The Hotel 2 (The Billionaire Seduction)

by Darling, Lola

  “Not at all.” Relieved to move the conversation on. “That power nap really did the trick.”

  “Do you want to take a walk? There’s something I’d like to show you.”

  The boat approaches a dock. A few minutes later, we’re secured and Dominic helps me ashore.

  The sidewalks are well lit as we stroll along the riverbank, past historic churches and amazing old buildings. I hold his hand, drinking it all in. I never could have imagined this.

  “…after the Resistance—” Dominic stops talking. “You’re not listening to anything I’m saying, are you?”

  I flush. “Sorry, it’s just that I’m a little overwhelmed here. I mean, just look at all this.” I gesture.

  He smiles. “And here I am, trying to impress you with all my history lessons. I’ll shut up now.”

  “No!” I protest. “I love history. I’m listening.”

  Dom lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “I like the silence too. I like just being with you.”

  He turns down an old cobbled street lined with gorgeous old buildings. Flowering vines flow down from windowsills, scenting the air as we pass. I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine. Dominic glances down at me and our eyes catch, electric.

  Excitement sparks through me. I hold his hand tight, wanting him to stay this close, and he does, our arms brushing, our joined hands pressing against my hip. He glances down at me again and my breathing speeds up, my body turning into him before I even think about it.

  Dominic takes my face between his hands and kisses me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue and delving inside. I moan and slide my hands down his forearms, pulling him into me as a sharp ache pulses between my legs. I can’t get close enough. I want him against me, in me, on me—his taste, his warmth. All of him.

  Suddenly, he takes my arm and leads me back between the buildings. It’s a slim alleyway, set back from the street, out of sight. Dom presses me against the wall and claims my mouth again, harder now, hungry.

  Our kiss becomes frantic, Dominic’s hands caressing my body, over my stomach and up to cup and squeeze my breasts through my thin dress. I moan, arching eagerly into his touch as I return the favor: my own hands roving over the hard muscular planes of his chest. Already, I need more.

  I bring a hand to the waist of his pants. His cock is hard and straining, but when I reach to grip him, he pushes my hand aside. In one move, Dom grips my ass and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist and slamming me back against the wall. Now, his cock is pressed hard against me, grinding in between my thighs, pressing against my panties and clit in delicious pressure. Yes. I grip his shoulders to keep from falling, wanting him right there, deep inside.

  “I need you, Juliet.” His voice is thick and low and the sound makes my pussy throb with a restless ache. I squirm against him, reaching between us to unzip his pants and free his thick, rigid cock. I stroke my thumb over his tip and press it against me, tracing the wet lines of my opening. Dom groans against my neck, grips my hips harder, and then suddenly slams into me in one hard stoke.

  I cry out, he feels so good.

  Dom draws a ragged breath. He withdraws, then plunges deeper again, deeper than ever before. His hips grind against my clit, the angle perfect as he thrusts. The bricks at my back keep me steady as he hammers in and out, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders, moaning softly as he gives me all he’s got.

  “Yes,” I whimper. “More.”

  I feel the pleasure all the way to my bones, rippling through my pussy with a fierce heat. Every thick inch of him caresses my inner walls as he pulls out and pumps back into me. My hands rove up and my fingers curl into his hair as his nails bite into my hips. He thrusts again and I don’t hold back, spiraling out of control, panting breathlessly as the orgasm rips through me and Dom gives a final surge.

  “Fuck, Juliet!” he growls.

  I feel him explode inside me, his whole body shuddering with release as he joins me in ecstasy. I gasp for air, intense heat still rushing through me as we breathe hard together. His heartbeat thunders in his chest, and I concentrate on the feel of it as I let the world come back to me.

  “Oh, God,” I exclaim. “I just had sex in a Parisian alley.”

  He gives a low, throaty chuckle as he carefully sets me down. My legs feel weak, my whole body aches, but it’s a good sensation.

  It was worth it.

  We right our clothes and I smooth his hair back into place. Dominic kisses me softly before taking my hand again and leading me back to the sidewalk. I glance around, a little paranoid that someone overheard us. But we’re alone in the dark city.

