All He Needs (All or Nothing) (12 page)

Check off one, Dominic thought.

Then, since the game had changed and speed was no longer the issue, he moved his hips in long, slow strokes, taking his time. Indulging himself and her, bringing her up again, skillfully teasing her hard, pink crests, leaning down occasionally on his back stroke to suck on her engorged
nipples, continuing to massage her swollen clit and G-spot, slowly, delicately, gently drawing one orgasm after another from her slick, throbbing sex. Until, his benevolence exhausted, he finally said breathlessly, “That’s it,” covered her hands with his, exerted additional pressure, and climaxed in a powerful, protracted, strung-out-to-the-max orgasm that rocked his world.

When his breathing was semirestored and he knew where the fuck he was again, he flipped his hair out of his face, smiled down on Kate, and stroked her tousled curls in gratitude. “Christ, it’s good to have you back, baby. Better than anything. Really.” He shook his head; a quick reality check that this was still about sex. “Now how big a mess did I make?” He reached for a towel, then looked back and grinned. “Sorry about that.” He wiped her cheek.

“Not a problem,” she said, returning his smile, beginning to recognize his leaps back from the edge. “You were good to me. I have no complaints.”

“There you go. Two people with common interests. It must be karma.”

“Or random fate,” she purred, not knowing how long her personal paradise would last, but intent on enjoying every minute while it did. “Either way we win.”

N
ick’s phone is turned off. What the fuck is going on?”

Max squinted at the bedside clock, quickly rolled out of bed. “Jesus, keep it down. You’ll wake Liv.”

“Well, where the
fuck
is he?” Roscoe, Dominic’s CFO back in San Francisco, roared, in only a slightly less strident tone.

“You woke me up at two in the morning to ask me that?” Max muttered, striding away from the bed, not wishing to interrupt his wife’s sleep.

“Nick always answers his phone. Is he dead and no one told me?” Roscoe growled.

“He’s in love,” Max said, moving toward the bathroom.

“So he can’t talk on his phone?” The notion of Dominic in love was too preposterous to believe.

“I’m guessing he’s busy fucking his sweetheart.”

“Nick doesn’t have sweethearts. He doesn’t even understand the meaning of the word. So what’s he really doing?”

“I’m serious. He has a sweetheart—or at least the equivalent of a sweetheart in Dominic-speak. Although I wouldn’t bet he’s not learning a little about the language of love. What do you think of that?” Max grabbed his robe from the hook on the bathroom door.

“I think you’re fucking
crazy.
”

“I’m not but Nick might be… at least for the moment.”
Crossing the white marble floor Max opened the connecting door to his office. “He’s in Singapore pursuing his dream girl. Now, granted,” Max added, shrugging into his robe and making his way to a chair by the windows, “this lust or lovesickness or whatever might not last. But long story, short,” Max said bluntly, dropping into the chair, “our hard-nosed, pragmatic, emotionally distant CEO is currently way the hell over the edge. And I’m not exaggerating. Justin says Nick had him set up a job for Katherine in Singapore and he’s paying for it all, including her princely salary.”

“Jeez, what the hell does she have that the other thousand didn’t?”

“What she has is—she’s not like the other thousand. She’s not an ornament or a mountain-climbing companion. She’s a beautiful, sexy, small-town girl with a brain who doesn’t care about his money.
And
she walked away from him in Hong Kong.”

“So it’s the bloody challenge,” Roscoe said with disgust. “He can’t ever pass up a challenge. If there’s a mountain to climb, he’ll fucking climb it.”

“That’s my guess.”

“Then once he has her, he’s reached the summit and it’s over. Hopefully that will be soon because I need my phone calls answered.”

“Maybe,”
Max said in a warning tone, squinting at the brilliant silver moon over Hong Kong harbor. “But Nick hasn’t touched a woman in a month. No sex clubs, no call girls, Vicky kept phoning in Paris and I had to tell her he was on safari and out of cell range. So I’m not completely sure where this is going. He’s not playing to past history.”

“Christ, is he sick?” Roscoe’s stridency gentled to a genuine concern. “You’re not saying that, are you?”

“No, no… Nick’s health is fine. Although one of our Paris attorneys who hit on him and was rejected was spreading a different story in the office. I had a talk with her the minute I heard, and shut it down. We don’t need any rumors about Nick being sick. It doesn’t affect our stock price since Knight Enterprises is privately held, but gossip like that can be dangerous in terms of the company’s long-range plans.”

Roscoe’s sigh echoed down the wire. “We really don’t need this bullshit now. We’ve got a dozen new projects on the books. Jesus Christ, tell me this will be over soon. Lie if necessary.”

“I wish I could.”

Another sonorous sigh. “Okay, it’s not as though I have a choice. If he’s off the grid, he’s off it. I’ll do my best to calm down the manager at our aerospace facility who needs some goddamn special fuel yesterday. But if you talk to Nick, have him call me. This company doesn’t run without him. It never has.”

