Dance for the Billionaire(13)

"I'll hold you to that!"

"As long as you're willing to try."

"Try what?"

"I will tell you when you're ready." He pressed the third finger inside  her and she wiggled to accommodate them. "I love that you're so tight,  and yet you're so eager to accommodate me. It won't be long before I  will be fisting this sweet pussy, baby."

"Fisting? You're kidding, right" Shocked, she stared up at him. "You should be called Dominant not Dominic!"

Dominic threw back his head and laughed. "I'm not a Dom, my sweet and  it's a good thing or we would be heading for trouble. You're not what I  would call submissive."

It was Chantelle's turn to laugh. She wouldn't meekly submit to him, but  she would allow him to take her on the sexual journey he promised … he  seemed to know what he was doing.

Her laughter faded as he quickly pulled his fingers out and positioned  himself, hooking her right leg over his arm as he drove himself home  with a quick thrust.

Chantelle moaned as he filled her.

"I don't know if I'll ever get enough of your tight pussy, baby." The  admission seemed to pain Dominic. He started a fast rhythm that quickly  brought Chantelle to her peak and over it. Yet he kept up the pace,  almost as if he wanted to punish her for making him want her so much.





Chapter Eight



"Derek's already made some progress with the house."

"Already?" They were lying on the office sofa, him spooning her from  behind, recovering from their latest bout of lovemaking. She turned to  and face him. "We only spoke about it yesterday."

"Yes, but there is a four hour time difference between here and Jamaica.  Derek went to see your contractor and it's as your grandfather  suspected. The man has already bought everything-windows, bathroom tiles  and the paint-he needs to finish the house. It's all packed up in his  storeroom. His original estimate of twenty thousand was more than  enough, but when your uncle came up with the idea of asking you for five  thousand more, he decided to go along with the plan and earn some easy  money. He gave your uncle the two and a half thousand pounds as agreed.  He wasn't happy when your uncle decided to ask for another ten  thousand."

"I can't believe that Uncle James would be such a complete bastard!"  Chantelle was so angry for a moment she couldn't breathe. Her mother  could have been in Jamaica rebuilding her life for several years now if  her brother hadn't objected to having her in the house. And now he had  undermined Chantelle's alternative solution.   





 

"Don't worry about him. Derek is on the case now and the house will be  ready in less than two weeks. People like your uncle get the comeuppance  one day."

"Two weeks!" Chantelle gasped, then kissed him swiftly on the lips and  drew her head back to smile at him. "I don't know how to thank you!"

"I'll show you how in a minute," he promised. "I need to go to Jamaica  to sort out a couple of issues with my bank account there. Your brother  and sisters can all come with us and return at the end of the summer  holidays. We'll stay for a week to see your mother and grandparents  settled."

"I haven't been to Jamaica since I was ten!" Chantelle's eyes lit up at  the prospect before reality stepped in. "But I can't go at the moment!"

"Why not?"

"Dominic, I've just started this job. I can't ask for time off already!"

"Of course you can. I'll approve it."

"I already get funny looks from some members of the team. I don't want  to confirm their suspicions by being off the same time as you are."

Dominic gave a tsk of frustration, before he said, "I have to make a  trip there to take care of some unfinished business personally. I'll  take them down with me and get everything sorted."

"You would do that for me?"

"It's nothing," he dismissed. "Derek is a government official-"

"He works for the government?" Chantelle had imagined a muscled thug who  always got things done, like the ones she'd seemed in gangster movies.  "You made him sound like an enforcer!"

"He has his ways."

Chantelle pulled Dominic's full bottom lip between hers, deciding that  she preferred not to know more about those ways, or the means the man  employed to get things done.

***

The next two weeks flew by in a whirlwind of activity. The news that she  could finally go home to Jamaica seemed to have snapped Carol Payne out  of her drunken daze. She spent several day sorting through the dozens  of outfits she had owned from the time she and her husband had been  regular partygoers. She binned a few, donated other to the local charity  and kept several that had surprisingly come back into the style in the  cyclic world that was fashion. Chantelle and Cerise even managed to snag  five tops between them.

Her mother didn't give up drinking altogether, but instead of finding an  empty bottle every day in the rubbish bin, Chantelle found one every  three to four days.

The night before she left, her mother sat her down and spoke to her like  the mother she should have always been. "I know that Dominic made all  this possible. I won't ask for details. I'm thankful, but I will beg  you, don't hang your hat where your hand can't reach. I did that with  your father. From the time I was thirteen I coveted the pretty brown  skin bowy who lived down the road. He didn't even know my proper name  when I asked him to marry me. But, I got what I deserved, though. I had  another man, the neighbor's son. He was a farmer with no education. He  wasn't good enough for me when I got the chance to come to England. You  know I didn't tell a single soul that I married your father before we  left? We took different cars to the airport and only spoke to each other  when we got on the plane. I thought he was keeping my secret. I didn't  know he had a bigger one."

"Mum, all that's behind you now. This is a chance for you to start  over." Chantelle smiled at her mother and teased, "Even find yourself a  nice man."

Her mother laughed and then made a wry face as she got to her feet. "Once he's not a pretty bowy!"

"'Night, Mum."

"Goodnight, Chantelle."

She watched her mother leave the room and felt like sobbing like she was  a three-year-old. Her mother may not have been the most reliable in the  last years, but there was a time when she had been a sexy, vibrant  woman-part of a gorgeous couple who had outshone their friends. Their  spotless house, beautiful children and seemingly loving marriage had  been the envy of other couples. The topple off her throne would have  been deeply wounding for her mother if her father had left her for  another woman; that he'd left her for a man had been more devastating a  blow than her mother could have dealt with at the time.

Though there had been times her mother hadn't emerged from her bedroom  for days, it had been comforting to know that she was there in the  house.

Chantelle was going to miss her.

And there would be no Dominic to offer comfort for the next week, but at  least the timing coincided perfectly with her time of month.   





 

They had taken far too many chances in the last two weeks, making love  almost every lunch time in the luxurious three-bedroom penthouse flat  Dominic had rented, a few minutes walk from the office, and occasionally  ending up there after work when Dominic couldn't get enough of her in  the measly lunch hour. The man was insatiable! To be fair, she was only a  little better. Sex was a drug she had discovered and she couldn't get  enough of it.

Dominic often worked from home, so thankfully his absences weren't  noticed. She was entitled to a lunch break and although there were times  she must have come back to the office looking well and truly pleasured,  no one could suspect it had anything to do with Dominic.

What was far more telling was the hungry look in his eyes whenever he  saw her. Sooner or later someone at the office would notice it and the  secret would be out. They argued constantly about her desire to keep the  relationship a secret.

"We're both mature adults. What's the damned problem?" he'd asked  impatiently when she'd told him that she planned to walk several corners  away from his house-to where one had dropped off earlier-to hail a taxi  home.

They had just collapsed exhausted onto the mammoth bed in his home after  three hours of mind-blowing sex, the week after their tryst in his  office. When she'd realized that he had full-streaming movies and music  services, she'd excitedly chosen to watch Sparkle. The movie had played  on in the background without her seeing any of it until much later that  evening. Refusing his offer of a lift home, she'd left an  exhausted-looking but annoyed Dominic who had ordered her to call him as  soon as she'd arrived safely home.

Many women would jump at the chance to be seen on his arm, Chantelle  knew, but their relationship wouldn't last for long if his previous  relationships were anything to go by. Men like Dominic got bored easily  and moved on. She didn't want to forever be known as the ‘ex-girlfriend  of billionaire playboy Dominic O'Brien'.