The Hotel 3 (The Billionaire Seduction)

by Darling, Lola

  I bite my lip. “Well… Let’s just say, you could start at the top and work your way down.”

  He smirks. “Here?” Dom leans down and drops a kiss on my forehead.

  “Lower.”

  He kisses my neck.

  “Getting warmer,” I smile.

  “Hmmm…” Dom kisses lower, finally grazing the swell of my breast.

  “Yes. There. Right there.”

  I fall back against the pillows as he kisses and licks my breasts. He brings my nipples into two hard peaks before finally taking them into his hot mouth, sucking each in turn until I’m panting.

  “Dom,” I groan, already so turned on I can feel the familiar slick ache between my thighs. He moves down, pressing kisses along my sensitive ribs, over my belly.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” he says against my skin. “I’m going to take real good care of you. Every last inch.”

  He slips off my shorts and slowly parts my legs. I look down at the top of his dark head as he settles between my thighs. I want to touch him, but my hands are bound. I can’t do anything but wait, holding my breath as Dom trails a finger over the top of my mound. Teasing.

  “I’ve missed your taste,” he says, his breath hot against me. “I could eat you for days.”

  I shiver with anticipation. And then he lowers his mouth and licks up against me in a hot, wet stroke. Electric sparks dart through my blood as I arch against him. His tongue slides over my clit with agonizing slowness, again and again.

  It’s devastatingly good. He swirls his tongue, presses harder, softer, skimming his fingers along my skin. I can barely stay on the mattress. Pleasure builds in all directions, the frustratingly sweet pace of his tongue nudging me higher.

  And moving lower.

  I yelp in surprise as he curls my legs flat against my chest and I feel the wet stroke of his tongue swirling over my asshole.

  “Shh,” Dom lifts his head with a wicked smirk. “You need to be quiet. Unless you want your roommates to know exactly what I’m doing to your sweet ass.”

  He slips a finger back there too, testing at the tight pucker of my ring. My cheeks burn, but I don’t want him to stop. It’s a new, illicit heat building. I wriggle closer and shake my head.

  “I’ll be good,” I whisper. “I won’t say a word. Not even if you–Ohhh…”

  I fall back against the pillows as he returns his mouth to me. Rimming the tight knot of muscles then easing his finger just inside.

  Fuck, this is hot. I want to scream the house down, but I can’t make a sound. And that just makes it hotter.

  He moves back to my clit, nudging that finger deeper in my ass until he’s knuckle-deep in my most forbidden place. He licks hard and fast, and I have to turn my head into a pillow to groan aloud. Dear God, this man is skilled.

  “That’s my girl,” he chuckles, watching me squirm. “My dirty, filthy, sexy girl.”

  Then he slides two more fingers inside my cunt, thrusting his whole hand to fill me up in every place as he closes his lips around my clit and sucks.

  Fuck!

  I break apart in another epic shattering orgasm, screaming into the pillow.

  When I surface, Dom is on his knees watching me with a satisfied smile.

  “All better?” he teases.

  I shake my head. He looks confused. “I won’t be all better until you’re inside me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  He’s still worried he’ll hurt me, but that consideration just makes me more certain.

  “Come here,” I tell him. “Right this goddamn second.”

  He laughs. “Filthy mouth.”

  “That makes two of us.”

  Dom doesn’t need another invitation. He takes a condom from his wallet and strips off his clothes, quickly joining me on the bed. He releases my hands, and the feel of his warm skin is everything I need. I stroke down his chest, and lower still, relishing the feel of him in my hands. Hard. Big.

  Ready.

  “Juliet,” he groans, propping himself on his elbow above me. He positions himself between my thighs.

  Our eyes catch as he enters me, slowly this time. I want to throw my head back from the pleasure, but he won’t let go, won’t look away.

  I see his soul in his eyes— that part of himself that he’s never shared with anyone but me. Wrapping my legs around him, I hold him as closely as I can, and I realize we’re connected completely. Body and soul.

  He starts to move, thrusting easily, carefully.

