Billionaire Erotic Romance Boxed Set: 7 Steamy Full-Length Novels (127 page)

Sophie shrugged the straps from her shoulders and tossed the scrap of flimsy material away, leaving her in just the heels and panties. Henry reached for her left foot, cupping her heel in his hand and stroking along the length of her shin. He dropped a kiss on the tips of her toes, peeking out from the crystal-studded Louboutin’s, and then drew the shoe off and laid it aside, repeating the same sensual process with her other foot.

He stroked his warm palms up her calves, brushing teasing fingers into the crease of her knees as he moved upward, parting her thighs gently. His fingertips hooked beneath the elastic of her panties and tugged them down. Sophie lifted her hips slightly, helping him.

When she lay naked and quivering he unzipped his own slacks and pushed them from his hips. The outline of his erection was visible through the thin, soft cotton of his boxers. She waited for him to remove them as well, but he didn’t. She couldn’t contain the tiny whimper of disappointment.

“I told you,
dolce
. I have plans for you. There’s no rush.”

She wanted to argue the point. The throbbing in her pussy, the tension coiled in her belly, the aching need in the tips of her breasts, that was the rush.

“Please, Henry. I need you.” She spread her thighs, feeling no embarrassment at the admission.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan to leave you wanting.” He climbed between her thighs and reached across the bed for the champagne bottle, taking a long pull before offering it to her.

She pressed the cool glass to her lips and the sweet, bubbly drink poured over her tongue. Henry reached out with one finger and tipped the bottle’s base up higher, causing champagne to flood her mouth. The liquid streamed from the corners of her lips and ran in thick rivulets down her neck and torso before soaking into a puddle between her thighs. Sophie gasped, swallowing the last of the champagne in her mouth as Henry drew the bottle from her hand and set it down. He bent over her, urging her onto her back as he sucked the wine from her the skin of her throat, his tongue delving into the hollow between her collarbone. Sophie lowered herself to her back as he moved over her, bringing her hands up to tangle in his silky hair.

“That’s it,
dolce
,” he murmured against the thin skin of her sternum. “Hold on to me.”

Sophie shuddered at the husky sound of his voice and the hot press of his lips as he skimmed them over the flesh of her chest. When his mouth closed over one turgid nipple, her back arched off the bed and her fingers tightened in his hair as she pulsed with desire. She rocked her hips upward, trying to make contact with Henry’s cock, but his hands were firm on her thighs, holding her to the bed as he continued the leisurely downward journey of his mouth.

“Please, Henry,” she pleaded. “Please.”

His lips brushed back and forth over the sensitive skin just above the mound of her pussy. She arched upward, pressing herself against the hard angle of his chin. Henry laughed, his tongue dipping down to wriggle against her engorged clit. She cried out, thighs twitching.

“I love it when you beg so sweetly,
dolce
.”

He gripped one trembling thigh in his left hand and drew it wide, spreading her slick folds open. She moaned as his hot tongue slid along the delicate lips of her sex, delving between to explore the intricate pink folds of slippery flesh. He sucked the stiff bud of her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, sending blazing waves of pleasure rolling through her with each teasing lick.

“Yes, Henry, god yes!”

Her head spun with a combination of the champagne, the spicy scent of Henry’s skin, and the pleasure building within her at each stroke of his tongue. Her chest heaved with ragged, panting breaths as she rocked her hips, rubbing the length of her dripping pussy against his mouth.

“Come for me,
dolce
,” he murmured before covering her pulsing clit with his lips and sucking hard, tongue massaging in tight circles around the sensitive flesh.

Her orgasm ripped through her like jagged bolts of electricity, galvanizing her body, starting at her toes. She arched upward, spine bowing, spasming pussy pressing hard against his mouth and chin. The muscles in her thighs, arms and belly tensed as the sizzling wave of sensation rolled up her body.

For what felt like endless moments she was adrift in time and space, weightless, thoughtless but for the pleasure that bubbled through her. Like the champagne Henry had licked from her skin, she was liquid and sweet and tingling. She only slowly came back to herself as he held himself above her body.

