He leaned closer and whispered, “Ready for a screaming orgasm?”
Her shoulders shook in surprise, but she didn’t turn around. “I think I’m better off sticking to champagne tonight.”
“I’m in the mood for a buttery nipple. Two even.” He straightened, smiling as she turned to face him.
Her Arctic-blue eyes widened as she looked him up and down before narrowing her gaze at him. “Have you been peeking at my fantasies?”
“God knows, you’re starring in every one of mine.”
“You look great.” She sighed before turning back to the bar. He stepped beside her and ordered her an amaretto sour and a shot of Jäger for himself. He dropped a few bills in the tip jar.
She shrugged. “I have no idea if I’ll like that. I don’t drink very often. I haven’t been more than tipsy since college.”
“Trust me. I delivered for you last night, didn’t I?” He picked up both glasses the bartenders set down and then moved to the table he’d seen Janny sitting at with the wedding party. They sat and he watched as she seemed to contemplate him again.
“Which is the real you?” She reached for his glass and sniffed before taking the tiniest of sips and wincing. “That tastes like you.”
“I don’t recall you complaining.” He leaned back in the chair, loving the way she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off him. Who knew a suit would have such an effect on a woman. Maybe he would wear it again.
She took her glass and plucked out the maraschino cherry. “I mean it. Are you a bad-boy biker or some alpha male captain of industry?”
How he managed not to laugh, he wasn’t sure. “Which would you rather?”
“As much as I enjoyed the biker, this is more my speed.” She pulled the cherry from the stem with her teeth.
“Is it? Should I play into the fantasy and tell you about my millions then?”
“I’m sure the story in my head is better.” She took the cherry stem in her mouth and stared at him before pulling it out, tied in a knot.
He downed his shot, needing the burn to keep him from tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the room. He’d thought knowing she was as affected by last night as he was would help, but it only made him want to fast forward to getting her horizontal.
“You know what, Nik?” She reached out and ran a finger along his jaw, making him clench his teeth. “I think this is why I didn’t see you earlier at the wedding. I was looking for messy hair and motorcycle boots. With your hair slicked back and clean shaven, you’re more handsome than I remembered.” Her pale gaze seemed to go a bit glassy.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“Not nearly enough.” She sighed and sipped her glass. “Seriously, which you is the real you? As much as I’ve always wanted to be taken by the millionaire mogul, I’m not sure I can do it after being bedded by the biker bad boy the night before.”
He quirked a brow and she broke out in a fit of giggles. Damn it, if she actually was drunk, this night would not be going as planned. And he needed it to.
“If I give you a list of my fantasy boyfriends, will you be them all?” She lowered her voice and leaned closer, which deepened her cleavage and scattered his thoughts.
“I’m game for anything, within reason.” He cleared his throat and wished he’d made the Jäger a double.
“Reason has no place in fantasies. If I’d been using my head, I never would have taken off with the bad-boy biker, or be considering sneaking upstairs to be taken by the tycoon.” She sipped her drink again and then ran her tongue along her lush lips. “Desired in the Desert, Claimed by the Cowboy, Seduced by the Soldier.”
“I have camo pants and a cowboy hat.” Hell, he’d wear whatever she wanted if it got her in the mood.
Her smile widened, brightening her face. Which made it all the more tragic when her featured marled in a scowl. “Let’s go.”
He stood and offered her a hand, wondering how she changed gears that quickly. She pulled her silver clutch from under the table and rose on her own. He stood and was about to question her when a voice sounded behind him.
“Jannis, I’d like another dance.” Sebastian Prinsen’s tone was as steely as his gaze. “One we actually finish.”
“I’m done talking to you, hopefully forever.” She crossed her arms over her ample chest.
“I’ve made my decision.” The older man seemed to shrink, slouching his shoulders.
“You made your decision a long time ago. I accepted it. You should be grateful.”
“It was never my intent—”
“It was your exact intention. You got to live your life without complication, and that means you have no right to complicate mine now.”
Sebastian turned toward Nik. “Would you excuse us for a moment?”
Janny took his arm. “We were just leaving. Have a nice life, Sebastian.”
Nik let her lead him out of the reception, holding his questions until they were alone in the elevator. She stabbed the button for the top floor.
“Can you pretend you never heard any of that?” Weakness laced her voice.
Hardly. But if she didn’t want to talk to him about it, he wouldn’t push. “Heard what?”
Her features softened, as did her white-knuckle grip on her clutch. “Where were we?”
“You were telling me about your menu of fantasies, and I was about to offer up every one.”
She turned toward him and stepped closer, so their bodies were only a breath away from touching. “I’m good with being taken by the tycoon.”
“Alpha male millionaire trumps the cowboy?” He smiled and she returned the favor, her pale gaze glimmered with a clarity that showed her attempts to catch a buzz hadn’t had much effect.
