Breaking His Rules (12 page)

“Yes.” He smirked at the perturbed glare I directed his way.

And here I’d thought she was half in love with Damon. Well, it turned out she was, only not for the reasons I had imagined. Dragging his lips to mine, I kissed him hard.

I wasn’t usually a tit for tat kind of gal, but he had opened up to me earlier so I confessed in a whisper, “I was so jealous when I saw her hand on your arm.”

The warm glow of happiness in his eyes poured through me, and I basked in it.

“My sister doesn’t like it when I make a big deal about it.” He squeezed my hips. “You saw for yourself. She’s happy playing hostess. But the dueling pianos are her baby. So it pisses her off that I still beat her more times than not.”

“She made you sit at the bar and earn our seats,” I said, still in a semi state of shock.

“My billionaire status doesn’t impress her.” His tone was droll as he rolled his eyes.

It was my turn to howl with laughter. “So you couldn’t have paid her off for a table, even if you wanted to?”

“Nope, afraid not.” He held my face and gazed into my eyes. “You deserved the best Italian beef sandwich for your first time, so it was well worth the effort.”

I kissed him then as I threaded my fingers through his hair. “You amaze me more and more with every passing minute. You’re not like other billionaires of my acquaintance.”

“Because I don’t suck in bed?” he asked with twitching lips.

“Among other things.” I tugged on his hair. “And yet in other ways you’re exactly the same. Your toys. Your confidence. Your bossiness. What am I supposed to make of you?”

“Sounds like you need to get to know me better.” He nuzzled his face between my breasts and began undoing the buttons. “Go out with me again.”

“You’re still my boss.” My voice hitched on the last word as his mouth came in contact with my nipple. “We really shouldn’t. I promised one more night.”

“Nathan Gates is your boss,” he murmured, circling the hard bud with his tongue and drawing a loud moan from me. He glanced up with a sparkle in his eyes. “I’m not even on the payroll.” He picked me up and started walking toward his bedroom.

“You’re very pushy.”

“I know what I want.” He raked his lips over mine with a little growl. “And I’m not afraid to go after it. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Tossing me onto the bed, he straddled my hips and stared at me. His nostrils flared and I was mesmerized by the dark flecks of blue outlining his pupils. “Don’t stereotype me, Samantha. I’m not like the other men in your life. You don’t know me well enough yet. But you will.”

His lips ground against mine and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite. Sucking soon turned into thrusting as his tongue fucked my mouth thoroughly. With a light touch, his hand massaged down my belly, raising goosebumps along the way. I was a melty pool of desire before he’d even gone south of the border.

He dipped his tongue into my ear and I squirmed away with a giggle. With a laugh, he threaded his fingers through mine, holding my hands high above my head. “Put your boots on, angel, and then come ride my cock. It’s time to collect my reward.”

As I shed his shirt, he discarded his boxers without ceremony. He sat patiently in the center of the king-sized mattress with his back propped up against the leather padded headboard, palming his cock while his hungry gaze followed my every move. I took my time pulling on the boots so I could enjoy the way he stroked his dick in a long and controlled rhythm. My pussy ached with need for him.

I crawled cat-like onto the bed with my gaze fixated on his cock. When I reached my prize, I flicked my tongue on the head as he continued to stroke. My lips curled over the tip and I licked. His breathing was uneven and coming in short rasps.

“Turn around,” he whispered as he ripped open a condom and rolled it on. “I want to see your ass while your pussy sucks my dick dry.”

Carefully straddling his legs so my heels didn’t scrape his chest, I lowered myself onto his cock and braced my hands against his knees while I pumped up and down. His hands splayed across my bottom, massaging and pinching the round edges. I peered at him over my shoulder. His eyes were glued to my ass and the motion picture in action. He was hypnotic in his intensity. Watching him begin to lose control and knowing that I brought him to the brink was a fucking high. I held on tight and rode his shaft hard, slapping up and down against his thighs until he held me down by the hips and growled out his release.

