Billionaire's Love Suite (10 page)

Instead, she struggled through the heady haze in her mind to answer his
question. “Pardon me?”

“I asked if you’d like one of your chocolate martinis?”

“I’ll have two.”

***

Dinner had been an epicurean’s dream of smoked Scottish salmon,
steamed baby vegetables and a crème brulee that surpassed anything Shana
had ever tasted.

Justin had kept the dinner conversation personal by telling her about
coming to this hotel with his mother when he’d been very young. Shana was
greatly impressed with the loving remarks he made about his mother and
she commented on the special relationship they’d had.

When she remarked about the elegance of the hotel décor, Justin told
Shana that this hotel had been the only one his mother had designed. The
color choices and fabrics had been all her doing when the hotel had undergone
an enormous renovation in 1989 right before her death.

They finished dinner with an expensive cognac. Justin took a moment to
speak with the chef and thanked the staff before holding her chair for her.

She rose and though her back was to him, she could feel his body heat
radiating toward her as if she were being drawn to him by an ethereal
force. Her head reeled with the sensuous vibes she felt from him and she
stumbled.

Justin caught her. “You okay?”

“Must be the cognac.”

“Or the chocolate martini,” he said putting his arm around her shoulder.
“Here. Just lean into me. The staff will never know you can’t hold your
liquor.”

She started to protest but then thought better of it. What would she say?
It’s you, not the booze that’s got me unbalanced? The trouble was that she
all too easily melded into his side like she was part of him.

They walked through the Art Deco embossed brass elevator doors.
Shana had started to move away from him now that she had a rail to hang
onto, but he only pulled her closer. “It’s okay,” he said as his fingers pressed
more deeply into her shoulder sending shooting flames of desire through
her. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my most valuable asset.”

“You think I’m valuable?” Shana asked as she looked up at him in
surprise.

His eyes captured her. His penetrating gaze was like some kind of mind-altering
drug. Suddenly, she didn’t know where she was or what was happening.
She felt light and dizzy as if her soul had just escaped her body,
rather like a balloon that had just deflated.

“Verrry,” he said slowly while peering at her with his devilish blue
eyes.

Shana knew now how he’d had so many women. He’d bewitched them
all just as she was right now. She stared at his luscious mouth willing it to
meet with hers. She had to taste him.

“That’s why I’m going to fire you,” he said in low sensual tones.

Shana missed the beat. She was so concentrated on her need to kiss
Justin that her mind didn’t compute what he was saying. “What? Why?”

Using his forefinger, he lifted her chin and moved her face close to his,
and said, “Because I couldn’t do this if you were my employee.”

His mouth shaped to hers in an eagerness that Shana had never known.
It was primordial and filled with an aching need so powerful, Shana lost all
thoughts of herself. All she knew now was that he wanted her and it was
enough.

His tongue drove into her mouth and slid across her interior claiming
the territory. One moment he caressed her tongue, the next minute he was
stabbing her as if he were at war with himself. Shana flushed from head to
toe beneath her clothes. Desire flamed and then combusted. She raised her arms and put them around his neck to keep him close. She wanted to keep
him from leaving. She kissed him back with a passion she hadn’t known
existed. She invaded his mouth with her tongue, sliding over his full lips
and tasting cognac and Justin. As their tongues danced with each other,
Shana sank her fingers into Justin’s nape and that was when she discovered
he was covered in goose bumps.

She was stunned to know that she had caused such a strong reaction in
him. He was the man who’d known dozens of women. He could have had
anyone he wanted, but at this moment, he was hers.

His breath came hard as if he were rising too quickly from the deep sea
as he pulled away from Shana’s mouth. He toyed with her lower lip, capturing
it between his teeth. He’d meant for the ploy to break the plundering
mood he was in, but instead the honey taste of Shana drove him to recklessness.
He slanted his mouth over hers again as he sucked in a deep breath.
Again, she kept him from invading her mouth with his tongue, and sought
to attack him instead. Fingers of hot flame licked his insides, stroking him
until he thought he would go insane.

