Dinner with the Billionaire (Erotic Romance) (Rendezvous with the Billionaire Book 2) (5 page)

I could feel my hair falling out of place and was sure that half of my makeup had smudged off as I swiped at my face in absent frustration while I worked. But it wasn’t his look that was doing things for me, it was his words.

“Did something happen when you were in England?” I almost covered my mouth, why did I say it like that? At least the last time I said something bad to him I had alcohol to fall back on.

But Evan didn’t look offended, just a little confused. “Why would you think that?”

I’d already started, so there was no point in backing down. “You seem…nicer.” But I couldn’t just leave it at that. “I mean, okay, I’m going to be completely honest here.” I waited for a moment, wanting to see if he would try to stop me, try to interrupt. But he just looked curious, anticipatory. “The whole deal we made? Your attitude then? You kind of seemed like a dick. An incredibly attractive dick, obviously, but not someone who I would ever sit and have dinner with. And enjoy myself.”

His face grew serious and I was afraid I’d overstepped. But I wasn’t afraid of him, or of any negative consequences. I’d come to understand, or at least believe, that he wasn’t petty. Not when it came to small shit. “I don’t always do well with people I don’t know well,” he finally admitted. “And it may surprise you, but what we did? That doesn’t happen all too often.”

Something within my chest, something dangerously close to my heart loosened. I hadn’t even realized that I cared. “Yeah?” I tried to sound cool, but probably failed miserably. “Well, neither have I.” A one night stand with a billionaire was pretty much a once in a lifetime thing.

Our confessions hung in the air between us. Neither of us quite knew what to do with that little bit of honesty, but it felt like it changed everything. I didn’t expect Evan to get down on one knee and profess his love for me, but sometime in the last week he’d stopped being the aloof man who offered me an indecent proposal and had become something nicer, someone who could become a friend.

His expression softened and half a smile drifted across his face. “Do you dance, Amy?” He held out a hand, and it took me a moment to decide. But it wasn’t a long moment. I reached across the table and put my hand in his.

He pressed a few buttons on his phone and the air was filled with the tinny sounds of an old fashioned big band. “I didn’t realize you were ninety years old.” I laughed a little as I said it.

Evan pulled me close, wrapping an arm around me as we swayed together. “If you’re going to dance, do it in style.”

The tune started out slow, but picked up after a minute. Evan followed along with it and I followed his lead, pressing close but picking up my feet to the beat. He spun me around, letting me go to dance back to him. I could feel myself grinning, impossible to resist just feeling good in his arms.

The tune picked back up and Evan spun me once more, and then dipped me unexpectedly. I let out a little squeak and clutched his forearms as he brought me back up. Unconsciously my leg had hooked around his to make sure that if I went down, he went down with me. He laughed at me and we readjusted ourselves.

The song came to a close, but we didn’t stop dancing. We stood swaying, waiting for the next one to come on. And when it did, Evan practically vaulted over the desk to fast forward through whatever was supposed to play. The romance of the moment broken, I doubled over laughing. “Was that a boy band?” I asked.

Evan’s cheeks flamed and I wished that I had a picture. “My sister borrowed it when we were in England, she must have put that on there.”

But I couldn’t stop. I was clutching my stomach and could feel all of the blood rushing to my head. I tried to calm myself down, looking out over the city and settling my breathing. But one look back at him and I could feel the laughter bubbling up again. “Aren’t I the man you need?” I asked, trying to quote the lyrics and surely flubbing them horribly, and there was the laughter again.

His face was so harsh and yet so embarrassed. I couldn’t help myself. I lifted up and gave him a light peck on the cheek, but my laughter died away when he grabbed my wrist, holding me gently but keeping me rooted in place.

He met my eyes, the bright green flashing with something I was scared to define. “I’ve been thinking a lot about our night together,” he said, all trace of his smiles gone from his face. “Have you?”

