His Passion
Billionaire Blind Date
Book Three
Jacinda Chance
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His Longing
His Desire
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“I didn’t like the way you ordered me around today. You told me what to do, and then expected me to do it.”
Grant nodded. “And?”
“And . . . I didn’t like it.”
He leaned closer than he had all night except when he kissed my cheek. “No? Because the way you whimpered and writhed as I whipped your ass afterward? That says you did like it.”
“That’s . . . I—”
“You can resist all you want, Sophie. I encourage it, in fact. But a man like me making demands of you, taking you, making you shout in ecstasy in the middle of a crowded restaurant, you like it whether you’ll admit it to yourself or not.”
He leaned so close our lips almost touched, and his voice went deep and gravelly, demanding and insistent. “You like it, or you wouldn’t be here at all. And you wouldn’t be leaving the restaurant with me now so I can bury myself deep inside you and make you scream.”
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
One
Two - Sophie
Three
Four
Five - Grant
Six - Sophie
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven - Grant
One
Sophie was mine to do with whatever I pleased, and we both knew it. Her eyes, gone a deeper amber with lust, might as well have spoken aloud at how badly she needed everything I wanted to give her.
I stared into her eyes and felt a rush of heat in my stomach and chest. I was already stone hard, but this was different. Unfamiliar. I didn’t—
Sophie’s pussy twitched and her legs closed to keep my fingers in place. She slammed her hand onto the table and sent her spoon clanking against my plate. My cock throbbed and my heart pounded—I’d forgotten what I was doing, lost control and hadn’t stopped in time, and now, right there at the table—fuck.
Sophie’s back arched as she gave a strangled cry and came hard against my hand.
Gail and Lisa both reared back, unsure of what was happening. I had to keep it that way. Sophie cried out again, only slightly softer. Heads turned toward us, and the light buzz of conversation ebbed.
“Sophie!” I said, clasping her hand. “Muscle spasm?”
That pulled Sophie from her pleasure haze. As her body bucked for the third time, she bit her bottom lip and nodded. I managed to pull my hand from between her thighs so this wouldn’t go on too long.
“Just breathe through it, I said, giving my hand a wipe on my leg before lifting it to pat the fist I held tightly in mine.
Sophie straightened in her seat and took a long breath. I thought she might cry. “I’m so embarrassed,” she said, her bottom lip quivering. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Oh, honey,” Gail said with a wave. “I get Charlie horses in my calves sometimes that nearly knock me over, probably from wearing these damn high-heeled shoes all the time. I shouted once sitting at my desk and had the whole office come running.”
She smiled warmly at Sophie. “And that looked like a doozy! It pass?”
Sophie nodded, her fingernails digging into the skin of my palm. “Yes, thank you.”
A server made it over to inquire, and Sophie and I said muscle spasm at the same time.
“Nothing to worry about, thank you,” I said to the server, and the buzz of conversation started up again. The only thing different than before was the light flush on Sophie’s skin and how damp and deep her amber eyes were after she came.
When Gail and Lisa focused on their dessert again, I leaned over to kiss Sophie on the cheek. She’d done well. And I was pleased that her shouts had been so sudden and sharp that passing them off as shouts of pain from a spasm was possible, and managed also to not be a lie.
“Nice job,” I whispered into her ear after the kiss.
Her head snapped toward me. She pulled her hand free from mine, and said, “Excuse me—ladies room.”
“Me, too.” Gail raised a hand. “I’ll go with you, and we can talk about these two behind their backs.” She winked as I stood to let Sophie out. I watched them walk toward the bathroom, Gail putting a hand on Sophie’s back briefly to lean over and say something to her.
I watched Sophie’s curvy ass twist in the too-short dress, her thighs that I’d just felt trembling around my hand, her thick, wavy hair bounce with each step. I’d just made that gorgeous woman shout in the middle of a high-class restaurant, even though I know she must have tried not to. I put that blush on her cheeks and made her walk a little more carefully than before.
I did that.
“Grant?” Lisa’s voice reminded me of what I was doing. I’d stood in the aisle and watched until they disappeared.
I sat and took a long drink of water.
“Got it bad for her, don’t you?”
I laughed and hoped it didn’t sound bitter. But what other woman could make me forget anything, let alone mesmerize me twice within a space of five minutes so that I lost track of what I was doing?
All I could think about was after we left the restaurant, me burying my face in her heat and tasting, bending her over and making her beg. I shouldn’t want her so much.
“Yes,” I answered Lisa honestly, as always. “Bad is the perfect word for it.”
Two - Sophie
I liked Gail, but I didn’t want her to go to the ladies’ room with me. I really needed to be alone a moment to recover from what just happened.
