"Not at all," Dom says smoothly. "My colleague and I were just discussing some ideas for our big anniversary party."
Blaine eyes me nastily, his gaze raking over my body in a way that makes my skin crawl.
"I have to give you credit, Dominic. Pulling in a fresh young … talent … to try and dig you out of your hole. Well done." He scratches his belly and leers at my chest again.
Ugh.
"How are things?" Blaine continues. "The promotion I ran hit you hard, didn't it, Rexford? Don't answer that. I know it did. But, hey, it won't be your problem for much longer, will it?"
Dominic's lips curve into a humorless smile, the kind that radiates danger and the threat of sudden violence. I expect Blaine's lip to get busted at any second, but to his credit, Dom remains seated and far more composed than I feel. His ability to handle, well, everything, amazes me.
Dom puts his hand up, and a server comes immediately over. "Yes, sir, Mr. Rexford?"
"See that Mr. Prescott returns to his table with a glass of port, with my compliments."
The server gulps, but Blaine can take a hint. "See you around, Rexford." He strolls away.
There's silence.
"Are you OK?" I ask. Dom's face is set like stone.
He throws his napkin down. "Suddenly, I've lost my appetite. Let's go."
Chapter Five
We drive to the Rexford in silence. Anger is still rolling in waves off Dom, and I don't know what to say. I accompany him up to the penthouse, and he closes the door behind us and tosses his keys down.
"I need a drink," he sighs, heading to the bar.
He loosens his tie, but I hope he doesn't take it off. In fact, I want him in that suit. The way it fits his body, tight and commanding, is sinful.
Maybe I can help get Blaine off his mind.
I cross the room after him and move in close. "The last time we were here, I was naked on your bed."
Dom turns, his anger fading, replaced with lust. "I remember."
"Do you remember what you were doing to me?" I ask, tracing down the front of his shirt.
"Vividly."
"Well then," I drop a kiss against his neck. "Feel free to pick up where you left off."
Dom chuckles, and his commanding expression returns. "I think we're going to do something different this time." His lips graze my ear, and he whispers a thrilling demand.
"Get on your knees."
His hands fall to my shoulders. He doesn't apply any pressure, but I feel their weight as a question. Do I want to submit to him … to please him this way? God, yes. Dominic makes my inner sex vixen come out with a snap of his fingers.
Hell, he does it by simply breathing.
I slowly lower to the ground until I'm kneeling. My heart is pumping so hard, but I'm eager to please him. He's already erect, the thick length of him pressing against the fabric of his pants.
I trace the outline of his cock with one finger and he sucks in a sharp breath. His hand slides into my hair, gripping a handful. "Take off my belt."
My hands are shaking as I first unbutton his suit coat and spread it wide. The belt slips easily from the buckle and through the loops.
"Zipper."
I unfasten the waist and let the zipper fall, my panties getting wetter as I part the sides of his pants, freeing his magnificent cock.
God, he's big.
His hands go into my hair again, lifting it, gripping it as I stroke him gently. Teasing.
"You know what I want, Juliet."
"Do I?" I challenge with a grin. "Maybe you'd better tell me."
His hands tighten, twisting my hair while pushing me closer to his cock. "Suck me off, Juliet. Hard."
Closing my mouth over him, I take him into my mouth. He groans, his cock twitching in response, growing even harder as I angle my head and take him deeper toward the back of my throat.
"Fuck. Juliet, yes." The strangled sound of his voice inflames me. Slowly, I pull back, dragging my teeth lightly along his rigid length. I love the way he tugs my hair as I work him, in and out, bolder now as I find my rhythm.
I glance up to check, and find him looking down at me. Damn, that's hot. I hold eye contact as I lick along his shaft again, until Dom lets out a groan and tugs me closer. I turn my attention back to his massive cock, bobbing along the length until he's cursing under his breath. It's powerful, knowing that I'm making him feel this way.
That he wants me to. That he wants me.
Suddenly, he pulls back and yanks me to my feet. His mouth crashes onto mine before I can even think. Dominic backs me into the sideboard and reaches for the hem of my skirt. The silky material gathers around my waist. He spins me and bends me over. A needy gasp comes from my lips as I instinctively spread my legs.