  “I love you.” The words come, low in my ear. “I love you so much.”

  Over and over as he thrusts, until we’re moving together and I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. The heat rises again, this time consuming us both, until I break, feeling his shudder as I come apart in his arms.

  He settles against me, cradling me in his arms. I feel myself drifting off when Dom’s phone rings.

  “Leave it,” I sigh, holding him tightly.

  “It might be the hotel.” Grabbing a throw blanket off the bed, he wraps it around his hips and answers the call.

  “Uh huh. OK. What does that mean?”

  His expression darkens. My heart stops. “Is it Xander?” I whisper, frantic. “Is he OK?”

  Dom nods, at me, still talking into his phone. “I can’t talk now. We’ll discuss this later.”

  He hangs up, but I can tell something’s wrong. He’s tense and thinking hard.

  “Who was that?” I ask.

  Dom shakes his head and tries to look reassuring. “Nothing.”

  I’m not buying it. Now, I’m worried. “Hey, no more secrets.”

  Dom looks conflicted. “That was the police. They’re looking into the accident. Apparently, someone tampered with the brakes on Xander’s car.”

  I freeze. “What?”

  “They were severed, nearly straight through.” Dom looks grim. “Someone tried to kill you both.”

  Chapter Nine

  I insist on heading to the hospital to see Xander. After what we’ve just learned, I need to see he’s OK for myself. Dom doesn’t want me getting out of bed, but I won’t take no for an answer. Soon, we’re heading down the hospital hallway towards his private room.

  Flirty laughter greets us as we step inside the door. Xander is sitting up in bed, looking pale and bruised, but he’s got that familiar Rexford smile on his face as he charms his young, attractive nurse.

  “It’s terrible you’re not required to wear the little white nurse’s dress anymore.” Xander smirks, leaning in to her. “With the deep neckline and the hem up to here—”

  He pauses when he sees us come into the room. “And here comes the party! Join us, please. I’ve been bored as hell on my own. And you know what happens to idle hands.” He winks at the nurse, who blushes.

  “Your brother is recovering well,” she tells Dom.

  “Sure I am, I’m the model patient.” Xander folds his arms behind his head. “I’ll be back on my feet in no time. Or on my back.” His gesture is exaggeratedly casual, but I catch a wince.

  “You don’t need to pretend with us,” I scold him, going to sit by the bed. “You’ve been through hell.”

  “And I kept on going,” Xander says, but he lets the smile drop. “And it turns out, I have you to thank for that. The medics say you dragged me out of the car.”

  “It was getting kind of toasty in there.” Now it’s my turn to joke. Anything to keep from reliving the nightmare of feeling trapped in the car, desperate to get him out.

  “You both were lucky.” Dom’s voice is full of emotion. “It could have been so much worse.”

  I shoot him a nervous look. I don’t know how much Xander knows, or what we should tell him. But Xander seems to be filled in. He gives a wry smile.

  “Looks like somebody wants one less Rexford on this earth.”

  “Do you have any idea who would want to hurt you?” Dom frowns.

  “Present company excluded, no idea.”

  I inhale sharply, but Dom do
esn’t say a word. He’s standing there stiffly, his shuttered expression back. To an outsider – to Xander – it would seem like he doesn’t care about his brother at all. But I know differently. I saw his panic when he thought Xander was hurt. He loves him, but the two of them are too pig-headed and stubborn to say sorry first.

  “OK, enough of this!” I exclaim suddenly. “You guys need to bury the hatchet once and for all. And I don’t mean in each other’s back,” I add. I turn to Dom and give him a fierce look. “Xander didn’t come back to steal the hotel out from under you. He just wants to be a part of the family business, too. And Dom would never hurt you,” I add to Xander. “He went out of his mind when he thought you were hurt. He barely left your bedside all night. No matter what else has happened, you guys are brothers. You love each other. So can we please stop fighting like this and just make up?”

  There’s silence. For a moment, I think I’ve pushed them too far. These guys are proud. Shit, maybe I’m just making this worse.

  Then Dom clears his throat, and slowly approaches the bed. He extends a hand formally. “Thank you for looking after Juliet.”

