Billionaire's Love Suite (13 page)

Justin thought he would lose his mind. The touch, the feel, the smell of
her was like an aphrodisiac. Of all the women he’d ever had and enjoyed,
he’d never been mesmerized like he’d been with Shana. Like a temptress
out of an Olympian myth, she’d seduced him with her body and her mind.
She was the quest that an adventurer risked his all for. After their night in
Toronto he’d thought that if he lived through the rapture, he would have
been satiated and he’d be more in control of his desires when he was around
her. But that hadn’t happened. If anything, his sexual need had been fanned
like a firestorm. He came to the office thinking only of how soon he would
see Shana. Discussing business with her drove him insane. All he could
think about was how soon he could talk her into bed again.

Dragging his mouth from hers, Justin said, “I don’t want you to do anything.
I just want you.” Then he seared her lips with a kiss so impassioned
Shana felt her legs go limp. She leaned into Justin for support.

She felt as if she were being swept out to sea. Riptides of sexual need
created a juggernaught inside Shana that obliterated her composure and
control. She flung her arms around his neck and shoved her fingers into his
hair at the back of his head. She held him captive there, letting her mouth
consume him. She tasted him and reveled in the perfection of his mouth.
Her hands slid down his shoulders and to his chest. She could feel his heat
rising right through the fabric. She didn’t realize she was tugging on his
jacket lapels as if trying to force him to shed his coat.

“Shana,” Justin breathed as he tore his mouth from hers. “We really
need to get a room,” he joked.

“But we can’t go to the hotel. The employees.”

“You’re right,” he said taking her hand and pulling her alongside him.
“We have to be careful.”

They practically ran out of the zoo and down the sidewalk. Justin tried
to hail a cab, but as luck would have it, nearly every one was occupied.
They fast-walked down the street, stopping at the stoplights to kiss quickly
and then move on.

They did not enter the hotel by the front doors, but rather went around
the back to the service elevator to which Justin had the key.

“No one will find us in here,” he said taking Shana into his arms again
and kissing her. Depressing the up button, Justin backed Shana up against
the elevator’s padded wall. He pinned her arms to the wall and ravaged her
mouth repeatedly. The attack was forceful, proprietary and meant to assail.
He was like a conqueror taking his plunder. He felt as if this moment were a
suspension of time and dimension. He couldn’t hope that there would ever
be another time with Shana, not like this one. He had to take everything she
had and leave no space for regrets.

He wanted all of her. More than he’d had before. More than he’d ever
had from anyone before. He wanted to drown in her. He wanted to die in
her.

He pulled her leg up to the level of his hip and shoved her skirt nearly
to her waist. He ran his hand up her leg and found the thinnest wisp of lace
panties as a barrier to his treasure. He ripped them from her and plunged
his fingers into her moist warmness. He could hardly breathe as he kissed
her again and again, nipping her lower lip with his teeth and plowing her
demanding mouth with his tongue.

Shana abandoned herself to Justin. His touch wasn’t enough. His kisses
weren’t enough. She had to have more. She wanted to feel his skin beneath
her fingertips, but try as she could, her fingers went numb each time he plied
her bud with his thumb. Rivers of sensations sped through her body. She
was hot and cold. She was torrid heat and quivering ice.

He pulled his mouth from hers, opened her blouse and exposed her
breast. Dragging his tongue from her slender neck and the pulse point at the base of her throat, he traveled to her breast where he enclosed her erect
nipple with his lips.

Rubbing her bud while simultaneously pumping his fingers in and out
of her, Shana felt the firestorm explode. She cried out with her climax. She
was breathless, weak and utterly spent.

“Justin,” she breathed his name softly.

“I’m not through with you yet,” he said and slowly lowered her leg.
Splaying his fingers over her breast, he said, “We’re here.”

He opened the service elevator door, which had reached the penthouse
suite he owned. Entering from the side of the apartment as they did, they
were sure to avoid detection by any of the staff.

Shana never had a moment to observe the elegant furniture, the costly
original art or the spectacular view. Justin had scooped her up into his arms
and carried her to his bedroom.

With his mouth devouring hers, or was it the other way around?, all she
felt was the velvet bedspread beneath her and the silky pillowcase on the
goose down pillow under her head. Shana slowly unbuttoned her blouse and
wiggled out of her skirt. She playfully raised a naked leg in the air allowing
him a tantalizing view of her bottom and used her right foot to kick off her
left foot shoe. Then she grabbed the remaining shoe and dropped it off the
side of the bed.

Justin was enthralled as he watched her and then stripped his clothes
in seconds and with daylight filling the room, she filled her eyes with the
majestic sight of his perfect body. No matter what happened to them in the
future, Shana knew she’d never see another man as perfectly chiseled as
Justin.

Holding her arms out to him, he came to her, and covered her with his
body. With his knee he spread her legs apart and with ease and skill, he slid
his thick erection against her wet center until she gasped.

His mouth was everywhere at once, Shana would have vowed. He kissed
her mouth, her eyes, her hair, her ears, her throat and blessedly, her breasts,
which ached for his touch more than she wanted to admit.

Licking her nipples and slicking himself against her, the sound that
escaped Justin’s throat was animalistic and very impatient.

He leaned over her momentarily, opened the nightstand drawer, withdrew
a condom and put it on.

Shana wrapped her long silky legs around him and clamped her hands on
his haunches, driving him into her. Justin groaned again. Plunging, pushing,
pressing, he entered her repeatedly and each time he knew he needed more.
More sensation. More heat. More wet. More of Shana.

