Coerced (Billionaire romance)(14)

Then, he returned to her, his voice controlled even though he felt anything but. “You look exquisite. Chantal did an excellent job.”

“She’s very talented,” Elizabeth agreed, dropping her hands into her lap, unsure of what to do with herself.

The fact that she was unsure of her own beauty astounded him but he was selfishly grateful.

Elizabeth was a rare beauty in that she was completely unaware that she shone with a brilliance that blinded.

And she belonged to him.

His groin tightened uncomfortably. Would he make it through dinner? He had his doubts.

The server arrived with the wine and proceeded to pour two glasses, pre-ordered by Sutton before Elizabeth had arrived.

She seemed grateful for the liquid courage.

“Are you feeling all right?” He asked solicitously, trying to wrench his gaze from the bounty of her breasts but it was nearly a losing battle. “You seem flushed.”

Elizabeth’s gaze darted around the room, still uncertain. “I’m not used to being stared at. I feel self-conscious in this dress”

“You shouldn’t. You are the most beautiful woman in this place.” He arched his brow. “You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t know what to believe when it comes to you,” she admitted in a hushed whisper. “People like you don’t exist in my world.”

“Oh? And what kind of people would that be?”

Elizabeth took another sip before answering. “People who go to all this trouble for someone like me.”

Sutton leaned back to regard her with curiosity. “Tell me…what happened in your life that you got the impression that you had no value?”

At that Elizabeth blushed as she gave a tiny shrug. “I didn’t say I don’t have value…I’m just saying that…well, I don’t understand what you see in me that you couldn’t have found elsewhere.”

Sutton knew that Elizabeth held no fondness for him and he didn’t require it of her but it stung just the same that she continued to keep him at arm’s length even after he’d demonstrated that he wasn’t the devil.

“Do you like the clothes?”

“They’re very nice but not exactly me.”

“I wasn’t under the impression that you were overly attached to the former you.”

“You never asked.”

She had him there. “Touché.” Sutton swirled the wine in his glass leisurely but in truth, his insides were drawn taut.

He decided to share an uncustomary gesture of benevolence on his part.

In truth, he felt quite good about what he’d done today and wanted to bask in a resultant smile.

“I paid your sister’s room and board for the year. That should relieve some of your uncertainty that perhaps you are not doing the right thing for all concerned. I also had my people investigate Rising Dawn.”

Elizabeth startled, still in shock at his revelation but there were no smiles on her pretty face.

If anything, she looked rather pinched.

“Why would you do that?”

“Which part? The payment or the investigation?”

“Both.”

“I felt inclined to be generous.”

A long, uncomfortable silence stretched between him and his previous good mood began to evaporate.

When Elizabeth began a halting and altogether insincere ‘thank you’ he waved it away, with a negligent, cold shrug.

“It wasn’t entirely altruistic. I want you with no distractions. Rising Dawn is an excellent care facility and I’m sure after receiving the generous donation Buchanan Enterprises has bestowed upon their facility, your sister will, no doubt, be elevated to VIP service, which means I will not suffer any familial excuses intruding on my time with you.”

Elizabeth stared with incredulous anger. “Why did you do that? I didn’t ask you to.”

“It pleased me to do so.”

“And what will your generosity cost me?” Her flat tone angering him anew.

He snapped, “You will find out soon enough,” and finished his wine, immediately flustered by how quickly Elizabeth pushed his buttons. “Can you not simply say thank you? Must you always be so difficult?”

Elizabeth fell silent at his brusque retort. Then, she surprised him with a quiet, “Thank you.”

This was his reward for doing something nice. He motioned for the server. Note to self: don’t bother.

“Another bottle,” he told the man, who rushed to do his bidding — as most people did except Elizabeth.

But even as pissed as he was, he couldn’t stop staring at her beauty.

There was something delicate about her, even though she was voluptuous and thick.

