Yours for the Night (26 page)

But she wanted it again. She was a vanilla courtesan. What she needed was adventure like she’d had tonight. Hot, exciting, thrilling adventure. She wasn’t Mrs. Edward Lowe anymore. She was the new and improved Dominique. Her clients weren’t going to know what hit them. And Gabriel? She would so completely seduce him, he wouldn’t be able to get to his wallet fast enough.

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8

THE AIRLINE ATTENDANT SERVED THEM CHAMPAGNE AT TEN o’clock in the morning. Dominique had hers laced with orange juice. Gabriel wasn’t a champagne man, but he realized it was romantic. She was different this morning. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she reminded him of a big cat excessively pleased with the kill she’d just made.

“Thank you for arranging a later flight.”

“It was my pleasure. Anything to accommodate a lady.”

She smiled, sipped her mimosa. First class was full, but the seats were large, comfortable, and the engines of the plane masked their conversation from eavesdroppers. The attendant brought a bowl of warmed cashews, setting it on the console between them. Dominique had kicked off her sandals and curled her legs beneath her. Turning her torso toward him and leaning in, she increased the intimacy of their seats and consumed a nut one tiny bite at a time. She licked the salt from her fingers, then followed it with a mimosa chaser. She fascinated him, her looks on a par with Grace Kelly’s ageless beauty as she grew older.

“I trust you had a good evening.” He shouldn’t have asked, but he was a glutton for punishment.

Her smile grew, rose to her eyes with the glimmer of a secret. “It was marvelous, thank you.”

“What did you do?” He could have rolled his eyes at his own idiocy, but he felt compelled, like a witness to a bloody crash. She drew a daintily painted fingernail along the back of his hand. “I shouldn’t say anything. It will terrify you.”

“I assure you, if it doesn’t involve a lot of violence, I’ll muddle through.”

Her flowery scent drifted around him, as intoxicating as champagne bubbles.

“I was with two men,” she whispered against his ear, then backed off to observe him.

He raised one brow. “A threesome?” Christ. His cock jumped, wanting to be a part of it.

“Not a threesome.” Her lips rose in a half smile, and again that faraway secretive light shone in her eyes. “I watched.” Then she looked at him. “Still say you aren’t terrified?”

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Holy shit. His cock turned to rock in his jeans. The idea of two men together did nothing for him, but that she would go so far did a hell of a lot. He hadn’t thought of her as kinky. Then again, she was a courtesan, so why was he surprised? “And you enjoyed it?”

With a deep breath, her chest expanded beneath the tight, low-cut sequined top she wore with her black pants. A sexy, satisfied sigh slipped from her lips. “It ranked right up there with you and the limo.”

“Amazing.” At least he was close to the top of her list.

“Incredible.” She batted her eyelashes. “I never thought something like that would turn me on.”

“But it did,” he murmured. Then he drew back, looked down at her. “But you’re not expecting me . . .”

She trailed a finger down the arm of his long-sleeved shirt, letting it slide all the way to his thigh. “Don’t worry. We’re not going to have sex this weekend, remember?”

Yet her sexy scent teased him, made his balls fill with need and his cock ache. “I remember.”

“I suppose it’s equivalent to men liking to watch lesbian videos,” she went on, leaning close again, her breasts brushing his arm, a beaded nipple tantalizing him.

“I’ve never really gotten into porn, at least not since I was in my teens.”

She laughed softly, deeper than one of her full laughs, and he felt it inside like the subtle stroke of her fingers on his thigh. “Now you just get the real thing.”

He shook his head. “More because I don’t have time to search out something only to find it’s total crap.”

“I’ve never watched porn, I’ve only heard about it.”

He chuckled low, matching her tone. “Yeah, right.”

“No, it’s true.” She frowned a second. “I don’t know even know why.”

“It offended your sensibilities, I’m sure.”

“It never occurred to me.” She tipped her head and looked deep inside herself for a long second. “My husband never asked.”

The deep look carried a measure of pain with it. “And now you’ve watched two men . . .” He let the words trail off. “I’m not sure I can bear to hear.” But he wanted the tale, for the sake of hearing her tell it, reliving it. “It excited you.”

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She laid her temple against the seat back and gazed at him. “It was extraordinary. Like they knew exactly how to excite each other, the way to hold each other, manipulate for the greatest pleasure.” She demonstrated with a twist of her wrist, then speared him with her gaze. “Is that how you jack off?”

Christ. There was a mixture of innocence and mischief in her eyes, wonder laced with a knowing. He pushed her hand down. “Someone might see that.” Not that he cared. He liked the playfulness, the tease.

“But is that how you do it?” She stared him down. He reached up and pressed the attendant button, never taking his eyes off Dominique. When the woman arrived, he asked for a blanket. “My lady friend is cold.”

Reaching above, she handed down two, and smiled at his thank-you.

“What are you planning?” Dominique whispered.

Gabriel spread the blankets over her lap and his, finishing with the rasp of his zipper beneath the material. “Give me your hand.”

Dominique glanced around, her blood pumping faster. “We cannot do that here.” Especially with him directing the action. She was supposed to surprise and shock him. But God, she was warm and wet. This is what she craved after last night—risky business.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it beneath the blanket. “Oh yes, we can,” he said, low and enticing.

His cock was already hard, his flesh heated, a tiny drop of moisture tracing her palm as he wrapped her fingers around him. “I’ll show you how I do it,” he murmured.

“I can’t see.” She didn’t want to miss one lovely sight.

“You can feel.”

Was this sex? Dominique didn’t care. She let him guide her, following his movements, losing herself in the silky feel of his flesh. He pulled one hand out and yanked their blankets high on their chests, then abruptly ceased any movement.

