The Billionaire's Desire (4 page)

“
Mes apologies, ma petite
. Such a downer, as they say. Let us throw off this gloom. Being surrounded now by all this beautiful art, I cannot help but think of our last encounter. We had fun, did we not?” His eyes gleamed.

“We had fun,” Ally said, smiling
. Her cheeks flushed, just the mere memory of that erotic encounter was enough to make the throb between her legs pulse its aching, steady beat. Oh, her body was a traitorous thing.

“I can see you enjoyed yourself. I can see even now,” Luc murmured, pulling her closer to him.

I have to step away before we’re scampering off to find a dark corner to copulate in
. She trembled; his masculine scent, his touch…

“I should go see if Mr. Roberts needs anything.” Ally felt her entire body cool as she put distance between them. She glanced back over her bare shoulder; Luc was watching her as she walked away, a bemused expression on his face, as if she’d thrown down a challenge that he intended to pick up. The jewels at her neck suddenly felt very heavy.

Incredibly, she lost track of him over the next hour as Mr. Roberts introduced her to colleagues, writers, artists and publishers. A few barely glanced her way, most were friendly and one or two gave her appreciative once-overs. The editor-at-large for GQ in particular seemed taken with her, while a few art dealers from Milan competed with him for her conversation.

“
Bella, bella
, you have never been
á Milano
? You must come, we fly back tomorrow, you’ve never seen a city like it,” one gushed, touching her arm.

Ally was flattered but wary; these
older, slick types were at every party, looking for a new toy or a new mistress among the young professional women who were often easily seduced by their silky words and promises. She’d seen it happen about a hundred times. They always came back after a season or two, dumped and dismissed – and worst of all, jobless.

“And will I get back to New York in time for work on Monday?” she teased, keeping it light despite her weariness at having this conversation a dozen times before.

“A beautiful woman like you should never worry about work or money. She should be, eh,
una princepessa
.”

“And will you get me a beautiful crown? And some subjects to rule?” Ally asked. Her companions laughed.

Luc moved in, effortless, slipping a glass of champagne into her elegant hand and slipping his voice into the conversation as easily.

“
For sure, I’d be the first to do anything you told me to,” Luc remarked. His hand went to the small of her back.

Ally shifted her weight but kept her face serene. “Gentlemen, have you met – ”

“Luc Jeneau, of course, of course. How are you doing, old man?” There were handshakes all around. “How is business this year? Not taking a nose-dive like the others?”

“Bah, but I have no time or concern for the others; only for what touches me and my business. Mario, I hear you’re going after a particularly spectacular Rembrandt for some Italian count’s personal collection?”

Ally was surprised at how knowledgeable Luc was on almost any matter that arose, whether it was art, finance, international politics or, for Mario’s sake, old herbal remedies for kidney stones. He spoke with warm humor, seemingly oblivious to the fact that as the conversation went on, his hand slipped a notch until finally, unbelievably, it rested upon the firm curve of Ally’s ass.

She shot him an accusing glare, grateful their backs were to the wall, hoping he wouldn’t have dared otherwise. He gave her a little pinch, making her yelp, which she covered with a cough.

“Ahem, my apologies, gentleman. Something must have caught me…caught in my throat.”

“Now you must answer a question for me that has vexed me for some time. I know you to be a student of the art of the Renaissance and I would like for you to clarify for me.” Luc smiled at the other men. “I know you will forgive me for stealing this young lady away.”

He steered her toward a darkened hall and maneuvered them with expert precision into a quiet wing.

“What are you doing?” Ally asked, her heart hammering. “This isn’t even where the Renaissance paintings are.”

“Silly girl,” he murmured. Ally felt herself being pulled into his arms, her head tilted back and his mouth on hers. “
Exquise
.”

