Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance) (17 page)

The concierge at the front desk looked surprised to
see us, and I suppose he was justified in that reaction, given the nature of
the establishment and the late hour.

“Good evening,” Asher greeted him in English as we
approached the desk.

“Mademoiselle, monsieur. Is there something I can
assist you with? The hour is very late.”

“We're not guests–not yet, anyway,” Asher said.

“Well, I'm afraid that it would be impossible. We are-”

“
Nothing
is impossible,” Asher interrupted as
he opened his coat, withdrew a block of Euros, and set them down on the counter
in front of the concierge.

The man's eyes widened as he glanced at the stack of
money in front of him.

“Er, yes, yes… You are correct monsieur. Nothing at
all is impossible! Will you be wanting the presidential suite, then?”

“You read my mind,” Asher responded with a smile and
took a business card from his coat pocket. “All my info is on there,” he said.
“You can fill out whatever forms you need when you get back downstairs. For
now, just get us to the room–oh, and send a bottle of champagne up, please.”

“Certainly, monsieur. I will take you there at once.
Please, please, follow me.”

We followed him up the great, curved stairway hand in
hand. He led us to a room with two ornate, gilded doors which he threw open
with dramatic flair, revealing a room that looked as if it could have been that
of the Sun King himself.

“The presidential suite!” he announced. “While it is
decorated with old world charm, you will find that it has all of the 21
^st
century amenities you would need. There is a hot tub in the bathroom, and a
media center-”

“I’m sure it will do nicely,” Asher said cutting his
speech short. “We'll buzz you if we need any help. Right now, though, we need
to be
alone
.”

“Understood, monsieur,” the concierge replied with a
hint of a knowing smile.

He handed us the keys and then hurried back
downstairs.

We stepped inside, closed the ornate doors behind us,
and immediately resumed kissing. Once more, the passion began to flow like
water through a broken dam. We began to stumble toward the bed as we kissed–but
then I had a different idea. I knew that Asher craved control, and I had to see
what would happen if he was denied that control.

I pulled back and pushed him away from me.

“What…what's wrong?” he stammered, breathing heavily.

His arousal was easily seen through his pants; he was
ready to go.

“I'm going to the bathroom to freshen up,” I said.
“You wait outside.”

“Wait?! No!”

“Do you want this or not?” I asked, keeping my tone
calm and even.

“I… Oh, God, I do. Yes.”

“Then you'll do what I say,” I replied
matter-of-factly. “And, I'm telling you to wait here until I'm ready.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, although I could see that was
unhappy about it.

That was good; I wasn't about to let him have complete
control over me. I sashayed into the bathroom, shifting my hips as seductively
as I could. I could feel his hungry eyes devouring every step I took,
undressing me, violating me. It made my blood pump with a beautiful heat.

I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

Once inside, I nearly gasped at the opulence of the
bathroom. It was huge–the size of a living room, and all the fittings were
gold. The soaring ceiling was, like the main room, painted with classical
figures by what appeared to be an old master in a past century. A gilded mirror
made the place look even more spacious.

And there, in the center, sunk to floor level, was the
hot tub. I walked over the cool marble floor, kicking off my shoes and removing
my dress and underwear. I turned on the hot tub, and smiled as the bubbles
started to flow. I dipped my toes into the water. It was cool, but warming up
quickly.

“Asher!” I called out.

“Can I come in now?”

“No. But make sure they bring the champagne up.”

“As you wish.”

He was disappointed, but he would soon discover that
his wait would have been worth it.

Once the water had heated up to a suitable
temperature, I slipped into it and had a seat, relishing in the simple joy of
the bubbles, jets, and hot water.

Arousal was still coursing through me, and I couldn't
wait any longer, no matter how much I wanted to tease him with anticipation.

“Asher!”

“Yes?”

“Is the champagne here?”

“It is.”

“Bring it in, then.”

He opened the door and sauntered in, carrying the
bottle of champagne in a steel ice bucket. He saw me, nude, lounging in the
frothy water of the hot tub and stopped dead in his tracks.

“My God,” he exclaimed, half under his breath.

“Come on in,” I said.

He didn't waste time; he practically ripped what
remained of his suit off his body in his rush to get undressed. I watched,
utterly captivated, as each item of clothing came off. I'd seen his body
before, of course, but only once and not from a point of view that I could
fully enjoy it.

Watching him, it was almost as if it was being
revealed to me for the first time. I allowed my eyes to rove over his carved
figure, with its rippling muscles and perfectly formed…everything. Every single
muscle on his body had been worked on, refined, polished, as if by a master
sculptor. All that obsessive dedication and discipline in the gym had certainly
paid off.

