The Hotel 2 (The Billionaire Seduction) (6 page)

“Juliet.”

Something warm touches my lips.
Dominic’s sexy scent wraps around me, and I’m both
comforted and aroused. “Mmm,” I mumble.

“Open your eyes.”

I do, and find his smiling face
staring down at me. He kisses me, gathering me to him until my
breasts press into his chest. We roll over on the bed, kissing like a
pair of horny teenagers until my stomach rumbles loudly.

I pull away, mortified, but
Dominic only laughs.

“Perfect timing. I have
dinner planned.”

I sit up and realize it’s
dark outside. “Dinner? What time is it?”

“Almost midnight. Come on,
sleeping beauty. Let’s go.”

Midnight? I’d been sleeping
for hours! All the restaurants must be closed by now. “Wait,”
I brush the hair from my face. “We can have dinner this late?”

He reaches a hand to help me off
the bed. “I’m a Rexford, remember?”

This
is a dream.

It has to be.

I’m on a private boat, with
a gourmet dinner laid out in front of me as we cruise down the River
Seine. The water glitters, reflecting the lights of the city and the
moon above us in the dark sky. It’s beautiful and amazing, and
I’m completely enchanted. It’s like a dream come to life.

All because of Dominic.

He’s relaxed and I love how
the soft lines of his face give a boyish touch to his very masculine
appeal. I changed into a simple sundress and heeled sandals after he
woke me in the hotel. The skirt is short enough to leave my skin bare
to mid-thigh, a detail I’m enjoying as his hand rests on my
knee.

“Try this.” Dominic
leans over, holding an oyster on the half shell. I’ve never
tried them before and honestly, I’ve been eyeing them
suspiciously since the waiter brought them out.

“Too slimy.” I shake
my head.

“It’s a delicious
kind of slime.”

I playfully swat his hand away.
“You’re a terrible salesman.”

He takes the oyster for himself,
tipping it into his mouth with an appreciative murmur. He picks up
another and offers it to me again.

“Try it now, or forever
live with my disappointment.” There’s a teasing smile on
his lips.

“Really?” I laugh.
“You’ll be disappointed if I don’t eat it?”

“Devastated. Crushed.”

“Sounds serious.” I
grin. I’ve having fun with him. Away from Chicago, there’s
a new playful side I never expected.

Dom brings the shell closer to me
and I find my lips parting. “I know how much you love to please
me, Juliet.”

Our eyes lock as I open my mouth.
Sneaky bastard, thinking I’ll do anything to please him. The
thing is, he’s right. I love making him happy, seeing him smile
and knowing it’s because of me.

He tips the shell and the oyster
slides into my mouth. Wow. It’s rich and salty and lemony on my
tongue as I chew. I guess I can see what all the hype is about.
Still, I don’t think I’ll be wanting another.

Dominic leans in and chases it
with a kiss.

“See how pleased I am?”

I roll my eyes and take a bite of
my steak. It was served medium rare with a delicious béarnaise
sauce. So much better. I’m about to take another forkful when
Dominic clears his throat. He looks serious for a moment.

“Juliet, kidding aside, you
do…you make me happy.” He keeps his gaze on me and I see
a flush climb into his cheeks.

My breath catches. He’s
opened up to me in bits and pieces, but never about us. I often
wonder how he feels about me, if there’s something more. But I
don’t let myself dwell on it because the answer might hurt too
much.

But now, he’s looking at me
like this is for real.

“Me too,” I whisper,
my heart pounding. Dom squeezes my hand, then returns to his meal. He
chuckles. “What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he smiles.
“I was just thinking about the night we met. I’d say our
one night stand turned out pretty well, wouldn’t you?”

My heart drops. Suddenly, there’s
ice water in my veins.

He doesn’t know.

That night we met, it wasn’t
just an accidental encounter in the bar. I was there to seduce him,
or at least, to help someone get incriminating photos. My roommate,
Callie, works for a private investigator, but she was sick, so I was
the one who showed up that night. I wasn’t expecting to meet a
man like Dom. I wasn’t expecting any of this to happen at all.

I take a gulp of my wine, trying
to stay cool. I want to come clean—I hate that I’ve been
lying to him all this time—but it’s too late now. I’ll
just have to live with the guilt, and pray he never finds out.