Her hunger overcame reason in a tidal wave of lust and longing. She’d been craving this all night. When she opened her eyes from his passionate kisses, she found they had adjusted and she could see about them. It was the Greek and Roman sculpture garden, even more dimly lit at this hour, with twisting marble bodies and faces all around them, watching in frozen silence.
Ally had spent a lot of time here during her sophomore year, when she took two Greek art courses back to back.

I’ve never seen it quite like this
, she mused, gasping as Luc pushed the neckline of her gown below her breasts, letting her nipples pop out for his sucking and licking pleasure, as well as hers. He had her against the wall, every inch of his body pressing into hers, the hardness in his pants as urgent and bulging as it had been the first time, but in this instance, the anticipation was almost too sweet for Ally to bear.

Her soft moan echoed around the cavernous space and seemed to vibrate between them. Luc lifted his hungry mouth from her breasts and met her lips once again, brushing his thumbs over her nipples to keep them peaked and hard.

“Ah-
lee
,” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. “You are more stunning than the jewels I gave you.”

A small part of her inwardly rolled its eyes, wondering how many women Luc had seduced with this same ploy, this same line. But his body was so worshipful of hers, his intent to pleasure her so sincere, she wondered if it truly was a compliment meant only for her, in that moment.

She blushed, giddy, growing impatient. “Fuck me, you crazy Frenchman,” she blurted. Luc burst out laughing.

“In due time, my little minx,”
he chuckled. He reached for her buttocks again, kneading them with his strong hands, trailing kisses up and down her collarbone, the hollow in her neck, up her chin and finally back to her lips once more. She purred into his mouth, reaching between them with a bold hand to cup his rock-hard erection and rub the head through his dress slacks. Ally smiled, sly, against his lips when she heard him groan.

Luc thought he would never get enough of this woman’s spectacular ass. The dress she wore accentuated her curvaceous figure, making her bottom irresistible, plump and round and begging for attention. He alternated between gripping it and spanking it, gauging her reaction as he slapped a little harder each time. Her eyes closed, and though she cried out, pretty little whimpers, her face was suffused with pleasure and her grip on his still-clothed cock tightened.

He whirled her away from the wall, almost smacking her into a priceless statue, both of them drunk on champagne and the haze of their need. Ally stumbled a little, went down on her knees and pitched face-first into his crotch, running her lips along the thick ridge of his cock as she unzipped him. She pulled it out with great delicacy, her mouth watering at the sight, her sigh as palpable as his as she took it in and began to suck, working it simultaneously with a firm grip.

Luc’s head spun. He’d had plenty of intimate moments in his life, more oral encounters than he could count, but this – this was spectacular. There was a sweetness, a hesitancy almost, about Ally
as she knelt before him and lavished his cock with her tongue and her lips. Luc thought he had never been so aroused by anything in his life, the guileless innocence of the expression on her face as she struggled, so valiantly, to fit as much of his cock as she could past her swollen pink lips. He bulged to his full hardness when he saw a single tear fall from her crystal blue eye; she was working him so intently her eyes were watering. He felt more virile and powerful than a lion in that moment and could have thrown back his head and roared.

“I could cum,” he whispered to her and saw the gleam of pleasure in her strained expression. That she was as generous as he, that she cared so much to see him
at the very peak of his arousal sent a jolt of pure lust through him.

“You have to stop,” he insisted. Ally slurped one last time and pulled back, her eyes wide and glittering with mischievousness. “But I don’t.” Her pupils dilated.

He pulled her up, pushed her face-first against an ancient and priceless marble statue and unzipped her dress, slowly, letting his index finger trail down her taut spine. She arched her back like a feline, stepping from the gown as it pooled at her feet in a shimmering puddle of midnight black satin.

Ally had never felt more gorgeous or sexy in her entire life. She was wearing a simple but devastating black corset that had come with her presents from Luc, a naughty piece of lingerie that looked unremarkable – until she slipped it on. It was a snug but perfect fit, emphasizing the curves of her hips as they flared out from her tiny, pinched-in waist,
and pushing her breasts sky-high while simultaneously molding them into mouth-watering globes of round flesh. The material was a matte gloss, threaded through vertically with black ribbons that were formed into saucy little bows at each hip, which dangled invitingly. She wore an equally simple but sexy black thong that featured just a touch of triangle-shaped lace in the back.