She felt the hot, silken length of his cock brush her belly and breathed out a soft sigh. She grasped his waist, pulling him close to her as he rocked his hips against her pelvis. She whimpered and arched against him, her sex still responsive to him.

“Hush,
dolce ragazza
. Trust me.”

Did she? Sophie pressed her mouth to his, breathing his breath, and nodded. He urged her arms up, around his neck. The wiry hair on his chest chafed her tender nipples as he nudged her knees onto his hips. “Hold on to me,
dolce
.”

Henry cupped her head in one hand and her hip in the other and rolled, swapping their places. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden shift. He laughed softly, but the sound dissolved into a groan as her sweat slick body rested against him, trapping the stiff length of his cock between them.

Henry cupped her buttocks in his big hands, encouraging her to grind herself along his rigid shaft. She rocked against him, the smooth, slick head of his cock prodding her sensitive clit and igniting a blaze of pleasure in her belly.

His voice was smoky. “Yes,
dolce
.” His breath was hot in her ear. “Rub your sweet little pussy on me.”

He nipped her shoulder and collarbone, holding her body flush against his as she writhed and moaned. Warmth pulsed in her slick sex and suddenly she felt herself on the trembling edge of yet another orgasm. She gasped in surprise. As if he knew, Henry pressed his fingers into the base of her spine, rubbing in lazy circles. Her pleasure didn’t diminish at all, but the imminent orgasm receded, leaving her trembling and panting as she lay tense on top of him.

Her breathing slowed the slightest bit. Henry, seemingly attuned to her slightest sigh, lifted her hips. He spread his legs, nudging hers farther apart, and lined the head of his cock up with her slick entrance. His dark eyes met and held her gaze as he pushed upward, sliding the hot, hard ridge of his flesh into her inch by slow inch.

The satin smooth head of his cock parted her wet folds, stretching her snug walls in tiny increments. The feeling was excruciating and exquisite. “Henry, please!” He liked to drive her to that edge of desperation and hear her plead. If that’s what he wanted, she was happy to give it to him, so long as he gave her what she wanted too.

When the last several inches of his stiff shaft slipped inside her and he was seated to the hilt, Sophie moaned.

“Look at me,
dolce
.” His lips brushed along her jaw. She raised her eyes to his and he caught her mouth in a tender kiss, tongue dancing delicately over hers, as he began to move inside her. He drew the hard length of himself out of her wet folds until the head rested just within the opening of her sopping pussy, and then pressed back inside her in that same leisurely glide. “You are so beautiful, Sophie,” he murmured against her mouth. “Seeing you like this, eyes soft with desire, cheeks flushed with pleasure, mouth swollen from my kiss while you ride my cock. I’ve never seen anything so lovely.”

She groaned, lids fluttering. The only thing that had ever made her feel so alive was dancing, but she hadn’t felt that way since her injury and Christian’s rejection. Not until now. She felt aware of every thrumming cell of her body as he moved within her.

“Please, Henry. I don’t know how much more I can take.” Lying so still on him while he controlled the movement was driving her mad. The pleasure was growing impossibly high within her, vibrating through her and threatening to shatter at any moment.

He rotated his hips, curling them upward as he pressed her down onto his hard length. “You want to come,
dolce
?”

“Yes! Whatever I want, you said.” Her fingers curved into his shoulders like talons.

“I can’t go back on a promise,” he grunted as he rolled again, a half turn this time, stopping when they lay on their sides.

Sophie whined as Henry slid out of her, his cock flushed with blood and glistening with their combined juices. He climbed to his knees and drew up her left leg to enter her, resting her slender ankle on his shoulder.

She laid her head on her bent arm but kept her gaze on his chiseled face as he pumped into her. “Harder!” she pleaded as her left hand trailed along the curve of her breasts. A guttural groan escaped his mouth as she rolled each hard nipple between her slender fingers.

He turned his head to press his mouth to her ankle as he plunged his cock into her, moving faster as she continued to touch herself. She moaned with aching need as his broad thumb dipped below her navel to strum across the turgid button of her clit. “So beautiful,
dolce
. Come for me again. One more time.”

He rubbed small circles around her clit and she clenched with desire. As Henry swiveled his hips on his next thrust she finally broke into an orgasm that radiated from her core. “God, Henry!” she cried out as she exploded into a sharp pleasure, unable to contain herself. The force of her second orgasm was like a detonation.

