The Hotel 2 (The Billionaire Seduction)
By Lola Darling
THE HOTEL: BOOK TWO
Copyright © 2015 Lola Darling
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover Design: British Empire Designs
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Dominic
Rexford is so close.
My boss is on the other side of
this penthouse door. My sexy, dangerous boss. And I can have him –
I can have every one of his tempting promises. All I have to do is
swipe the keycard and step inside.
No more games. I want you,
Juliet.
I shiver remembering the lust in
his voice when he delivered his final ultimatum. I picture him
inside, his shirt unbuttoned over that muscular body, tie loose
around his neck. Stepping over this threshold is the biggest risk
I’ve ever taken. My whole future is on the line. He could ruin
all my plans, or make them come true in ways I never imagined.
I take a deep breath.
Close my eyes. And
swipe the card.
I push the door wide and go in
before I can change my mind. I’ve never been up here before:
this is the Rexford suite, for VIPs only. Now, I drink in every
detail. The softly lit foyer spills into a wide, airy living room
with an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. I take in the
luxurious leather furniture and marble fireplace, but then I catch
movement out of the corner of my eye, and everything falls away.
It’s him. Dominic. Walking
toward me, a champagne flute in each firm hand.
My pulse kicks. Damn, he’s hot in his white dress shirt and tie, looking at me like he wants to devour me just like my sexy premonition.
But even my imagination couldn’t capture how good he looks.
Powerful. Devastating.
Smug.
“I’m glad you came.”
His smile is satisfied, like he just won a bet. But I guess he did,
because I’m here, despite everything that’s happened.
“Drink?”
I nod, suddenly nervous. His dark
eyes rake over me as he hands me a glass. I tip it up and take a
quick gulp, and warmth spreads through me: from the champagne, and
the heat in his appraisal.
“You took your time.”
Dom’s eyes darken just a little. I feel a surge of victory.
Maybe he wasn’t so sure I’d make it. I decide to tease
him, just a little.
I shrug, taking another sip. “I
didn’t realize we were on the clock.”
Dom surveys me. “The limo
was to your liking?”
“It was fine.”
“And the suite?” he
gestures around.
I give another shrug, like it
isn’t the most luxurious room I’ve ever been in. “It’ll
do.”
His lips quirk in a smile. “I
thought you’d like it.”
I give a flirty smile. “Have
this all planned out, don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“You knew I would come.”
This man doesn’t hesitate,
not for a second. “Yes.”
His confidence would be
infuriating if it wasn’t so damn sexy. I take a breath, trying
to steady myself. Already, my nerves are thrumming in anticipation
for his touch.
“You always get what you
want, right, Dominic? Must be rough.” I place my glass down and
saunter past him to the windows, playing it cool.
He follows, stepping in close.
His breath is hot against the back of my neck as he answers. “This
is what you want too, Juliet. Don’t try and deny it. Not now.”
He’s right. I made my
choice back in the hallway. Hell, that’s not even true. I made
my choice the minute Dominic Rexford put his hands on me. I could
have walked away a dozen times since then, and we both know it. No
matter the risks, I can’t seem to stay away from him.
Why fight it anymore? Why not
just surrender to this incredible connection?
Dominic slips his arms around me,
running his hands gently down my bare arms.
I squeeze my thighs against the
blossom of heat between my legs and make one last-ditch effort for
the upper hand. I nod out at the gorgeous night skyline, Chicago lit
up in the dark. “To tell the truth, I really only came for the
view.”
A low rumble comes from his
throat. “It’s very nice.”
Dominic leans in and brushes his
lips to my neck. His fingertips are still tracing lightly along my
arms and stomach. I sink back against him as the pleasure shivers
through me, fighting to keep still. His hands rove over me, moving to
my breasts, so soft, only a whisper of sensation.
I feel it everywhere.
God, this man. He can turn me on
in an instant, make me wet and aching for him.
I hold out as long as I can
against his soft seduction, then I break. I turn, reaching for him,
needing him hard against me. But Dom is already one step ahead: he
pulls me in, kissing me hard as he crushes me to his muscular frame.
Yes
.
This is exactly what I came here for.
I reach up to loop my hands
around his neck, needing something solid to hold onto as his lips
devour me. His hands cup my face, he pulls my lower lip between his
teeth, his tongue demanding mine. Or am I demanding him? I lose track
of everything as we feast on each other.
Dominic winds my hair in his
fingers and tugs, pulling my head back. I gasp at the dominance.
“Dominic…” I whisper as he kisses down my neck.
“No,” he murmurs
against my skin. “Don’t say my name. I want you to scream
it.”
He lifts me in one swift move. I
cling on tight, my legs going around his waist, my hands gripping his
bare shoulders. He kisses me again, effortlessly carrying me through
the suite. My blood is racing, and the tension is throbbing low and
warm inside me by the time we reach the bedroom and he sets me down.
“Do you know how many times
I’ve imagined you here?” he growls. “Your gorgeous
tits bare, your legs spread wide for me?”
My eyes go to the bed. It’s
massive, an antique four poster, king-sized at least.
Dominic takes my chin in a firm
but gentle grip and turns my head back to him, so I can see the
intensity in his gaze. “I get hard every damn time I think
about you, Juliet. This afternoon in my office, I wanted to rip your
shirt open and press you against the glass so the entire street could
see me fucking you.”