Eventually, he stood nude before me, his broad chest
rising up and down with the deep, almost harsh breaths he was drawing in, like
a wild animal that had just run down its kill. Lust was fueling his gaze; he
wanted me with an almost primitive hunger, a hunger that drove fiery blood
through every one of his extremities–especially one incredibly hard, pulsating
extremity–with every beat of his heart.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

He grabbed the champagne bottle and stepped into the
water, doing his best to maintain his composure, but I could see how wildly his
heart was pumping, how desperately he wanted me. There was no hiding the crazed
beast within, writhing madly beneath that exterior of physical perfection.

He pushed through the water toward me, but I held up a
hand to stop him.

“Whoa, cowboy. How about some bubbly first?”

He chuckled, although I could see the need in his
eyes, ravenous as any wolf.

“Very well,” he said with a tilt of his head.

“Don't shoot the cork at the ceiling; it's a work of
art.”

He looked up and smiled.

“True.”

He aimed the bottle at one of the towels hanging on
the rack and popped the cork.

“Wonderful,” I said, and I stood up, revealing my
entire body to him from the thighs up. I walked through the water, and he stood
up, reaching for my breasts, but I pushed his hands away and took the bottle
from him.

“Who said you could touch?” I giggled playfully as I
drank a swig of champagne.

“Want some?”

“There's only one thing I want right now,” he said
hoarsely, his eyes devouring my body.
 

“Show me how much you want it,” I purred as I set the
bottle down.

He stood, stepped over to me, and cupped one of my
breasts in his hand as he gazed into my eyes. He kissed me suddenly, madly and
passionately, while one hand massaged my breast and the other slipped down my
lower back to both grab my ass and pull me in closer to him.

As we kissed wildly, I grew more and more aroused.
Heat was building between my legs, and a slick wetness was growing. I felt his
hand move down from my breast, slowly, deliberately moving further and further
down, caressing my body as he continued to kiss me.

And then, a gentle brush of the inner thigh–just
enough to cause me to jump with pleasure, but only for a split second as he
moved it away to the outside of my leg. His other hand, meanwhile, was softly
caressing my back; he was much gentler and slower than he had been the last
time.

I, meanwhile, was running my fingertips over his
gloriously hard, sculpted muscles, listening to him gasp with pleasure at each
touch of my fingertips as he kissed me.

Again, he brushed my inner thigh ever so quickly, and
a shiver of pleasure rushed through my body. He was teasing me, and it was
working. A furious, unquenchable hunger was taking over.

His fingers were digging into my flesh, and his
manhood, hard as steel, pressed with an almost explosive force against me.

Still, I refused to relinquish control.

I detached myself from our passionate kissing and
grabbed a fistful of his hair. He reached up to grab my arm, but quickly, I
shot out a hand and caught his wrist, preventing him from grabbing me.

“No,” I said. “You're going to do something for me
first.”

And then, I sat on the edge of the tub and pulled his
face down, still gripping his hair as I did. I spread my legs open for him, and
felt the tightly-clenched muscles of his arm grow loose in my hand as his head
moved towards the opening between my thighs.

With a sudden surge of strength, however, he yanked
his arm out of my grasp, and then put both of his hands around my waist, almost
forcefully.

It appeared that he wasn't willing to relinquish all
aspects of control, after all.

Then, with a boost of primal strength, he lifted me up
in the air, holding me aloft as if I were nothing but a child. The raw power in
those heavy, muscular arms made my pulse race even faster; this was a true
beast of a man, a wild savage beneath that cultured exterior.

Then he opened my legs and pulled them over his broad,
muscle-knotted shoulders, so that his face was right up against my hot, wet,
waiting opening. He kept me balanced there as he started to use his tongue,
finding the exact center of sensation in but an instant.

With his powerful arms cradling me and stabilizing me,
he began to lick rhythmically and steadily, building up wave after wave of
sheer pleasure. I moaned and gasped as the rushes of pleasure became bursts of
ecstasy, and then sheer, body-shuddering elation as an orgasm started to build
with the patient yet vigorous action of his tongue.

And then, as I stared up at the magnificent artwork
splayed across the high ceiling above, it started.

The first orgasm of the night.

The painting began to swirl, the figures coming alive
with the intensity of the orgasm. I cried out in utter ecstasy, my whole body
shuddering with a beautiful violence. And below me, still supporting me, he
looked up, panting and gasping, and smiling with smug pleasure.

“That's just the first of the evening,” he said. “But
the rest are going to be on my terms, Lilah: my terms.”

CHAPTER 21

Asher

I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating somewhere
in the room. Lilah was still fast asleep next to me. Groggily, I leaned over
the edge of the huge canopy bed trying to reach my pants lying on the floor
with the phone buzzing incessantly in one pocket. I half crawled, half fell out
of the bed. Luckily, the rug
in
the floor
was thick and plush, so there wasn't much of an impact or noise to wake the
sleeping beauty beside me. I fumbled around with the pants and eventually
managed to extricate the phone. Just before I answered, I glanced at the time.
It was just after four in the morning.

