ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) (25 page)

And when he pulled away, I whispered, “I won.”

“I’LL show you who wins around here,” he growled, and began flicking his tongue from my nipples down to my belly, then between my thighs.

His cheeks were a little scratchy, but he was careful – and his tongue was velvety smooth.

I was at such a high pitch from before that I came within sixty seconds, a crashing, devastating, annihilating orgasm that left me unable to talk for almost a minute afterwards.

After it was over, he crawled back up to me, kissing my skin, licking the curves of my hips, sucking softly on my nipples before he collapsed next to me.

“So…
who
won?” he growled sexily.

“I think it’s safe to say we both won,” I whispered dreamily as he held me against his chest.

He nuzzled into my shoulder.

“…but I won more,” I said, then shrieked as he pounced and tickled me again.

After the tickling (which finally ended in a long, slow, lingering kiss), we lay in each other’s arms for awhile.

Then he leaned up on one elbow and looked at me.

“I need a shower. You want to join me?”

I nodded. He rolled off the bed and got to his feet, then pulled me along with him and led the way to the bathroom.

“Hmmm… I changed my mind. How about a bath instead?” he asked.

“Fine by me.”

He turned on the extra-large faucet for the jacuzzi bathtub, which was set into the floor. The faucet spewed water so fast that a fireman could hook up his hose to it.

That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but not much.

“Hold on, I’ll be back in a minute,” he said as he grabbed a robe and padded out into the main room of the penthouse.

I walked down the steps into the jacuzzi and sat on one of the little ledges as the deliciously hot water began to fill up the tub. It was up to my waist when Connor finally returned, carrying a bowl of fruit and two glasses of orange juice from the breakfast table outside.

“Just in case,” he said, and set everything down beside the tub. Then he grabbed his shaving kit, placed it by the food, dropped the robe (yum) and walked down into the jacuzzi to join me.

“Stand up,” he said, and when I did, he sat down and pulled me onto his lap. “Much better.”

We kissed as the water rose around us, filling the air with steam. Then he broke away from me and shut off the faucet.

“Hold on a sec.” He unwrapped a fancy package of soap by the tub and began to lather it between his hands. “Now… time to get clean.”

He began to rub his soapy hands across my back, my neck, my shoulders, and most of all my breasts.

“I think you’ve got them clean enough,” I teased after he’d spent a good sixty seconds on them.

“Nope,” he said as he continued fondling them. “Gotta make sure.”

After a minute I returned the favor, working up a lather and running my sudsy hands over his chest, his back, his neck, and his arms. I loved the sensation of my fingers tracing the outlines of his powerful muscles, feeling his firm, taut flesh as my soapy hands glided over him.

 Once I was finished he rummaged around in his shaving kit and pulled out a razor, one of those snap-on kinds with the five safety blades, and a can of fancy shaving cream with French on the label.

“You mind?” he asked while he lathered up his face.

“No.” In fact, I was curious to watch him.

He paused, looked at me, and then grinned. “You want to do it?”

My eyes grew wide. “What? No!”

“Why not?”

“I might cut you!”

“You shave your legs, don’t you?”

“Yeah, my
legs!
I’ve never shaved anyone else before!”

“Always a first time.” He winked at me. “Come on… I don’t have a mirror.”

“There’s one right there,” I said, gesturing to the long mirror over the sinks.

“Yeah, but I’d have to get out of the bath. Help me out.”

I shook my head woefully, then acquiesced. “This is a bad idea.”

“This is a
great
idea,” he grinned, then pulled me onto his lap again, straddling and facing him.

I could feel him between my thighs, thick but soft, brushing against the inside of my thigh as the water currents moved it.

I would have been turned on if I weren’t so nervous.

I began by shaving down his cheek.

“After you shave down, shave up, too, against the grain,” he said, enjoying watching my nervousness.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said as I dunked the razor in the water, washing away the lather.

“I trust you implicitly,” he grinned. “I am literally putting my life in your hands.”