"This is so hot, Juliet. Seeing you like this, your ass in the air. Fuck." Dominic slips a hand between my legs and under my panties.
I push back against him. "Yes, please."
He kisses down along my spine while his fingers find my clit. He rubs me in slow, sure strokes, sending pleasure slamming through my body.
I moan out loud, trying to lean against him and press into his hand at the same time. His lips nibble a trail over the dip in my spine to the rise in my ass and leave flutters of sensation in their wake.
He rubs my clit harder, faster as he grabs my ass cheek and spanks me.
"Oh!"
"Did you like that?" He doesn't wait for my answer, only spanks me again.
I moan in pleasure as he quickly runs his hand over the spot. The soothing warmth blends with the sting as the pressure in my clit builds. I don't think I can hold on much longer. He kneads my ass, dropping slaps against the tender flesh and I'm suddenly in freefall as ecstasy shatters between my legs.
"Oh my God," I moan, panting hard.
"My sweet, dirty girl. Turn around."
He rips open a condom and slides it on, then helps me up onto the sideboard. I grip his shoulders for balance as he sits me on the edge and spreads my legs. I brace myself to feel his cock inside, but instead, he kneels and buries his head between my thighs. Two flicks of his tongue and I'm crying out again.
"Jesus, fuck, Dominic!" I grab handfuls of his hair as he licks me, working his tongue over my tender clit until the remaining heat of orgasm that was left behind rushes to the surface again.
I fucking come again and I'm still in the middle of it, grinding helplessly against his mouth, when he leans back and rises to his feet, pulling my hips forward to slam straight into me with one hard, deep, perfect thrust.
Fuck!
I throw my head back, gripping the edge of the sideboard for dear life as he fucks me with everything he's got. I can't move … nothing coherent will come out of my mouth. There's only the sensation of his cock slamming deep inside me and the animalistic sound of his grunts in my ear. Harder. Deeper. Faster. I'm completely drenched.
Dom plunges into me, slamming so hard, so good, that my eyes fly open. As a rush of pleasure radiates through me again in another breathtaking climax, I feel Dom's body stiffen then release with a loud roar. I catch the look on his face as he comes. It's raw and honest and sweet, and as our eyes lock, I feel myself go weak. The look on his face.
I can't even.
I'm gasping for breath as he falls against me and rests his head on my chest. I hold him tight, and I'm still falling.
I'm afraid I won't know how to stop.
Chapter Six
Dom has early meetings, so I take a cab home, and spend hours lying awake in bed. My endorphins are too high for me to sleep. That, and the replay of crazy, hot sex that runs through my mind every time I try to close my eyes. I fall asleep right before dawn and, somehow, manage to get up in time for my shift.
I walk back into the hotel, tired and deliciously sore. Dom is at the front desk, talking to some employees. I send him a secret grin, and wonder if he was up half the night, too. I slow my pace as I approach so I have more time to drink him in.
He's dressed casually-dark jeans, a blue and white pinstripe button down, no tie. His features are neutral as he watches me approach, but I see the look in his eyes: hungry, like he wants a repeat of last night ASAP.
I wonder how fast I can get him out of those clothes.
"Good morning, Ms. Evans."
I'm scared to give anything away around the other staff. It takes all my will to smile politely instead of pulling him in for a kiss.
"Good morning, Mr. Rexford."
He walks to my side and tilts his head to indicate the elevators. I fall into step beside him, aware that staff is glancing at us. It's weird how attuned I am now to other people's attention. But maybe that's because I've never given anyone so much reason to stare at me before. When I'm with Dominic, it's like there's a spotlight following us around, and nobody can tear their eyes away from us. Part of me likes it.
He leans down and whispers in my ear. "Did you sleep well last night?"
We're alone as we stop at the elevator, so I look at him, really look at him. Our eyes meet with a force I feel all the way to my toes. Will my heart always flip when I see him? Will I always get this rush of exhilaration when he's near?