Eternity of Love: Los Angeles Armstrongs - A Billionaire Romance (The Armstrongs Book 9)

by Jessica Gray

  “Yes, thanks. It’s definitely lives up to its fame as hottest place in town.”

  “Feel free to drop in whenever you wish, with or without Preston. I’ll put your name on the approved patron list.” Marco bowed slightly and took her hand, raising it to his lips and giving her a flawless kiss on the hand. Then he disappeared into the crowd.

  Gina was flattered, but she hadn’t missed the warning flash in Preston’s eyes. So he really did want her, and even this small amount of attention from one of his friend’s was making him jealous.

  That notion thrilled her. A lot.

  Chapter 11

  Preston’s breathing came in spurts. He had no idea who the caller had been, but since she’d returned, something had changed.

  Gina grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the dance floor, where her flirtatious behavior was slowly burning him up. He’d been in various stages of hard since he’d seen her striding towards him earlier in the evening, and now she seemed to be intent on making him lose his mind.

  He’d bee a fool not to take what was offered. It would be for just one night. To forget about Sandrine. Extinguish her from his mind. Life. And body.

  Once again Gina shimmied her back to his chest to the beat of the music and brushed her ass against his center. If he didn’t re-establish his control over the situation right now, he might do something stupid that he’d regret in the morning. Like ripping off her clothes on the dance floor. But even in Rome things had changed in the last two thousand years and nowadays that sort of decadence was frowned upon.

  Despite his urge to push her up against the nearest wall and plunge into her depths, he grasped her hips and stilled them with a steely grip. There was no doubt she could feel that her seduction was working.

  He dipped his head down, nipping the skin where her neck and shoulder met and then laving the small hurt with his tongue, “You’re driving me crazy.”

  “Am I?” she asked and leaned back into him wrapping an arm around his neck.

  “You know you are. Like playing with fire?” he murmured, biting gently on her earlobe and smiling when she moaned in pleasure.

  “Maybe I’m not afraid of getting burned,” she responded and turned in his grip, pressing her front to him. Then she pushed one hand between their bodies and moved it down his taut stomach, headed towards that part of his anatomy that was begging for her attention.

  Preston caught her hand mere inches from her target, knowing his control wasn’t hanging by a thread. “Let’s take this someplace else,” he suggested, putting his hand on her lower back to move them off the dance floor and towards the exit.

  Gina leaned into his hand and swayed her hips on the way out. That woman would be the death of him! Out in the crisp night air, he exhaled deeply, trying to regain a modicum of control over his raging lust.

  Her bare neck lured him to kiss and lick the tender skin, but he resisted with a groan. His self-control barely existed at that point of time, and he rushed to hail the closest taxi to drive them to his hotel.

  The minute the taxi started moving, Gina turned to look at him and the next thing he knew he had pulled into his arms, his hands taking a leisurely trip across her mostly bare back, while his tongue plunged into her warm and welcoming mouth.

  Preston poured all the pent-up passion into the kiss, feverishly exploring every crevice of her mouth, gently biting and sucking her lips. Showers of heat rushed down his spine and pooled in his groin, his hard length painfully straining against his zipper.

  When he finally ended the carnal kiss and let his lips drift across her soft jawline, they were both struggling to maintain an even breath. Gina’s body reacted exactly the way he’d fantasized: her soft curves melting against his hard muscle. She returned his kiss with burning fire and his lust exploded with every moan and purr that escaped her throat.

  His hands slipped up her shoulder blades and then back down her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts. He wanted – no he needed – to have her naked. Admire her beauty and make her writhe in pleasure beneath him.

  He brought his lips back to her own, “You feel so good.”

  “So do you,” Gina said, lifting her head and then murmuring, “how much further?”

  “Too far,” Preston answered, pressing tiny kisses down her neck and her collarbones. He opened his eyes a few seconds later and spied the lights and arches of the hotel up ahead. “We’re almost there.”