She put her hand on my back and leaned over. I braced for her to say I know what that was or nice show or something like that. I was sure everybody in the whole restaurant knew it wasn’t just a muscle spasm.
But she said, “Was it your calf or your thigh? Thigh cramps hurt so much worse—bigger muscle.”
“I—uh, it was more in the . . . thigh area, yeah.”
“Oh, those are bad ones. All right now, though?”
“Yes, it seems to be over.”
Gail wasn’t acting coy. There was no wink-wink about anything she was saying. She really thought I’d had a muscle cramp, or she was a sensitive and kind enough person to understand that I’d be horrified if I thought she knew. Either way, I was grateful.
I took my time on the toilet and had to fight tears again and make myself not care if she really knew. As long as nobody acted like they did, I could get through this. I consoled myself with the fact that I’d probably never see any of them again, except for Grant.
I could never see him again, too. If I wanted that.
I wipe
d myself clean and tried to regain some composure. Even while thinking that maybe never seeing him again would be best, considering how humiliated I’d just felt, I knew that wasn’t an option. Oh, Grant was going to hear about what he’d done to me. But the idea of cutting things off over it . . . the first few minutes afterward, I’d have said yes, I never want to be subjected to this again.
But we had gotten away with it. If people knew, they didn’t let on. Was that because he was a billionaire, or they simply had tact?
I had just come in the middle of a restaurant, out loud, and with the simple excuse of muscle spasm, people shrugged and went on about their evening.
I couldn’t deny the flutters in my stomach at what I’d done right under people’s noses.
I sniffed and flushed, and joined Gail at the sink to wash my hands.
“You sure you’re okay?”
If I’d known Gail better, I think the concerned look in her eyes right then would have made me confess what really happened. I think she would have taken it in stride, and it would have been nice to have a confidant. But I didn’t really know her history with Grant or much anything about their friendship.
For all I knew, telling her that he’d just teased me all through dinner and then made me come—loudly—would be a huge mistake.
“I’m fine. Just a little embarrassed about shouting like that still.”
Gail pushed on her hair with her fingertips, as if it wasn’t already perfect. “Ah, a few years ago I was in here when a woman’s water broke and that first labor pain hit. I thought someone was being murdered.”
Gail smiled broadly at me and took my shoulders in her hands. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Then she lifted the heavy, green gem where it lay, still cool, against my chest. “That is just gorgeous. Where’d you get it?”
“Grant gave it to me. I don’t know what it is, maybe a peridot or tourmaline?” I felt the urge to take it out of her hand and lay it back against my skin.
Gail laughed. “Oh, sweetie, no. That’s an emerald, and it’s just delicious. Grant has such good taste, don’t you think?”
I could only nod as she took my hand like we were best girlfriends and led me back to the booth.
Lisa and Grant both stood when we approached, but before either of us could sit, Lisa said, “I hate to leave good company, but—”
“Al called needing the numbers?” Gail finished for her.
“Al called needing the numbers. So we’ve got to go.” Lisa hugged Grant and then reached for me. “You guys staying a while?”
As Gail hugged him, Grant said, “I think we’ll stay.”
Gail hugged me, too, and then said the usual things about getting together again soon, and how lovely it was to meet me, and they both wished us the best of luck, obviously thinking we were really a couple.
As they left, Grant turned to me and motioned toward the seat. I’d have sat opposite of him if he didn’t have me blocked in where I couldn’t get out. I slid into the booth, him behind me.
I crossed my legs and joined my hands in my lap, not caring how exposed it made me. He wasn’t getting his hand in there again.
Grant looked pointedly at my lap and laughed, then took a bite of his decadent, chocolatey dessert, scraping it out of the upside-down spoon onto the curled tip of his tongue.
“What you did a few minutes ago, Sophie?” Grant licked his lips and swallowed. “That was fucking amazing.”
I looked away from him and stared at my dessert plate. “You mean what you did,” I said through clenched teeth.
Grant dipped a finger into his dessert and scooped up a bite. He leaned toward me and held it to my lips.
I didn’t open my mouth until the whipped cream threatened to drip onto my dress. When I parted my lips, he pressed his finger in and stroked it along my tongue as he withdrew it, my lips closing around it to clean the cream away.
Grant chuckled as if pleased and leaned closer. “I didn’t do anything impressive. Hell, I think I could stare at you and make you come, if I really tried. But the show you put on? That was something.”
I leaned away from him and looked across the table. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why?”
I snapped my head toward him, my voice louder than intended. “Why?” I cleared my throat and spoke softer. “I guess it’s your idea of a good time to humiliate me in public. I wouldn’t have come here if I’d known that.”
“Are you humiliated? Over a muscle spasm?”
