by Jo Henley
“Thank you.” I blushed. “But I have to be honest I don't believe you.”
His reaction was pricelessly puzzling. He actually gasped at the mere hint that I was not impressed with him or that his line didn’t work for once. Did he not believe that he could be turned down?
“It’s true. You are a breathtaking woman.” He raised my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. “Believe me when I say out of everyone here, I want to get to know you the most.”
“You’re proving my point.” I tweaked his tie a little to the left, just to irk him. Then I started rambling. “See, I recently watched a documentary on lions in the wild. The alpha male and the best catch for the females tended to be reserved. They watched the room so they say. The beta lions had something to prove, so they proclaimed their existence to predators. They roared loud, opening themselves up, allowing themselves and the pack to become vulnerable. Beta lions are often eaten up without chance to mate.” I frowned signifying my rant was over and expecting him to walk away. He didn't.
“I like you Melina, but you shouldn’t call yourself a beta. You’re one fine lioness.”
Damn! He got that all wrong. How the hell am I supposed to respond to that?
At that moment I might’ve been able to excuse myself, but I didn't. Christopher had me curious. I wondered if he heard what I was saying and yet still turned it around. Did billions of dollars in the bank really skew this guys view of the world that poorly? I had to continue the conversation with him, but should change the subject. “What sort of shop is that downstairs?”
“A treasure trove of collectibles.” He took me by the shoulder and turned me back around to the view out the window. “See all those sparkling lights? They shine upon delicious treats of the past. Each morsel waiting to be found, shared, and devoured. I use my resources to plunder the world in search of objects waiting to be discovered.” He took out a business card and flipped it in front of me with flair.
Christopher Bannister
Procurer of Treasures for Every Collection.
Vintage Necessities.
Open at this location since 2003.
“In small sentences. You're an antique dealer. Is that how you made your fortune?”
“Oh to say it so simply is like saying you have pretty eyes. They are two positively perfect baubles of blue orbs, placed exactly right to draw men into your beauty.”
“Right. Let me stop you there.You don’t have to sell me. I’m a new in the package kind of girl. I don’t like fancy language. All this.” I fanned my hands around in front of his chest. “It’s not what I’m looking for.” His face puzzled up. Had I rendered him speechless? With his personality, surely someone had rejected him before. Right?
“I get it. You’re the billionaire.” I felt compelled to reassure him. I took his arm, grasping his bicep and finding a happy surprise. Hot damn he was hard. Unconsciously squeezing his muscle I was entranced of how a man of his age could retain such a physique.
“Old furniture is heavy,” he answered, aware of my cemented grip on his arm. “Would you like a tour downstairs? That is if you don't mind being alone with all this.”
Now I was speechless.
Chapter Four
Hell yea. Bring on the tour. That was my first thought. After all he'd captured my attention from across the room, bounced off every insult I tossed at him and holy hell he had bulging muscles. This night was about taking chances. Sure it was already clear he was arrogant, but he also had the uncanny ability to forge forward while I shot him down and that was attractive. Maybe I could look past his alpha male qualities.
“Lead the way.” I offered my arm. He locked on and I was officially his for the taking.
“We’ll take the back way. The service elevator opens up to the rear of the shop.”
Now my brain had second thoughts. What did I say yes to? Billionaire to not, straying out of public view was not a good idea. But it was sort of too late to back out now so, I flashed a smile and vowed to keep my guard up. “Let’s go.”
We made our way through the crowd with little interruptions from his guests. Reaching the back elevator, he scanned his building ID card and the doors opened. “After you.”
The mood changed once we were alone in close quarters. The smooth salesman disappeared and the nail them to the wall aggressor came out.
“How do you like your men, Melina?” he asked before pushing any buttons to move the elevator. He inched closer. “You like to be dominated over,” he stated, leaning into my personal space. “You take chances and know what you want.” Moving in for the kill, he pulled my hair back and blew in my ear. “I do to.”
His breath, warm on my skin melted all the defenses I had up against him. I’d never stayed with a man who asserted such control from the beginning. He was so powerful, so primal and I wanted him to take me, at that moment, in that elevator.
His lips pressed against the coolness of my neck and I couldn’t stop a sigh from exhaling. Was this really happening?
“There’s no denying the attraction,” he growled under his breath. “I sense it too.”
The elevator became too small for words. We shared the same gasp of air and converged with a forceful stab of his tongue in my mouth. No polite peck here. His kiss matched his personality. Confident, domineering. It made me cream, wondering how hard his dick was or how fast he could get it out to ravage me.
He held my face as we kissed, controlling every move, every tilt, every quiver of my lips. I was his plunder and he was too much for me. I struggled and was released for a breath of air. He continued to suck on my neck, working his way down to my cleavage. Damn he was determined, but not wrong in his assumptions. I had butterflies in my stomach and was wet between the thighs. How far was this going? When do I say stop? Is it even possible to have sex in an elevator?