“I have a thing for cowboys, but seeing you in a suit is doing wonderful things for me.”
He kissed her smile, mentally pumping his fist in the air because you really couldn’t get more cowboy than a cattle rancher. He couldn’t wait to tell her the real him did in fact live in her fantasies. But that could wait for morning. What couldn’t wait was the need growing thick and hard between them.
The doors dinged and opened to the empty hallway. The only reason he broke the kiss was because as soon as they got behind a locked door, he wouldn’t have to stop or worry about being interrupted. He took her hand and let her lead him.
“It’s at the end of the hall. I was supposed to be sharing with Kristin, so we had a suite. But she’s glued to Antonnis, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. I even took her key card.” She pulled the card from her clutch.
During the summer he’d worked here, the place had still had actual keys. Thank goodness, they’d upgraded. Before they got to the door, he lifted Janny into his arms. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“What are you doing?” She smiled so wide her eyes danced with joy.
“Fulfilling a fantasy. No self-respecting billionaire lets his lady walk to the bedroom before he has his wicked way with her.” He curled his arm around, took the keycard and waved it in front of the lock to get the green light and push the door open.
“I see your fortune has grown.” She tucked her head close to his neck and relaxed into him as he kicked the door closed.
“Not just my bank account, babe.” He laid her against the pillows on the closest bed before walking to the windows and pulling back the drapes to let the fading daylight illuminate the room. When he turned, he saw she was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning over to take off her strappy heels.
“You could leave those on.” He stepped closer, memorizing the sight of her.
She shook her head. “I’m hoping you can make my toes curl.”
“Guaranteed.” He moved to sit beside her, but she held up her hand.
“In my head, this plays out a bit differently.”
> “I should have joined you on the bed first thing, right? I got greedy and wanted to see you in the light.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Don’t be sweet. I want ruthless, determined, single-minded focus.”
He reached out and wrapped one of her curls around his finger. “There is a profile for these fantasies? And what will you be?”
She turned her face into his palm and kissed it before looking up at him. “It’s taken by the tycoon. I’ll be taken.”
His cock grew so hard he couldn’t help but groan. Taken he could do. He pulled at his tie until it came undone. He tossed it across the room and shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. His breath quickened as he made short work of the buttons of his shirt and shucked it while toeing off his dress shoes.
Janny undid his belt, but instead of reaching for his slacks, she traced her soft fingers over the muscles of his stomach, flicked over his hard nipples and came to rest on his neck. She pulled him toward her for a kiss.
He licked her lips but wasn’t about to get distracted just yet. He wasn’t going to waste any time wiggling her out of that dress while she was lying down. Not while he could reach under her arms and drag her up beside him.
He reached around and unzipped her dress, watching her flesh exposed with the slide of the zipper. He hadn’t given much thought to what she wore beneath the dress, but hot pink hadn’t even been on his radar.
She slipped her arms from the dress and it slid down, coming to rest on her generous hips. He pushed his hands beneath the material along her bare ass. He gripped her, digging into her flesh until he could feel the muscles beneath. He had to have her from behind just so he could squeeze her ass with every thrust. The idea made him pull her against him and press his cock into the softness of her belly.
The hooks of her bra strap were the only reason he released his hold. He wanted to see her tits as much as her ass, and he was nearing the point where he wouldn’t care to bother with small details like clothing. He managed the hooks with one hand.
“You didn’t even look at it.” Janny spoke against his neck before she nipped him.
“I’m much more interested in you than your lingerie.” He pulled at the straps, leaning back just enough to strip her of the bra and toss it behind them. He caught himself right before he would have groped her like a fisherman home from a three-month trip and stepped back for some air.
What a sight she made, standing there with her creamy-cocoa skin and the wide shock of pink lace low on her hips. Her thong dipped low in the front, more highlighting her treasure than hiding it. He reached out and traced the top of the lace, then the bottom. It would be a shame to remove something so pretty.
“Nik?” She worried her full bottom lip with her teeth.
“These are hot.” He hooked his finger under and ran it along the bare lips of her pussy, already wet with desire. She grabbed his arm and stared up at him, parting her lips when he found her clit. He twisted his hand so his thumb pushed on her clit while his fingers were free to play with the slickness of her folds.
When she started rocking against his hand, he threaded a finger inside of her, and another when she moaned. Power and lust rushed through him as she widened her stance and held onto his arms. Their gazes locked, the moment rooted in reality, not one of her fantasies. Yes, he’d be glad to fulfill every one, so long as she realized he was the one giving her pleasure.
He reached deeper within her, finding where the slick tissue changed texture and her breath caught. He curled his fingers and played her until she shook, her chest flushing with color before she cried out. Her fingernails cut into his arms as her legs gave out. His wet fingers traced along her body as she slid down until her knees reached the floor. She stared up at him, her face level with his cock.