“Tell me about it. I had that conversation with him when he was derailing in Hong Kong. It didn’t last long, as you can see. But then living a life like his, where you can have anything, buy anything, coerce anyone, ruthlessly bend the world to your will—well, he’s hard to stop.”

“Not always a bad thing,” Roscoe murmured, single-minded like Dominic in the art of the deal, “when it comes to making money at least.”

“Katherine isn’t about making money though. That’s
only one of her unorthodox qualities. She’s not his stereotypical playmate and I’m guessing that’s her allure.”

“But she’s still a playmate,” Roscoe brusquely said. “So what are you thinking? A week or two before he comes to his senses?”

“I really couldn’t say. This could be different.”

“Fuck it,” Roscoe grumbled. “You’re not telling me anything I want to hear.”

The phone went dead.

Max pushed himself out of the chair, walked back to the bedroom, dropped his robe, and climbed back into bed. There was nothing he could do or say to control the situation. Nick did as he pleased. He always had.

So Max might as well sleep.

Liv had a family picnic planned for tomorrow. A smile touched his lips as he thought about his son’s shriek of excitement when they’d told him. For some reason, his little angel liked outdoor picnics, even in winter.

A
t the sound of the soft click of the bedroom door latch, Dominic came awake and glanced at the lighted numbers on the clock: 3:21 a.m.

Shaking off the first few hours of peaceful sleep he’d had in more than a month, he looked up as Leo’s shadowed form approached. “I’m up.”

“We should go.”

Both men spoke in an undertone.

“Raffles?”

“Cleared out and on the plane.”

Dominic carefully slid Katherine from under his arm and rolled off the bed. “How many men?” He strode toward his dressing room, Leo keeping pace beside him.

“Eight.”

“Jesus. Gora’s serious. And we have?”

“Ten. But we’ll be in the air before they can muster a full crew.”

Dominic softly closed the dressing room door once they were inside and flicked on a light. “Okay, fill me in while I dress.”

Leo ticked off the positions of each of Gora’s men, where they’d picked up their arms, who in Dominic’s security crew was watching whom. “The chambermaid at Raffles packed up Katherine’s things and sent her luggage out
in a laundry cart,” he said. “One of Tan’s men picked it up on the loading dock and Gora’s guy sitting at the bar was none the wiser.”

Having pulled on a pair of jeans and slipped his feet into sandals, Dominic slid a T-shirt over his head and checked the time on his watch. “The plane’s ready?”

“On the tarmac.”

“We’ll meet you outside. And thank everyone.”

A few minutes later Kate sleepily mumbled, “What are you doing?” as Dominic wrapped her in a quilt.

“A slight change of plans.” And he explained that slight change in such a soothing whisper that she drifted back to sleep before he had to lie too much. Lifting her from the bed, he stood motionless, watching her for a second in case the movement woke her up again. She was like a child in sleep—angelic, manageable, her willfulness temporarily vanquished. He smiled. Not that a few orgasms didn’t play a part in her tranquility.

Here’s to hoping she would remain that tranquil, even with the assassination squad on their trail. He turned and walked away from the bed.

Moments later, having traveled the length of the house, Dominic approached the front door, which was quickly thrown open by one of his houseboys.

Tan stood there, waiting for Dominic, and nodded. “Have a safe journey,” he said in Malay.

“That’s the plan. You, on the other hand, have to consider yourself under siege. They’ll come here when they can’t find her.” He spoke softly back in Malay in the event Kate wasn’t sleeping deeply.

“We’re locked down tight.” Tan spoke as quietly. “And up to strength. My relatives came in an hour ago.”

Dominic smiled. “So the army’s in place.”

Tan shrugged. “Since clan warfare’s frowned upon, they don’t get a chance to have much fun anymore. Everyone’s happy.”

“Give them my thanks. You know what to do if—”

“We know how to dispose of bodies.”

“Then thank you again. Leo tells me eight men were sent out.” Dominic arched a brow. “For one woman.”

“Barbarian overkill.” Tan grinned. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Dominic was perfectly aware that Europeans had been referred to as barbarians since they first set foot on the Asian continent seven hundred years ago.

Tan lifted his chin toward the drive. “Leo’s pacing. You’d better go.”

Dominic glanced out, then back. “Stay in touch. And seriously, no bloodshed if it’s avoidable.”

“Everyone knows that, boss.”

“Jesus, don’t smile when you say that.”

“Yes,
sir
, boss.”

Dominic rolled his eyes. “Deference from you makes me nervous. Stay out of the courts at least—okay?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Dominic sighed. “I give up. Call Leo if you need anything.” He dipped his head, smiled faintly, murmured, “Good-bye” in Malay, and moved out into the sultry night.