How could I not? And while I wanted to be glib, I could feel that this moment was more important than any I’d ever spent with him. “I do.” I said.

“And if I said I wanted another?” He asked, not quite offering.

A whole slew of thoughts ran through my head, filtering through in seconds. The truth was, if I wanted anything more from him I didn’t want it in some regimented, nightly fashion given in dribs and drabs whenever he felt the least bit attracted to me. But I didn’t need a relationship either. So I said the only thing that I could think to articulate it all. “I don’t think we’ll need all night,” I leaned in, capturing his mouth and taking the kiss from him before he could think to deny me. But denial was the farthest thing from his mind.

Mindful of the food on the table, I backed him up so that he butted against the edge of his desk. I thought some of his papers might have gone flying, but I didn’t care. His hands were on my hips, pulling me closer to him. This time it wasn’t a mad stolen moment in the conference room or an impersonal night away from the world. Now we took our time, discovering each other, tasting, nipping, and licking in no hurry to end.

Evan explored me, his lips trailing away from my mouth and kissing the edge of my jaw down to my neck. He seemed to grow fascinated there, going so far as to run his teeth gently over that tendon. I jumped at the first instance, but moaned as he continued, my hand raising up to hold him in place before I could think. I didn’t want to think.

At that angle I couldn’t use my mouth on him, but my hands were free to do some exploration on their own. There wasn’t an inch of him that I didn’t want to touch, and so I let myself have free range of him. I let my fingers get between us and slowly, nearly painfully, undo the buttons of his white shirt.

He licked where he had been nipping and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, but there was no room for embarrassment, especially when I could feel him smiling against my neck. And now it was his turn to work at my buttons, flicking them one by one. He cursed against my skin when the loose one fell off, landing somewhere on his desk. I couldn’t even pretend to be mad. Both of us were wearing far too many layers and if my clothes had to be destroyed to fix that, then I would gladly sacrifice them for this cause.

I pulled back and just looked at him for a moment, saw a slight shift in his eyes as he tracked where I looked. I smiled at him and he mimicked the response. It started in his lips, as if he didn’t even realize that he was doing it and then grew out from there, crinkling his cheeks and finally reaching his eyes. “I want to taste you.” I said.

He moved in for another kiss, but I raised a finger, placing it on his lips, stopping him just inches from my mouth. “No,” I said and reached for the band of his pants, “I want to taste you.”

Fire lit his gaze as it dropped down to where my hand rested just over his swollen cock. “Well don’t let me stop you,” he said, his words a little breathless.

Just watching him watch me was leaving me wet, but he’d gotten to do this to me and now I wanted to return the favor. Sucking cock hadn’t ever been a huge turn on for me, but the thought of having Evan Daringer at my mercy did things to me that I would never admit to in the light of day. I didn’t get right to it, though I thought he was on the verge of telling me to drop to my knees.

I massaged him through the thick material of his pants, taking him well into my hand with only cotton between us. Evan let out a sound between a growl and a moan. I had a little mercy, unbuttoning his pants and carefully lowering the zipper. I let the trousers fall and pushed down his boxers to reveal the hard bouncing length of him.

For a moment I froze, still standing, my hand hovering over his cock. If he tilted his hips forward the tiniest bit I would be touching him, but as it was, except for where our legs pressed together, we were no longer touching each other. The tips of my fingers swiped against the silky flesh, feeling the heat.

I took myself down to my knees, but slowly. On my way I pressed kisses against his naked chest, licking the outline of his hard abs while I circled his cock with my fingers.

"Amy," he groaned. I smiled against his skin, I wanted him desperate for me, to beg.

One stroke down his shaft and he moaned again, he had to be just as hot for this was I was. Finally on my knees, I licked the length of him and rolled my eyes up to watch his reaction. "Do you think of me?" I asked, my voice husky with lust. "Do you dream of me?"