He pulled me against his chest and kissed my neck, his breath coming out in hard pants while his fingers tweaked my nipples into tight little buds. “You have a delicious derriere.” I pressed my tits forward, reveling in the sensations his talented fingers drew from me. He ground his cock deeper and I moaned. How the hell was he so hard still?

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, nibbling at my earlobe. “Lie on your back and spread those legs wide for me. You know how I want it.”

I straightened and lifted one leg over his body as he eased himself off the bed to toss the used condom in the trash. My head rested on one fluffy pillow. I positioned my body the way he asked with my legs wide and the heels of my boots digging into the mattress so that my knees were slightly bent. Little tremors of excitement rippled up my thighs when he crouched at the end of the bed. He stared at my pussy and licked his lips before catching my gaze.

“Good girl, baby.”

His advance was slow and cunning, showcasing every ripple of the muscles in his shoulders and arms. I could barely focus on anything else. His husky chuckle drew my eyes to his and I melted inside from the sexy smile tugging on his lips. My clit was pulsing hard and begging for the first thrust of his tongue long before he even made it to my knees. He lowered himself onto his stomach and wrapped his arms under my legs. His hands curled around the sides of my body and caught my boobs in a firm grip as he buried his face in my pussy and ate like a man half starved.

Oh, thank heaven!

He thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt with rapid succession until I writhed beneath him and begged for his tongue on my clit. He gave me what I wanted, flicking hard and fast until I was on the edge. Then he pulled back and softened his touch, licking my sensitive bud over and over with lazy strokes until I purred, drawing a satisfied chuckle from him.

I clasped my hands over his, squeezing them over my tits until he pinched my nipples hard—setting off a chain reaction as my body exploded in white hot claps of thunder and lightning. Damon rode the storm with his mouth firmly clasped on my throbbing clit, licking and sucking until every last wave of pleasure rolled over me.

He inched his way up my body, placing soft kisses everywhere until he reached my mouth. We kissed deep and long as he rolled onto his side, taking me with him. His leg hooked over mine in a possessive hold as he rubbed his hand over my ass, still kissing me.

“How was that, kitty?” He teased, smiling against my lips.

I giggled and snuggled my head on his chest. “Remind me to wear the boots on our next date.”

“How about Monday?” he asked. “I leave town tomorrow on business for an important meeting, but I’ll be back by Sunday evening.”

His innocent words sent me into a tailspin. I stilled and concentrated on the steady beating of his heart. My stomach felt queasy and I rolled away from him to conceal the quaking trembles taking over me. It had been a long time since that weekend meeting with Giovanni and his business partners. Yet the paralyzing anxiety triggered by the memory felt as fresh as if it had been only yesterday. I didn’t want to think about it.

“Have a safe trip,” I whispered.

He leaned up on one elbow and smiled at me lazily, completely oblivious to the state of my unease. “Aren’t you curious to know where I’m going?”

Not even the tiniest bit. “It’s none of my business, Damon. We barely know each other.”

“Why do I have the impression you don’t want to know me better?” he asked with irritation lacing his words. “Can’t you even look at me?”

I turned to my side and returned his stare.
Damon is not Giovanni.
But Damon was every bit as powerful and successful.

“Every other woman I fuck is all up in my business within hours of meeting me. I usually find it annoying. For the first time in my life I’d welcome it, and you don’t give a shit. Why not?” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I thought we had a really great time tonight, Samantha. Talk to me.”

His frustration was so honest and tugged at my heart. I wanted to believe Damon was different. But a few hours spent in his company wasn’t enough for a final verdict.

“I’ve been burned in the past by men like you,” I said in all honesty. The hurt expression clouding his face was almost too much to bear. I didn’t want to throw him into the same bucket as Giovanni. But in order to achieve the level of success he had, Damon must have a ruthless side as well. “When I told you Giovanni wanted me to fuck his business partners, I didn’t tell you the whole story because…” Unbidden tears sprang to my eyes and I blinked them back. “It’s painful. I want to believe in you, Damon, and you deserve to understand why I have reservations.”

He rubbed his thumb against my cheek and nodded. “I’m listening.”