  Dom waves down a cab, and we get in. He drapes an arm around my shoulder and sinks back against the seat, clearly exhausted, but I can’t stop looking at him.

  I can’t explain how I feel. Emotion battles in my chest: exhilaration and excitement at war with a deep content feeling. I’m happy with this man. Really happy.

  “What are you thinking?” Dom asks. I’m surprised by the question. I can’t tell him how I feel, because I’m not completely sure what it is. Besides, it’s intense. And scary. And I’m not sure what to make of it.

  “That this all seems like a dream,” I say instead. “Or a fairy tale.”

  “And what am I?” Dom asks, smiling in the dark. “The villain, or prince charming?”

  “Do you even need to ask?” I lean over and drop a kiss on his lips. “Disney should hire you.”

  Back at the hotel, we return to the suite. I excuse myself to the restroom and freshen up. Splashing cold water on my face helps bring me back to Earth. So does sliding into my satin PJ bottoms and tank top.

  When I step out into the bedroom, Dominic is standing by the bed.

  Shirtless.

  Barefoot.

  Smoking hot in just his jeans, tight chest and abs on display, a deep V of muscle edging his hips and disappearing below his waist.

  I could stand here and look at him forever, but he reaches out and beckons to me, commanding.

  “Come here, Juliet.”

  I feel a shiver of excitement at the dominant note in his voice. It was thrilling out in that alleyway, to be so spontaneous and uncontrolled, but now I see Dom is back in his element: calm and collected, and totally in command.

  It turns me on like crazy.

  I obediently walk over and reach for him, but he shakes his head.

  “Don’t move,” he whispers in my ear, and then in an instant, strips me naked and tosses my silk pajamas aside.

  Lust curls through me.

  “Lay down on the bed,” Dom continues. I quickly do as he says, my excitement growing. I lay back on the luxuriously soft covers, and a moment later, Dom takes his place at my side.

  Propping himself over me on one elbow, he slowly surveys my body. I can’t help but squirm under the heat of his gaze.

  I need his touch. I want him, inside me again.

  Finally, when I’m burning up with need, he leans over and begins a slow, thorough exploration of my body. Kissing my skin softly, tracing over the contours of my breasts and hips. I’m already gasping in soft, breathy moans, but Dom takes his time. He continues to kiss a slow path along my limbs, over my breasts, grazing his tongue over my nipples until they’re stiff in two aching peaks. By the time he spreads my legs and settles between them, I’m in a quiet frenzy.

  He licks up against my clit and I swear, I’m close to coming.

  I moan against his mouth, reaching for his head, to bring him closer, feel this sensation more deeply, but Dom is already pulling away.

  “Turn over.” He kneels back as I do, and places a pillow under my hips as I lie on my belly. I don’t question, I just sink into the delicious feeling as he kisses along my spine, giving my back the same slow worship as the front of my body. I shudder under his whispering touch—I never knew my back could be such an erogenous zone. Slowly, his mouth moves down over the curve of my ass, kissing lightly. He parts my legs again, and this time, his
fingers stroke up between them, finding my wetness.

  Yes. More. I’m helpless against this man’s touch, but I’m exactly where I want to be.

  I try to roll back over to face him, but Dom presses me into the soft sheets with a firm hand.

  “Don’t move. Trust me.”

  I obey, and try to sink into the sensation coiling tight through my body. He teases me, caressing my pussy, parting my lips but never making contact with my clit. I’m needy and panting, and I spread my legs as far apart as I can. His fingers slide deep into me and I cry out with raw need.

  He pumps again, finding a deep, sweet friction I never knew existed. I can’t believe what I’m feeling. It’s powerful and consuming and I need more. Dominic keeps up the steady rhythm, driving me wild with every thick thrust of his fingers.

  I moan. Squirming, desperate, I push back against him, seeking relief from the intense pressure building inside me.

  His breath is hot on my bare back. “I’m going to fuck your pussy until you come, and then I want something else.” He withdraws his fingers and traces them up my ass, lightly between my cheeks. I shiver at the soft touch and his wicked meaning.

