Dancing With Danger (BWWM 2015) (BWWM Billionaire Romance)

by Cristina Grenier

  Preferably with Andrea in the bed with him, but he realized he was in no position to be making demands like that at the moment.

  Anita was waiting up in the kitchen when they came through, and she threw herself at him as soon as he stepped inside, practically shouting at him in Spanish while she hugged him tight.

  Carlos had yet to say a single word to him since they’d gotten to the car, and Dorian knew he deserved it.

  Now, the formerly silent driver came over to where Anita was practically strangling him and put his arms around his sister and Dorian both. “Don’t you ever do that again,” he said in a low voice. “Do you understand? Never again.”

  Dorian nodded and told himself that he wasn’t going to cry. It was amazing to be home and to know that he’d survived being kidnapped. As a child, he’d often wondered if he would.

  He hugged them both and sighed with relief when Carlos pulled Anita away.

  Dorian went to put the kettle on, sighing and slumping against the counter. He looked up to see Ben still standing there, and then looked away. “You’re upset with me.”

  “Yeah,” Ben said. “Of course I am. Can you blame me? I thought you were smarter than this, Dorian. I thought you were better than this. Because when you hired me, you gave me this whole speech about how there needed to be loyalty and trust between a man and his security team, but apparently you only meant for that trust to go one way.”

  “I didn’t!” Dorian rushed to assure him. “I didn’t mean that. I just. I wasn’t thinking. It won’t happen again. And… and I’m sorry that I got Andrea wrapped up in it, too. I know that you were probably more concerned about her well being than mine in this case, and she should never have been put in danger like that.”

  Ben looked wary, but he sighed and leaned against the table, shaking his head. “No, she shouldn’t have. But I know my sister. If she was with you, then it was for a good reason. I just. I don’t want this for her. I want her to be able to be safe and happy, but she’s always been her own person and me telling her not to see you anymore isn’t going to do anything but make her mad.”

  “I want her to be safe, too,” Dorian said. “I swear I do. I never meant for her to get hurt, and I take full responsibility for it, though she doesn’t seem to want me to do that.”

  “Sounds like my sister,” Ben said and cracked a little smile. “I’m glad you’re alright. Both of you. It’d look terrible on my record if I let my employer die in the first month of me working for him.”

  Dorian grinned at that, moving to deal with the kettle when it whistled shrilly. “Your reputation is safe, I believe. Better for it, I’m sure, since you helped to take down a well known crime organization and rescue me in the process.”

  “Not bad for a day’s work.”

  “Not bad at all.”

  “Am I interrupting some manly bonding here?”

  They both turned to see Andrea standing there with a grin on her face. Ben scowled at her, and Dorian set to making tea, making a cup for Andrea as well, just in case.

  “No. And aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” Ben asked. “You’ve been through a lot.”

  Andrea waved that away. “It wasn’t that big of a deal, you know. You rode in on your white horse before anything bad could happen, really.” She apparently saw something in her brother’s face that made her soften. “I wanted to talk to Dorian and then I’m going to sleep, okay? You worry too much.”

  “With good reason,” Dorian said softly, though he kept his eyes on his tea making.

  Ben didn’t say anything. Instead he pulled his sister into a rough hug and kissed the top of her head. “Get some sleep,” he said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  And then he was gone, leaving the two of them alone in the kitchen together.

  Dorian hazarded a glance up at her and offered a small smile. “I didn’t know what kind of tea you preferred or how you take it, but.” He pushed the cup towards her. “There’s chamomile in it for relaxation and all that. You know where the sugar and milk is.”

  Andrea nodded and set about fixing her cup the way she liked it (and Dorian noted that she didn’t use much sugar or any milk). After she’d taken a sip, she looked at him again. “You seem like you’re waiting for something.”

  He shrugged. “I suppose I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “All of this...seems too good to be true. We got out of there and none of my money had to be given to the bad guys for it to happen. And on top of that, the police have rounded up most of them. It just. Things rarely go this smoothly.”

  She laughed at that and took a step closer to him. “I think your standards are a bit low if you think getting kidnapped and held hostage for hours counts as things going smoothly.”

  Dorian shrugged. “I’ve been prepared for that eventuality for most of my life. I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.” He couldn’t hold himself back after that. After all they’d been through that night, he just wanted to touch her. So he put down his cup of tea and took hers from her before folding her into his arms and holding her close.

  Andrea chuckled softly and hugged him back, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m okay,” she said. “We’re okay.”

  “Are we?” Dorian murmured. “I know that this wasn’t your idea of a romantic night out, and just because they caught some of the members of that syndicate, doesn’t mean they’ve got all of them. It’s going to be a while before I’m completely safe to be around.”

  She rolled her eyes at him and pushed out of his hold, propping her hands on her hips. “Does it look like I care about that? I knew what I was getting into before tonight happened, you know. I knew that there was going to be danger and all that. Ben told me about it, too. I never thought that it was going to be easy, and that never stopped me from wanting it. It’s not going to stop me now, either.”