Seeing her there, her breath catching as she stared up at him, hit him like a tidal wave. This had started as her fantasy, but this moment was what his dreams were made of. He craved this kind of trust, the level of confidence. Would she let him take her there?
She held his gaze as she undid his pants and pushed them down. She ran her nose up his length and the cotton of his boxer briefs stretched to the max. She licked her lips and turned her attention to the waistband of his briefs, pulling them out so she could release him as she removed the rest of his clothing.
The way she rubbed his calf while taking off his socks spoke of an intimacy unlike any he’d ever known. It touched him deeper than he expected. His instinct was to step back and regain control, but when she wrapped her hands around his cock, nothing in the world could have made him move away.
The waning light made her crystal-blue eyes seem to glow as she stared up at him and angled his cock into her mouth. The eye contact heightened the sensations, as if she were daring him to come undone as quickly as she had. He wanted to, but she kept one hand wrapped firmly at his base, not letting him too deep.
Though she worked magic with her tongue and the vision of her on her knees in front of him would be on his list of sexual highlights forever, it wasn’t the kind of stimulation he could get off on.
Threading one hand into her riot of curls, he used the other to pull her jaw down, guiding her to take him deeper. He rocked forward and she closed her eyes, then pushed at his hip and pulled back, releasing him completely.
Looking down at her watery blue eyes, his instinct to let it go and move on scrambled with the role he was playing for her. She didn’t want him to be nice. She wanted him to be in control. And he wanted this, to let go of everything and just lose himself in the moment, in her. She flipped a switch to a part of him he didn’t usually reveal, but he wanted to share it with her.
Was this about them, or her fantasy?
He grabbed her wrists and stared down at her. “Are you the secretary or a business rival?”
The lazy way she smiled showed she was deep within the fantasy. “Personal assistant. Very personal.”
“You’ll tell me if I go too far.” She didn’t nod, only blinked in acknowledgement. He leaned down and spit into her palms before wrapping her hands around his cock again, this time one in front of the other. He showed her how to rotate her hands as she pulled from root to tip, exchange one hand for the other in a continuous flow of sensation.
“You’re always taking such good care of me.” He lifted her chin until she stared up at him.
“It’s my job.”
“I have another job for you, Princess.”
Chapter Four
Sweet delirium blossomed in her mind, chasing the tendrils of tension as they faded like wisps of smoke from a blown-out candle. Nik’s deep hazel gaze stared down at her with heated expectation, his voice a lazy blend of dark power and pure masculinity.
“Your hands are amazing, but I want that beautiful mouth.”
No one talked to her that way. Ever. There was a part of her that stirred at his words, but not enough to break the spell. No, nothing could keep her from living out another fantasy, not even herself.
Even after he’d pleasured her, her pussy felt hot and greedy. Wanting his attention again. Wanting his cock to slide within her instead of through her hands. But she wasn’t in charge, he was. And he wanted her mouth.
Janny licked her lips and rose higher on her knees, bringing her face closer to his cock. A pearl of precome glistened, beckoning her tongue for a taste. The desire was so foreign, her consciousness slipped farther away. Everything focused in on this moment, this man, and the power they held over one another.
With one hand circling the base of his cock, she leaned closer still, until his musky clean scent cloaked everything else. She flattened her other hand against his hip, her thumb tracing the corded line where his hip and torso met. Her eyes fluttered closed as she ran her tongue over the soft head of his cock.
She wanted to feel this, to sense and smell and taste and feel. Oh, she wante
d to feel. It wasn’t scary at all. In fact, caution didn’t exist. She lapped up the salty drop he’d offered and then invited him between her lips while her tongue searched for more. Like a snake searching for prey, she flicked her tongue around the tip, paying special attention to where his shaft and head met. The raised bit of skin felt so different beneath her tongue.
It became a game, seeing how his breath would change as she played him. As she became more comfortable, more turned on, she wanted to see how much she could take. Where was her line? Did she even have one anymore? She made wave motions with her tongue as she pulled him deeper and deeper.
He threaded his hands into her hair as her nose touched the hand she’d wrapped around the base of him. It was all she could take without gagging, and a wave of disappointment hit. She opened her eyes and peered up at his dark smirk.
“You look gorgeous with your pretty lips stretched around me. Are you ready for more, Princess?” He moved his hands over hers, one at his hip and the other at his cock. He threaded his fingers with hers and held their arms out to the side.
She swallowed, desire swelling deep within. Whatever he had planned, she wanted in.
“That’s it, swallow. Tease me with your throat.”
He started to rock ever so slightly. She curled her fingers over his, her eyes drifting closed and her mouth watering with anticipation.
He pressed deeper. “Look at me, Princess. I need to know how it makes you feel.”
She opened, wondering how this must look to him. But his heated gaze answered that question. He was as turned on by it all as she was. Their joined hands, the slide of his cock over her tongue, the scent of sex rising up in the room.
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