“For breakfast, we have—”

He cut the stewardess off, directing his question to Dominique. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?”

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Springs?”

He drew his finger down her nose, and squeezed her hand around his cock until she felt the beat of his pulse through it. “Whatever my lady wants, she gets.” Then he raised his gaze to the attendant. “We’ll pass, thanks.”

“You are a bad man,” Dominique murmured when they were alone again, or at least as alone as they could be on a plane. She glanced to her left. On the opposite aisle, an elderly gentleman snored, and next to him, his wife had her nose buried in a book.

Gabriel nuzzled her ear. “No one’s watching.”

She realized he wouldn’t care if someone was. “This is sex,” she whispered back.

“It’s a demonstration.” He moved her hand, twisting at the base the way Simon had, then back up, closing her fingers around the crown. Precome coated her thumb, forefinger, and palm.

“Like this,” he said, pulling her down again, her pinkie finger hitting the open zipper of his black jeans.

“I can do that.” She needed to do it, badly.

“I know you can.” He tipped his head down, getting her to meet his gaze through her lashes. “You just have to be shown.”

Her breath caught in her throat, trapped there by an overwhelming need to have this man. Here. Now. Make the mile-high club, as she’d heard it called.

“There’s more.” He seduced with a whisper, sliding her back up to the ridge beneath the crown. With only their thumbs and forefingers, they stroked right there, a fast, tight pump just below the ridge.

“Yeah.” He groaned low, barely more than a rumble in his throat. “Just like that.” Their hands bobbed beneath the blanket, then he tightened his grip, holding her still, encompassing the head. He shuddered, but didn’t come.

“That was close. Almost went off.” He smiled, capturing her eyes. “Can’t come though. That would be considered sex.”

Her skin flushed with heat, air almost painful in her throat, and her panties wet with need, she didn’t give a damn about whether it was sex or not. She wanted it. And dammit, that’s exactly what he wanted. Her capitulation. No way. She was supposed to be teasing him to the point of begging, not the other way around. She would make him crazy.

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to her nose. First, her eyes closed, she scented his come, salty like sea air. Her mouth watered. Raising her lids, she mesmerized him with her gaze and her fingers on her lips. Then she let his taste take her under. Sliding one finger all the way in, she sucked and licked it clean as if it were his cock. God, the man was ambrosia. She’d never found the taste of come so sweet. It was Gabriel. It was the moment. It was the way his eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. She was getting to him.

She licked the rest from her palm, then closed her eyes with a hum of appreciation as if she’d eaten . . . bread pudding with brandy sauce at Vatovola’s.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he murmured.

She opened her eyes, smiling with a self-satisfied grin she knew would make him nuts. “I like come,” she said. She’d never have said that before. Yes, she’d sucked men’s cocks and she’d swallowed, but she’d never . . . savored any of it the way she did his. Why not admit it? “But I love your come.”

“Wench,” he muttered, followed by the rasp of his zipper.

“Slut,” she purred, “and proud of it.”

Then he grabbed her hand and sucked her finger just as she’d done. “You will dine on my come one of these nights.”

Yes. She would. She might even do it without payment.

HE’D BOOKED AT A SUMPTUOUS RESORT WITH A SUITE FACING THE golf course. In Palm Springs, everything was on a golf course. He gave her the large bedroom with the Jacuzzi tub and took the smaller room. The beds, however, were of equal size. She could do him in either. She could even do him in the tub. The living room and full kitchen lay between them like an ocean. They met in the middle.

“Would you like a swim?” she asked. They’d passed a massive pool complex on the way in.

“How about a little shopping instead?”

“Shopping?” What man liked to shop?

“I’d like to buy you a special outfit for tonight.”

An outfit didn’t constitute payment. Okay, maybe if it was designer quality.

“It’s just a gift,” he said, “not a gift.”

All right, not payment. “I brought a short strapless cocktail dress.”

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“Will you allow me the pleasure of picking for you?”

He waited. She couldn’t read his expression.

“I’ve never dressed a woman before. I’d like to try.”

Edward had never chosen her clothing. Most of the time, he barely seemed to notice. She couldn’t have anticipated the thrill Gabriel’s desire would give her, a rush of pleasure straight to her chest. “That would be very nice.”

He took her to El Paseo Drive in Palm Desert, which was considered the Rodeo Drive of the Palm Springs area. Good Lord, the man had actually researched on the Internet. The store names sported all the major designers and some she didn’t even recognize. The weather was exceedingly warm even for February, in the low eighties. She’d changed into sandals and a short sundress that left her shoulders bare.

He directed everything, choosing outfits for her to model, from sexy cocktail dresses to long evening gowns.

“Let’s find something with a little more cleavage showing,” he told a salesgirl in one exclusive little boutique, then waved her away to do his bidding. The threat of exposure sent a thrill through Dominique, straight to her pussy.

“We need something tighter,” he instructed an older female clerk at the fifth store they entered, then winked at Dominique. Her heart fluttered in her chest. He had her parade before him, circling his fingers for her to turn, giving him a three-sixty view.

In a corner jewelry store, he fastened diamonds at her throat, sapphires at her wrist, and silver around her ankle. His light touches made her tremble. In the end, he chose the anklet.

Of course, nothing had price tags, and he didn’t let her see the bill. “This isn’t payment for sex,” he said as he carried the packages to her room in the suite.

“Certainly not.” Yet the gifts delighted her.

“I simply wanted to dress you in beautiful things.”

The sentiment made her stomach fluttery.

He flipped his wrist to glance at his watch. “I’ve got reservations in two hours.” He glanced up, a smile lurking in his eyes. “Enough time to get ready?”

“Barely,” she said dryly, “but I’ll make it.”