“My self-control is giving out,” Jason whispered in her ear as his hand inched upward taking her dress hem along with it. Stephanie felt the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly against her back. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
“Let’s go,” she said with a coy smile.
Chapter Twelve
The limousine whisked them to the Porta del Castello, known as “The Gates”. Massive wrought iron gates opened to the concealed property and the limousine wound around the dimly lit narrow cobblestone path to the last of three villas.
“I still can’t believe this little oasis is hidden in the heart of The Strip right behind The Castillo. It’s like another world back here,” Stephanie said, facing the window.
The driver stopped in a wide courtyard lined with flowers. A grin crossed Jason’s face as he ushered Stephanie through the front door. His instructions were followed perfectly. The living room flickered with candlelight and soft music played in the background. Sinatra, of course: they were in Vegas, after all.
“I see you’re working your magic again, Mr. Royce,” she said as she turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. A groan escaped from his mouth and he slipped his hand down her dress to cup her ass.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Jason said during an onslaught of soft kisses.
“You have been doing that all night,” Stephanie giggled and swatted him playfully.
He pulled away and led her to the bedroom where a bottle of Champagne was chilling in a silver canister next to the turned down bed.
“Champagne?” Jason asked, lifting his eyebrows.
Stephanie nodded. "But give me a minute. I need to get ready for your surprise, so stay right where you are.”
Stephanie sashayed into the bathroom as he popped the cork on the Champagne bottle and poured two glasses. Why was his heart racing? He’d never had a problem keeping his composure with women. But from the moment he saw her in La Luna his mood changed. She melted his usual gruff personality and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
“Jay.”
His eyes darted toward her voice. He sucked in his breath as his gaze skimmed up and down her body. Her long dark hair fanned across her shoulders in sharp contrast with the short white translucent baby doll negligee. Handing her a fluted glass of Champagne, he hungrily surveyed her white g-string peeking through the lace. His gaze moved to her taut belly and finally up to her full breasts. There was a neat little satin bow tied in the sweet valley. Jason desperately wanted to pull the ribbon. He reached up to grab the end when Stephanie wrapped a thumb and index finger around his wrist.
"Not so fast," she said and took a sip of Champagne.
Stephanie placed the glass on the dresser and gave him a devilish grin. Her hands moved slowly across his chest and under the lapels of his jacket. She slipped her fingers inside and pushed the fabric off his shoulders. The jacket puddled at his feet as her manicured index finger hooked under the knot in his tie and pulled. She backed him against the bed planting light kisses on his neck while working the buttons on his shirt one by one. His cock begged to be unleashed with every kiss from her soft lips. Stephanie gave him a playful nudge and he fell onto the bed and tugged at her hands to bring her along with him.
“No, not yet,” she said with a mischievous smile and forcefully placed his palms on the bed. Jason leaned back on his elbows, clenched his jaw and swallowed hard as her fingers teased the hair on his chest. Her hand continued down, stopping low on his belly where one finger traced the dark hair that continued into his pants. Jason groaned while her long fingers made quick work of his belt and pants. His eyes never left hers as she took his cock in her hands. His thickness swelled when hit with the moist heat of her breath as her mouth closed around it.
His breath quickened as her tongue swirled circles around the head of his cock. Fisting the sheets of the bed to regain his failing control, he gulped for air as she flicked the tip of her tongue down to the base of his sex and slowly up once more. Jason growled and swept the hair from her face with one hand to get a full view of the sensual act. Stephanie continued her tongue’s rhythmic dance on his cock until he couldn’t take anymore. He groaned her name and pulled her onto his lap.
He wrapped a section of her long, dark hair around his palm. While kissing her neck, his fingers traveled to the ribbon he was anxious to pull since she walked out of the bathroom. Giving it a short yank, the lacy material parted to reveal two perfect breasts.
“It’s my turn,” he said and easily flipped her into the sea of pillows on the bed.
He kicked off his pants and crawled to her on the massive bed until he was hovering over her body. Heat emanated from her skin as he brushed his lips upon hers.
“Do you remember the last thing I said to you in Miami?” Jason whispered.
Stephanie nodded her head slowly in the affirmative. “I remember.”
“I’ve been dreaming about this for five weeks. Hand me a pillow.”
Stephanie raised her eyebrows in question but reached to her side and gave him one of the many fluffy pillows on the bed.
“Lift up for me,” he said and patted the side of her thigh.
Jason folded the pillow in half and slid it under the small of her back and hips. He sat back on his heels to admire the results. Light from the bedside candle danced over her body, showcasing every contour. Her breasts peeked through her dark hair that fell over her shoulders and splayed across her chest.
“Pull your hair back and let me look at you.”
They locked eyes and the familiarity of her gaze flooded his senses. His breath hitched in his throat when he realized how much he missed her. She paused before lifting her head and collecting her hair. Pulling it into a ponytail with her hands, she let it fall loosely over the pillows.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” she said huskily, eyeing him with a hooded gaze.
