If You Want It (BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance) (If You Dare Book 2) (3 page)

“Don’t tease me, Armando.” Her voice was a husky whisper; the need in it clear to hear. And Armando had no intention of denying her what she wanted. What they
both
wanted. In a single, smooth movement, he thrust his hips forwards and buried himself in her, both of them sighing as her velvety walls tightened around him and caressed his shaft.

He placed his hands behind her calves and raised her legs; planting her feet on his impressive pecs and subsequently opening her up even more to him. In this position, Zoe could feel him thrust even deeper into her and her pussy walls clenched even tighter as he started a rhythmic motion that took them both to the brink in next to no time. “Not yet.” It was as though Armando was talking to himself, and when he slowed the pace down Zoe realized that he was making sure that neither of them peaked too soon; and that was just fine with her.
Take all the time you want, lover-boy.

He reached above her head and pulled down a pillow. “Lift up that pretty little ass of yours for me.” Zoe did as he’d asked and he slid the pillow underneath her, effectively changing the angle of her body and making his movements seem even more intense as he continued to slide in and out of her.

He kept his movements slow, but deepened his thrusts, bumping up against her G spot each time and making the pressure inside Zoe build up to such an extent that it felt like she would explode soon. She could feel his balls smacking up against her ass as he moved and she could tell by the sounds that he was wet with her juices. “Harder! Please!” She wasn’t averse to asking for what she wanted. Hell, she’d even beg if she needed to; Dawson had taught her that much.

She didn’t need to beg though, or even ask twice. Armando slammed into her with such force that the air was knocked out of her lungs. He reached forwards and placed his palms over her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he did it again and again. He was fucking her so hard that she could feel him hitting against her cervix, and her climax washed over her in a torrent of sensation after sensation.

As her pussy clenched and pulsated around him, Armando couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a grunt he came inside her; rutting into her like something possessed as his seed spilled into the condom he had been so careful to wear.

Zoe’s legs fell from his shoulders bonelessly as her own orgasm subsided, and Armando carefully pulled out of her, removed the condom and collapsed by her side breathlessly. “That was…” His words trailed off as though he couldn’t find the ones he wanted to use, and Zoe gave a soft chuckle.

“Yes it was, wasn’t it?” Even though it hadn’t lasted all that long, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so sated and sexually satisfied. Actually she could. It had been when Dawson had…

She pushed the thought of Dawson out of her mind with a determined effort. He had no place being there right now, and she was damned if she was going to let the thought of him spoil what had just happened between her and Armando.

“I don’t know about you, but I think I am in need of refreshment.” Zoe raised herself up on an elbow to watch as he reached for the telephone and called down to room service to request a bottle of champagne. If she wasn’t quite so exhausted she would have been tempted to try and get him going again. As it was, she had a feeling that neither of them were in any fit state to go for round two, and by the time the champagne arrived that was all she wanted.

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Chapter Four

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Zoe and Armando spent the next hour sat up in the huge bed drinking their champagne and talking about nothing in particular. Zoe got up at one point to use the bathroom and freshen up, and then she crawled back into bed to have another glass.

She couldn’t remember actually falling asleep, but Zoe woke up early the following morning wondering where the hell she was. She blinked against the daylight that was streaming into the room through the huge plate glass window and stifled a groan as a little man with a hammer started to play the drums in her skull.

The weight of an arm thrown across her stomach brought back the events of the previous night, and she stifled another groan as her hand very carefully went up to hold her head. She was never drinking champagne again, certainly not in such copious amounts as she had last night. She quickly thought back to the events of the previous night, trying to remember if she’d said anything that could jeopardize things with regards to the company. Dawson would be pissed off if the deal with Armando didn’t go through. But he would be absolutely furious if it didn’t go through because of something she’d said or done.

Thankfully, Armando was still snoring softly beside her, so hopefully she would be able to get out of the room without any of the awkward morning after moments. She carefully lifted his arm up and placed it back down on the mattress, and then wiggled her way off the bed as slowly as she could without making any sudden movements.

Zoe picked her clothes up off the floor and put them on as quickly and quietly as she could, holding her breath for fear of waking him up. The fact that he was staying in the same hotel that she was meant that she didn’t have to worry about washing her face or making sure that she looked presentable. A quick look around to make sure that she hadn’t forgotten anything, and Zoe left the room with as much stealth as she could muster, making her way down to her own room as quickly as she could and breathing a sigh of relief when she didn’t bump into anyone on the way.

Zoe closed the door behind her and turned the lock, and then she collapsed onto the edge of her bed with a groan. She reached for her purse and retrieved a couple of aspirin and the small bottle of water she always kept there in case of emergencies. She swallowed the pills down with the fervent prayer that they would soon work their magic and get rid of her headache. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the dressing table she groaned again. Thank God she hadn’t bumped into anyone; especially anybody that knew her. She looked like death warmed up and would have been completely mortified if anyone had seen her.

A shower was definitely in order, and she got to her feet, wearily taking off the clothes she’d only put on a few minutes before and letting them fall in a heap on the bedroom floor. Walking naked through to the bathroom she turned on the shower, brushing her teeth while she waited for the water to heat up. Stepping under the hot spray a few minutes later she gave a thankful sigh as the power of the water helped to soothe her aching muscles.