Sutton flicked an imaginary piece of lint from the fine linen tablecloth.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he told her, “But the chip on your shoulder is unbecoming. Have you ever stopped to wonder how many people you’ve pushed away simply because you were too afraid to allow anything genuine past those iron gates?”

“Don’t presume to know my life,” Elizabeth said, stiffening. “Just because I give you my body doesn’t mean you get an all-access pass to anywhere else.”

He shocked her with a laugh when he realized something profound and something he hadn’t expected during the course of dinner.

In truth, it wasn’t entirely funny at all but he was struck by the similarities between them. Hadn’t he often been accused of being a cold bastard?

He’d learned long ago to keep people at a distance. Maybe all the blood rushing to his fucking groin had robbed his brain because he wasn’t thinking straight.

He leaned forward to ask, “Do you know how two porcupines make love?”

Elizabeth shook her head, bewildered by his sudden change in demeanor.

Sutton answered with a twist of his lips. “Very carefully.”





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“Go to the restroom and wait for me there,” Sutton instructed after the server had taken their orders and left. She stared, unsure she’d heard him correctly. He leaned forward, “Go now.”

“W-why?”

“Because I can’t take another moment without being inside you.”

Even as wildly inappropriate and shameful his admission was, Elizabeth couldn’t help the dark thrill arcing through her as she rose on shaky legs to walk to the restroom.

One last backward glance revealed a feral expression on Sutton’s face that took her breath away.

She closed the door and leaned against the wall, scared to death of what he planned to do. A nervous glance revealed a single stall in the fancy restroom, which was at least a blessing, but surely he didn’t plan to go through with…

The door opened and Sutton entered, locking it behind him and she knew there was no escaping what he planned.

Elizabeth couldn’t fight the immediate arousal that slicked her insides.

“I’m sure this is against the rules,” she said breathlessly as Sutton pulled her to him, his hand roaming her curves like a hungry man.

Elizabeth swallowed her gasp as his hand cupped her behind and pushed her tightly against his hard length.

“Fuck rules.”

And there it was.

Sutton lived by no one else’s creed and that single quality was both an insane turn-on and a distasteful turn-off at the same time.

Rules were in place for a reason. A world without rules was anarchy.

But could she even try to form that argument when Sutton’s hands were on her?

Hell no.

“Oh God,” she gasped as his wandering hand slipped up her dress to find her wet folds.

He was really doing this! Here! In a public restroom of the fanciest, most exclusive restaurant in town!

Elizabeth couldn’t stop the shiver of excitement that followed.

It was decadent and wrong but her heart was hammering like a beast inside her chest, powered by adrenalin and the taboo thrill of getting caught.

“That’s my bad girl,” he murmured against the shell of her ear as she clung to him, shuddering when his finger slipped inside her. “Being bad feels pretty good, doesn’t it?”

Sutton didn’t give her time to answer.

Within a blink, she was pressed against the wall, her dress up over her hips and his cock sliding into her tight sheath.

He pulled her hips back and she flattened against the wall, arching her back.

Sutton didn’t hesitate.

The sense of urgency in his thrusts sent her senses scuttling for safety but there was no escaping the extreme pleasure arrowing her womb, pulsing and grinding with total abandon as she barreled toward her own climax.

Maybe it was the fear of being caught that drove her desperately over that edge or maybe it was just that Sutton’s cock was supremely suited for her needs but within moments she was clenching and shaking and moaning as her release shook her hard.

Sutton followed soon after, coming with a harsh grunt as he poured himself into her, soaking her with jets of his spurting seed, bathing her in a volume of come that was almost obscene.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed as he withdrew, his voice shaky. “Jesus...”

She spun around to lean against the wall, needing the strength of something solid behind her or else she’d go sliding to the floor in a heap.

Her womb still pulsed with tiny rhythmic clutches that squeezed more pleasure out of her nerve endings and she wasn’t sure she would be able to walk.

Sutton, drawing a deep breath, returned his spent cock to his trousers and pulled her back into his arms as if he couldn’t quite get enough.