The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage) (22 page)

Leaning down, he laid his cheek against her shoulder and slid his hands along her arms to entwine his fingers with hers. Ever so slowly, he drew back, an agonizing withdrawal that made her quiver and squeeze his hands. He pushed back inside just as slowly, driving back as deeply as before. Again. She twisted beneath him, arching and pushing back against him to try and get him to go faster.

“You feel so good,” she groaned. “So big. You’re hitting me deeper than anyone ever has. Such a big, thick dick, Donovan. I want to feel it pumping in and out of me, hard and fast and long.”

“Not fair,” he ground out.

She let out a ragged laugh. “Everything’s fair when I’m trying to get lover boy to turn into sexy beast. Where’s your roar and growl?”

He couldn’t resist letting out a rough growl against her ear. “Like this?”

“Harder. Try to pound me through the floor.”

Again, he couldn’t refuse to give her what she wanted. The thud of flesh, the desperate edge of her voice, the tight, hot grip of her body. He couldn’t hold back. Even if it meant he roared before she finally gave him the scream of release he’d been trying to earn.

Collapsing beside her, he gathered her in his arms. She snuggled into him with a pleased little sigh and promptly went to sleep. Tenderly, he pushed her tumbled hair back off her face and used the blanket to wipe the chocolate off her chin.
Another time, I’m going to make slow, sweet love to you, Lilly Harrison.

Chapter Fifteen

Tired but pleased with a very productive day, Lilly walked into Morgan Industries at 5:05 p.m. Gathering her perky pink Coach bag from her desk, Miss Wruthers jumped to attention. “Miss Harrison.”

Her tone said,
What the hell are you doing here?
“Miss Wruthers, please, just call me Lilly.”

The other woman sniffed and didn’t make the same offer in exchange. Her perfectly plucked brows arched as she took in Lilly’s casual attire. Yeah, maybe the “Bite me, I love it” T-shirt wasn’t the best choice to wear into an office setting, but she’d been too pleased with her day’s work to go home and change.

“I take it you accepted Mr. Morgan’s commission for the windows?”

“I did.” Lilly smiled and tightened her grip on the portfolio. She already had some preliminary sketches to show him. “It’s a big project, but I’m excited about what we’re going to be able to do. It’ll definitely make an impression on people as they pass through to the light-rail station.”

“Let’s just hope it’s the
right
impression.” Miss Wruthers smiled back but it was all teeth and nothing friendly. “He might have gotten you at a bargain discount price but let’s hope the windows don’t end up looking like a cheap reproduction.”

Oh so that’s how it is.
Lilly inwardly sighed but didn’t let her face betray any emotion. Evidently Miss Wruthers had decided she was competition. Though how she thought Donovan would go for a woman like her, she had no idea. The shy, breathy secretary she’d met the first day had just been a calculated act. One that was totally off base if the woman was trying to snare his attention. Evidently Lilly didn’t warrant the full-blown act. “I personally guarantee it won’t look like a cheap reproduction. But I’m leaning toward something chapel-ish. Or maybe medieval. I think he’d love something along those lines, don’t you?”

Miss Wruthers rummaged in her purse and pulled out a lipstick. Ignoring Lilly, she lovingly coated her lips a delicate pink that matched her suit perfectly. Actually, her suit looked extremely nice. Along with a Coach bag. Her heels were also a very nice cream and pink slingback in a classic style. It just screamed snooty grand old family. Would a woman like her really be happy working as a secretary? Even for a rich man like Donovan?

“I’m sorry,
Lilly
, but I can’t quite imagine a woman like you pulling off anything chapel-ish.”

She didn’t even try to hold back the laugh. “Oh, Miss Wruthers, you have no idea.”

“Why are you here anyway?” Miss Wruthers glared at her over her mirror. “He’s not expecting you. If you must see him, I’ll have to check his calendar. He might have five minutes Thursday or Friday to squeeze you in.”