  “I want you,” she said baldly, hot spurts of breath kindling his fire.

  The taxi pulled up to the front doors and Preston tossed some Euro bills to the driver, opening the door and practically pulling Gina out behind him. Then they darted into the lobby, their bodies intertwined. He returned the doorman’s greeting with a curt nod and pulled Gina towards the private elevator leading up to the royal suite.

  A feverish haste had taken possessing of his entire being and he needed to get her someplace private. Gina seemed to feel the same urgency, because even while working to match his pace in her high heels, she moved her hands in dangerous circles across his buttocks.

  The moment they stepped inside the privacy of the elevator car he inserted his keycard. He didn’t even wait until the doors had closed behind them, before he pushed Gina up against the mirrored wall. The soft lights cast a golden glow over her skin, a glow he wanted to trace with his lips and tongue. He pushed closer against her, urging her legs to either side of his thighs. Her tiny dress inched up her legs until it barely covered the sexy curve of her ass.

  Preston groaned and ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, brushing the warm and silky skin, until he reached and hugged her ass. Her shiver and the following moan of pleasure made him toss out any rational thought.

  He lifted her right leg up, hooking her knee over his hip. The hem of her dress scooted way up and exposed her midnight blue satin panties. This sight sent impossibly more blood rushing to his groin. Preston’s hands ran down her hips again and to the insides of her thighs. Gina squirmed beneath his touch and started panting as soon as his fingers encountered the damp material of her panties. He delved his fingers beneath, rubbing them back and forth her wet folds. Her breathing became and his lips on her neck could feel her crazy pulse.

  A chiming sound registered in his brain and in the next moment the elevator doors opened to his suite.

  “Preston…?” Gina raised her head.

  “Nobody there,” He murmured and continued his assault on her most intimate parts. He plunged first one, and then two fingers into her tight channel, while his thumb continued to rub her folds, circling, but never quite touching her clit.

  Gina arched in his arms, moaning in pleasure.

  “Cling.” The elevator doors closed again.

  Relief crossed her face, or was it desire? He didn’t care. He moved his fingers inside of her, watching her facial expressions as he found her G-spot and pressured it. That’s it. I’ll have you begging for more in no time at all.

  “Do you like this?” he asked, determined to see what she looked like when she came apart for him.

  “Yes, please…,” she begged him, her head tossed back and her eyes dark with unconcealed bliss.

  “Please what? Please stop? Please make me come? Tell me what you want, Gina.”

  “Come. I want to come.”

  Preston smiled and pushed his thumb up until it was stroking directly over the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

  “Now,” she moaned at the same time when the elevator doors opened again. But neither one of them noticed, because seconds later Gina’s inner muscles clamped down on his fingers.

  Her eyes fluttered close and open again. Preston almost came himself at the stunning sight of her intense climax.

  “Cling.” The doors closed, but Gina continued to quiver around his fingers. She clung onto his arm trying to keep her equilibrium, until minutes later, her climax subsided and Preston pulled his fingers out of her.

  “Hmm, you taste awesome,” he said as he lic
ked his fingers clean.

  Gina’s pupils dilated and another wave shook her body. Preston stepped back to relish in her disheveled state. Heated cheeks adorned her face and her oh-so-kissable lips were still swollen from the passionate kisses they’d shared.

  The doors chimed and opened again and she took a step on wobbly legs. Gosh, she was barely able to keep upright after such a hard orgasm. Preston steadied her with his arms, but slow and patient wasn’t in his mind.

  Even as he embraced her, his hands wandered across her naked back and opened the back zipper of her midnight blue dress. Then he pushed the sleeves over her shoulders and down her arms. Gina shivered as his movement exposed inch after inch of bare skin and the dress finally pooled around her feet.

  Preston took a step back and his heart stopped beating. His already hard as a rock shaft stood like a One, only repressed by the material of his pants. Gina hadn’t worn a bra and now stood in front of him, in all of her naked glory, only her most intimate part covered by a tiny midnight blue triangle. Her dark hair fell down her shoulders, teasing her hard and taut nipples.

