The Hotel 2 (The Billionaire Seduction) (4 page)

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.

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?

God, I hope so.

“No. I didn’t.”

He smiles. “Good. Neither
did I.”

The doors open and we step
inside. Dominic stands close, his fingers sliding over the back of my
hand. “There’s a team waiting for you in the boardroom.”

I stop. “What? Why?”

“I’d like you to
share your ideas for the anniversary gala and get them implemented.”

“You’re kidding.”
I panic. The event isn’t that far away. There’s no time
to make changes now.

His hand slides into mine with a
gentle squeeze. “I’m confident in you. Your ideas? Make
them happen.”

The door opens, but my legs won’t
move. I’m thrilled and horrified that he took me seriously.
Feeling like I’m in a fog, I walk beside him to the conference
room. Right before we enter, I realize we’re still holding
hands. I let go, though I desperately want to hang on.

Dominic, being him, simply
saunters in and takes command of introductions while I hover beside
him with my heart two seconds away from full-blown cardiac arrest.

“Juliet Evans, please meet
the team from our events department.” Dom makes the
introductions and then leaves.

“Come and see me when
you’re finished.” His eyes drop briefly to my mouth
before he exits, leaving me standing at the head of the table in a
barely-controlled panic.

The women are looking at me,
warmly. Expectantly.

I need a defibrillator.

“I’m…just an
intern,” I stammer.

Oh. My. God.

Get it together, Juliet!

“However,” I
continue, sending up a silent prayer of thanks to my father, “I’m
well-acquainted with the Rexford’s history and heritage and
deeply invested in the hotel’s continued success, so I have a
few ideas for the gala that Mr. Rexford thought we could explore.”

Once the words are out, I feel
stronger, more confident. I glance down at the table and notice a
stack of old books next to a paper with my name on it. Gilded script
on the top book reads,
Guest
Book
. He got me the
hotel’s historic guest books!

“Mr. Rexford spoke highly
of you,” one of the women says, Diane, I think her name is.
She’s older, intimidating, but her smile is warm. “We’re
excited to hear what you have in mind.”

My throat goes tight, but I
swallow down my emotion. I suppose I always figured Dom wasn’t
really
listening to me whenever I talked about my love for the history and
architecture of the city. Instead, he’s encouraging me and
giving me input into a major business event.

“I want to go back to the
eighteen hundreds,” I say. “And show the history of The
Rexford in a way that will have people talking about and remembering
what real, classic luxury is.”

I run my fingers over the guest
book. “Three movies were filmed here. Countless celebrities and
royalty have stayed in our rooms. The Rexford survived the Great Fire
in 1871 and acted as an underground speakeasy during Prohibition in
the 1920’s and early 30’s.”

I have them hooked already. The
women look at me intently, fueling me. I go on; all the ideas I’ve
been pondering spill out.

The meeting takes off from there.
An hour and a half later, we have a plan. Two evenings before the
gala, we’ll screen films that feature The Rexford, offering
hors d’oeuvres from the posh new menu and vintage wines. The
night before will be a 1920’s themed evening, complete with
servers in period costume, a whiskey bar, and a throwback drink menu
featuring cocktails served in the forbidden speakeasy. The gala will
feature entrees from the historic menu.

I have pages of notes by the time
we’re done, and a promise from the team to get to work on
everything immediately. They all exit, heading back to their
offices, and I’m left alone in the conference room. I take a
minute to look out the windows and gather my composure.

I did it! My first big meeting,
and the first time I’ve ever presented something like that. I
just hope my ideas are what this place needs—and that Dominic
will be proud of me. Excited to tell him about it, I head to his
office and knock lightly on the door.

“Come in.”

“Guess what?” I
practically bounce as I enter the room, I’m so full of energy,
but an unfamiliar voice makes me stop.

“Well, aren’t you
just a breath of fresh air?”

It’s not Dominic. It’s
Alexander, kicked back in his brother’s chair with his feet on
the desk. My excitement fades.

“I’m sorry,” I
say, trying to keep my tone neutral. “I didn’t realize
you were here.”

Alexander puts his hands behind
his head and gives me a wolfish grin.

“Just waiting for the
king,” he smirks. “You know how it goes. Then again,
maybe you don’t. I can’t imagine anyone keeps
you
waiting.”

I collect myself. Alexander is an
interloper, and Dom definitely doesn’t want him here. Still, I
want to know what’s going on with him. “I can come back
later,” I offer, and head back towards the door.

But I keep my steps slow enough
that he has time to watch my ass as I retreat. I hate using myself as
bait like this, but if my plan works, Dominic’s brother might
tell me something I could use later.

“Why? Stay. Sit.” He
gestures to a chair like he owns the place. Or at least, more than
twenty percent. “Let’s chat. I have to admit, I’m
curious about you.”

I find that hard to believe, but
I play along in the hope of gathering information. “Really?
Why?”

Xander gives me a knowing look.
“Dominic is…different around you. I’d like to know
more about the woman who managed to bring out the better side of my
brother.”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting
that. I take a seat. Truth be told, I’m curious about Xander,
too.

I tilt my head to study him. He
really is the opposite of his brother: relaxed where Dom is tense,
charming while Dom stays cool at all times. I clear my throat and
attempt to steer Xander’s interest away from me. “Dominic
seems…complex.”

Xander breaks into a grin.
“That’s just a nice way to say he’s a difficult
asshole.” His words are light, as if he’s joking. But I
can tell, he’s not. “You’re diplomatic, Juliet. I
like that about you.”

“He’s not an
asshole.” I find myself defending Dom. “He’s
demanding. There’s a difference.”