He pushed himself up on his hands until he was kneeling on the bed.
He pulled Shana up from the bed so that she was sitting on his erection. He
clamped a hand around one of her luscious breasts and feasted as if he were
a starving man. Pricking, nipping, he played her nipple until it was hard and
Shana’s breast engorged with sexual delight.

She sank herself onto him and then pulled up. Sinking onto him again,
Justin could no longer dam up his explosion.

He came into her with a shudder that rocked the both of them. “Holy
Mother in heaven,” he rasped into her ear as he pulled them both down onto
the bed. “I’ll never be the same,” he said.

Shana was still on fire, but knew he was spent. She lifted her thigh and
crossed it over Justin’s flank. She looked into his eyes as she touched his
sweat soaked hair. “I think you’ll recover.”

Mischief danced in his eyes. He reached his hand down to her center
and tugged on the curls between her legs. “You think?”

Shana took a deep breath. “I know.”

He took her to the moon and then farther beyond the stars. She left the
earth far behind and knew nothing except the sultry heat he was creating
inside her. A magnificent explosion of energy erupted inside Shana and she
screamed so loudly that Justin covered her mouth with his. She was part of
a cosmic oblivion and had no desire to return to reality. She would stay here
with Justin forever.

They curled in the bed together for an nearly an hour. Justin had drifted
off to sleep, making “puff, puff” snoring sounds as Shana lay next to him,
just watching. In slumber, his face had lost all tension. This was the second
time she’d noticed this softness about him. The first was just that afternoon
when he was telling her about his childhood visits to the zoo. The mask
of the powerful billionaire he constantly wore had evaporated and it was replaced by what she believed was his true essence. Shana realized that
whether Justin knew it or not, he was looking to be loved.

Gingerly, she moved a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead.
Touching his temple, she could feel the steady, sure rhythm of his
heartbeat.

“You are so easy to love, Justin. If you’d only let me…”

Shana hadn’t finished her whispered thought, when the sound of the
telephone startled both herself and Justin.

His eyes flew open. “What the…”

He looked up at Shana and smiled. “Sorry,” he said and then slowly
moved across Shana, making certain his forearm brushed her naked breast
as he grabbed the receiver.

Shana heard only a sentence that the female caller said.

Justin sat up instantly. “Not now.”

Two words. Two tiny seemingly non-threatening words brought Shana
back to earth with a crash.

She knew. It was as if every cell in her body was on alert. He was talking
to one of his lovers, and it was some woman who knew Justin well enough
to have his private home number. Some woman he most probably would
be seeing tonight or tomorrow or the next day. Some woman who had been
sent by Shana’s guardian angel to warn her that Justin Yates was and would
always be…a player.

Shana felt her heart slam shut. She felt her blood turn to ice and her
mind cloud with gloom. She’d had her time in the Elysian Fields. Now it
was over. Time to be realistic. Time to think of Shana and her future. Time
to stop playing with fire.

She had to get dressed and extricate herself from Justin and his fabulous
love suite with all the cool ease she could muster. She had to be an actress
and a good one at that. She had to pretend that their lovemaking meant
nothing to her. That it was a lark. Fun. But non-committal. She had to think
with her brain and not her emotions.

She had to be supergirl.

Justin glanced at Shana with just enough guilt in his eyes to confirm
what Shana suspected.

She nodded politely to him, allowed a faint smile to curve her lips and
she began to ease herself out of the bed.

Shana’s heart battled with her mind. Her heart wanted to believe that he
just might have feelings for her, but her brain told her the opposite. Justin
had other lovers. Possessive ones, evidently.

The worst thing she could do at this moment was give him the tiniest
inkling that her heart was breaking. She had to let him think that today,
Toronto, was all in fun. It didn’t mean anything to her.

Now and for the duration of her contract with Lux Hotels, she would
stick to the rules. She would be the job once again and she would find a way
to stop loving Justin.

Justin hung up the phone. “I have a meeting I forgot.”

Shana nodded. “Sure. And I have the roofing contractors in…” she looked
at her watch so as to infuse the lie with sincerity, “…fifteen minutes.”

“Guess we better get a move on,” Justin said playfully slapping her
behind as she rolled off the bed.

“Absolutely,” she said, picking up her clothes and putting them on.

“Call me when you finish your meeting,” he said.

“Why?” Shana had bit the word off too fast and she realized that her
emotions were volatile enough to betray her.

Tucking his shirt into his pants, he replied, “Because I want your
report.”

“Right.”

Justin walked over to her and pulled her to him in one confident move.
“I had a good time today. Did you?”

“Uh huh,” she smiled.
Keep up the acting, Shana. You can do this.

“Good.” His voice was jaunty and light as he released her. He grabbed
his suit jacket and put it on. “I’ve got to rush. You take your time. Bathroom
is in there. I’ll talk to you later.” He kissed her on the forehead and gave her
a quick peck on the mouth and dashed out of the penthouse.

Shana waited till the door was completely shut before she burst into
tears.

I
n the past two weeks, Shana had avoided seeing Justin both professionally
and personally. Scouring Manhattan design centers, discount fabric
stores and mill outlet stores for fabrics for both the Toronto and New York
hotels gave Shana a valid excuse to be away from her office for five days
straight. For five days she had blessedly kept clear of Justin and contacted
him only through her Blackberry or the telephone. Once she had selected
the fabrics, there was the matter of choosing the bedding, towels and pillows
for the New York hotel and the mattresses for Toronto. This process
had added three more days. The selection of the wall sconces and new overhead
light fixtures for New York added another two days. Shana figured
that if she were lucky she might manage another three weeks away from
her office.