She molded herself to him reminding him of her luscious body. He
pulled her closer until they were breast to breast, pelvis to pelvis. Skillfully,
Justin ended her assault and became the master. He plowed her with fervent
kisses until he realized she was breathless. He ground his erection into her
pelvis and rather than being startled or moving away, she met his rhythmic
rotations with those of her own.

An odd awareness of privation filled Justin. He suddenly felt as if he
were bereft of life itself. It was as if this woman was the key to the bounty
he sought. He’d felt want before, but it had never been like this. Justin had
always prided himself on his ability to control every situation including himself.
But with Shana, he was not the marauder. Rather than being repelled,
he was fascinated. He knew this notion was fleeting and once he’d taken her
to bed and his need fulfilled, his world would be just as it had been before.

“Justin,” she muttered as she slowly released his mouth. “I don’t
think…”

“That’s good. Don’t think. Not tonight.”

He closed his eyes and kissed her again with so much potency Shana
succumbed. God help her, she wanted the kiss to go on forever. She didn’t care if she was number five hundred and six on his list. His kiss was worth
it. She doubted if anyone in the world could kiss like Justin. If he hadn’t
already been a billionaire, she figured he could sell his kisses and still be
one of the wealthiest men alive.

The elevator doors opened to the top floor where their two suites were
located.

Tearing himself away, Justin laid his cheek next to Shana’s as they
both stared at the open doors. “I had the bell captain take your bag to your
room.”

Shana was reluctant to release him, but the moment was broken. She
wondered if she would ever get it back.

“Thank you,” she said turning her head and looking up at him. “So,
what time do we fly out in the morning?”

Justin’s lips turned up in a mischievous smile. “When I want.”

“Oh.”

Justin slid his arm under hers, brushing her breast as he did. “I’ll walk
you to your door.”

They left the elevator and walked the short distance to Shana’s room.
She dug into her purse and handed him her room key card. He opened the
door and held it for her. Shana walked into the lavishly decorated room with
its view of downtown Toronto. The city lights glimmered in the indigo night
like a sea of florescent tropical fish.

“It’s lovely,” Shana said with an intake of breath. “And so romantic.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Justin replied coming into the room.

She turned and saw the door close behind him. “Am I re-hired?”

“Not yet,” he said in raspy, throaty tones that sent shockwaves of anticipation
throughout Shana’s body.

“That’s what I thought,” she said as he captured her mouth in a blistering
kiss.

Shana wanted to be the aggressor, but he was too much for her. His
hands were splayed across both her breasts and she was stunned at the
heat she felt from them. Once again, she felt him shiver beneath her kiss.
His reaction spurred her on. She removed her fingers from his nape where
they’d curled around his velvety locks and she began to untie his silk tie.
Though she didn’t want to break the kiss, she wanted to see Justin naked even more. Sliding her hands across his shirt front she could feel his pectoral
muscles bunched with tension. She eased her hands under his jacket
lapels and pushed the cashmere fabric from his body. The jacket fell in
clump on the patterned carpet. Eagerly, she unbuttoned his shirt and mercifully,
she placed her hands on his bare chest. Since the day they’d first met
and through all her night dreams about Justin, she hadn’t actually believed
she would ever find herself alone in a bedroom with him. She was living
her own fantasy. And already, it was far more intense than she had ever
imagined.

She wasn’t sure if it was the chocolate martinis or the cognac that had
abolished her inhibitions, her control or her common sense, but at this
moment, she didn’t care. She only wanted to be the heroine of her own
story.

Shana was utterly concentrated on freeing Justin from his clothing that
she didn’t realize her own were clustered on the floor at her feet. His hands
were expertly unhooking her pink French lace bra. It fluttered to the floor
like a dying bird.