“On the contrary, Miss Wruthers.” At his voice, Miss Wruthers jumped like someone had goosed her and hastily shoved the lipstick into her bag. Mr. Morgan cocked his hip against the doorway. “You’re late, Miss Harrison.”

Every inch the sumptuous wealthy businessman, Donovan took Lilly’s breath away. There was just something about a man in a gorgeous suit.
Especially when I’ve eaten cherry pie off his cock and he’s eaten chocolate pie off my pussy.
“Traffic was heavy.”

His eyes narrowed, his lips thin with disapproval. “You know how I feel about you driving.”

“I know,” she said brightly. Thanks to him, her car had been waiting for her in her driveway, freshly washed and serviced. With so many new stickers all over the windshield he must have had everything inside serviced down to the tires he’d been so critical of. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“Do you need anything else, Mr. Morgan?” Miss Wruthers asked in a futile effort to get his attention back on her.

He didn’t even look at her, but kept those dark eyes locked on Lilly. “Did you arrange for the driver tomorrow?”

“Of course, sir. He’ll arrive at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Make it ten. Miss Harrison isn’t a morning person.”

Miss Wruthers’s lips tightened, making her mouth look like a shriveled-up prune. “Shall he pick her up at her home? In Oakdale, isn’t it?”

“No,” Donovan said without elaborating. “Have him make himself available here.”

Because I’ll be sleeping in Mr. Morgan’s bed. Again.
Lilly had to smother a chuckle at the strangled look on the secretary’s face. She definitely had designs on her boss.
Had
being the operative word.

“All right,” Miss Wruthers replied stiffly. “Good night, Mr. Morgan.”

If the woman had at least tried to be polite—for instance, if she’d simply said goodnight to her too—Lilly wouldn’t have felt the need to poke at her. “Pencil me in every evening at five this week, Miss Wruthers. I have several things I need to discuss with Mr. Morgan. Important things.”
Like collars, stained glass designs and what Dmitri is offering for dessert tonight.

Naturally the woman didn’t acknowledge her request until Mr. Morgan confirmed it. “An excellent idea which will ensure I’m done with work on time each day.”

“As you wish, Mr. Morgan.” Miss Wruthers turned back at the elevator and gave him a hesitant smile. But he still wouldn’t look in her direction. In fact, he’d crossed his arms and glowered at Lilly. With one last glare in her direction, Miss Wruthers stepped on the elevator and headed home.

“Did you drive?”

“No.”

“The bus?”

She smiled. “Nope.”

He let his arms fall and stepped away from the door. “Let me shut down my computer and then I’d like to show you a possible warehouse site you can use for production.”

“As long as we eat soon.”

He sat down behind his desk and started putting things away until the glossy top was bare. “Do you want to go to Dmitri’s? Or may I take you somewhere new?”

“As long as I don’t have to change my clothes, I don’t care. I’m starving. Do you want to see what I’ve got so far here? Or wait?”

“If you’re hungry, let’s wait. We can even go to the warehouse afterward since I already own it.”

She frowned. “You already owned it—before you knew I needed space? Or you bought it today?”

“Not today.”

Leaning down to brace her hand on the desk, she narrowed a glare on him. “But…?”

He smiled. “I bought it Friday. You need the space and it’s a good investment.”

“One.”

He planted his hands on the desk and stood, leading in toward her. “Why are you so hungry?”

“Because I fucking forgot to eat lunch.”

“Two. Three for failing to take care of yourself.”

“That wasn’t part of our bargain.”

“It is now.”

She held his gaze, letting her energy build to a fevered pitch, until he finally gave her what she was waiting for.

“Mistress. I want only to make sure you’re taken care of.”

She leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Is that your job, lover boy?”

“If you’ll let me.”

She leaned back just enough to see his eyes. “Remember when I called you today? What did I ask you?”

He swallowed. “My neck measurement.”

“I didn’t buy you a shirt.” She turned and headed for the door, pausing to look back at him. “Are you ready?”