The angle caused her breasts to arch upward. He couldn’t wait to watch them bounce as he moved inside her. His cock swelled with desire when her fingertips brushed her cleavage and traveled downward over her ribcage to her belly. She raised her knees and her fingers traced a line along her inner thighs to the apex of her legs. Her actions left him in a trance and he was completely under her spell.
Jason groaned and moved above her, kissing first her lips then down her neck until he reached her pert breasts. One at a time, his mouth teased her nipples to a stiff point. Jason explored lower and kissed her soft but taut belly. Inhaling deeply, he took in her sweet scent of jasmine. Resting his chin just above her pelvic bone, he connected with her gaze.
His fingers played with her glistening folds and circled her slick entrance. “You’re going to watch as I make you come.”
“Yes,” Stephanie moaned.
He guided her hand to open the petals to her core. His teeth nibbled her outer folds and his cock stiffened while watching her chest rise and fall faster as he moved closer to the depth of her sex. Jason guided Stephanie’s free hand to her thigh and lightly pushed down. He held her other leg so that she was completely open to him. She gasped as his tongue teased upward toward her exposed pearl. Slowly, he circled her outer lips, careful to avoid touching her clit. She made him wait five weeks to see her again. She deserved to be tortured a little. Continuing his circular pursuit, he plunged two fingers into her moist depths. She moaned but never broke her stare. His shaft strained to replace his fingers that rhythmically massaged her inner wall while his tongue continued to move just alongside her engorged nub.
“Please, Jason,” Stephanie begged.
The corners of his mouth upturned into a smile and he gave her what he knew she craved. He lightly flicked her sensitive clit and when she moaned, he laved it with his lips and tongue. She screamed his name as her inner walls contracted around his fingers. He expected her to throw her head back as she climaxed, but she stayed locked in his sultry stare. It was more than he could take.
Stephanie collapsed onto the p
illow, her face flushed from her release. Jason crawled to her and leaned on his elbows on either side of her head. A breathy giggle escaped her lips.
“That was worth the wait, but I need you inside me. Now,” Stephanie said as she pulled his body down on hers. Jason turned to the side and took a condom from the nightstand drawer. She grabbed the foil package from him and hastily ripped it open. Encircling the base of his erection with her thumb and forefinger, she rolled the condom on with her other hand. He held her hips and she guided his sheathed cock to the entrance of her slick channel. They moaned in unison as he plunged into her. The effects of her climax lingered as her inner walls continued to contract around his thickness, inviting him deeper. Desire coursed through his veins with every drive into her sweet pussy. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to slow his rhythm or he’d finish far too soon. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his deep thrusts. He leaned on his elbows on either side of her face and shifted his weight so that he didn’t crush her. Their eyes met in an unspoken language and his chest filled with passion. Her tongue met his as she moaned into his mouth and bucked against his hips.
“Don’t stop, oh, Jay, don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”
Her spasms beckoned his cock to follow her climax. He rode the wave of her orgasm and Stephanie fisted his hair as they came together.
“I can’t get enough of you, Sweet Stephanie.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jason squinted as the bright desert sun streamed through the thick wooded slats of the closed window shades. His cell phone rang incessantly beside him. Her turned over and glanced at rise and fall of Stephanie’s back. He slid his finger over the phone’s screen to silence the ring and cringed when he noticed the phone number. It was her, again. She called at least twenty times the day before and he ignored her each time. I’ve got to put a stop to this. He walked out to the terrace and answered.
“Hello, Jessica. What can I do for you?”
“You know damn well what you can do for me. You made me quit my job and give up my apartment. Since you threw me out, I don’t have a place to live and can’t find a job. I need money and you owe me.”
Jason took a deep breath and listened to her breathing deeply through the phone.
He’d had the same conversation with her at least a half dozen times before.
“First of all, giving up your apartment, quitting your job and fucking your personal trainer were all your doing and that’s what put you in this predicament. This has nothing to do with me, nor will you see any more of my money. Consider the cash you took out of my wallet when you left an early Christmas present.”
Soft, pleading sobs echoed through the phone. Jason rolled his eyes. “Jason, I’m so sorry; I made a huge mistake. It was all him, he seduced me. I want you back, please.”
“You are desperate, aren’t you?” he asked with a smug smile. How had he ever loved someone as twisted as Jessica?
“Where are you? I tried to see you at the office and they said you would be gone for a few days. Salt Lake? No, it’s the weekend. You must be in Vegas. Why don’t I fly there and we can talk?”
“I have nothing to say to you. Good-bye,” he said quietly and pushed the end button on his phone.
Jason strode back inside to find Stephanie waking up and stretching. His mood instantly lightened at the sight of her messy hair and sleepy eyes.
“Good morning, Sweet Stephanie,” he said through a tense smile.
