The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage) (26 page)

He didn’t try to sneak in or even make noise to announce his presence. If she were really deep into the work, she wouldn’t hear a bomb go off, let alone a slamming door.

Inside, she’d set up six large tables like she had in her garage. Instead of installing permanent wood boxes to hold the sheets of glass, she’d brought in commercial grade movable shelving, with pieces of cardboard and toweling in between the glass to protect them. She’d created a smaller space within the cavernous warehouse with the shelving and racks of tools. At the door, a table bore the remnants of the lunch he’d sent over, acres away from her work.

“Fucking son of a bitch,” she growled, startling him.

Had she heard him come in? But why on earth—

“Motherfucker.” She stood up, shaking her hand. “That’s going to leave a mark. Damn it.”

Concerned, he strode toward her, forgetting his irritation she hadn’t eaten. “Lilly? Are you all right?”

She jumped and whirled around, hiding her hand behind her back. “Donovan. Why are you here so early?”

“Early? It’s after six.”

“Oh. Strange. I could have sworn it was two or three in the afternoon just a few minutes ago.”

Ignoring her bright smile, he reached around her and grabbed her wrist to pull her left hand forward. An angry-looking red burn marred the back of her hand between her thumb and forefinger. He sucked in a breath and dragged her toward the bathroom.

“It’s not that bad. Donovan, seriously. I’ve burned myself much worse than this before. I usually keep an aloe plant handy just for this reason. That’s what happens when you use a four-hundred-degree soldering iron.”

“And where’s your aloe plant? At home?” He fought to keep his tone even and controlled, even while he seethed inside. “Why didn’t you put a first-aid kit on your list of supplies? Damn it, Lilly, I had no idea you’d get hurt making these fucking windows. I never would have asked you to work on them if I’d known you’d look like you tangled with a bobcat and then fell into an oven.”

“One,” she smiled faintly. “I never thought I’d have to start the count for
your
language.”

“Lilly!”

“It’s no big deal. Honest. I burn myself all the time. It happens. Glass cuts me sometimes. It’s the price I pay to create such beauty.”

“I don’t like it,” he ground out. He could hear the mean, hard edge to his voice but he couldn’t help it. His mouth twisted into a snarl. “I don’t like you getting hurt.”

She ran her hand beneath the cold water a few seconds and then sudsed both hands well despite how much it must sting. “Too bad.”

Too bad?
With a growl, he grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face him. “I. Don’t. Like. It.”

Lilly let out a low, velvety laugh that tied his intestines into knots. She even reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. What the…?

Then her fingers slipped under the collar he wore and she jerked his head down so hard he almost broke his nose on the top of her head. “I’m so very sorry your silk panties are in a wad, Mr. Douchebag, but it’s my
job
. The job
you
hired me for. I’m going to do the very best job I can. If you’re upset that I burned my hand, buy me a big fucking aloe plant tomorrow.”

Staring into her eyes, he tried to control his breathing, but one touch on the collar had him panting on the very edge. All his anger and worry fueled his lust to what could be a violently combustible explosion. “Two. And your boss is a complete fucking moron for putting you in danger.”

“Three. And I’m not in danger, silly boy. It’s nothing.”

“But—”

She let go of his collar so he could straighten. “Think about it. I’m not seriously injured. It hurts, yeah, but what do you think pain does for me? I can turn it into something else entirely.”

He knew very well what pain did for him, but it never occurred to him she might feel some of the same rush of endorphins. “That fucking iron wasn’t a fucking crop.”

“Five,” she replied, carefully blotting her burned hand dry on a napkin. “I never said it was. A serious injury would only hurt. This hurts, but with you standing here arguing and swearing and trying to intimidate me with your alpha arrogant ways, it only turns me on more.”

“Prove it.”

Her eyes narrowed and she planted her hands on her hips. “Be very careful, Donovan Morgan. Don’t throw down a challenge you don’t want to lose.”

She wasn’t sure what kind of game he was trying to play. If she didn’t know him better, she’d suspect he was trying to provoke her into taking him here and now.

In this very public, dirty warehouse bathroom.

That’s not Mr. Morgan’s prim and proper style.

“Prove it,” he growled out again. His eyes glittered, his hands fisted at his sides, his shoulders squared belligerently.

“All right. I will.” She unbuttoned her jeans and his eyes just about bugged out of his head. When the zipper came down, he growled again, a low warning rumble. “Did you think I wouldn’t actually do it?” Her jeans were tight enough she had to work her hand down inside her panties.
Luckily I didn’t burn my right hand. That’d hurt like a bitch rubbing on all this denim.
“You know I love a challenge.” She tipped her head like she was searching for something while she worked her fingers deeper. Deliberately, she let her breath catch on a husky moan. “Ah. Yes. Definitely wet.”

He slammed into her so quickly she couldn’t even think. One minute she was standing. The next, he had her sitting up on one of the sinks, her back against the mirror. “Let me see. Or better yet, give me a taste.”

She hauled her hand out and slipped her fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them greedily, wrapping his tongue around her fingers until she moaned again. “You’re so good with your tongue, lover boy. I don’t think you’d even have to put your mouth on my clit to get me off.”

He pulled back enough to say, “Let’s find out, shall we?” He licked just her fingertips. “Though maybe I can help out just a little.”

His fingers stroked on the outside of her panties, tracing the triangle bared by her gaping jeans. She squirmed against him, working to get him deeper. “I ought to just shove my pants down and let you have at it.”

“Don’t you dare. God only knows what kind of infectious diseases are in this dump. I can manage just fine like this.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t had a hazmat crew out here to clean this bathroom up to your standards.” She tried to keep her tone light, but his tongue… Damn. He flattened his tongue around her fingertip, pushing and rubbing just like he would on her clit. She pushed her finger deeper, in and out, mimicking a good slow fuck that made him tighten his mouth around her. “Someday I’m going to fuck your delicious ass. If you’ll let me.”