  “Don’t give me that.” Xander rolls his eyes, then pulls Dom down into a hug. They slap each other’s backs gruffly, the way guys do.

  I let out a huge sigh of relief.

  “Well, isn’t this the happy family?” Lillian’s voice comes from the doorway. She looks amused. “I’m glad you’re all in one piece.”

  Dom’s tense expression returns. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “I called her.” I say. “Somebody tried to kill Xander and I. We need to figure this out – all of us.”

  He scowls. “You’re asking me to trust a woman with Lilian’s track record?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Lillian actually looks offended.

  “You set me up to claim half my shares in the Rexford. Who says you don’t want to increase that proportion?”

  “Are you seriously accusing me of attempted murder?” Lillian’s voice rises. “I didn’t hire the guy who took pictures of you and Juliet. The tape and pictures arrived anonymously at my office. I’ve no idea who did it.”

  “Wait, what?” I frown. “If you didn’t set up the honey trap, then who did?”

  “I don’t know!”

  There’s a pause as we all process this news. Lillian continues. “Once I saw the evidence, I had to use it. You never let me have anything to do with the hotel before. It was so damn important to you. I figured I’d see what all the fuss was about. Controlling shares aren’t that much fun, honestly.”

  Lillian decided she’d try and run a multi-million dollar hotel because she was bored? I remember what she said about Dominic never letting her in. This was her way of seeing inside his private world—maybe a little inside him, too.

  “So who did this?” I ask, thinking hard. “They knew it would make Dom crazy, and split him and Xander even further apart.”

  “And make Lillian happy,” Xander adds. “And put the future of the Rexford in jeopardy.”

  There’s only one person who would stand to gain from all of that.

  Dom’s eyes narrow as a slow rage washes over his beautiful face. “Blaine Prescott.”

  “You’re right!” I turn to Lillian, recalling the restaurant incident. “Blaine was spitting mad when you turned him down. After you left with Xander, I thought Blaine was going to breathe fire.”

  Her face goes pale. “He’s been asking me out forever, but I never took his interest seriously. Even when I was with Dom, he was always hanging around.”

  “So he probably thought that once you divorced, the field would be clear.” I think it through. “But nothing changed. And then when he saw you with Xander…” I stop. “Shit. I may have suggested that you and Xander were a thing, after you left. I thought it might help deter Blaine, but…”

  Dom places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “It’s not your fault. A man like that isn’t rational. He’s clearly lost his mind.”

  Xander looks grim. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

  “Even if it was him, how do we prove it? The police don’t have evidence.” Lillian asks.

  “Give me five minutes alone in a room with him, and he’ll talk.” Dom’s face is a mirror of his brother’s rage.

  “No.” I tell them both firmly. “Blaine hates you guys, and he’s crazy. You don’t know what he’ll do. He’s already tried to kill Xander, remember? I’m not having you anywhere near him.”

  “Then what?” Dom demands, clearly frustrated.

  “We need to trap him into confessing,” I say slowly. “So we can get him brought to justice the right way.”

  “Sure,” Lillian rolls her eyes. “He’s just going to tell us everything he’s been doing.”

  “Not us,” I realize. “You.”

  She blinks.

  “You’re the reason he’s been doing all of this.” I see her upset expression, and quickly add, “Not because you asked for any of it. But in his twisted mind, it’s all for you. If anyone’s going to get him to talk, it’ll be you. He probably can’t wait to brag about every evil thing he’s done.”

  My mind is going top speed, pulling together a plan that will take that asshole down, and hard. “Call him and make nice on an invitation for drinks at the Rexford. Tell him you’re sorry you turned him down, but you weren’t free to move on. You are now. You’re interested, and you need his help screwing Dominic over.”

  “No!” Dom explodes. “I’m not having anyone go near that monster alone.”

  “She won’t be alone,” I tell them. “We’ll be right there watching. And we’ll need some kind of recording device, to get the confession on tape…”

  “I know a guy,” Xander pipes up.

