Bedding The Billionaire (7 page)

And not just for the camera either, she realized. For
herself. She'd enjoyed their encounter the night before
—
she hadn't
been able to think of anything else all day. It had put a serious dent in her
job hunting when she'd fumbled through an interview with a legal firm. The
image of Damien in all his naked glory caused her to stumble over her words and
appear a complete idiot.

But now she wasn't just thinking about last night
either, she was also thinking about tonight.

It had been her idea to have dinner first. Lucy had
expected her to just go straight up to his hotel again and take it from there,
but Abbey wanted to see Damien before they got down to business. She needed to
know more about the man she'd slept with. Call her old fashioned
—
and
Lucy had
—
but she liked to at least have one normal conversation
with the men she took to bed. This time, the conversation had waited till
later, but it had still been necessary as far as Abbey was concerned.

Besides, she couldn't wait until ten o'clock. She
thought that the sooner she saw him, the sooner the agony of waiting would be
over. But it wasn't. The agony was still there, even now as she tried to keep
pace with his quick, long stride down Collins Street to the hotel.

That's why she'd put her foot to the bulge in his
trousers
—
the agony had become too much. That was the only way she
could explain her behavior tonight. She'd never done anything so daring, so
brazen, in her life. She wondered what would have happened if Tarken hadn't
shown up. Could she have made Damien go all the way?

The thought sent a sudden surge of power through her
that instantly dampened her. She couldn't wait to get upstairs.

The doorman nodded to Damien as he tugged her gently
but firmly alongside him. He definitely seemed eager to get to his room. Abbey
smiled to herself. Good. It was ten o'clock, and Lucy would be ready with the
camera.

Damien fumbled the key in the keyhole. Taking a deep
breath, he suddenly turned and kissed her roughly. His breathing came in ragged
gasps.

"Abbey," he said, looking at her. His eyes
were dark and hooded. His hand flew around her waist and he pulled her to him. She
could feel the bulge in his pants and she deliberately rubbed herself against
it as she kissed him full on the lips. He kissed her back, urgently, before
drawing himself away.

"I apologize in advance," he whispered
hoarsely.

"Apologize? What for
—
?"

Damien had the door open and was tugging her through
after him, roughly. Suddenly she knew. And liked it. Wanted it.

The door slammed shut and he pushed her back against
it. He kissed her and she clawed at his shirt, popping two buttons as she tore
if off him, revealing his bare chest. She sunk her teeth into a nipple and he
growled, throwing his head back.

Damien's hands roamed across her thighs, pushing her
skirt up and over her hips. His long fingers went behind her and cupped her
buttocks. He massaged the flesh and plucked at the thong as his mouth sank into
her throat. He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him,
her back still against the door.

Abbey gasped when he kissed her nipples through her
bra. He'd managed to get her top over her breasts, and she felt a hand reach up
and unhook her bra. It fell away and he suckled the flesh, licking at the ripe
buds, nibbling until they were raw and ready.

She fumbled with his trousers and finally unzipped the
fly. She reached in and grabbed his erection, releasing it from its tight
prison. He gasped, then his sucking became urgent as she wrapped her fingers
around the hard shaft. His entire body quivered.

Damien seemed to lose control then. He tore at her
panties, ripping the thong in two and throwing the pieces to the floor. He
pressed her into the door as she guided him into her sleek wetness.

He felt thick and hot as he slammed into her, deep,
filling her. His thrusts were urgent, almost desperate, as he hammered her to
the door. Abbey bit back a cry as she rode him until the familiar tingling
waves engulfed her, sending her body into spasms. Then Damien shuddered beneath
her thighs and let out a long, low groan as he threw his head back and spurted
into her.

They stood like that for a long moment
—
Abbey
against the door, her legs around Damien's waist. His head was buried in the
hair at her shoulder. She could feel his hot breath, hear it change from heavy
and rough to controlled. Slowly, he pulled away and let her down gently.

"Sorry," he mumbled, suddenly coloring. "I
should've had more restraint. I don't usually
—
"

Abbey, still trying to catch her breath, placed a
finger to his lips. "Shhh. Don't apologize. It was fantastic. I like it
when you lose control like that."

He turned away. "I don't. It's not
dignified."

She laughed. "Neither is having sex with a
virtual stranger." She caught Damien's face in hers and forced him to look
at her. "Just enjoy it, as Lucy would say."

"Who's Lucy?"

Abbey plucked at Damien's lips with her own. "A
friend." She nibbled his mouth, tasting, sucking, then, as his hands came
up to catch her face, she delved and let her tongue go where it wanted to go. He
kissed her back, hard and heavy. He felt good. Damn good.

"Ready for round two?" she whispered against
his lips.

Damien smiled. "You're game."

She had to be, Abbey thought. There was a wall between
them and the lounge room. There's no way Lucy would have caught any of that on
film. Just as well. She didn't particularly want her best friend watching her
in the act. Besides, gentle, sensuous lovemaking after that hard and fast
effort was just what she needed. And wanted.

Damien picked her up and carried her into the lounge. He
placed her on the couch and she sat up, kissing him. They were both still more
or less clothed although disheveled. Abbey reached up and removed his shirt,
sighing as she took in his masculinity. He had the body of an Adonis
—
hard,
lean and muscular in all the right places.

"You must work out," she said, tracing a
finger along the muscles of chest and shoulder.

"Sometimes," he said through kisses. He sat
back on the couch and lifted her top. Her bra had already come off, so her
breasts spilled out. He took one in his mouth. Then stopped.

"Oh Hell," he said.

"What's the matter?"