Her body clamped down hard on his cock, rippling along the rigid shaft with powerful spasms of her inner muscles. Henry grunted, plunging himself deep into her clutching sheath. “Dio!” The muscle in his jaw jumped as he gritted his teeth. He inhaled sharply. “
Bella raggazza! Io vengo!
”

She didn’t know what it meant, but Sophie could feel the pulse of his cock inside her, the heated gush of his seed. The rush of warmth and the twitch of his hard flesh added a new dimension to her own pleasure. She squeezed him with her inner muscles, milking the throbbing length of his shaft.

He thrust into her tightness once, twice, three more times before pressing himself as deep as he could. He stayed that way, chest heaving, as he stared down into her eyes. She smiled up at him, feeling sated and full to the brim with sweet languor. She saw a brief flicker of surprise in the soft black depths of his gaze before he returned her slow smile with one of his own.

She lowered her leg from his shoulder, reaching for his left hand with hers, and drew him down beside her. They lay face to face, eye to eye, not speaking. Not needing to speak. She tangled her calves with his and draped her arm over his still heaving ribcage. Henry moved only briefly to fling away the damp green coverlet and tug the cool, clean white sheet up over them. Then he lay back down and pulled her close, positioning her head beneath his chin and stroking her back. Tucked against his throat as she was, every breath she took was redolent of Henry.

As her eyes drifted shut and sleep covered her like a blanket she thought she felt him press a brief kiss to the top of her head. And had he murmured her name? Perhaps it was just a sigh. She tried to speak his name in return, but all that came out was a low hum of satisfaction.

Chapter Fourteen

After a morning of breakfast and chit-chat, Henry told Sophie he wanted to show her something. Once she was dressed in yet another gift of new clothes, she got into his Maybach and they drove to a construction site in TriBeCa. It was an unfinished skyscraper.

“You wanted to show me an empty building?” she asked, as they pulled up to the site.

“You wanted to know what I do. I’m going to show you.”

They made their way inside to the elevator. Much like the elevator in Henry’s building, this one moved swiftly and soundlessly. It was a little disconcerting when she felt the jolt in her feet that meant they’d reached their floor.

She gasped as he led her into a wide foyer. The walls were unpainted and the light fixtures were missing. Halfway down the wall on her left was a single door, and Henry led her in that direction. “These will be high-end condos when the building is completed. There will be a courtyard downstairs, a gym with a pool, a bar. But for now it’s all just steel, sheetrock and wires.”

Of course, when she crossed the threshold, sheetrock and wires were not the first things she noticed. It was the wall of windows that took her breath away. She could see the morning sunlight sparkling off the water of the Hudson.

“Henry, it’s lovely.” It was, and yet...

“It’s
vacant
,” he said. He shoved a hand through his hair. “This is just one of them. All over the country, all over the world. Empty buildings. Medina Properties buys them, builds them, and most of all, sells them. It’s someone else’s job to make sure they’re occupied, though. My job is done before a single person lives in the spaces I create.”

He swept his hand at the bare room. A muscle twitched beside his eyes, so dark with some unnameable distress that they were black all through. Sophie wanted to smooth the muscle with her fingers, but Henry’s face was too dark at the moment. She settled for gently touching his arm. “But when it’s done it will fill with people. This will be someone’s home. Like the one Wayne and Darren are making in your other building.”

His lips curved upward. “It was a nice change to get to see that part of it. The people who were going to live there. Normally, I don’t.”

Sophie slid her arms around his waist and leaned into him, resting her cheek on his chest. “That’s why you don’t like to talk about what you do?”

He still held the canvas tote in one hand, but he curved the other around her back. “It’s a pretty empty job. I travel around and look at empty buildings. Sometimes they’re just frames. Skeletons. It’s like I handle the dead. Would you talk about it?”

“Gah,” she shivered. “That’s a morbid way to look at it.”

“It’s how it feels.”

She stretched up on tiptoe to brush her mouth over his. His lips still tasted faintly of the strong coffee they’d had with breakfast. “Well, this one isn’t vacant at the moment.”