The moment Dominic appeared on the porch, Leo stopped pacing, swung around, and walked to a gray sedan idling in the courtyard.

In front and behind the gray Mercedes were two black Mercedes SUVs, all three cars armor-plated at the factory, all with bullet-proof glass and tires, all with professional drivers at the wheel. The three-car formation was standard for travel in dangerous situations. Dominic had had the cars flown in by one of his transport planes; he also had vehicles permanently at his homes in London and Rome. These had come from Hong Kong with Leo and Danny.

On reaching Leo, Dominic said under his breath, “Tan seems to have things in hand.”

“No shit.” Leo opened the sedan’s back door. “It’s like party time in there.”

“They know what they’re doing though,” Dominic noted, bending his head to step into the car.

“Understatement.”

Leo shut the door once Dominic was inside, took his place up front in the passenger seat, and gave Jake, the driver, a thumbs-up.

Jake flicked his lights, the lead SUV moved off, the heavy timber, iron-strapped gates began sliding open, and seconds later, three cars issued from the compound, maintaining a tight car’s length between them, traveling fast.

Danny rode shotgun in the lead car, with a man in back, the same configuration employed in the vehicle following the sedan. Two of Dominic’s crew were guarding his plane. Everyone was armed to the teeth.

Dominic was settled in the back of the sedan with Kate in his arms, pleased that she hadn’t required a detailed explanation for their precipitous departure. The less she knew the better. He’d resolve the mafia issue. All it took
was money and enough muscle, persuasion, and ruthlessness to strike a bargain with his adversaries. He wasn’t worried. After a decade in a pitiless business, he’d mastered the art of arbitrary power.

At that time of night traffic wasn’t an issue. Also, according to Leo, the Balkan mafia wasn’t fully mobilized yet. The seventh and eighth man had just arrived in Singapore that evening; the advantage was still theirs.

The cavalcade moved at high speed down the city streets until it reached the freeway, where the drivers promptly accelerated, sinking the speedometer gauge into the red zone. One brief moment of concern arose when two trucks entered the freeway at the last entrance ramp before the airport. But the drivers simply swerved around the trucks as though they were standing still and moments later brought their cars careening through the gates of the private plane terminal in a trail of smoking rubber.

The SUVs took up defensive positions on the tarmac between Dominic’s waiting plane and the gate while the sedan rolled up to the ramp of the 747-8. Two armed guards stood on either side of the ramp as Dominic quickly mounted the stairway with Kate. Once he was inside, all the men save the drivers came on board. The aircraft door was shut, one of the drivers pulled the ramp away, and seconds later, the plane was cleared for takeoff and taxiing down the runway to the low throttle roar of GEnx-2B67 engines.

Just as Dominic was putting Kate to bed, the plane lifted off in a scream of jet engines. “It’s takeoff, that’s all, baby. Everything’s good,” he soothed as she came awake with a start. Tucking the quilt under her chin, he lowered his head
and gently kissed her. “We’re in the air for fifteen hours, so sleep as long as you can. You’re not missing a thing.”

“Are you coming to bed?” Her voice was thick and syrupy.

“In a few minutes.”

“Hurry…” she said, the word trailing off.

Her eyelids slowly shut as she spoke, but he sat with her until her breathing deepened into full REM sleep before leaving the bedroom. Moving through his office next door, his mind on logistics and scheduling, on all he had to clear up before landing, he entered the outside corridor that ran the length of the 251-foot fuselage. Swiftly making his way past the six bedrooms with twin beds, he came to a skidding stop at the kitchen doorway when he saw his cook putting away supplies. “You don’t have to stay up, Sese. We won’t need anything until breakfast.”

The big Tongan turned from the cupboard and smiled. “You sure? Those guys upstairs are smokin’ kif. That means the munchies.”

“They can eat snacks—chips, cold cuts, whatever. I’ll tell them they’re on their own. You’re off the clock.”

“You want anything special for the lady’s breakfast?”

Dominic looked at a loss for a moment. “Do we have chocolate milk?”

“You bet. I heard the lady enjoyed her chocolate milk the last time.”

Dominic smiled. “Efficient.”

“Did you think I wasn’t? And since you don’t seem to be on top of this, I’ll see that I have some bacon sandwiches on hand just in case. Leo told me to talk to Deshi, so I’m
clued in. And I know your tastes. Although, if there’s anything else you want in the morning, just ask.”

“Sounds like you’re ahead of the game,” Dominic said pleasantly.

Sese gave a little bow. “I’m guessing you have to keep up your strength. As for the lady’s wishes, I’m all ears.”

“We’ll let you know. With the time zone changes”—Dominic shrugged—“I don’t know when she’ll wake.”

“Not a problem. Leo tells me I have a couple days off to visit my relatives once we land in San Francisco.”

“I’m thinking a week.”