I didn’t have time to find out. The elevator stopped at the ground floor. Funny. I never felt it even move. The doors opened and with them came clarity of the situation. Handsome, tempting, billionaire aside, I’d met him ten minutes ago. His forceful nature and my attraction to him had urged a consensus of the situation. In my state of mind, I’d do him right there on the ground in a second. That wasn’t like me. At all. What the hell was going on?
“Christopher wait.” I stopped him, covering his hands before he could unlock the shop door. “I need to get back to Kayla.”
“Are you sure? I thought we were getting along in the elevator.”
“Too much so. I’m afraid.”
“I don’t want to pressure you.” He pulled me close and I leaned into him. “It felt like we were on the same page.”
He was so right. And his arms fit around my waist so perfect. It’s just going too fast. I bit down on the side of my lip and said what I had to. “I really should go.”
He raised my chin up to his and tugged me closer for one more kiss. This one was softer, but with just as much heat as the first one. Damn, he knew how to kiss a woman. I could do this all night. It was powerful and almost got me to concede again. My heart was pounding, but I pulled away and stepped down the long lit hallway to the front elevator.
“It was nice meeting you. I’ll come back for that tour. When the store is open.”
Driving home horny was hard. Keeping my elevator kiss from Kayla was even harder. She’d flirted about the party upstairs and only came out with the phone number of a waiter. Ducks swim with ducks.
I peeled off my clothes and crawled in bed without turning on the light. The darkness fueled my fantasy. Under the covers without reminders of my present surroundings, I could imagine more fun with billionaire Christopher Bannister.
He was hotter in my dreams than he was in the elevator. If I got another chance. It would play out like this. He’d take me to his large mansion. With his forceful hands he’d throw me down onto a pillow topped mattress covered with high thread count sheets. I stretched my arms out wide on my small bed, took a deep breath, then folded my arms back in across my st
omach.
My naked billionaire would stand over me with his stiff commanding cock. Keeping my eyes shut tight, I cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples. The man in my dreams would ask, no beg to watch me play with myself. My nipples swelled in my grasp. You want to see more? I’d ask him. My hands traveled down and caressed my inner thighs. Now he’d be real . . . hard . . . stiff . . . and horny . . . for me.
The anticipation of my own touch combined with my fantasy had me sopping wet. My middle finger explored first, dipping in with ease. The first tickle of my clit took my breath away. How big is a billionaire’s . . . powerful . . . controlling . . . dick?
I pushed two more fingers in, imagining they were him. I could see his cock pumping in and out. But he’d fuck me hard. I ramped up my speed, rocking my whole body back and forth, fucking my hand as if it was his cock driving into me.
He cares only about cumming! I crushed some more, frantically masturbating my aching pussy. He’s pounding and piercing me with his spike—oh—fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Squeezing down, I writhed with intense orgasmic peak. “Oh! Fuck!” I cried out, with a breath-halting climax.
My lungs gasped for air, my hand fell limp on my thigh, and my pussy pulsed for more. Every ounce of my being desired to be satisfied with this stranger’s cock. There was no doubt in my mind, I was returning to his shop and I would be seduced by him.
Chapter Five
Waking up after a night of erotic dreams about the cocky billionaire I’d met, I’d reconsidered throwing myself at him. He was too used to getting what he wanted. What if he wanted to chase me? What if I gave him a challenge? I waited until Thursday to visit the Vintage Necessities antique shop. And I went in the middle of the day, during business hours. I didn’t trust myself to be alone with him or to not go all schoolgirl on him.
He more than likely blew off even meeting me, since I turned him down. If that was the case, fine. He was a hot billionaire though and that was worth a few hours of my time to find out if he really wanted to get to know me.
My first impressions when I walked in the shop were, who needs any of this shit. It was all dated hard wood furniture and your grandma’s china. Sure it was all valuable to someone. Not me.
“As I live and breath. Melina.” He walked toward me with arms outstretched. “What took you so long to come in?” Leaning in for a kiss on the cheek he whispered, “So glad to see you again. I hope you’ve kept our elevator tryst between us.” He pulled away, keeping a hand on the small of my back. “So let me show you around.”
Strolling me along down aisles of armoires and around groupings of mod furniture, we ending up at the back of the store in front of cases of vintage jewelry. A well-manicured woman adjusted bracelets behind the counter. “Victoria this is Melina. We met upstairs at the networking party last weekend.”
“Nice to meet you,” Victoria answered. Her fiery red hair was sprayed, styled and one hundred percent bottled. “Are you in the antiques business too?”
“No, just out meeting new people. Christopher raved about the store and it looked so inviting, I had to come back to see it.”
“You’re such a doll.” He gently massaged my lower back with his knuckles. “What was that piece you were telling me about that your grandmother passed down to you?”
Now he caught me off guard there. I hadn’t told him about any antiques in my family. What is he doing?
“You have a collectible?” Victoria asked, excited. “You must bring it in to be appraised. Chris knows everything.”
I get it. He’s arranging for me to come back. I had mere moments to think of something valuable. “I have a giant basket. My grandmother always said it was old and worth something. I keep a throw blanket in it.”
“Is it a Longaberger?”
“It has a handle.” I shrugged.
“You kidder. That’s a company name. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Christopher nudged my elbow. “Let me show you that banquette at the front.”
