirtfront, she leads me toward the stairs. I don’t mind. Initiating is what turns her on, but she knows when to be passive, too. I happily play along until we reach the staircase, and then I take her by the wrist. “Lie back,” I say, no room for argument in my tone. Her eyes widen.
“Here?” she whispers, and I know the idea of having me take her on the stairs is making her wet. The choice is something unexpected, and therefore, thrilling. She sinks to the steps halfway up the first flight.
Pausing, I smile at the sight. Dark hair in waves halfway down her back, and the suit jacket falling open to reveal her breasts captured perfectly in the cups of the corset. I look forward to freeing them later, to take one and then the other nipple in my mouth to suck and tease until she squirms. All in due time. “Spread your legs,” I instruct her, and she does a little. Just enough to show me she wears nothing to cover her swollen lips. “Wider.”
Tossing her head, letting the dark mane slip seductively over one shoulder, she gives me a sly smile. “And if I don't?” she asks.
I narrow my dark eyes. “Then I will widen them for you.” Moving closer, I run my hands down her thighs to her knees, only to easily push them further apart. She is no match for my strength, and Alma knows it. The demonstration of my power causes her to let out a small cry of excitement and pleasure. She loves this dance, and now I see all of her, pleased to find she took the time to shave for me. I love the feel of my tongue on the smooth skin of her lips. All the easier to tease her.
She bites her lip and gives me a coy look I know is only an act. I love it anyway. She went from initiating to inviting the minute I pushed her legs apart and left her exposed to whatever I want to do with her. I plan to do a lot and kneeling on the step between her legs, I lower my mouth to her neck and brush my lips over the racing pulse I find there. The temptation to nip is strong, but again, women are to be cherished, and not serve as my prey. Never would I leave a mark on her. Restraint is key I remind myself as I lower my face to the sweet spot between her breasts and breath her in. The desire in me is building, and I can tell she is growing restless, the wanting to feel me inside her matching my own need to fuck her. “Do you know what I am going to do to you?” I murmur as I move further down her body.
She gasps. “Tell me.” Alma loves to hear me talk while we fuck. It thrills her to have me describe my lust.
“Take you in my mouth and suck on your clit until you can’t stand it.”
“Oh God,” she moans as I slide back another step on the stairs and lower my face until I reach her shaved lips with my tongue. They are perfectly smooth, and I know she shaved them for me not long before I stepped up to her door. The act of it no doubt making her throb with anticipation. Slowly, I part her with my tongue and slip over the tight clit I find there. Alma lets out a cry of pleasure from my teasing.