My breath stills. “Why
didn’t you?” I whisper, imagining it.
Dom smiles down at me. A
powerful, controlled look. “Because this time, you’re
going to give me everything I want.”
He traces my jaw, then slides his
thumb in my mouth. I can taste him, feel the rough pad of his finger
invading me. It’s so incredibly erotic that I gasp, breathless.
We lock eyes.
And then I suck.
Dominic groans. He backs away and
sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens his tie, and begins to
unbutton his shirt.
“Strip,” he commands.
One word, said so powerfully.
I don’t even think about it
as I take hold of the hem of my shirt. I raise the fabric and shiver
against the cool air that drifts over my stomach. Higher, higher, I
slowly pull it over my head until I’m left in just my black
lace bra.
Dominic’s eyes go dark. He
twists his tie tight between his hands. I realize who has the power
right now, and it’s not him. It’s
me
.
I let my shirt drop to the floor.
Slowly, I undo the button on my
jeans. Looking up at him through lowered lashes, I rotate my hips a
little—slowly at first. Then, with more purpose as I lower the
zipper and see how hard Dominic swallows. I sway my hips and arch my
back just enough to thrust my breasts out as I edge down the waist of
my jeans.
Below my hip bones. Below the
strings of my thong.
Dominic’s nostrils flare a
bit as he winds the tie completely between his fists until his
knuckles turn white.
I leave my jeans low on my hips
and run my hands over my waist. Up my ribs to cup my breasts, before
gliding up my neck and lifting my hair. He gets off the bed with a
groan. Sexual tension rolls off him as he reaches for me, and it only
makes my need worse.
He picks me up and throws me down
on the bed, crushing me with a kiss. He yanks my jeans off in one
move, then unhooks my bra. In seconds, I’m nearly naked, laying
in front of him on the bed.
“I fantasized about this,
too.” Dom takes my wrists in one hand and then uses his tie to
secure them to the headboard. He binds me loosely, as if he’s
asking permission and giving me an easy out all in one swoop. I’m
glad. I’ve never been tied up before, but already, it’s
making me weak with desire. “My Juliet, totally at my mercy.”
His hand slides over my breasts
and down my belly, teasing me until his fingers finally slip beneath
the waist of my panties.
“Spread your legs, Juliet.”
I do, arching my back, wanting
him to touch me.
“Good girl. So good.”
He leans over me, his lips
closing over my nipple as his fingers delve into my panties. My eyes
roll back from the burst of sensation that shoots through me. His
fingertips graze against my clit, but it’s not enough.
Spreading my legs wider, I whimper a little. Still, Dom torments me:
stroking softly over my clit, skimming over my aching pussy, but
never touching hard enough; deep enough.
I’m going crazy here. I
want him inside me when I come, want to feel his body on mine, his
taste in my mouth.
“Don’t go slow,”
I beg, wound to breaking point. “Don’t tease. Please,
just fuck me.”
He moves to the other nipple and
pulls it between his teeth. “Maybe I want to tease you.”
“Next time.”
He breathes a laugh and drops
kisses down my body. He’s not going to give me what I want. But
he’s going to give me everything I need.
Dominic yanks my panties down and
settles between my thighs. I start to close my eyes, but I want to
watch him. My hands are bound, I can’t touch him, but I can
see.
He dips into my tight, slick
opening, slowly sinking his finger inside me.
“God, yes,” I moan.
He parts me, his breath so hot
against my damp skin as he moves closer. My body is quivering with
anticipation, my clit begging for his touch. I open my eyes—
And let out a scream.
There’s a man standing
behind Dom, lounging in the doorway with his arms crossed and a smug
grin on his face.
“Dom!” I slam my
thighs together, almost crushing him. He turns. For a split second,
he freezes—shocked like me—before pulling back.
“What the hell!” His
voice rings out in anger. He grabs the comforter and throws it over
my naked body.
“Please, don’t stop
on my account.” The man saunters over to the bed. “I was
rather enjoying the view.”
I yank free from the restraints
and clutch the bedcovers to me. I recognize him: he’s the guy
who was flirting with me at the front desk the other day!
Dominic points to the door. “Get
the fuck out, Xander.”
Xander
?
I realize who this intruder must
be. Alexander, Dominic’s wandering, playboy, yacht-racing
brother.
“Bad timing, big brother?”
Xander’s eyes fall to me, his mouth curving into a cocky smirk.
“Well, maybe for her. Sorry, love.”
Oh God. Humiliation slams through
me. How long was he watching us?
Dominic shoves Xander back. “Out.
Now.”
He hustles Xander out of the
room. I quickly grab my clothes from the floor and pull them back on
as fast as I can. Shit. Shit!
When I nervously edge into the
living room, the brothers are in the middle of a heated conversation.
“What are you doing here?”
Dominic’s voice is low, threatening.
Xander’s eyebrows shoot up.
“You didn’t answer my calls, so I figured I’d stop
by.”
Dominic grabs Xander’s
shoulder. He says something that I can’t hear.
Xander sighs dramatically. “It’s
getting harder to protect your throne, isn’t it?” His
gaze goes to me. “I’m sorry, we weren’t introduced
properly. Xander Rexford, at your service.”