“Don’t smile, it makes it harder.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, and took on a mockingly serious expression.

After the first few strokes, though, I began to get the hang of it – and I began to enjoy it. The soft scrape of the blade on his skin… the miniscule vibrations of his whiskers under the metal… the curves and slopes of his face and jaw as I traced the razor across it.

It was incredibly intimate – something I’d never done with anyone, or
to
anyone, ever before.

Come to think of it, the last 24 hours had been
full
of firsts.

Of course, with this one, I was more focused and attentive than with any of the others.

I was incredibly present, aware of everything. Our bodies were pressed against each other, almost as close as if he were inside me. I saw every little detail, from the beads of sweat slowly dripping from his tousled hair, to the cleft in his chin that was so difficult to shave. I inhaled the sweet odor of the soap, the clean smell of the lather, and the faintest hint of his sweat. And I listened to him breathing, felt the light tickle of his breath across my wet skin.

It was lovely just to
be
there with him, concentrating on nothing but him, as I slowly continued my work.

“What would you like to do tonight?” he murmured.

“Shhh,” I whispered as I concentrated on shaving his throat. “Don’t talk.”

He didn’t say anything again until after I had finished. I set aside the razor on the edge of the tub, wet my hands in the water, and rubbed them across his cheeks and jaw.

“Smooth as a baby’s bottom,” I said.

“But hopefully more attractive,” he grinned as I ran my wet fingers softly across his face.

I felt something stir under the water, against my leg. His shaft was thickening, lengthening, pressing more insistently against my thigh.

Now that I wasn’t worried about hurting him, it seriously turned me on.

But I didn’t let him know that.

“I felt that,” I said.

“Yeah, you
caused
that,” he said, and felt his face with his hands. “Very nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So, what do you want to do tonight?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Come on… you don’t want to stay cooped up in here.”

I shifted my position on his lap so that my lower lips were pressed against his shaft. “Oh, I don’t know… there are benefits to that.”

He grunted, and I could feel him swelling even more.

I began to move slowly up and down, rubbing the length of him with my softest parts. I was beginning to get wet, and not from the water.

He grabbed my ass and pressed me harder against him. He was fully erect now, hard and thick against my belly and between my thighs.

“We’ll do plenty of that,” he said, trying to retain his composure, “but don’t you want to do something? Something you haven’t done before?”

“Like what?” I asked as I continued to massage his shaft. I loved the way it felt as it slid up and down against my clit.

“Unh…” he grunted again, and closed his eyes.

“Like what?” I whispered playfully in his ear.

“I don’t know… a party at a movie star’s home, or something…”

I stopped moving and peered down at him. “Seriously?”

He opened one eye. “Sure, why not?”

“You hang out with movie stars?”

“Not usually, but I don’t think it’ll be too hard to wrangle an invitation.”

I must have looked like a fish, my mouth was gaping open so wide.

He grinned. “So I guess that’s what we’ll be doing, then. Now, before you get me revved up beyond the point of no return, let’s get in the shower and wash off. I need to make a phone call.”

“You’ve never wanted to go to any of those parties before,”
the ultra-gay voice said on speakerphone.

It was Sebastian on the line, Connor’s personal assistant in New York.

“Well, there’s always a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Connor said, and winked at me.

We were dressing in the bedroom. Connor looked incredible in a dark suit with a light blue shirt. I was putting on a little black dress from the rack of clothes, and fretting about how tightly it hugged my curves.

“I suppose,”
Sebastian sniffed, then said disapprovingly,
“I just wonder if it’s your idea… or someone else’s.”

Meaning me.

I stuck out my tongue at the phone.

Connor laughed.

“What?”

“Nothing. And what do you care?” Connor asked as he tied his necktie. “You’ve been after me forever to get out and enjoy myself. You should thank Lily for being a good influence.”

“I suppose…”
he grumbled.

“Does he ever get a day off?” I whispered to Connor.