I didn't know where this was coming from, but I found myself desperate to know, and so I played with him, inflicting pleasurable torture on his senses. Taking his cock in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it, feeling the veins, the heat, the pure taste of him. His hips jolted against me as I applied pressure and I grinned, loving this power. I pulled back. "I asked you a question." And before he could respond, I took him once. I dug my fingers into the flesh of his ass with one hand as he bucked against me and I pulled my head back.
He tried to push me back towards his cock, "Please!" He gasped.

"Not until you answer me." I wasn't playing, now absolutely intent on knowing if he thought of me, what he thought of me. I kissed his thighs and up around to his abs, all over, everywhere except his cock.

He grasped my shoulders and pulled me up. Suddenly I was struck by our positions, his shirt was completely unbuttoned, his pants around his ankles, while I was only half undone, my bra exposed but otherwise completely dressed. "Yes, dammit." He said and kissed me once more.

This wasn't the playful, exploratory thing of earlier. This was something passionate, something desperate. And I couldn't help but respond. His hands were wild against me, tearing at my shirt, unbuttoning it completely, he pulled back and worked it off my shoulders, unhooking my bra and sliding the straps off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

I stood there, exposed from the waist up and all of the sudden we were equal in our nakedness. But he was like something wild, his lips on my breasts, suckling one before turning to the other. I was a hot aching mess, as desperate as him, but powerless to do anything by surrender to the pleasure he was inflicting on me.

Our legs both seemed to stop working for a moment and we found ourselves on the floor of his office in the space between his table and the desk. He pulled back for just long enough to undo my pants and pull them off me completely. And now I was the only one naked again. I'd say we had to stop ending up like this, but I was incapable of such a blasphemous thought at the moment.

He knelt above me and grinned, looking at me naked and spread out like some sort of feast for the banquet table. And suddenly the grin fell from his face.

"What?" I asked, a jolt of concern breaking through the desire.

"No fucking condom." He looked ready to hurt something, but I wasn't concerned. Once his words sunk in I felt the same frustration.

Fuck, or rather, no fucking way.

But I wasn't ready to give up on this night just yet. I put my hand on his chest, sitting up. "Then we'll just have to be a little more creative." My fingers trailed down, and I pulled his hand along, covering it with my own. “Let me help you with that,” I said, keeping my fingers over his as I led his hand to grasp his cock.

He licked his lips, watching our entwined hands stroke him to new heights of pleasure. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his face, watching for the tiniest slips in his reaction, when his forehead wrinkled or his lips curled and twisted as he blew out deep, satisfied breaths.

He increased the pace and I had to glance down for a second to keep up, watching and feeling each movement of his knuckles under my palm. When I looked back up, he was watching me, his eyes dark with desire. Unable to resist, unwilling to resist, I kissed him, swallowing his cry as he jerked and spurted out over our joined hands.

He fell back, bringing me with him, his free hand on my back. His head dropped to my neck where he breathed deeply for several seconds. He absently wiped his hand against his leg and was back to me, his fingers delving deep into me and then back out, stroking against the hardened nub of my clit.

“Oh god that feels good,” I moaned. I let myself lay back with abandon, letting him play with me, his fingers finding every spot to touch and doing it just right. My legs jerked against the floor and I wanted to curl up to my side, and then I wanted to open myself up to him further. Anything, just so he gave me more.

My breath came in short, sobbing pants and I could feel it radiating out from my core. It took me higher and higher, the pleasure, his fingers, that tiny point becoming the center of my existence. He sped up, circling my clit, stroking against it, faster and faster until finally I cried out, shuddering against his hand as I came.

I stretched out beside him, smiling and curled up into his side. Evan threw an arm around me and we just lay there, not really drifting off to sleep, but not ready to break the spell and face up to whatever what we just did meant. Did it even have to mean anything?

I could feel my eyes starting to droop, but his fingertip was playing with the hair lying against my shoulder and it was starting to tickle. I reached and hand up to cover his and he stopped, letting me cage him in place.