What the hell is a banquette? This was all getting weird. I was pulled one-handed to the front of the store. That is, after he instructed Victoria to tone down her makeup.
Close to the window, facing the street we stopped at what was obviously the French styled banquette. It was an upholstered bench with ornate carved legs. I immediately equated it to Victoria. Pretty and useless.
“Sit.” He patted the seat next to him. “Victoria will keep herself busy in the back.”
“Is she the manager?” I asked even though I wanted to question him about whether she was his girlfriend or not. I couldn’t be sure and he didn’t act like it with his tongue down my throat in the elevator.
“Not that committed. Sure she lives in the mansion, but it’s all window dressing.”
“Are you sleeping with her?” I kept my arms folded and my face stern.
“Hell no. I mean I have, but she’s a gold digger.” He patted my knee. “Let’s talk about you. What do you want?”
“Right. Nothing. Not your money. Not—no. This was a mistake.” I pushed up to leave, but he held me down by grabbing my forearm and putting pressure on my knee.
“I like you.” He snaked his hand up further between my thighs. “I could tell from the first moment I spotted you that you’re a woman looking for excitement. Are you Melina?”
“Maybe. What are you offering?” Intrigued, I provoked him with a smile to expand.
“Have you ever had sex in public?”
“That’s a direct question. Have you?”
“Let me ask another.” He inched closer up to my tingling pussy and tightened his grip. His lips were close to my cheek as he spoke. He smelled excruciatingly sexy. “Have you ever been so horny for a man you ate his cock where someone might catch you. Just because you couldn’t wait to taste him?”
Whoa this shit escalated fast. I snapped my head around and searched the store for Victoria or any customers. There was no one close enough to hear our conversation. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“I think you do.” He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He was cocked and ready. “And I want you to answer it right now.”
“Fuuuuuck.” I stood up, jerking my hand away and moving it to cover my lips.
“She’s watching,” he said, without flinching. “Step over to the table and pickup the ashtray.”
He was right. I glanced to the back of the shop. Suddenly there was Victoria and she was watching us. How did he know? What do I do now? I was already standing, so I did what he asked. I walked to the table, and turned over the turquoise ceramic object in my hand.
“Now sit back down,” he said, confidently.
Obeying again, I settled myself on the seat with one leg tucked under the other and tilted away from him slightly.
“I don’t mean to shock you. Just having a little fun,” he said, behind a mischievous grin, keeping his hands to himself.
“Asking a woman you just met to suck your cock is a little out there. Don’t you think?”
“Kissing in the elevator is not that far from it. I had a very satisfying time reliving it later. Didn’t you?”
“How dare you.” I folded my arms across my chest, pushing my breasts up into tighter cleavage than my bra could’ve ever dreamed of on it’s own. “You’re the most narcissistic man I’ve ever met.”
“Am I wrong?” He caressed my chest lightly, dipping one finger into the crevice of my cleavage.
“No, but I’m not sucking your dick today. Even if it is, tantalizingly ready to go.” I laughed attempting to lighten the mood.
“Hmmm,” he snickered behind a smile. “I thought you were mine.” He unzipped his pants and wiggled the head of his cock out. “One touch and you can leave.”
Damn this man was fucking with fire. But I had to touch his cock. It was right there. I twirled my fingertips over the top, smashed my palm on his head, then pulled my fingers together and squeezed. It lasted five seconds at the most, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever done in
public. My heart twittered to do more.
“Oh baby I need you to suck this.”
“Tomorrow. I’ll be back.” I stood and this time Victoria stepped up behind me.
“Leaving so soon?”
“Yes.” I spun around, blocking Christopher and his compromising cock from her view. “I’m convinced. I have to bring in my basket for an appraisal.”
“Please do. Oh, and I just put out a stunning pair of earrings that would go great with your eyes,” she said, reaching for my hand.
I pulled back and nervously turned to check on Christopher. He was zipped up. “See you tomorrow.” I waved and fumbled out the door.
Holy shit! What am I doing?
Chapter Six
All evening I replayed every suggestion of Christopher’s over and over in my head. It didn’t make sense. Did he really want a blowjob in the store? He did whip it out. But would he have sex in public? He’s worth billions. Shouldn’t he be cautious or something? This can’t be real.
In the past I’d never been attracted to the overbearing, egotistical type, but curiosity about Christopher and how far he’d go tempted me. Not to mention how forceful he kissed and that small glimpse I saw of his cock. It was all pretty enticing.
My thoughts bounced back and forth. I couldn’t get him off my mind. In the morning I ended up deciding he was an arrogant tease with too much money. He was just pushing boundaries. This was all a game and I was a pawn, but I wanted to play.
So I got ready and since he asked if I was looking for excitement, I put on a low plunging short dress. Just in case he was serious. I then loaded up my grandmother’s old basket and headed back to the shop, unsure of what if anything was going to happen.
Tripping a sensor as I entered, Christopher was alerted to my presence before I had a chance to see him. Wandering down the main aisle of the shop my gaze traveled to the back. He was watching me.
