Dance for the Billionaire(22)

“Thanks.” Then she mischievously ran her fingers through his lustrous black hair and said, “And so are your baby curls.”

“You’re asking for trouble,” he warned, stripping her coat off and slipping her high-heeled pumps. They barely made a sound as they hit the thickly-padded carpet.#p#分页标题#e#

“I can handle it,” she said confidently.

“I hope so.”

His response sent a tiny thrill of fear through her, but they had gotten past the awkward first time—she had nothing to worry about now.

He reached behind her and picked up a slender white box which she hadn’t noticed. The name of the jewelers discreetly embossed on the side was synonymous with style and elegance…and exclusivity. Viewing was reputedly by appointment only.

The diamond-encrusted panther almost blinded Chantelle as Dominic carefully undid the clasp of the slender platinum chain.

“A gift for the gift you gave me last night.”

Chantelle, awed by the beauty of the craftsmanship of the animal captured in full flight, finally found her voice and objected as he slid it around her neck, “But—”

“I called and arranged an extra early appointment this morning. Don’t let the jeweler’s hard work in helping me find just the perfect pendant be all for nothing.”

Chantelle felt torn as he slipped the shoulder strap of her dress down and freed her breast, then did the same for the other—she hadn’t worn a bra. The jewelry was exquisite and would be the first non-costume piece she owned, but should she accept it from him after sleeping with him? It wasn’t money, but the whole business smacked of—

“I also got the perfect clamps for these.” He twisted her nipple firmly, interrupting her thoughts and making her gasp as sensations flooded her entire body. “But first I’m going to shave you.”

“Shave me?”

“You haven’t shaved before?”

“No. I trim.” She had always worried about getting unsightly razor bumps.

“Good.” He pushed the dress and her thong downwards. She stepped out of them as they pooled at her feet. “If you’ve never shaved before, you will feel everything more intensely.”

It was bizarre to have him lead her by the hand, as naked as the day she was born, while he was still fully clothed.

At least I have my glasses on, she thought in amusement.

And his gift. She remembered belatedly.

He’d already laid a large, fluffy, white towel on the marble countertop and had a new razor, shaving cream and lotion to hand.

“Wow! Talk about being prepared!” She tried to pull her hand free of his. “How often do you do this?”

“Stop it!” He commanded, tightening his grip and holding her captive. “I flew all the way to the Bahamas last week to conclude some business and end my relationship with the woman I was seeing there. I couldn’t even give her one last fuck because all I could think of was you!”

“Oh, Dominic!” Warmth filled her every pore—she’d worried so much about being just another body to him.

“Are you happy now?” He was clearly not pleased that he had let her rattle his cage.

“I am,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on tip-toe to kiss him.

He kissed her briefly and then smacked the left cheek of her behind smartly. “Enough of that for now. Time to get you shaved.”

He lifted her up onto the countertop and positioned her to his satisfaction. “Your legs will look gorgeous in stirrups.”

“I can’t ride.”

“I meant medical stirrups,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“What?” Chantelle sat up, ready to run for her life.

“Steady, now,” he soothed, pushing her back against the towel. “You will enjoy playing doctor with me.”

“I heard that billionaires were kinky, but—”

“We’re no more kinky than other men.” He made the first careful swipe with the razor. “We simply get to live out most, if not all, of our fantasies.”

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“You have such a pretty pussy, you shouldn’t hide it.” Dominic spun her to the left so that she could see the newly-shaven mound in the mirror. She won’t exactly call it pretty, but he must have seen quite a few in his time, so if he said it was pretty, then who was she to disagree. “Now keep your eyes there and watch me eat you.”

Chantelle watched as he slowly lowered his head to her suddenly plumper-looking clitoris and flicked it with his tongue. The sight was so erotic she couldn’t tear her eyes away, even if he hadn’t instructed her to keep looking. He placed his thumbs on either side of her nether lips and spread them softly.