“I heard that – and no, I don’t.”

“You do, too,” Connor said. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“That’s like asking me not to be gay, darling.”

“I got you Steven as an assistant so you could take more time off – ”

“Oh PLEASE. Would Steven know who to call to get you an invite to an A-lister’s party? I think not. Would Steven have the cojones to threaten and cajole the staff at the Dubai so you could get the penthouse at the last second possible? I think NOT. Would Stephen personally call the affronted guest and smooth things over with his astounding charm? I THINK NOT. Does Stephen even POSSESS an ounce of the charm necessary for such a thing?
I THINK NOT.
”

“You’re absolutely indispensable, Sebastian,” Connor grinned.

“Just so you recognize that. How IS the penthouse, by the way?”

“Lovely.”

“Just so you’re enjoying it. Considering the trouble I had to go to get it,”
he added, sounding like he had all the woes of the world on his weary shoulders.

“What did you have to do to get it?” I asked, curious.

“What do you mean?”

“Wasn’t there somebody in it before us?”

“You mean, what did I have to promise the previous occupants so they would vacate it for YOU?”

“Yes, Miss Thing, that’s exactly what I mean,” I said tartly.

Connor stifled a laugh.

“Hmph. You don’t want to know.”

“Actually, I do,” I pressed.

“It was terrible – there was screaming, and threats, an epic temper tantrum – ”

“On your part or theirs?” Connor asked.

“Very funny. But in the end, I smoothed it all over – ”

“They hadn’t checked in yet, had they?” Connor smirked.

There was a long pause on the phone.

“…no, not yet,”
Sebastian said, both haughty and embarrassed at the same time.
“They missed their connecting flight from JFK, so they were staying over in New York for the evening.”

“You big liar,” I teased.

“I am not a liar!”
he snapped, now just haughty.
“They agreed to give up the penthouse for the weekend, but I had to throw in two nights free and carte blanche on the room service.”

“Wow,” I said, a little stunned. “Anything they want… free?”

“Yes. And I hope it was worth it,”
Sebastian snapped.

“A pittance of a price, and well-played, my good man,” Connor said. “Now, so you can get off work at a reasonable time, can you call your contact and see what’s up?”

“Of course. I’ll have to move heaven and earth once again just to make sure you’re happy – ”

“I hardly think
that,
” Connor said.

“How do you know this guy, the one you’re calling?” I asked.

“Well, not that it’s any of your business…”
Sebastian said, and then turned positively giddy.
“…but I met him on vacation down in Cabo.”

“I thought you never went on vacation,” Connor said.

“Shut up and let me tell my story.”

Connor gave me a look like,
Well, I just stepped in it, didn’t I?

“He’s a hairdresser – ”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Connor whispered in my ear, and I giggled.

Sebastian continued, off in his own little world. I could hear the rapture in his voice.

“He’s worked on some of the biggest movies of the last couple of years, the stars all love him, including a certain twenty-something Oscar winner – ”

“Did you sleep with him?” I asked as I applied some lipstick, some fancy European brand I’d never heard of before. A little kit had been delivered up with the rack of clothes, I just hadn’t noticed it at the time. I’d been too stunned by the Gucci, Versace, Manolo’s, and Jimmy Choo’s.

“I – what – that’s none of your – ”
Sebastian sputtered.

“You
totally
slept with him!” I said gleefully.

“I – that’s – Connorrrrr!”

“Don’t tease Sebastian, he’s sensitive,” Connor admonished me playfully.

“I am NOT!”

“Though yes, the hairdresser was all he talked about for three weeks after his vacation,” Connor confirmed.

“I DID NOT!”

“You should call him up. Tell him you’re coming out here for a couple of days, see what he says,” Connor suggested.

Silence.

“…really?”
Sebastian asked in a tiny, hopeful voice.

“Sure. You deserve a break. Get the Dubai to set up a room for you… that is, if you can’t get the hairdresser to invite you to stay with him.”