  “You are gorgeous and you have now idea, how much you turn me on,” he said and smiled at the slight flush on her cheeks.

  “God, Preston, I know after that orgasm I should be satisfied, but I want more. I want all of you.” Gina stepped out of her dress and toward him. The moment she pressed her soft breasts against his hard chest, he almost exploded.

  “And you will get more, much more. The entire night, until even the thought of mounting your Vespa will make you wince.”

  “I’ll hold you to that promise,” she answered and kneaded his butt in her hands. Then she undid his belt and zipper and deftly pulled his pants and boxers down. They followed the path her dress had taken.

  His erection sprang free and the widening of Gina’s pupils at the sight caused impossibly more blood to rush to his groin. She dropped down to her knees and took him in her mouth. Her hot and wet tongue circled his tip while her hands kneaded his balls. Shots of pleasure zinged through his veins. If she continued like that, he’d fire into her mouth within seconds.

  “Stop,” he pressed out, his voice thick with lust, “we’ll save this for later.” Then he swept her up into his arms and strode through the suite until they reached the bedroom. Her sweet scent of arousal lingered in the air and despite the experience gained in his player days, he felt like a schoolboy who was lucky for his first time.

  He carried her to the bed, tossing the top sheets and comforter to the floor as he divested his jacket, tie and shirt. Then he climbed onto the bed, using his teeth to take off her panties, while kissing every inch of her long legs in the process. When she was completely naked, save for those sexy six-inch strappy heels, he aimed for her plump breasts and kneaded them in his hands, until Gina whimpered beneath him.

  He was almost painfully erect and more aroused than he’s been in a very long time. Definitely more than he ever was with is cheating whore of an ex. Gina’s dark red nipples tightened and became taut peaks, begging him to play with them. How could he resist? He pressed her breasts together and took both of her nipples into his mouth, teasing, licking and suckling them.

  When he gently bit down in her nipples, a sexy moan escaped her throat and she arched into him, digging her fingernails into his back. Her long nails would surely leave red marks on his skin, but he didn’t care. All he cared about in this very moment was bringing the utmost pleasure to the gorgeous woman beneath him.

  “Preston, oh my, keep doing this and I’ll come before you even have the chance to enter...”

  His mouth left her nipples for a moment to grin at her, “That’s exactly my plan. I’ll have you come for me so many times until you’re too spent to lift a single finger.”

  “Ohh,” her enticing fir-green eyes turned almost black and he observed little shivers racking her slim body.

  True to his word, he kissed his way down her soft belly, laving her belly button with his tongue. He nudged her thighs apart, determined to get a better taste of her than just licking his fingers. A tiny strip of dark curls covered her core and while his hands caressed the soft and silky skin of her thighs, he licked his lips, eager to go down on her.

  His shoulders widened her legs until she’s eagle-spread for him. He saw the wetness dripping from her folds and smelled her unique intoxicating scent. Pure sex. He blew air over her most intimate parts and scraped her thighs with his fingers.

  “Please more,” Gina moaned and bucked her hips.

  “Your wish is my command,” he murmured and buried his face between her legs, licking up and down her wonderful warm and wet folds. Then he found her clit with his tongue and started laving it with lazy circles.

  Gina’s moans and whimpers increased, spurring him on. With every swirl of his tongue, she bucked her hips and ground her core against his face. Her flame of passion lit his determination to make her cry out his name in ecstasy. He plunged two fingers into her opening, seeking that hidden pleasure spot again, while relentlessly licking her bundle of nerves.

  “Preston!” Shivers racked her body and her inner muscles clenched around his fingers. He stayed immersed between her thighs and grabbed her hip with his free hand to hold her in place. Then he softened the intensity of his licking to let her ride out her climax, but every time she floated down from the clouds, he suckled and bit her clit, until she cried out his name. Over and over again.