His nostrils flared with each breath and his eyes blazed with emotion. Breathing deeply, it took him a moment to follow, likely because he was trying to bring his body back under control. Gathering his briefcase, he paused long enough to jerk at the neck of his shirt to loosen the pressure on his throat. “I have a question.”

“Yes?”

He strode toward her, all lithe power like a predator on the hunt. It made her nipples pebble against her T-shirt. “What can I do to make you curse more short of taking you shopping?”

Chuckling, she let him take her arm as he preferred and waited for the elevator. “You don’t want to take me shopping?”

“I don’t want to waste the time on shopping
tonight
. Any other day, I’ll absolutely drop everything to take you shopping for whatever you want.”

“Oh, I don’t know, lover boy. I’m feeling very ashamed of my loose tongue tonight. I don’t think I’ll curse again for quite some time.”

As soon as the elevator door opened, he lifted her up and had her pressed against the inside wall, high enough she could look into his eyes. “I’ll show you a loose tongue.”

She draped her arms around his neck. “Later. Talk food to me.”

He pressed her harder against the wall, working his knee up between her legs so she was riding his thigh. “Make me.”

“I’m fucking starving so fucking tell me where we’re going.”

He grinned and let her drop down to the floor. “Five. And we’re going to my favorite place for a change.”

“I hope my clothes won’t offend anyone.”

“Not at all.” He didn’t elaborate, which she chose to allow, simply because she relished the surprise. Where would posh Mr. Morgan take her to eat tonight in jeans and a risqué T-shirt?

Driving down Payne Avenue was like backing up thirty years. He turned onto his old street and parked in front of the older two-story house he’d grown up in. Two large maples anchored either side of the front porch, and more large pines towered over the house in the back yard. Roses tumbled around the front and down the side of the house, all lovingly planted by his mother. Wild and overgrown, they were a gorgeous splash of color against the craftsman-style home. He didn’t have to roll down the window to remember those heirloom roses he’d given her every birthday and Mother’s Day would smell incredible.

“Surely this isn’t where we’re eating,” Lilly said slowly.

“No, but I can’t come to this neighborhood without stopping by to say hello.”

Her eyes widened. “We’re here to see someone?”

“No. Just a bunch of old memories.” He smiled but he knew it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “This is where I grew up. Until Mom passed away.”

Lilly threaded her fingers through his. “Does anyone live here? I mean, do you want to go inside, or does it make you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all, I love this old place. I bought it as soon as I could afford it twenty years ago. I even lived in it for a while. It was nice, actually. I felt closer to her, more connected to my roots and where I came from. Ricky lived next door and we were inseparable. We played ball in the street and rode our bikes all over the neighborhood, though we weren’t supposed to go all the way down to Payne. When we got older, we’d often sneak down to the bakery. Even then, Ricky knew his food. The most delicious crème donuts you’ve ever had.” Her stomach growled, making him laugh. “We can come back for a tour some other time. Let me show you where Ricky and I both got our first jobs.”

He drove back down Payne, turned onto Minnehaha and down a block to reach the little corner diner he’d practically lived at. “We started as dishwashers, cleaning the nastiest, filthiest monster pots you’ve ever seen. Later, I escaped to my aunt’s house and then started working on Dad’s boat, but Ricky stayed in the kitchen and eventually took over on the grill. He never left food after that.”

“For which my stomach is still thanking him after such an incredible weekend. Hank is happy too. He got a two-hour walk this morning.”

Waiting at the light before pulling into the parking lot at Gus’s Family Diner, he shot a quick look at her face to gauge her reaction. He’d never been with a woman who enjoyed to eat and didn’t claim to be on a diet every time the dessert tray came by. But if she wasn’t happy…
I’ll tell Ricardo to come up with something delectable with fruit and less sugar. Less cream.

Oh hell no.

She winked at him. “Maybe you can help me out with a really hard, sweaty, rough workout tonight. Then I can justify having a nice big juicy hamburger and fries for dinner.”