ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) (47 page)

I could see the outline of his shaft, hard and thick, slowly moving back and forth between his legs. A thin string of his own wetness dripped from the tip, shimmering silver in the candlelight.

I squirmed on the bed sheets, waiting impatiently, trying to hurry him up without begging.

He misinterpreted it.

“Oh… you trying to get away from me?” he growled, slowly moving up the bed.

He seemed to like it. Me trying to get away from him.

So I played along.

“You can’t have me,” I whispered.

He let one finger glide up my thigh and part my lips, his touch slick and sweet over my clit.

I stifled the cry of agony and ecstasy that I wanted to let loose.

“I don’t think you have much say in that right now,” he whispered, his voice dark and dangerous.

“You can’t
have me,
” I said again, and angled my pelvis so that it was sideways – one hip jutting up in the air and the other pressing against the sheets.

“Oh yes I can,” he breathed hot into my ear, and placed one powerful hand against my waist.

I fought back all the harder, my arms and legs straining against the silk of the ties.

It was
incredibly
erotic.

“No, you can’t,” I whispered.

“Yes,” he answered, and pressed his upper body against mine.

I could feel him between my thighs now – the wet thickness gliding forward, trying to find its way inside me.

“No!” I whispered.

He stopped, still as stone.

There were a couple of seconds of silence.

“…um… just to be absolutely, 100% clear…” he said hesitantly.

I smiled at his concern. I really wanted to kiss him – but I spoke instead. “I remember the safe word. Seeing as it’s ‘Safe Word.’”

“…so… unless you say the safe word…”

“‘No’ means ‘yes,’” I whispered into his ear. “Just for tonight. Just for right now.”

He nodded somberly – and then his fingers grabbed my hair and he kissed me hot and wet, devouring my mouth.

And I felt something
else
hot and wet slide between my thighs.

“No,” I whispered, angling my hips away.

To be honest, what I was doing felt kind of wrong. Psychologically uncomfortable, a little shameful. ‘No means no’ –
period.
Right? So I felt like I was bad for doing this.

But it was really,
really
hot.

And I didn’t want to stop.

Not yet.

“No, you can’t have me – ”

“Yes,” he whispered, pressing his body harder against me. “Please.”

“No – ”

“Yes,” he demanded. “Please – ”

I struggled away from him, though I wanted him inside me more than ever. “No, you can’t have me – ”

“YES,” he said fiercely. He sat upright, grasped my hips with his hands, forcing me flat onto the bed – and then he took that big, gorgeous shaft in one hand and angled the head right against my lips and clit.

The slipperiness of his juices made him slide across me, a pressure as wet and hot as his tongue, but firmer and harder and far more powerful. Soft and hard all at once, thick and juicy and slick, pressing against me, overcoming me with a jolt of pleasure.

I breathed in sharply, ragged and quick.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“No – ”

“Please, Lily, please, yes – ”

And then I felt him enter me.

Oh my God oh my God oh my God

It was just the head – just the tip, really.

But
damn
it felt amazing.

The sensations were mind-blowing.

But I wasn’t going to let him win that easily.

I tried to force him out, pressing the muscles inside me against him –

But the delicious pressure just kept easing deeper and deeper inside me as his girth filled me up.

“Yes,” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I agreed, moaning.

I stopped trying to fight him and let him enter me deeply, let him fill me completely.

“Lily,” he hissed in my ear as he pulled out almost all the way – and then plunged deep inside me again.

“Oh God, yes, oh God,” I cried out as he filled me up, over and over, rotating his hips so that he swirled inside me, pressing everywhere inside me, stroking me, possessing me, fucking me, making love to me –

I bit his shoulder lightly as waves of pressure started to build up beyond my control.

“Harder,” he hissed. “Bite me harder.”

I bit him harder, his flesh firm and tight between my teeth.

The earth was shaking under me, and I couldn’t control it anymore.

“Harder,” he hissed as he filled me up over and over and over.

I bit harder and screamed, the noise muffled against his skin, as my entire body convulsed with pleasure, jolting again and again, larger and larger, with every thrust of him between my legs –

And then he cried out, too, his hands buried in my hair, pulling at my head, my teeth still biting his shoulder, as he pounded inside one more time… and then he relented, and his whole body shuddered. I could feel him expand inside me, over and over, thicker and bigger, and he pulled out and thrust inside me again, filling me once more, his orgasm bursting against mine, his contractions matching mine, his body one with mine –

And then he collapsed on top of me, his body shaking as I trembled underneath him, the aftershocks still pulsing through me every few seconds until they gradually died out.

I kissed the skin where I’d bitten him and felt the indention in his flesh. “Are you okay?”

He pulled his head up to look me in the eye. He had the dreamy, spaced-out look of someone on the best drugs
ever.

“I’m fantastic,” he whispered. “Well, I mean…
you’re
fantastic… hell, you know what I mean.”

Then he kissed me on the mouth.

I giggled beneath his lips and kissed him back.

He pulled away and looked at me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fantastic, too. Although you could untie me now, if you want.”

“Oh – yeah,” he said, and reached up and fumbled with the knots around my wrists. “But I meant… with what we just did…”

Once my arms were free, I arched my head up off the bed, put my hands on his cheeks, and kissed him tenderly. “I’m great. But it was just for tonight.”

“Just for tonight,” he whispered, a promise.

I nodded, then murmured in his ear, “Until we use the safe word again. That thing’s awful handy.”

He laughed – and then we kept on kissing, our bodies still entwined.

I don’t remember much after that.