  Dom turns on him. “You can’t seriously agree with this nonsense plan. It’s insanity.”

  “And so is letting Blaine walk around another day. Who knows what else he’s planning now his original scheme failed?” Xander’s lips press together determinedly. “And since I’m not much use in this hospital bed right now.”

  Lillian gets out her phone. Dom makes to move towards her. “Lillian, I’m ordering you—”

  “You don’t get to do that anymore.” Lillian scowls back. “This is my decision, and I won’t let Blaine hurt anyone else because of me.”

  Before Dom can stop her, Lillian dials. “Blaine, honey, how are you?” she coos, sweet as honey. “Oh, don’t be silly. I told you, it was just because my schedule was jam-packed. But I’m free for drinks tonight, if you’d like?”

  There’s a pause, then she throws in a little giggle. “Can’t wait. See you later!”

  She hangs up with a nod. “He’s in.”

  I look around. Tonight, it all goes down. We’re going to nail that bastard.

  Chapter Ten

  Everything is ready.

  We’re waiting in a limo outside the Rexford. It’s almost show time and I’m getting more nervous. What if this is a terrible plan, and I’m sending Lillian straight into danger?

  “Don’t look so panicked,” she says lightly, as Xander adjusts a tiny recording device hidden in her bra. He insisted on getting released from the hospital for this, but must have reached too far, because she gives his hand a light slap. “Down, boy,” she warns.

  He smirks. “Just making sure you’re wired right.”

  “Sure you are.”

  They’re bantering brightly, but I can tell they’re both nervous. Dom is sitting tense beside me, like he’s about to bolt from the car and slam Blaine against a wall.

  “Are you sure it’ll work?” Lillian asks, adjusting the wire.

  Xander nods. “My security guy said it was sensitive enough to pick up the barest of whispers. It’s synched into Dom’s extra cell phone, so we’ll be able to hear everything.”

  I cringe at the thought of Blaine Prescott getting close enough to me to whisper anything. Poor Lillian. I hope this goes fast, for her sake. I can imagine she’ll need
a hot bath and some disinfectant when this is all over.

  “Okay, remember to speak clearly.” Dominic reminds her. “Act interested, but not too interested. We don’t want him—”

  “For crying out loud, Dominic,” she says sweetly, running a finger down the front of his shirt. “I know how to seduce a man, remember?”

  There’s silence. My chest constricts. “Whoops,” she gives me a wink. “Sorry, honey. He’s all yours.”

  She grabs her purse and slides out of the limo. Her embroidered blue top is breezy, effectively showing off her spectacular breasts while hiding any sign of the wire. Prescott won’t be able to stay away from her, luckily for us.

  We wait a moment, then Dominic and I slip inside and sit in the shadows in the back of the room. There’s a risk Blaine will see us, but Dom wouldn’t take the chance of leaving Lillian alone with him. Lillian is at the bar, waiting. Blaine enters. We see him talking to her, but can’t hear anything.

  “Damn it,” Dom scowls. “Why isn’t the mic working?” He looks like he’s about to bolt over there.

  “Give her a second.”

  Suddenly, the app on his phone lights up and scratchy audio starts to play.

  Blaine’s smarmy voice comes through. “Oh my God, you look ah-mazing.”

  “Of course I do, but thank you,” she quips lightly. “How’s life at the Prescott group? Tell me it’s not as dull as over here. God, all these meetings. It could drive a girl crazy.”

  Blaine chuckles. “I let other people do the boring work. It’s called delegating.”

  “You’re so smart. Honestly, I don’t know why Dom runs around when he could just sit back and cash the checks like you.”

  I start to relax. “She knows how to handle him.”

  “Lillian always had a gift for wrapping men around her little finger.” There’s a faint note of bitterness in Dom’s voice. I look over. He exhales. “It’s in the past,” he says, smiling at me. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips. “Everything worked out the way it was supposed to, my love.”

  My heart leaps to hear him say it.

  “You mean aside from the crazy stalker guy trying to get us killed,” I point out, smiling.

  He chuckles. “Aside from that.”