  “Have you ever been taken here, Juliet?”

  I shake my head. I’ve never wanted it before, but now, I feel a tempting curiosity. Dominic works my body like he was made just for me. And I trust him. Whatever he wants, I know it will bring me pleasure. And him, too.

  “Soon,” Dom promises. He grips my hips, positioning me open for him. I hover on the hard edge of release until he finally finds my entrance and thrusts his cock into me from behind. God, yes. It feels perfect, so fucking good, so right. This is exactly what I needed. He thrusts again, rubbing my inner walls, filling me up completely, pushing me over the edge.

  “Dom!” I cry out, desperate.

  Dominic keeps his angle just right, pumping me with raw pleasure. My orgasm builds from deep inside, a tidal wave preparing to crash over me. And then I feel it, his fingertip sliding between my ass cheeks, finding my sensitive knot of muscles. I tense, but Dom thrusts deep into my pussy again and I can’t help but surrender totally to the feeling of his cock buried deep inside me.

  His finger traces my asshole, adding a new dimension to the pleasure. The pressure increases, and then I feel him, pushing just inside. The sensation is incredible, and with the hard thrust of his cock, I can’t hold back anymore. My fingers dig into the mattress, grasping for something solid to cling onto, but the pleasure doesn’t stop. There’s nothing I can do except call out his name.

  I scream as he wriggles his finger and thrusts deeper, and the wicked tension releases. Lights burst behind my eyes, my pussy clenching hard around his cock as an intense orgasm slams into me. The waves still pounding through my body, Dominic withdraws and pulls my hips up, urging me onto my knees. Before I can register what’s happening, his cock is pressing against my ass.

  “Now,” he says.

  I gasp for air. Can I take it? I want to feel him, if it’s anything as good as his finger, but he’s so big. What if I can’t—

  “Relax, my dirty girl,” Dom murmurs. “Let me show you how good this can feel.”

  He slides a hand around my waist, bracing me on my hands and knees. Then his hand moves between my legs, stroking my clit. I’m still sensitive there, but the heat is sharp and immediate. I moan.

  The pressure inside me begins to build again, a deep hunger I don’t even recognize. Instinctively, I jut my ass back towards him, grinding against his fingers as they wreak havoc on my swollen peak.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Dom growls. He twines his hand in my hair, giving a light tug. “You’re going to take my cock all the way, baby. You’re going to feel what it’s like to the very hilt.”

  His cock presses my asshole again, wet with my own juices. This time, I don’t tense. I’m in a haze of pleasure from his touch, my clit throbbing, my pussy aching for more.

  Slowly, he pushes inside me.

  Holy shit!

  It’s a fullness like nothing else, a pain edged with deep pleasure. Dom pauses, just inside, waiting as my body relaxes and stretches to accommodate the thick intrusion. Then he inches forward, pushing deeper with a groan.

  I shudder. Fuck, the fullness and intensity are so big, I don’t think I can stand it. Even if I want to.

  Dom grips my hips with both his hands.

  “You touch your clit now,” he growls as he holds back. He’s tense, coiled, but taking it blissfully slow. I reach to where his fingers have pushed me to a frenzy, stroking just how I need it.

  “I can’t hold back,” I gasp. God, it feels so good. “Please, Dominic. Give me more. Please.”

  He thrusts into me again, deeper, saying my name over and over, chanting it like a prayer.

  Suddenly, he pushes into me, once, twice, hard.

  “Oh my God, yes,” I moan.

  Stars flash before my eyes as another orgasm flares, stronger than ever, my whole body exploding in bliss. I hold back a scream, groaning instead, pleasure radiating through me. We collapse onto the bed, and he gently pulls out of me. His arms come to hold me tight, anchoring me in place.

  I listen to him breathing and I’m wrapped in more contentment and peace than I’ve ever known. Suddenly I know what the feeling is that won’t go away.

  I’m falling in love with Dominic.

  Chapter Nine

  “I want you with me at the meeting this morning.”