In fact, I don’t remember much of anything until I woke up the next morning.

The room was dim, but light was glowing through the curtained windows.

I remembered Connor making love to me…

…an amazing orgasm as I stared up at the stars…

…and an even hotter orgasm doing something really, really naughty.

Maybe it was time for round three.

I rolled over and reached for Connor.

He wasn’t there.

His side of the bed was empty, just rumpled sheets and a pulled-back comforter.

But there
was
a note.

He left his cell number at the bottom of the sheet of paper.

The first domino…?

Then I remembered what he had said the night before:

All the pieces are already in place. It’s just a matter of tipping over the first domino.

I grinned… and then lay back in bed, my mind reeling.

Had everything he’d told me last night been real?

A solar farm out in the Nevada desert?

The destruction of the coal and energy industries, at least as they existed today?

Changing the entire world as we know it?

If anybody can do it, HE can
.

I reached for my cell phone, then realized it wasn’t on the bedside table. I had to search the bedroom for it, and finally found it along with my box of office ‘memorabilia’ from my time with Herr Klaus.

Asshole,
I thought about my former boss, then walked over to the bed.

I checked the phone. 10:27.

MAN I slept late…

I checked the note again and dialed the number.

Then I remembered something else from our conversation last night.

Isn’t he meeting with the governor today?
 
Or state officials or something? Why would he answer my phone call if he’s in a meeting with –

“Hello?”
Connor spoke into my ear.

“Hey,” I said, breaking out into a huge smile.

“Hey yourself,”
he said. I could hear the grin in his voice.

“Glad I caught you before your meeting.”

“No, I’m right in the middle of it.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped, my face getting red. “I’m sorry, I – ”

“Why are you apologizing? I told you to call.”

“Why did you answer?!”

“I make time for the important people in my life.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Hello?”
he said, though he knew I was there.

“Who is it?” I whispered.

“Is this a bad knock-knock joke?”

“No – who are you meeting with?”

“The governor.”

My face went beet-red.          

“I’ll call you back – ”

“He can’t hear me. I excused myself, I’m over at the window.”

“I can’t believe you answered the phone in a meeting with the governor of Nevada!”

“It’s his own fault. He made me wait five minutes, I can make HIM wait a couple.”

“Well… I’m just calling to say ‘hey.’”

“I won’t be done until later this afternoon, maybe 4 or 5. I left a credit card and a little bit of cash for you on the table by the front door. Go out and have some fun while I’m gone.”

An uncomfortable feeling roiled in the pit of my stomach. “I’m
not
going to take your credit card and go shopping.”

He chuckled.
“I should’ve never said that, should I?”

“I’m GLAD you said it, otherwise I might’ve done it.”

“Well, I’m ordering you to enjoy yourself. Buy a nice little black dress for tonight – we’ll go out and have fun.”

“You’re
ordering
me?” I asked in a
oh no you DI-IN’T
voice.

“I’m… requesting.”

“Mmm… maybe,” I grunted.

“At least have a nice breakfast.”

“Alright. I don’t want to take up too much of your time – ”

“Lily?”

“Yes?”

“You can take up as much of my time as you want.”

I smiled. “Go take over the world, Connor.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

“I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

It was weird… I had to hold myself back from saying ‘Love you.’

Habit, mostly. I say it to my parents, I say it to Anh…

Not a good thing to say to HIM at this point, though,
I chided myself.

Then I realized that this was the first time I’d spoken to him over the phone since the night we’d first met.

In fact, the very first time I’d ever heard his voice was over the phone. There was an odd feeling of completion to it all, talking to him now, with everything that had happened between us in the last couple of days.

Then I decided I was finished pondering the mysteries of the universe, and went off to the bathroom to take a shower.

And so began Lily’s Day Out.

It began with a late, sumptuous breakfast of strawberries, mangoes, and peaches with a small order of scrambled eggs, a side of bacon, and two mimosas with freshly-squeezed orange juice.

Perfection.

I felt a little bad about spending Connor’s money, but decided,
Hey, he SAID to,
and gave the room service guy a $30 tip.

Not exactly a tip in Connor’s league, but I’m not
that
crazy.

The red dress was a mess from the evening before – sand and dust everywhere – so I opted for my work clothes from Monday, which Johnny had helpfully stashed in the Prada store’s shopping bag. They were a little funky, but I figured I wouldn’t be wearing them
too
long.

The credit card was an American Express Black Card registered to Extremis Inc.

The ‘little bit of cash’ Connor had mentioned?

$600.

Almost as much as my monthly rent.

I shook my head, put it in my purse, and headed down to the lobby.

I used the money to get a cab. After making the exasperated cabbie drive up and down the Strip twice, I decided I liked the Venetian the best, so I paid him (with a $30 tip – hey! I was on a roll) and set out for the shops.

The interior of the shopping area was beautiful – buildings modeled after Venice, Italy (duh), complete with canals threading between the shops.

What threw me was the ceiling, which was sky blue and painted with clouds so realistic it took me a second to remember I was
inside
rather than
outside.
It was only some shadows in the corners of the ceiling that gave away the illusion.

I was hoping I’d find something a little cheaper than Prada or Gucci – and I did. There was an Ann Taylor store, and I searched until I found a little black dress that I figured Connor wouldn’t mind taking off me. No, it wasn’t as swanky as an Armani… but I figured it a thousand dollars less. At least.

I also picked out a new bra and pair of panties. I kept on all my new clothes when I walked out of the changing rooms, paid the cashier, and left to go find somewhere to eat lunch.