“Are you tired?” Dom
asks, changing the subject.

“Not at all.”
Relieved to move the conversation on. “That power nap really
did the trick.”

“Do you want to take a
walk? There’s something I’d like to show you.”

The boat approaches a dock. A few
minutes later, we’re secured and Dominic helps me ashore.

The sidewalks are well lit as we
stroll along the riverbank, past historic churches and amazing old
buildings. I hold his hand, drinking it all in. I never could have
imagined this.

“…after the
Resistance—” Dominic stops talking. “You’re
not listening to anything I’m saying, are you?”

I flush. “Sorry, it’s
just that I’m a little overwhelmed here. I mean, just look at
all this.” I gesture.

He smiles. “And here I am,
trying to impress you with all my history lessons. I’ll shut up
now.”

“No!” I protest. “I
love history. I’m listening.”

Dom lifts my hand to his lips and
kisses my knuckles. “I like the silence too. I like just being
with you.”

He turns down an old cobbled
street lined with gorgeous old buildings. Flowering vines flow down
from windowsills, scenting the air as we pass. I feel like I’m
floating on cloud nine. Dominic glances down at me and our eyes
catch, electric.

Excitement sparks through me. I
hold his hand tight, wanting him to stay this close, and he does, our
arms brushing, our joined hands pressing against my hip. He glances
down at me again and my breathing speeds up, my body turning into him
before I even think about it.

Dominic takes my face between his
hands and kisses me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue and
delving inside. I moan and slide my hands down his forearms, pulling
him into me as a sharp ache pulses between my legs. I can’t get
close enough. I want him against me, in me, on me—his taste,
his warmth. All of him.

Suddenly, he takes my arm and
leads me back between the buildings. It’s a slim alleyway, set
back from the street, out of sight. Dom presses me against the wall
and claims my mouth again, harder now, hungry.

Our kiss becomes frantic,
Dominic’s hands caressing my body, over my stomach and up to
cup and squeeze my breasts through my thin dress. I moan, arching
eagerly into his touch as I return the favor: my own hands roving
over the hard muscular planes of his chest. Already, I need more.

I bring a hand to the waist of
his pants. His cock is hard and straining, but when I reach to grip
him, he pushes my hand aside. In one move, Dom grips my ass and lifts
me, wrapping my legs around his waist and slamming me back against
the wall. Now, his cock is pressed hard against me, grinding in
between my thighs, pressing against my panties and clit in delicious
pressure.
Yes
.
I grip his shoulders to keep from falling, wanting him right there,
deep inside.

“I need you, Juliet.”
His voice is thick and low and the sound makes my pussy throb with a
restless ache. I squirm against him, reaching between us to unzip his
pants and free his thick, rigid cock. I stroke my thumb over his tip
and press it against me, tracing the wet lines of my opening. Dom
groans against my neck, grips my hips harder, and then suddenly slams
into me in one hard stoke.

I cry out, he feels so good.

Dom draws a ragged breath. He
withdraws, then plunges deeper again, deeper than ever before. His
hips grind against my clit, the angle perfect as he thrusts. The
bricks at my back keep me steady as he hammers in and out, and I dig
my fingers into his shoulders, moaning softly as he gives me all he’s
got.

“Yes,” I whimper.
“More.”

I feel the pleasure all the way
to my bones, rippling through my pussy with a fierce heat. Every
thick inch of him caresses my inner walls as he pulls out and pumps
back into me. My hands rove up and my fingers curl into his hair as
his nails bite into my hips. He thrusts again and I don’t hold
back, spiraling out of control, panting breathlessly as the orgasm
rips through me and Dom gives a final surge.

“Fuck, Juliet!” he
growls.

I feel him explode inside me, his
whole body shuddering with release as he joins me in ecstasy. I gasp
for air, intense heat still rushing through me as we breathe hard
together. His heartbeat thunders in his chest, and I concentrate on
the feel of it as I let the world come back to me.

“Oh, God,” I exclaim.
“I just had sex in a Parisian alley.”

He gives a low, throaty chuckle
as he carefully sets me down. My legs feel weak, my whole body aches,
but it’s a good sensation.