“We were visiting New York City for the weekend and staying in a hotel off Times Square. Giovanni told me he had to conduct a short business meeting in our penthouse suite before we could go out for the evening. I thought nothing of it. He mixed work with pleasure regularly—taking calls and such.” I swallowed and laid on my back again, unable to meet Damon’s eyes. “Let’s just say that Giovanni’s business associates liked what they saw as I mixed them a drink. They made a real-time offer to close the deal in exchange for an hour with me in the bedroom. And Giovanni accepted on my behalf.” I sat up then and blew out a deep breath as my hands began to tremble. “He wasn’t interested in my opinion and pulled me aside to remind me how dependent my father’s worldwide hotels and restaurants were on the De Carlo liquor distribution chain. The message was clear; if I didn’t play along then there would be trouble for my family. Apparently, it was a very important contract.” My heart started racing again, like it had that night, and I couldn’t control the quiver in my voice. “I struggled as they forced me toward the bedroom, but they only laughed and said it heightened the excitement.”

“Samantha—” Damon’s voice went hoarse and faltered.

“Let me finish,” I said, determined to get it over with. “My guardian angel was with me that night because, before we made it to the bedroom, my brother arrived on an unexpected visit. I’d texted him earlier that we were in the city and asked if he wanted to have drinks. He had declined, but then his plans fell through and he decided to surprise me.”

Damon threaded his fingers through mine and squeezed. “Thank God for that. Your brother must’ve blown a fucking gasket. I’d have buried the motherfucker who did that to my sister.”

My head snapped up. “Mason doesn’t know. He can never know. Giovanni is ruthless. He’ll destroy Mason’s new business venture. I can’t have that on my conscience. Please promise you won’t say anything.”

His lips pressed into a hard line as he held the bridge of his nose. “What about your father?”

“Oh, he knows all right,” I said with a bitter laugh. “He disowned me for breaking off the engagement. A good wife does what her husband asks. Period. Maybe Giovanni got to my father first and threatened him. I don’t know. He believed I’d come running back in short order without his support. I’m welcome back under one condition.”

“If you give Giovanni another chance?” Damon asked.

I nodded. “Mason knows my falling out with our father has something to do with Giovanni but, so far, he has accepted my wishes to stay out of it.”

Damon grasped my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his. “You have to believe me when I say I would never treat you like my property, Samantha. I would never hurt you.”

“I want to believe you, but you have to give me time.”

He rolled on top of me and kissed my neck leisurely before whispering in my ear. “You can have all the time in the world if you’ll give us a chance, angel.” He trailed kisses over my cheek, across my lips and to my other ear. “I’ll take you to heaven and back if you’ll let me.”

Let It Rayne

S
unday finally arrived
and, no matter how I tried, I couldn’t wipe the silly grin from my face as I approached the entrance of Midnight Blue. Damon was flying home today, and I was betting he’d make an appearance at the nightclub. Maybe it was the text I’d sent him with a picture of my most recent purchase. The memory of his response warmed my insides.

Samantha:
I’ll be thinking of you at work tonight while I wear these new undies.

Damon:
You’re ruthless. Can’t concentrate on my meeting…

Samantha:
Regret giving me your number?

Damon:
Never. Going to make you purr again. Later, angel.

I breezed through the doorway to the employee locker room but came to a sudden halt in front of a shiny new “suggestion box” hanging on the wall. And here I’d thought Damon was teasing me over dinner. Perhaps he wasn’t an incurable control freak after all?

“Can you believe it?” Eric asked, shaking his head as he buttoned a black satin shirt. “Six years without a single person asking my opinion at this place. Wonder what brought about the change?”

One of the waitresses strolled over to the box. She ripped a suggestion sheet off the pad and began writing. “Sounds like an idea from human resources. Who cares? I’m putting in my two cents.”

I rolled my eyes and headed straight to the closet to grab a black wrap-around dress. “Why bother? It’s not like the CF owner is going to implement any of the suggestions.”

Inside I was high-fiving myself, because that had sounded convincing. The last thing I wanted was for Eric or any of my coworkers to find out about my budding relationship with Mr. Baxter. It might never go beyond a couple of dates, so what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.