“You—I—”
“Maybe at first, when you thought everyone would know exactly what kind of muscle and what kind of spasm. But when you realized that it wasn’t a big deal to anybody but you and me . . . admit it. You felt a thrill at getting away with it.”
I didn’t say anything. But Grant nodded. “I know you did. It’s written all over your face, Sophie. That’s why I know that when you do finally get your dessert, you’re going to love it.”
I thought my reward, my dessert, that he’d referenced earlier had been that. I couldn’t even imagine what else he meant. But before I could ask, he’d wiped his mouth with one of the black napkins and leaned back in the booth, regarding me with narrowed eyes.
“So, what do you think of working for Aten Hollis?” And just like that, seductive, demanding Grant was gone, and a shrewd, ruthless businessman stared me down.
Three
I opened my mouth and was about to demand he not change the subject, but maybe it would be easier to talk about something normal after all. “It’s fine. Nice, in fact. Everyone’s friendly and respectful.”
“That’s because he got your name from me, and Hollis likes you. And you’re new,” he said bluntly. “Don’t think for one minute your experience is typical for a freelancer in one of his companies.”
“I fully expected that your referral changed things. I’m aware of that.” Did he think I was a child?
“Good. Just making sure. Not that Hollis isn’t a nice man, but he’s like any business owner. Business comes first.”
I sipped what was left of my wine. I had no idea what he wanted from this conversation. Did he expect me to ask him advice? Keep thanking him for his help? Finally, I took a deep breath. “Chris approved one of my designs, so the project’s moving forward quickly.”
“Chris?” Grant’s eyebrow raised, almost imperceptibly.
“Chris Hale. He’s head of the art department.” I liked knowing something Grant didn’t know.
“Hollis approved it, too?”
“Hollis wasn’t there, but I assume Chris has gotten the go ahead or he wouldn’t have chosen it.”
“Chris Hale. Not sure I’ve met him.” Grant tapped his spoon lightly on the edge of his plate.
“Surely you haven’t met most of his employees.”
“That’s true. Let me see the design.” Grant’s eyes turned back to me.
“Obviously, I don’t carry my portfolio around.”
“I’m willing to bet you have a picture of it on your phone.” Grant held his hand out.
I could have lied and said I didn’t. But I’d taken a shot and sent it to Arlene just to see what she thought. She’s got a good eye for things and is one of the few people who will give an honest reaction, good or bad. “Isn’t that proprietary information? I’d be violating—”
“I’m not actually a competitor of this particular branch of this particular company. I just want to see.” Both his eyebrows raised like really?
With a sigh, I pulled my phone out of the small clutch Grant had sent with the dress, the shoes and the necklace. Which reminded me—
“What’s the stone?” I asked, touching the pendant before finding the right picture on my phone and slapping it into his waiting palm.
“Stone? An emerald.” Grant examined the photo, swiped to zoom in and then handed the phone back. “Would you have preferred something else?”
“No. No, it’s gorgeous, I just thought it was a different
gemstone.”
“Jade?”
“I—I didn’t know, really. I just didn’t think it was an emerald. It’s so big, I thought . . . well, I thought . . .”
Grant touched the emerald and my chest, stroking his fingers down. “Would you prefer jade? Or a ruby, a diamond? Any of them will look fantastic between these tits.” He stroked the inside of my breast that was revealed by the dress before dropping his hand. “Tell me what you’d rather have.”
I shook my head. “No, this is fine. It’s beautiful. I just never imagined it was a real emerald.”
“Why not?” Grant frowned and seemed genuinely confused.
I started to explain, but wasn’t sure what to say. Because no one had ever given me anything so expensive? Because I didn’t think anyone would . . . or should?”
Before I found the words, Grant cupped my cheek. “It’s a real emerald, Sophie. I wanted to give it to you, because I knew it would look gorgeous on you. I thought you were worth it.”
How could this man I barely knew practically read my mind?
“Why?” I asked in a small voice. He barely knew me, either.
Grant took my hand in his, kissed it, then clasped it tightly between both of his. He stared at me for a long moment, then shook his head. “Why not?”
It was as if a balloon deflated in my chest. I looked away, tried to pull my hand back, but he pulled it to him. “Sophie, that’s not—that’s not what I meant.” Grant swallowed, and his brows came down into something not quite a frown.
“I can read people. From the moment I saw you . . . I saw your value. Your value to me. Your beauty and your . . . your worth.”
I’d never seen Grant look so earnest, as if he really wanted me to understand what he was saying. Usually he was flippant, like his why not reply. He said things that weren’t lies, but weren’t whole truths, either. This was different.
“I don’t understand you,” I said softly. “But thank you.”
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