  Dominic is adjusting tie as he looks at me in the mirror. I stop in surprise. “The board of investors meeting you have in twenty minutes?” I ask. I’ve just stepped out of the shower, my hair is soaking wet and I’m pretty sure any clothes suitable for work are in a wrinkled mess in the bottom of my suitcase.

  “Yes.”

  “You know, a girl needs a little more notice than this,” I only half-joke, grabbing for the hair dryer. It’s alright for him, he just has to pull on a perfectly-tailored suit and look like a million bucks, but it takes work to get me up to ‘important meeting’ standards.

  Dom doesn’t respond. He’s already checking his Blackberry, back in professional mode this morning. Part of me is disappointed. I imagined us snuggling together in bed, sharing a room service breakfast – and more. But of course, that’s stupid, I remind myself. He came here for business, not just a romantic getaway.

  I walk over and smooth down his shirt.

  “Are you sure, I can just wait here for you to be done. Or take a walk, do some exploring. You don’t need to babysit me,” I add, worried he thinks I’m going to get clingy. “Why do you even want me there?”

  He stops adjusting his cufflinks to stare at me as if he’s confused by the question. “Do I need a reason?”

  “No, but maybe I do.” Oops, that sounded a touch too combative. The look he’s giving me says he agrees. “I mean, what will the board think if you bring me? Am I supposed to play your secretary today?” I tease.

  He shrugs. “You’re a highly motivated intern who should take this opportunity with a smile.”

  My face falls at his suddenly cool, businesslike demeanor. I can’t stop myself, and I turn before he sees the disappointment that I feel. This is silly. We’re back into work mode today, that’s all—

  “Hey,” He takes my elbow and turns me to him. “I don’t just want you there. I need you.”

  I pause, but Dom draws me in for a kiss, and my reservations melt away.

  “You get ready,” he says. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

  Twenty-two frantic minutes later, I hurry across the lobby, breathing hard. I managed to dry my hair – barely – and pull it back into a braid. With a button down blouse, navy skirt and blazer, I think I can just about pass for professional, if my red cheeks and breathlessness don’t give me away.

  My phone buzzes with a text—a series of them, actually. I set up alerts for any news or blog results about the Rexford, and now a flurry of them arrive. My pulse races as I read them. They’re all positive
, enthusiastic, and responding to news of the gala events with excitement. This is excellent!

  I see Dom waiting in a side hallway, talking to some businessmen in suits. I want to tell him the good news, but there’s no time. He greets me with a nod, then ushers me into a conference room. Inside, there’s a group of people already seated around the boardroom table. They look polished, and severe, and, well, European.

  Dominic takes a seat at the head of the table. There’s a space beside him, so I slide into the chair. Without any kind of formal introduction, they begin to talk. Loudly.

  In French.

  I sit there, totally baffled. Whatever they’re saying, it’s a heated conversation. Dominic’s expression hardens, but his voice is even and calm in that rational tone that he has.

  “Gentlemen,” he finally says in English. “I understand your concerns.”

  Immediately, they switch to English. One of the other men is wearing a bow-tie and white linen suit. He scowls across the table. “Then you are aware that Prescott’s team is acquiring a building, just a few blocks away.”

  Prescott wants to put a hotel here?

  “Yes, Bastian, I am. I fail to see the problem.”

  Bastian isn’t placated. “Our company has lost a lot of money from this rivalry. Your investors here in Europe are worried what will happen if the feud spills over to our shores.”

  A murmur of agreement goes up around the table. I feel bad for the position Dominic is in, but I understand. Nothing matters more to a board of directors than cash, and Blaine Prescott has been plucking it from the Rexford’s pockets left and right.

  Slimy weasel.

  “Your concerns are valid, and understand that I take them seriously.” Dominic looks at each person in the room. “But we’re already taking measures to rebuild and strengthen the Rexford brand, at home and abroad. Juliet, why don’t you explain a little about our new direction?”

  Me? I startle, surprised, but Dominic is waiting with an expectant look on his face. So is every other person in the room.

  “Umm…” I try to gather my thoughts. It was hard enough stepping up to lead a meeting back in Chicago, but here, I’m even more out of my depth.