"We didn't use a condom."

"I've taken precaution, so you don't have to
worry about that."

He nodded. "I don't know if it helps, but I'm
clean."

She nodded. "So am I."

That seemed to be enough for him. He returned to his
task of suckling, the issue already forgotten.

Abbey glanced at the window. The curtains were open. Lucy
would be able to see everything. But suddenly it didn't matter. Lucy had seen
her breasts before at the gym although not with a man on the end of them. And
no one else was going to see the photos except for Damien's wife.

His wife.

A faceless woman floated through Abbey's thoughts and
she closed her eyes. She clenched hard as something tore at her gut. This
wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to feel guilty.

Suddenly she felt like she was being smothered. As if
something was pressing on her chest and stopping her from breathing.

"Wait," she said, pushing Damien away. "We
can't. I can't."

He blinked at her. "No, you have to," he
said thickly. "I have to. Abbey, I need you
—
" He stopped
and looked down, drawing in a deep breath. He ran a hand through his already
messy hair and sat back. She could tell he was struggling with his inner
turmoil, desperately trying to regain his composure.

"If you don't want to, I understand."

It didn't sound like it, Abbey thought. Nor did it
look like it
—
his cock protruded from his shorts, thick and
throbbing. Ready. Abbey swallowed. She wanted him inside her again. Very much. Lucy's
voice crept into her brain: "His marriage is already over or she wouldn't
have come to us. Just go in there and enjoy some unbridled sex for once in your
life. It doesn't mean anything. Not to him, not to you and not to his wife. Got
it?"

Abbey had nodded then and she nodded now.

"Yes. I do want to."

She pulled Damien to her and kissed him. Her hands
descended to his trousers and she tugged them down, then his shorts, so she
could gaze at him unhindered. His florid erection was beating strongly in
anticipation.

She touched it and he drew away, just out of her
reach.

"Not yet," he rasped.

She looked into his eyes and felt something pass
between them. Something that simmered in the heat. Something intense.

He tenderly stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and
reveled in his soft, sure touch. The movement was so delicate, so sweet. Almost
loving.

Damien lifted Abbey off the couch, unzipped her skirt
and pulled it down over her legs and ankles. He sat back on his haunches beside
the couch and let out a sigh as he gazed at her body.

"You're fabulous, Abbey." He stroked her
calf, her thigh, brushed her moist lips with a teasing finger. "So
beautiful," he whispered.

Abbey's breathing turned heavy as that hand delicately
explored, teased. A few more strokes and she would be lost in delicious
torment, begging him to take her.

But Damien stopped.

"I want you to turn away from me Abbey." His
voice was low, intense and oh-so sensual.

She obeyed. Something inside her wanted to do
everything he asked her to do. For some reason she couldn't fathom, she trusted
him. Trusted that he was going to give her an experience she would not forget.

She sat on the couch, facing the armrest. She felt the
couch behind her move under his weight as he sat down.

"Now get on your knees." She did as she was
told, eager anticipation heating her. "And open your legs. Good. Now move
back so you're sitting on my lap."

Abbey wiggled backwards until she felt Damien's knees.
He was kneeling too, his legs together. She settled herself on his thighs, her
legs on either side of his. His erection rose up between her back and his
stomach. It pulsed quietly, the movement sending a shudder of anticipation
through her.

His left arm snaked around her, pinning her arm to her
side. He touched her right breast, cupping its weight in his hand, massaging,
up and around, until it was erect. A spasm shot from her breast to her inner
thighs. Abbey sighed deeply and relaxed into him.

"Good," he murmured. His other hand came
round her right side and lightly played along her thigh, moving inwards slowly.
The sensation sent her skin tingling under his touch.

His fingers gently parted her and caught the sensitive
little knob. He tugged and she moaned. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder
and he kissed her exposed neck lightly.

With excruciating slowness, he rubbed her sensitive
spot, up and down, and she fought back the urge to cry out, to let the orgasm
come.

"You're so wet, Abbey," he whispered into
her ear. "Do you want me?"

She drew in a deep ragged breath and let it out
slowly, trying to calm herself. "Yes," she muttered in a voice not
her own. The sensations were beginning to swamp her, and no amount of deep
breathing could stop her mounting climax.

Then he stopped. What the Hell for? She moaned in
desperation.

"Do you want me Abbey?" he whispered again. She
let out a small cry of protest at the tease, nodded quickly and wiggled against
his hand. He moved it just out of her reach. "Good. Because I want you. Badly."

Abbey whimpered. Every pore of her body screamed for
those fingers, wanted them to penetrate her, rub her. "Now. Oh, please,
now."

Just as she thought she couldn't stand it any longer,
the hand cupped her. Then one long finger entered her, withdrew, and entered again.
His palm rubbed against her pulsing little nub. Picking up speed, he repeated
the motion until the waves finally engulfed her, offering amazing relief as she
rocked in time to his hand, arching her back, thrusting her breasts forwards as
his left hand squeezed a tender nipple.

Nick waited until Abbey's shuddering ceased. He kissed
her neck while he waited, breathing in her heady scent. She was incredible, the
way she moved, the way she responded with complete abandon, utter trust and raw
emotion.

He waited until he could wait no more. The movement of
her back against his erection had sent his pulse rate rising and he was almost
ready to explode between them.

"Abbey," he whispered, "oh,
Abbey." He couldn't stop saying her name. He loved the way it sounded. He
loved the way her skin formed little bumps every time he said it.

"Damien
—
"

He placed a finger over her lips. "Don't say my
name," he said huskily. "Please don't say it."