“
H
ello?” I
mumbled, still half-asleep but also trying to be quiet.

“Mr. Sinclair? It's Alan Weiss, head of security.”

I sat up straight, immediately feeling more awake. I
quickly scrambled to my feet and headed for the bathroom so I could talk
without being too loud.

“Alan, hi. Sorry, it's really early in the morning on
this side of the world. I didn't recognize your voice. What’s going on?”

“I completely understand, sir. Listen, I'm gonna cut
straight to the chase: there's been a break-in at your building.”

“What?! When?”

“We're here now, sir. The silent alarms went off
fifteen minutes ago. By the time we arrived, the perp had already fled the
scene.”

If I hadn’t been awake before, I was on full alert
now.

“What did they do? Did they steal anything? Any idea
what they were after?”

“We're not sure yet. Whoever it was, they knew what
they were doing. We've discovered tailor-cut photos taped over the security
camera lenses to match the areas being surveyed. Whoever did this had done
their homework—they knew where all the security cameras were and the exact view
each security camera had.

“On a quick review of the footage, our best guess so
far is that the intruder snuck in about an hour ago, slipped the photos in
front of the cameras, and then calmly went about their business. They
eventually triggered the silent alarm–the one that only you and I know about,
sir–but like I said, by the time the onsite guards made it to the top floor,
there was no one around.”

I sighed. This could be bad–stock plunging bad. There
was a lot of sensitive information in those top floor offices. I didn't care
about anything material being stolen, aside from a few fairly priceless
historical relics in my office, but the theft of that data could bring my
company to its knees.

“I'll call my pilot right now and be there as soon as
possible, Alan.”

“All right, boss. We'll keep searching for the
intruder. Maybe we can find something.”

“Get the best private investigators you can hire.
We're going to need more than just the cops' help to solve this one.”

“I'm on it. Have a safe flight back, Mr. Sinclair.”

“Thanks, Alan. I’ll see you as soon as I get there.”

I cut off the call and shoved my hand through my hair,
frustration setting in. This wasn’t good. I slowly opened the bathroom door and
glanced across the room at Lilah as she slept peacefully and wondered if she
was dreaming of me. I hoped so.

I sighed. I hated that I had to leave. I'd been
looking forward to spending the next two days with her, sightseeing, wining and
dining her all across Paris, following through on what Colonel Tanaka had told
me: show her your heart and leave the rest up to her. But this was an
emergency, and I had to get back immediately.

I dialed my pilot's number, and he answered with a
sleepy mumble.

“G-g-good morning, sir,” he managed to get out.

“Sorry to wake you, Zach, but I’m going to need you to
get out of bed, get to the airport, and get the plane ready ASAP,” I said.

“N-now?”

“Yeah, now. We have no time to lose. It's an
emergency.”

There was urgency in my voice, and I could hear that
it was waking him up.

“Yes, sir,” he responded, with far more readiness this
time. “We'll be ready to fly as soon as possible. See you there.”

My next call was to my driver, instructing him to stop
by my hotel and pick up my clothes and belongings from my room. Then, I gave
him the address of my current location and told him to pick me up from this
hotel after he was done.

I then Googled and called up a local chauffeur company
for tourists.

“BD Chauffeurs, how can I help you?”

“Hi. I'd like a private chauffeur for the next two
days. Luxury vehicle, on-call 24-7.”

“Certainly, sir; we currently have a senior driver
with a Mercedes S-class available if that suits you?”

“Perfect.”

I gave them Lilah's details and told them to pick her
up from the hotel when she called them.

I padded into the room and sat down on the edge of the
bed, looking down at Lilah. I couldn't stop myself from leaning over and
planting a gentle kiss on her forehead as she slept. She smiled in her sleep
and then rolled onto her side. She was lost in the land of dreams, and as much
as I wanted to wake her, kiss her, explain what was going on, I thought it
would be best to let her sleep. I tiptoed back to the bathroom where I showered
and freshened up before heading back into the bedroom where I got dressed in
the previous night's clothes. I'd get into a fresh suit in the limo; it was
spacious enough to get changed in.

I wrote a note for Lilah explaining the situation and
giving her the details of the chauffeur company. I also told her I would have
loved to have personally shown her around Paris, but because of the
circumstances, she'd have to see it on her own.

 
I left her a
company credit card and instructed her to use it to purchase a first-class
ticket back home when the time came and for any incidentals and meals she might
need. I also asked if she’d let me know when her flight would be set to arrive
in the States so I could arrange for my driver to pick her up from the airport.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed as I was finishing up
the note–my driver alerting me that he was waiting downstairs.

I gave Lilah one last kiss on her forehead, then
quietly left the room.