It was worth it.

We right our clothes and I smooth
his hair back into place. Dominic kisses me softly before taking my
hand again and leading me back to the sidewalk. I glance around, a
little paranoid that someone overheard us. But we’re alone in
the dark city.

Dom waves down a cab, and we get
in. He drapes an arm around my shoulder and sinks back against the
seat, clearly exhausted, but I can’t stop looking at him.

I can’t explain how I feel.
Emotion battles in my chest: exhilaration and excitement at war with
a deep content feeling. I’m happy with this man. Really happy.

“What are you thinking?”
Dom asks. I’m surprised by the question. I can’t tell him
how I feel, because I’m not completely sure what it is.
Besides, it’s intense. And scary. And I’m not sure what
to make of it.

“That this all seems like a
dream,” I say instead. “Or a fairy tale.”

“And what am I?” Dom
asks, smiling in the dark. “The villain, or prince charming?”

“Do you even need to ask?”
I lean over and drop a kiss on his lips. “Disney should hire
you.”

Back
at the hotel, we return to the suite. I excuse myself to the restroom
and freshen up. Splashing cold water on my face helps bring me back
to Earth. So does sliding into my satin PJ bottoms and tank top.

When I step out into the bedroom,
Dominic is standing by the bed.

Shirtless.

Barefoot.

Smoking hot in just his jeans,
tight chest and abs on display, a deep V of muscle edging his hips
and disappearing below his waist.

I could stand here and look at
him forever, but he reaches out and beckons to me, commanding.

“Come here, Juliet.”

I feel a shiver of excitement at
the dominant note in his voice. It was thrilling out in that
alleyway, to be so spontaneous and uncontrolled, but now I see Dom is
back in his element: calm and collected, and totally in command.

It turns me on like crazy.

I obediently walk over and reach
for him, but he shakes his head.

“Don’t move,”
he whispers in my ear, and then in an instant, strips me naked and
tosses my silk pajamas aside.

Lust curls through me.

“Lay down on the bed,”
Dom continues. I quickly do as he says, my excitement growing. I lay
back on the luxuriously soft covers, and a moment later, Dom takes
his place at my side.

Propping himself over me on one
elbow, he slowly surveys my body. I can’t help but squirm under
the heat of his gaze.

I need his touch. I want him,
inside me again.

Finally, when I’m burning
up with need, he leans over and begins a slow, thorough exploration
of my body. Kissing my skin softly, tracing over the contours of my
breasts and hips. I’m already gasping in soft, breathy moans,
but Dom takes his time. He continues to kiss a slow path along my
limbs, over my breasts, grazing his tongue over my nipples until
they’re stiff in two aching peaks. By the time he spreads my
legs and settles between them, I’m in a quiet frenzy.

He licks up against my clit and I
swear, I’m close to coming.

I moan against his mouth,
reaching for his head, to bring him closer, feel this sensation more
deeply, but Dom is already pulling away.

“Turn over.” He
kneels back as I do, and places a pillow under my hips as I lie on my
belly. I don’t question, I just sink into the delicious feeling
as he kisses along my spine, giving my back the same slow worship as
the front of my body. I shudder under his whispering touch—I
never knew my back could be such an erogenous zone. Slowly, his mouth
moves down over the curve of my ass, kissing lightly. He parts my
legs again, and this time, his fingers stroke up between them,
finding my wetness.

Yes. More. I’m helpless
against this man’s touch, but I’m exactly where I want to
be.

I try to roll back over to face
him, but Dom presses me into the soft sheets with a firm hand.

“Don’t move. Trust
me.”

I obey, and try to sink into the
sensation coiling tight through my body. He teases me, caressing my
pussy, parting my lips but never making contact with my clit. I’m
needy and panting, and I spread my legs as far apart as I can. His
fingers slide deep into me and I cry out with raw need.

He pumps again, finding a deep,
sweet friction I never knew existed. I can’t believe what I’m
feeling. It’s powerful and consuming and I need more. Dominic
keeps up the steady rhythm, driving me wild with every thick thrust
of his fingers.

I moan. Squirming, desperate, I
push back against him, seeking relief from the intense pressure
building inside me.