Free Plush The Prequel: A Billionaire Romance by KB Winters Page A

needed to find a way to get rid of Jessie. She wasn’t exactly the type to take subtle social cues.
    I led the way around the outskirts of the dance floor, the two women inching along behind me.
    “Oh! That’s Todd!” Jessie squealed. I turned at her words and watched her frantically waving to some guy across the room.
    “I’ll catch up with you two later,” Jessie said before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
    Well, that was easy.
    I smiled, grateful to have the luscious blonde all to myself. I ushered her forward, to walk a couple steps ahead of me. I noticed the men around us turning to watch her walk by and I placed a hand at the small of her back.
    She was mine.
    At least for the next few hours.
    She swiveled her hips as she swung around to lean against the bar. My eyes never left her ass, and I could feel my cock twitching as I watched the sway of her hips.
    I flagged down the bartender and ordered two cocktails. Despite all the people crushing in around us, the service was fast, and within minutes we both had a drink in our hands. Samantha sipped her drink, her full lips grazing the edge of her glass in a distracting way. I studied her, wondering if I could cut through all the “what do you do for work, read a good book lately, and favorite food” bullshit.
    “Are you from LA?” I asked, throwing out a simple question to test her eagerness to have a conversation. If she wanted to talk, we would talk. But once I got her alone, we would do what I wanted.
    She took another slow sip before answering, licking the last drop off her lips.
    Fuck…this girl knew what she was doing.
    “No, I’m from New York. I’m just here through the weekend.”
    Perfect. In four days, she would be three thousand miles away. Everything about her met my criteria.
    “Let’s go upstairs,” I said, grazing her leg with my free hand, stroking her silky skin up her thigh.
    She hesitated for a moment, but then smiled. “I’ve heard stories about you, Cooper Brighton.” She wagged a finger at me. “Are they all true?”
    “Come upstairs with me and you’ll find out,” I said, a half-cocked grin spreading over my face.
    She considered me for a bit and I chose that moment to push my hand under the tight edge of her dress, seeing if she would stop me.
    She didn’t.
    Her blue eyes darkened and she gasped when I made my way up the inside of her thigh and towards her panties—if she was wearing any. Two more inches and I would find out.
    “Cooper,” she breathed, leaning forward and placing her lips gently against my ear.
    My fingers slid higher.
    “Take me upstairs,” she said. Her words sent gentle vibrations over my ear which seemed to travel through my entire body, lighting a fire within me that could only be extinguished one way.
    I pulled my hand out from under her dress and immediately grabbed her hips. I pulled her flush against me as I took the final swig of my drink. Then I grabbed her by the waist and led her through the maze of people to the central bank of elevators. They were glass as well and for a moment, I could just imagine the number of people who would fuck inside them within the first month of the club being open. This kind of club was begging for people to get out of control. That was the whole draw of it. I slid my hands down the outside of Samantha’s dress, cupping her ass, as we rode up one floor.
    Once we departed the elevator, the whole thing was fairly simple to arrange. As soon as we stepped out onto the second floor there was a large desk, almost like a reception desk at a high end hotel. A man in a dark suit stood behind the desk. I approached and with very few words, the entire thing was settled. He asked for my name—I gave him a fake one—and a pile of cash. In exchange, he handed me a little fob with a number etched into the black metal.
    I smirked as I realized it was basically a really expensive, chic version of the one-hour motel. As we walked to the room I’d rented, I