As she got out of the shower, Zoe heard a cell phone ringing from the bedroom and hurried to answer it. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or not when she saw Dawson’s name and not Armando’s, but she made sure that her voice was neutrally friendly anyway. “Hi, Dawson. How’s it going?”

“It’s going well, thank you Zoe. I’m just about to land at Geneva airport and I should be with you in about thirty minutes.”

Even though Zoe always loved to hear his voice she really wasn’t pleased to hear his words. “With me? Here? At the hotel?” She knew she sounded like a babbling idiot, but he’d really taken her by surprise. She wasn’t expecting to see him for another few weeks and thought that the meeting would just be the usual conference call. She felt the little man with a hammer inside her skull kick up a beat and she absentmindedly reached for the aspirin bottle before remembering that she’d already taken two and throwing it back down on the bed in disgust.

“Yes with you. At the hotel.” She could hear the laughter in Dawson’s voice and couldn’t help feeling relieved. “I thought you’d be pleased to see me, and it seemed like a good idea to discuss last night’s meeting with Armando in person so that we could iron out any problems that might have arisen last night.”
It wasn’t problems that rose, it was Armando himself.
She quickly pushed the errant thought from her mind.

Zoe felt her face go flaming red and had to make a conscious effort to keep the tremor from her voice. “Yes. Good idea. I guess I’ll see you shortly.” They said their goodbyes and disconnected the call and Zoe belatedly realized that she was stood in the middle of the bedroom dripping wet and stark naked. She rushed to pull an appropriate suit out of the closet, pulling the clothes on hastily before drying her hair and applying the minimum of makeup.

With just minutes to spare she made her way down to the lobby and had just reached the main door as Dawson’s car pulled up to the curb. She gave a steadying breath as she watched the driver open the door and Dawson step out into the Geneva sunshine, looking as handsome and cool as ever.

“As prompt as ever I see, Zoe.” Dawson reached her and leaned down to brush a kiss on her cheek; his stubble grazing her skin and sending a shiver of awareness running through her. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

Not unless you count a bottle of champagne at three o’clock this morning breakfast,
Zoe thought to herself. She realized that she actually was hungry though and her stomach gave a growl of agreement. “No not yet, Dawson.”

“Good. We can discuss your meeting while we eat.” Dawson led the way back into the hotel and they walked towards the restaurant area where the muffled sounds of other hotel patrons eating and talking greeted them. They were shown to a table where Dawson ordered a full continental breakfast and Zoe ordered cereal with fresh fruit. The thought of anything more turned her stomach and she was grateful when Dawson ordered a pot of coffee to go with their meal. They made small talk while they ate with nothing being brought up regarding Zoe’s meeting with Armando the previous night, much to her relief. That didn’t mean that it wasn’t on Zoe’s mind, however, and she couldn’t help the pang of guilt she felt when she thought about what had happened between her and Armando just a few short hours earlier.

Dawson had always been perceptive though, and he could see that something was playing on her mind even though she was doing her best to hide the fact. “What’s going on, Zoe?”

She visibly jumped at his question. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what’s on your mind? You haven’t been yourself this morning, and trying to get any kind of conversation out of you is like trying to get blood out of a stone right now.”

Zoe sighed and placed her napkin on the table. She should have known that she couldn’t keep anything from Dawson, and in all honesty she didn’t want to keep it from him. There was a very strong chance that she had gone and screwed up any likelihood of Armando wanting anything to do with Dawson’s company now. And in retrospect she probably shouldn’t have snuck from his room this morning because that gave the completely wrong message that she was ashamed of what had happened between them. And, if she had ruined any business opportunities, Dawson was going to find out anyway. She needed to man up and tell him first to try and lessen the blow if possible.

“The meeting with Armando went well I think, Dawson. He definitely seemed interested in your proposal.” She took a deep breath while she tried to formulate the words she needed to say.

“Well that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Dawson’s voice held curiosity and just a little bit of confusion. “If things went so well then why are you so tense right now?”

She took a deep breath. It was now or never. “The thing is Dawson, Armando and I spent the night together last night and I haven’t spoken to him this morning to know what kind of implications that might have on your business deal.” She noticed the frown that flashed across Dawson’s face and her nerves kicked up a notch. “I know that I screwed up and that it was completely unprofessional of me. I’m sorry Dawson. It just seemed to happen. It wasn’t prearranged or planned in any way.”

“While I can’t fault him for having good taste in women, it was totally unacceptable behavior on your part, Zoe. You do realize that, don’t you? What if you’d screwed everything up? What would have happened then?” His voice was stern but there didn’t seem to be any anger in his tone, much to Zoe’s relief.

“I know, and you’re right. Yes, I did screw up. I’m so sorry Dawson. There’s not really anything else I can do except apologize and assure you that it won’t happen again.” Zoe was genuinely contrite. She loved her job with Dawson, and even though she craved a little physical contact from time to time, she knew that the physical contact should not be with a prospective client or business associate.

“Well these things happen, but you do know that you need to be punished for your indiscretion.” It wasn’t a question, and Zoe felt the stirrings of sexual awareness run through her at Dawson’s unmistakable ‘threat’.

He pushed his chair back and stood up. “Come with me.” There was no ‘please’; he merely stated what she should do. And Zoe stood up and meekly followed him with her nether regions already getting moist at the prospect of what might come next.