Luc groaned, his deep voice filling the echoing space. “
Mon dieu
,” he murmured, unable to decide what to touch first. Since he had selected the little corset for her himself he knew the intimate details of how it worked. His hands went to the molded bust as he kissed her, toying with her tongue, and he pushed the bra cups together, forcing the hook-and-eye clasps at the top open. It made a deliciously old-fashioned noise as the stiff panels parted and Ally’s gorgeous breasts sprang from their confines, the nipples firm and stiff and begging for his mouth’s attentions.

He pulled her to him and she instinctively knew what he wanted; it thrilled her beyond belief that they were going to do this, here, with the party just down the hall, her boss, all her coworkers present. But such was Luc’s allure: he could make the dirtiest fantasies, such that she would normally only dream of, into their shared reality. She clung to him, her arms clasped around his neck, her stiletto-clad feet criss-crossed at the ankles around his waist. He took a handful of halting steps, his pants at his ankles, and pushed her back against the wall of the sculpture gallery
.

“Oh God, fuck me, Luc,” Ally moaned, the words dripping with her longing for him. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

His cock bucked underneath her bottom and she held still as he directed it to the slit that was now seeping with wetness. Luc pushed the thin crotch of her panties aside and penetrated her deep, filling her cunt with one long, hard stroke that tore a gasp of pleasure from both their lips. Slowly, sensually, he began to move against her, rolling his hips to thrust once, twice, thrice, again and again, his cock hard and wet and thick, easily gliding in and out of her, his testes aching with the sweetness of delayed eruption.

Ally could have screamed. She could have filled the entire museum with her cries, but she bit his shoulder instead, a passionate love bite of ferocious intensity that told Luc everything he needed to know. She was orgasmic in a matter of minutes, the most responsive woman he had ever been with, and even with his iron control, honed over a few decades of practiced womanizing, he could feel his hold on the situation slipping away.

“I can’t…I want…I need,” she moaned, unable to finish each thought: I can’t hold back much longer, I want to come again and again, I need you taste you…

She writhed against him, gasping as he ducked his head to her bouncing breasts and captured one pinched nipple in his mouth, toying with it between his teeth. Ally grew frenzied, desperate, her body wracked with the pleasure, and she bucked against him, humping him
powerfully even as he slammed himself into her, as if he was trying to nail her against the wall like a painting.

“I’m going to cum,” Luc groaned, pulling back and letting Ally slip to the floor. She sank to her knees once more, working his shaft with an expert grip while she sucked on his head, anticipating the taste of him. He jerked and shook, propping one arm against the wall for support as his cock erupted, releasing rope after rope of his pearly semen into her hot mouth.

“
Rarrrr
,” he growled. His breathing was hard, a steady pant that thrilled Ally as she swallowed every last drop of his cum and licked her lips with unaffected sweetness.

Luc pulled his dress pants up and pushed his cock, still at half-mast, back inside, then fell back against the wall and laughed. “
Encroyable
.”

“I thank you,” Ally said, keeping her tone delicate. She stalked back to the base of the nearest sculpture, where she had left her dress. She was fully aware of Luc’s eyes on her ass, her breasts as she enclosed them once more into the confines of the corset, her legs as she stepped back into the circle of the gown and pulled it up. “Oooh. I need help with the zipper, if you don’t mind.”

“I
do
mind,” Luc whispered with regret, but he zipped her all the same. That she should look so incredible, clothed or nude, jolted him. She was on the petite side, but rounded in all the best places, almost audaciously curvaceous, with a pin-up girl’s body. In that instant, he knew what the inspiration for next year’s spring line would be, and it was going to surprise people, perhaps Catherine most of all.