  “Preston, please, I can’t take it anymore,” she pleaded with him after an endless time.

  “I’m not done with you anytime soon,” he said, piercing her in place with his eyes, “but I’ll give you a small break.”

  He got up and walked over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom and sheathe himself. His cock jumped with joy and Preston jumped, too. Onto the bed, where Gina lay more beautiful than ever with a sheen of sweat covering her body.

  She opened her legs for him and he plunged into her warm and welcoming center, thrusting deep inside.

  “Whoa. You’re soo big,” she moaned.

  Preston stilled his movements for a moment, a pang of guilt hitting him. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

  “No. It’s perfect. It’s just…” she blushed in the sweetest way, “I thought I was too exhausted, but now…I want you to take me…hard.”

  “That I can do,” Preston grinned and thrust into her, burying himself up to the hilt in the sexiest woman he’d ever met in his entire life. His lips pressed on hers he took what she offered. Absolute passion.

  It didn’t take long until he found his epic release at the same time as another earthshattering climax racked her body. An eternity later, he slid out of her to discard the condom.

  Gina purred like a satisfied cat and wiggled her ass against him until he felt his erection getting strong again. Holy mother of all things sexy, I’m hard again after what…five minutes?

  She apparently had planned this, because now she turned to send him a triumphant look and then took things into her hands. Very expert hands.

  After countless orgasms for both of them, they finally collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Preston wondered how many more times he would need to have Gina before he worked her out of his system. Once. Twice. Infinitely.

  His final thought sent a moment of alarm through his brain. What if you can’t work her out of your system? It’s never been this way with any other woman. Why her?

  Chapter 12

  Gina woke with the first sunlight filtering through the thick curtains. The plush blanket felt unfamiliar, as did the hard chest pressing against her back. Her very naked back. She turned and stared at the reason for her discomfort.

  Damn. Preston. She’d fallen asleep on him. A glance out the windows into the rising sun told her it was around five in the morning. It was high time to get out of here before he woke up.

  As she slipped out of the bed, she oppressed a cry of pain as her overused muscles protested the action. Her entire body was sore. Even in places she didn�
�t know existed. A smile appeared on her lips and she dared to look back to get another eyeful of Preston’s half exposed masculine body. That body had brought her unimaginable pleasure last night. Best. Sex. Ever.

  But as much as she might want a repeat, it was crystal clear that this tête-à-tête had to end now.

  Gina spotted her shoes, grabbed them in her hand and tiptoed to the living room where she found her dress and evening bag. Damn, where were her panties? Somewhere in the bedroom. She peeked through the bedroom door, intending to slip inside like a wraith. But in that moment Preston stirred and she quickly backed off, muttering a curse. The panties had to stay.

  She put on her evening dress from the night before. It was short, but long enough to cover all essential parts – if she didn’t bend down. With the heels in hand she snuck out the suite and into the private elevator down to the lobby.

  Gina pressed the button for the lobby and closed her eyes for a moment. Then she put on her heels and looked into the mirrored wall, combing her long waves with her fingers. For a moment she believed to feel Preston’s hands on her thighs, inching up her dress way over her hips. He’d been in such a hurry last night and had given her the first orgasm of the night before they’d even stepped out of the elevator. Her skin tingled and drops of wet formed leaked from her panties-free center.

  A furious blush rose on her cheeks and she grimaced at the mirror. No more thinking about Mr. Hot and Perfect. They’d both known the score. One night only.

  They both lived in different worlds. He’d return to the States in a few days and she had a life to live – and exams to pass. Her future was here in Italy. After her exams she’d find a job in the tourism industry. End of story.

  Gina glanced into the lobby, that was still empty at this early hour, save for several employees. She hoped nobody would observe her walk of shame. Or somehow notice she didn’t wear…every step reminded her of Preston’s insatiable appetite and how sore she was…and had her womb clenching in desire for another go around.