“Sweet.”

“I couldn’t agree more. Now get some sleep.”

Dominic had hired Sese from a restaurant in Jakarta after eating the best beef rendang he’d ever had. That the young chef handled himself superbly in a bar fight later that night had further clinched the deal; it had also established immediate rapport with the members of Dominic’s personal security. In addition, the huge Polynesian could outdrink anyone on the crew, a feat of some consequence in the peer group that saw to Dominic’s safety.

Although Sese didn’t take orders well from anyone but Dominic, the other men had learned to ask politely if they wanted him to cook them something special.

Passing the dining room, exercise room, and small library, Dominic reached the circular staircase that led up to the lounge.

Leo raised his glass and smiled as Dominic came into view at the top of the stairs. “Safe and sound,” he drawled. “Fuck the Balkan mafia.”

“Temporarily,” Dominic reminded him, walking over to the bar and pouring himself three fingers of whiskey. “But thanks everyone.” He surveyed the group of hard-bodied, battle-scarred veterans relaxing in green leather club chairs with drinks in their hands, the pungent smell of kif in the air. “Katherine’s safe. I’m pleased.” Dropping into a vacant chair, he drank half his whiskey, rested the glass on the chair arm, leaned back, and softly exhaled. “She’s going to wonder why we’re traveling with so much security though. I’ll have to come up with some logical explanation. I just don’t want to scare her needlessly.”

“You’re good at that, Nick. Telling women what they want to hear.” A flash of a grin, an Australian accent, a glass lifted in salute.

“I think that’s your department, Clive.” Dominic smiled. “You’ll have to give me pointers.”

The handsome young man with a permanent Aussie tan, the neck of a weight lifter, and hair so blond it was white offered up a look of fake surprise. “You talkin’ to me, mate?”

“Yeah, you. Anyone who can escape their own wedding and leave the bride smiling is what I’d call fucking persuasive.”

“We were friends. It helped.” Clive shrugged. “That’s not your style, Nick.” He gave Dominic a lopsided grin. “Not that your style doesn’t get results.”

“Better results now,” Dominic said, very, very softly. “Katherine’s a rare gift. I’m not sure I deserve her.”

An awkward silence fell. They’d never heard Dominic speak of a woman with such tenderness.

“Do you think they’ll follow us?” one of the men asked to break the disquieting hush.

Dominic looked blank for a moment, then he spoke in his normal, easy drawl that still held faint hints of California surfer. “Most of the mafia foot soldiers can’t make it through U.S. customs. A few might, but not the entire roster that came into Singapore. Which reminds me.” He turned to Leo. “Have you gotten in touch with Gora?”

“An envoy’s en route from Sofia. I’ll know something in a day or so.”

“I need a week before I meet with him.”

“I guess I don’t have to ask why?”

Dominic gave him a cool stare. “I understand sooner is better, but it’s not going to happen. A week minimum. After that anywhere, anytime—I’m ready to parley.”

“It’s going to cost you.”

“We’ll see. Gora has a family that makes him vulnerable. Also a barely legal mistress in Rome he can’t stay away from for long. I’m thinking she’s our best chess piece.”

“Can you trust him?” Danny asked, holding his breath after a big drag from the bong.

Dominic shrugged. “Hard to say. He’s been reliable in the past, but regardless of his trustworthiness, Katherine is going to need security.”

“What kind of security?” Leo asked, his voice measured.

“My kind.”

Eyebrows went up around the lounge, but no one voiced their thoughts. They’d all been with Dominic since he’d first met Max, Leo, Danny, and the others in a Cape Town bar where everyone had been drinking their breakfast before
a day of surfing. As an employer Dominic paid premium wages, gave generous travel allowances, footed the bills for homes or apartments, and allowed flexible schedules that offered time for families. Any of them would take a bullet for him even if it wasn’t their job.

Leo’s face was expressionless. “How soon do you want Katherine’s security in place?”

“Starting now. Make whatever adjustments you need. Bring in whomever you need. Do it quietly. Katherine’s not to know of the added surveillance. I won’t have her life disrupted by Gora or anyone else.” Dominic suddenly grinned. “Don’t look so surprised. She’s an incredible woman. I’m not about to put her in jeopardy.” He dipped his head. “For purely selfish reasons. Is that better? Less shocking?”

“You have to admit, Nick,” Danny said, flipping a dreadlock out of his eyes, “you with a woman for more than a few hours
is
shocking.”

“Get used to it.” Dominic grinned again. “And so will I.”

Dominic’s phone suddenly pinged. Pulling it out from his jacket pocket, he glanced at the display. Coming to his feet, he set his glass aside and said, “Get some sleep while you can. I’m not sure what our schedule will be in San Francisco. See you when we land.” Moving away, he hit the answer bar. “Give me a minute to get to my office, Justin. How’s the family?”