  Dorian just looked at her for a moment and then pulled her into a hot, hard kiss. “You’re extraordinary, did you know that?”

  She grinned against his mouth. “Of course I did. Now come on.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “You need a shower, and I am desperate to curl up in your bed and sleep for the next three days.”

  “Don’t you have to work in the morning?” Dorian asked, and she snorted.

  “I’m calling in sick. Now come on.”

  He didn’t make her ask twice.

  If there was one thing he’d say for Andrea, it was that she had good ideas. The heat of the shower beat into his sore muscles, and he groaned and slumped against the tiled wall, letting the water beat a tempo between his shoulder blades. Andrea was behind him, working shampoo into his hair, even though he’d insisted that she didn’t need to.

  If anything, he should have been tending to her, even though his muscles were tight and sore, and there were already bruises blooming on his skin.

  Andrea looked positively edible under the shower spray, of course, the water beading on her dark skin making Dorian ache to follow their path with his tongue.

  Neither of them had the energy for more than a few half hearted touches at the moment, though, and so they washed each other up, trading kisses and sliding their hands over slick, wet skin.

  Dorian did indulge himself in letting his hand drift between her legs for a bit, teasing the sensitive bud of her clit and enjoying the way her soft gasps echoed in the bathroom. It really did have lovely acoustics.

  Seeing how she reacted to that made him keep going, and he urged her to spread her legs wider, working his fingers into her until she was slick with her own juices. He backed her up against the wall and worked at her clit with his other hand, keeping his movements slow and easy, seeing no need to rush and no need to overexert himself.

  He worked her steadily, and when she grabbed onto his arm and started bucking her hips in slow circles, Dorian grinned and leaned in to lick water from her neck, unable to help himself.

  S
he came with a soft cry, trembling a bit against him as she did, and Dorian pulled back, catching her eye and making a show of licking and sucking his fingers clean.

  “Tease,” she panted, giving him a look.

  “I don’t think it counts as teasing when I just made you come,” he pointed out, but as she was sinking to her knees in front of him and taking his half hard cock in one slick hand, he was pretty sure that she wasn’t listening.

  Before he could tell her that she didn’t have to return the favor, she was taking him into her mouth, and Dorian couldn’t remember for the life of him why he’d been about to protest.

  Her mouth was hot and wet and he groaned at how good it was, watching as she bobbed her head, water from the shower soaking into her hair and turning it curly.

  With how tired he was and the way his whole body was aching for release, he knew it wasn’t going to take long before he was losing himself in the heat of her mouth.

  What she couldn’t get to with her tongue or lips, she worked with her hand, and soon enough he was gasping her name and spilling his release.

  From there it was easy to get out of the shower, dry off, and stumble their way to his bed, both sleepy eyed and heavy with their exhaustion.

  “Who knew that being held hostage could take it out of you like that?” Andrea asked as she crawled beneath the sheets, resting her head on the pillow and making herself comfortable.

  “Mm, not me,” Dorian said, yawning as he moved to settle in beside her. “But then, I don’t exactly know what the standard is.”

  She chuckled at that and scooted closer until she was pressed against his chest and he could wrap his arms around her. “First kidnapping, and you lived to tell the tale,” she said with a grin and a yawn. “That’s something to celebrate.”

  “We can celebrate more in the morning,” he murmured, already drifting off.

  “It is morning,” Andrea mumbled back, but Dorian didn’t have the energy to reply.

  As he fell asleep his mind wandered, thinking about his father and how petty all of this had been. He’d never taken his father for a man who would cheat at a card game of all things, but there it was. The things he had set into motion were well on their way to being shut down by the police and by Ben and his team, and despite everything that had happened since the last time he’d been in his bed, it was definitely easier to breathe.

  Especially with Andrea curled up against him, eager and willing to do this with him. There were things about her that he didn’t know, things that haunted her that they would need to talk about, but he wasn’t worried in the least.

  With that final thought in his mind, he slept.

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  About the Author

  Hello,

  So this is the part where I’m supposed to talk about myself. I write so many stories but I often I have a hard time telling my own. Funny how that works.

  My name is Cristina Grenier and I have been writing stories for as long as I could remember . I’m a sucker for romance. I draw from past experiences and from others around me when I write. I enjoy creating characters that everyone can relate to.

  Besides writing, I also enjoy painting and figure drawing. I’m a bit of a homebody, my ideal night consists of a chilled bottle of wine, some pasta and Netflix. I really hope you enjoy the stories I create.

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  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Bonus Book

  Chapter 1: Betrayal

  Chapter 2: Breaking Point

  Chapter 3: Hope on the Horizon

  Chapter 4: The New Arrival

  Chapter 5: Sparks

  Chapter 6: Opposites Attract?

  Chapter 7: Reconcile

  Chapter 8: Making a Move

  Chapter 9: Trouble in Paradise

  Chapter 10: A Very Bad Idea

  Chapter 11: In the Thick of It

  Chapter 12: Home Again

  Publisher's Notes

  About the Author