“Is everything okay? You seem a little stressed from that phone call.”
“Everything’s fine. In fact, it’s more than fine. Why don’t you get up, put on a sexy bikini and we’ll relax at the pool this morning. I’ll order breakfast.” Jason waited until Stephanie was in the shower before he picked up his phone again. He pressed his auto dial button, which was a direct line to Sam, his head of security at The Gates. “Sam, it’s Jason. Listen, you remember Jessica? Yeah, well she may make an appearance here this weekend. She is not to enter The Gates; I don’t care what her story is, understood?” Jason hung up and ordered breakfast to be delivered to their private pool.
He smiled and instantly relaxed as he heard the muffled sound of Stephanie singing in the shower. Her offbeat tune mingled with the running water in the master bathroom. Closing his eyes, he imagined the spray of water flowing over her full breasts and forming a thin river to the folds of her shaven sex.
Facing the windows to the private lagoon, he swore that nothing and no one would spoil these precious few days he had with Stephanie. After Jessica, he swore he would never give his heart away again. He could make an exception for Stephanie if only she would come clean with her damn secret. The secret he’d suspected when they met. The secret he confirmed shortly after their Miami night – she wasn’t married.
Chapter Fourteen
Stepping down to their pool patio, Stephanie looked around in amazement. Paradise, she thought. A lush garden of tropical flowers and foliage outlined the perimeter of the private lagoon. The freeform pool was an oasis of stone and rock with crystal clear water that sparkled in the sunlight. The soft splash of water trickled down from the high rock fountain, forming a curtain over a hidden grotto on the far side of the pool. Jason sat on one of the cushioned lounge chairs with a cup of coffee and his newspaper. Even through his dark sunglasses, Stephanie knew his eyes were upon her from the moment she walked out in her black string bikini and high-heeled black strappy sandals.
He smiled as she approached, dark eyes looking up at her through his sunglasses. “There’s breakfast in the cabana; come, I’ll fix you a cup of coffee.”
“No, you sit, I’ll help myself,” she said and kissed him lightly on his mouth. Stephanie licked her lips. “Yum, you’ve been eating pineapple, my favorite.” Stephanie followed the sounds of soft classical music to the open cabana and was amazed by the luxurious little space. Refreshing cool air hit her face as she looked around. On one side, there was a plush sofa with a mounted flat screen television. The opposite wall contained a small kitchen. A beautiful platter of cut fresh fruit was set out on the counter along with a plate of pastries. Two carafes of coffee and a refrigerator stocked with drinks completed the spread.
Stephanie filled her plate with fruit and pastries and returned to the sunny patio. She took a seat in the lounge chair next to Jason. He eyed her full dish and laughed.
“What? I need to sample each one,” she said as she swatted him.
“I trust you’ve enjoyed your stay at The Gates so far?” Jason asked.
Stephanie held one finger up to her mouth as she chewed and swallowed a juicy piece of pineapple. “This place is incredible; I can’t believe this is here right on The Strip. I’ve been to Vegas many times and have never heard of this place. How the heck did you ever find it?”
Jason paused. “This is one of my properties—my pride and joy, actually. I designed it to achieve the ultimate in luxury, privacy and convenience. There are just three villas here, all with private entrances. The Gates is known in small elite circles for its discretion and is not widely known to the general public. It’s not advertised. Most of the guests are from the entertainment world, actors, and musicians. There’s also a group of international businessmen that visit frequently.”
Stephanie stared at him. “So, this is all yours?”
He nodded his head. “Yup, all mine.”
Stephanie sat back in her lounge absorbing what he just told her. She knew he was wealthy but never in her wildest dreams did she think he was that wealthy. The knowledge scared her a little. Most women would think they hit the lottery after hearing that news. Not Stephanie. It made her even more leery of the man sitting next to her. After their very intimate experience the night before, she thought about coming clean about her marital status with him today, but this news made her hesitant.
“Stef.... Stef.”
“Hmm, what?”
“I shouldn’t have told you. Does this change anything between us?”
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�Why would it?” But it did. Jason was a confirmed bachelor, she was sure of it. Why would filthy rich Jason Royce want a long-term relationship with her? He could have his pick of women. She was sure he liked the fact that she was perceivably unattainable because there was no pressure on him for a commitment. She forced her growing feelings for Jason back deep inside. I’m just going to have fun for a few days and expect nothing more. However, in order to do that she would have to protect her heart.
“Good, because I promised you the time of your life this weekend and I plan to deliver.”
He grabbed the tube of sunscreen from the side table and stood up from his lounge. He motioned for Stephanie to lean forward and he straddled the lounge between her and the back of the chair. Stephanie leaned into him enjoying the feeling of his heated skin next to hers.
“Since you designed this place, I guess you know exactly what’s behind that waterfall over there.”
Jason continued to rub the sunscreen into her back and shoulders. Stephanie felt his growing erection pressing against her.
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