The Billionaire's Dance(4)

She sunk to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. She was  grateful now she'd had a few extra drinks because it was the only thing  calming her nerves.

"The phone isn't picking up." Alex's voice startled her. "We're going to  have to wait this out but don't worry, elevators are extremely secure  and it won't take them long to get us out."

His voice drew closer and then his foot kicked her in the ribs. She let  out a whoosh of breath. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" he dropped to his  knees and began running his hands from her legs up to her side. Her  lungs exploded in a gasp, as heat pooled in her core.

"I'm fine, really, you barely touched me at all," she said huskily. He  seemed to realize what he was doing because his hands stilled suddenly  and then they were gone. She breathed another sigh, not sure if it was  relief or disappointment.

Alex could hear the huskiness in her voice and it sent a kick right to  his gut. He wanted her badly and now they were alone … in the dark … for who  knew how long. If he didn't keep his distance he wouldn't be  responsible for what happened next.

"How long do you think it'll take for them to get us out?" she asked, trying to fill the silence.         

     



 

"It won't take long. Did you enjoy yourself this evening? I think half a  million was raised by the time I left," he said, seeming to know she  needed the comfort of words to fill the void.

She didn't speak for several moments and he started to wonder if she was  having a panic attack. He really hoped not. He didn't know how to deal  with hysterical women.

"You know, we really are safe Jessica. These things don't just plunge  through the shaft and explode on the bottom, like in the movies. That's  just Hollywood's way of making things exciting," he said in an attempt  to comfort her.

When she still didn't speak, he moved next to her again and let his leg  rest against hers. Her body seemed to relax and he heard her breath  escape in a sigh.

"Sorry. I just really don't like the dark," she finally said to him.  "What do you do in your free time?" she asked, needing to hear the sound  of his voice.

"I like to travel. I handle most of our international business, because  my older brother has so much work to do here and Mark would choose to  never fly if he could get away with it. I, on the other hand, am happy  to be in a different country each month. My father usually has to drag  me home," he said with a chuckle.

He was noticing lately though he was staying home more often. He'd  started to really miss his family. He was even finding himself enjoying  the time spent on his brother's ranch, herding cattle.

Many things that had once excited him were starting to lose their  appeal. He figured he was just getting older. Of course he was only  thirty-two and shouldn't be thinking of himself as aging. "What about  you? What makes Jessica happy?"

"I used to travel a lot with my father but I grew bored of it. I'm  really more of a homebody now. I do a lot of volunteer work which keeps  me plenty busy. I've been taking some courses at the college, nothing  major, just some fun art, cooking and photography classes. I have a  Masters degree in Business because my father wanted me to go into the  family corporation but I can't stand sitting behind a desk all day," she  trailed off.

Alex was surprised she'd gone so far in school. Most of the ladies he  knew, with her amount of money at their disposal, didn't feel a need to  go to school. They just lived on their parents' money and name until  they snagged themselves a rich husband.

Jessica sat there, extremely aware of Alex's leg pressed up against  hers. She was incredibly attracted to him but it didn't matter because  men like him didn't give her the time of day except for a quick trip to  bed. He was far too sexy and masculine for her. They always went after  the ditzy blondes with huge breasts and no brains. The kind of woman  like the bleach-blonde she'd seen him dancing with earlier that evening.  The kind of woman who they considered a trophy for their arms.

She wouldn't reveal to him how her heart ached to be loved for herself  and not her money. She wanted to be desired and to be the only thing on a  man's mind. More silence engulfed them, making her hyper aware of his  scent. It would be so easy to lean into him and find some comfort.

The elevator made a groaning sound and jerked slightly. Jessica let out a  gasp and then she locked her arms around Alex, shaking in fear. She was  going to die in the dark, tiny box.

"It's okay Jessica, the elevator's just settling a bit. I promise you it  won't fall. There are several back-up safety features for all  emergencies. Even if it did fall, which I guarantee you it won't, we'd  get a little bruised up in the worst case scenario. You have nothing to  worry about." He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her  trembling body.

He kept speaking in a soothing whisper and stroked her from the small of  her spine, up to her neck and back down again. She didn't know if it  was his words or the touch of his hands but soon she wasn't so afraid.

"I really am sorry Alex. I've just always had a fear of the dark.  Believe it or not, I still have a small light on at my place. I know  logically that nothing is going to come and get me from the dark but I  think I watched far too many Stephen King movies as a child and they  stuck with me," she said with a little self depreciating laugh.

They began talking about different topics, just passing the time. He  didn't push her aside and she didn't offer to move from his lap. She  knew she probably should but she felt so much comfort sitting there she  couldn't will herself to move.

After more time passed the rubbing stopped comforting her and started  making heat pool inside her stomach. His hands were traveling lower with  each pass and more wide spread. She could feel him touching the sides  of her breasts, stomach and hips. She started breathing heavier and  could feel her body becoming more aroused.         

     



 

She felt his hand run up her neck and grip the back of her head. He  turned her and then his lips were finally pressed against hers. She  would've thought the heat from their lips colliding would've been enough  to sear the walls.

His tongue slipped inside her mouth and her body exploded with pleasure.  She'd never been kissed so hungrily. The passion in his kiss left no  doubts he would be a fantastic lover. She knew she needed to stop them  from continuing. She was trying to gain the will-power to pull away when  his hand slid up under her skirt and skimmed her bare hip. The only  thing between his hands and her heated core was a wisp of fabric, which  she was surprised hadn't melted away from the burning of her body.

Without breaking the kiss he shifted her body so she was straddling his  lap, allowing his hands more access to explore her. His hands roamed all  over, making her arch into him. She could feel his desire pressing  against her aching heat and she damned the clothes keeping them apart.

She gave into her own internal battle and let herself feel everything he  was doing to her. He ran his tongue from her mouth to her neck, gently  biting at her pounding pulse point. She wiggled against him while he  slowly slid the thin strap of her dress down her shoulder, with his lips  following its process.

She felt the cool air touch her aching nipples only seconds before his  mouth was lavishing the hardened peaks. She threw her head back and  groaned as rolling waves of sensation washed through her. He thoroughly  loved her tender breasts before his mouth licked and kissed its way back  up her neck and then fastened onto her lips once more.

While he continued kissing her she felt him shifting their clothing  around. Finally, there was nothing between them and he was enclosed  within her in one swift thrust. She gasped out loud at the unbelievable  pleasure of their joined bodies. He gripped her hips, leading her up and  down on his large erection. She quickly took over and started moving,  encouraged by his quickly accelerated breathing. He held her head with  one hand, pulling her closer, sealing their mouths, mimicking the  movements of their bodies with his tongue. He brought his other hand to  her swollen womanhood and flicked it, sending her over the edge in an  explosion of pleasure.

She began shaking around him, gripping him even tighter into her  pulsating body. He grabbed her lower back and thrust up into her one  final time, letting out a groan of pleasure as he spilled his seed deep  inside of her.

Jessica collapsed against him as they both tried to regain their breath.  They were still connected together. She was so satisfied she wanted  nothing more than to lay her head against his chest and fall asleep in  his arms.

There was another jerk of the elevator and then the lights flickered.  She jumped off him in a panic, quickly straightening out her clothing.  Luckily, he'd only taken the time to move her clothes instead of  removing them. She backed away until she felt the wall behind her. She  prayed he was putting his clothes back into place too.