“Shana,” he said her name through staccato breaths as if he’d been running
a marathon. His heart slammed at a beat so strong he felt as if his
temples would burst into flame. Justin had always prided himself on crystal
clear memory. He thought he’d remembered every facet about Shana’s luscious
body, but he realized now, he’d only had a glimpse. Even though he’d
touched her, he hadn’t realized how incredibly soft her skin was. He hadn’t
realized how voluptuous and pillow-soft her breasts were.
A man could get
lost in her breasts alone
, he thought as he continued to sink his fingers into
her ivory flesh. When his hands had finally met satiation, he clamped his
eager mouth over her breast and teased the nipple with his tongue until it
was taut.

She was sweet to the taste, and as he breathed in her intoxicating natural
scent he lost what was left of his mind. Justin felt himself on a downward
erotic spiral into oblivion with no safety net, no savior in sight. And he
didn’t give a rat. The only thought in his consciousness that remained was
taking Shana completely. Only then would he be saved from himself.

The moan Shana heard had somehow escaped from her own throat. She
sank her hands into his thick hair and pressed him further into her breast. Spirals of electric sensations shot to her core. Standing in her high heels and
lace panties she felt sinful and reckless and free. He tugged and pulled on
her nipple creating explosions of heat inside her that were so intense, her
knees went weak. Somehow, he managed to hold her up. Justin then went to
work on her other breast and by the time he finished, Shana was thoroughly
squishy inside.

With his tongue he created a trail of liquid fire from her breast to her
throat. Shana didn’t know when she’d last taken a breath, but despite the
burning in her lungs, she didn’t dare move and risk the end to the cluster of
tiny vibrant explosions taking place inside her.

Justin plumbed her mouth with his tongue. Shana breathed in his breath
and kept him inside. Slipping her hands down his rock hard chest, across the
dark curls and further down his belly, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped
his wool slacks. They fell to the floor with a whoosh.

Justin stepped out of his slacks, swooped Shana into his arms and carried
her to the bed. Gently, he placed her on top of the white sateen sheets, which
had been turned down by the night staff. He turned away for a moment, took
off his shoes and socks and peeled off his black briefs.

As he leaned up to turn off the bedside lamp, Shana stole a look at his
engorged penis. Justin looked at her just as she glanced down at him.

“Happy?” he asked impishly.

Her eyes were wide as she looked into his face. “Very.”

Justin moved over her and placed his elbows on either side of shoulders.
In the shadows she could still see smoky sensuality in his blue eyes. His
voice was husky as he spoke to her between the kisses he planted on her
forehead, eyelids, cheeks and mouth. “You feel so good,” he groaned as he
inhaled deeply. He ringed the shell of her ear with his tongue and the sensation
gave Shana goose bumps.

“You shivered,” he said licking her throat at her pulse point.

“You did, too,” she replied with raspy breaths.

“Never.”

“Earlier…” Shana was about to continue the argument when she felt
him slide his penis between her legs. Adroitly, he placed himself between
her folds and stroked her wet bud. Shana was instantly on fire. She stopped
breathing. Her muscles tensed and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. Her short nails scraped his skin ever so slightly eliciting an animalistic
groan from deep in his throat.

She arched her hips and flung her head deeper into the goose-down
pillow. He continued to ply her with himself until she was gasping for air.
Shana knew she was on the verge of explosion when suddenly, he stopped.

She was about to protest when she felt his hands pull her thighs wide
apart. She was completely open to him.

“You are beautiful,” he moaned. “Every bit of you is beautiful.”

With his fingers he splayed her wide apart so that she was accessible to
his expert machinations. Shana was so totally under his control that she had
no choice but to surrender to him.

His tongue flitted over and across her ignited bud causing every cell in
her body to riot. Stroking, probing, flicking his tongue over her most precious
points, Justin caused Shana to wiggle and squirm beneath him. She
sank her fingers into his hair and held his head steady as she writhed against
his tongue. Wrapping her legs around his shoulders, she tilted her hips up to
him for more pleasuring.

She yelped, cried and screamed as one orgasm after another assailed
her. She grabbed the extra down pillow and put it over her mouth as she was
certain every person from Toronto to British Columbia could hear her.