He moaned around her finger, sucking harder. His knuckles ground against her clit, making her arch into him. She wrapped her hand around his nape, crooked an ankle around his hips to keep him close and then closed her eyes and let go. Her body quivered, muscles clenching with release, but it only made her hungry for more. She wanted him inside her, all his fury and strength pounding her into the wall. Ravenous for him, she jerked her finger out of his mouth and started working one-handed on his trousers.

“Lilly?”

She pressed her mouth to his, tightening her grip on his hair. Swinging her other thigh up, she trapped him close, though he could certainly break free if he tried. He kissed her back a moment, sucking on her tongue as diligently as he’d sucked her fingers earlier, but then he twisted his mouth aside with a low, desperate sound.

“Mistress, this isn’t…”

She leaned up and bit his lip hard enough his breath rushed out. His pants weren’t nearly as tight as her jeans, so it was easy to get her hand on his cock.

“Glass. Glass!”

Shaken, she froze, not even breathing.
His safeword. I drove him to use his safeword. God. What have I done?

“I’m sorry, Lilly, Mistress. Please, don’t do this to me. I can’t make love to you in such a filthy place. I never intended for it to go so far.”

Sighing out the breath she’d been holding, she dropped her head against his chest. She pulled her hand off his cock, even though it made her groan with loss. At least she hadn’t unbuttoned his pants, just unzipped them.
He’d probably never forgive me if his pants had touched this dirty floor.
“Don’t you dare apologize, Donovan. I’m terribly sorry I took you this far. I know your limits.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered, rubbing his chin on the top of her head. “I love your passion. I love how easily you forget everything but me. I just don’t want to look back and remember this place. Not like that.”

He’s so sentimental. He’s probably been hoarding up memories of me.
“Where did I first kiss you?”

“My office,” he answered immediately. “It was also the first place I touched you.”

“I guess that’s an easy question. We haven’t been together too long.”

“I’ll always remember. Every moment. Every kiss. Every touch. The time on the boat. How I almost came the first time at Dmitri’s. Everything.”

Lifting her head, she sighed. “And now you’re going to remember the time you had to give me your safeword in a scary public restroom because I was trying to molest you.”

He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Actually, I’m remembering how you came just from sucking on my fingers and letting me rub against you a bit.”

“You gave your safeword,” she said softly, searching his face. “That’s good. I’m glad you chose to stop me. I want you to give me your safeword whenever you’re uncomfortable.”

He helped her down but drew her against him. “And you listened to me. You were afraid you couldn’t be Mistress and Lilly both, but I think you proved you’ve been both all along.”

Narrowing her eyes, she studied his face, suddenly suspicious. Had he set her up? She’d said before she was worried about being able to stop if she’d given up control.
Maybe he came in here and deliberately antagonized me just to give me his safeword to prove a point.
“So I did. Hopefully you won’t find it too difficult in the future to bend your massive ego and give it again.”

“Massive ego? Me?” He pretended to be affronted, although he smiled while he tucked himself back in and zipped up his pants. “Massive, maybe, but not my ego.”

She snorted. “You sexy beast. I can’t be mad at you for long when you’re so very
massive
.”

A dog barked, drawing her attention to the door. “Someone’s here.”

“That’s Hank? How do you know someone’s here?”

She zipped up her jeans too and headed back to the main room. “He didn’t bark when
you
came in.” At Donovan’s startled look, she had to smile. “He likes you. He knows you’re not a stranger.”

No one was in the main room, but Hank paced in front of the exit. She ran over to the door with Donovan on her heels, just in time to see a car drive out of the lot. “Hmmm. Maybe he was looking for someone. I don’t recognize the car so I don’t think it was one of my people.”

“At least we weren’t otherwise occupied in the bathroom. That could have been embarrassing.”

She went back in and made sure everything was unplugged and turned off. “Speak for yourself, lover boy.”

“You’re an exhibitionist?”

She had to laugh—the tips of his ears were turning red. “I don’t crave it, but yeah, I could put on a show without a problem. There’s very little inhibition in me, Donovan.”

“Doesn’t anything bother you? I mean, don’t you have anything that would make you draw the line?”

“Sure.” She turned out the lights and waited while he drew his keys out to lock the door. When she grabbed his ass and squeezed, he almost dropped the keys. “I draw the line at sharing. This ass is mine and mine alone.”

“You’re not a three-year-old toddler, Mistress. Don’t you know how to share?”

“I don’t share my toys, lover boy, and that’s final.”

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I can live with that.”

Chapter Twenty

“So.” Marie kicked back with a glass of soda, her eyes sparkling with interest. Wine would have been better for girl talk, but Lilly could only swing an hour mid-afternoon. Donovan would blow a gasket if he found out she’d been drinking and then tried to use a soldering iron. “How long have you been with Mr. Douchebag?”

Lilly poured herself a glass and sat back, propping her feet on her coffee table. But she couldn’t see her friend over the ridiculously huge aloe plant. An even bigger one had been delivered to the warehouse.
I bet he had to send off to Brazil or something to find such a big plant.
She moved it aside with her foot. Thinking back, she was shocked at how little time had actually passed since she’d walked into Morgan Industries. It felt like a lifetime had passed in a heartbeat. “About a month.”

“And you haven’t killed him yet? Impressive.”

She smiled and took a long sip. “You have no idea.”

“Mmmm, do tell.”

“Honey, you’d never recover. You certainly wouldn’t believe it.”

“That good, huh? And he’s able to deal with Mistress L?”

“Confidentially? Mistress L is why he found me.”