Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1) (15 page)

“We can't, we really can't!”

“I'm not letting you talk me out of this. Not when I can smell how turned on you are from here.” His thumb rubbed along my slit, fondling my pussy up and down. Any chance I had of denying him the truth—that he was ruining the panties we hadn't bought yet—faded under my own soft moans.

“Excuse me!” The heavy thudding of an angry fist assaulted the door. “I can hear you two in there!” Donna shouted. “Stop that this instant, or I'm calling security!”

Silver pulled away from me. I was cold from panic, but he was smiling like this was a game. Everything was, to him. “Stay here,” he said. Digging into his jacket, he slid out his wallet and thumbed through the cash.

He was carrying several thousand fucking dollars.

Turning, he unlocked the stall. I glimpsed Donna, her face furiously beet red. I was sure that she thought the worst of me. Every claim I'd made earlier about how Silver and I weren't playing at being master and slave had been snuffed out.

“Sir,” she started to say.

Silver cut her off, his hand fanning out some bills. “Take this and leave us alone.”

Her eyes bugged out, dancing between the money and his grin. “I—what?”

“And this,” he went on, sliding another thick stack her way. “Is for the lingerie. We'll be taking everything.”

Donna had gone silent, but her hungry stare said plenty. Taking the money, she shot me one quick look...

And then she shut the door for us.

Silver spun, the centers of his eyes glowing. “Now, where were we?”

Pulling his pants down slightly, he shoved me back on the wall. His arms tangled around me, my hair blinding me. Some got in my mouth when I kissed him, but neither of us cared.

“Feel me,” he demanded, guiding my palm between us. The heat of his straining cock through his underwear was maddening. He controlled me, grinding my skin against him.

“Are we really doing this?” I asked softly. I was distracted by how good his length felt in my hand.

Spinning me, he grabbed my hair and bent my chest into the wall. I wouldn't have moved, but his palm came down—crispy spanking my ass. “Hey!” I gasped, trying to face him. He held tighter, slapping my other cheek.

“I want the store to hear you,” he said, brushing his suddenly exposed cock over my lower back. “Make some noise, Pet. Let them know how good you're getting fucked.”

Biting my own wrist, I shook my head. My body was furiously turned on, but emotionally, I wasn't ready to tell that to the world.

The sound of paper ripping announced the condom. The new panties were guided down, still hugging around my hips. Slick from my juice, he rubbed his dick between my ass cheeks. I tensed up, peering back at him. “Not there.”

“No?” he asked, grinning.

“I can't. I haven't... and not like this.”

“Relax.” Licking his thumb lewdly, he brought it near my asshole. When I jumped, his eyes got sharper. “I love when you squirm. I'm not going to fuck your ass, Pet. Not now, anyway.”

Squeezing my hips, he hooked my panties and moved them aside. With the fabric cutting into both of us, he fed his cock into me. Groaning, I forgot where we were. I was too hungry for release, a slave to my own passion.

This bastard was right.

He could control me.

Silver fucked me with full, hard strokes. There was no patience. I had the feeling that he'd been lusting for me since we'd first had sex. He'd had a taste, and being forced to wait for more had cracked some of his stoniness.

“Yes,” he growled, hunching over me. “Fuck, yes. Drive your pussy back onto me. Do it!”

I obeyed, already gyrating helplessly.

A wave made of butter and trembles skipped down to my clit. My muscles clenched, making his every movement delicious. I was coming before I sensed it, caught off guard and openly whimpering.

It must have set him off; he clung to me, hammering into my twitching pussy. I thought, when his release tipped over, that he sighed in content. But that was a noise too soft for a man like him.

I must have imagined it.

Sliding backwards, he traced his fingers through my hair. “I missed you.”

Stunned, I remained where I was against the wall. He turned away, zipping his pants, effectively stopping me from responding.

I missed you, too,
was my unsaid answer.

Gathering up the lingerie, he smiled at me over his shoulder. “Let's get out of here before they call security on us.”

“But you paid that woman to leave us alone.”

“Money doesn't guarantee people will act as you expect.”

Unsure what he was talking about, I changed into my old clothes, grabbed up the ones we'd soiled, and followed him out of the stall.

Everyone in the store looked at me when I appeared. They'd heard everything.

I kept my head down all the way until we got in his car.

****

“L
isten,” I said, staring out the window at the world as it rolled by. “Back there, the woman at the store... she called you a Dom. Was she right?”

Silver was quiet for so long that I gave in and glanced at him. He was facing the road, focused—thoughtful. “No,” he said, stretching the word out. “I'm not.”

Shifting, I faced him fully. “Then what is all this? Calling me your pet and stuff.”

The centers of his dark eyes flicked at me, then away. “It's just how I feel.”

Pursing my lips, I willed him to explain further. He didn't. “You
feel
like I'm your pet? That makes no sense.”

His smile was absent. “I guess so.”

“That's all you have to say?”

“What more is there?”

Sinking into my seat, I breathed in sharply. “Any kind of explanation would do.”

He went quiet again. Tapping my knee in frustration, I opened my mouth, but he spoke first. “I don't think it's possible to explain how I feel. Some things don't work like that. If they did—” It was like he caught himself, his teeth cutting together to end his thoughts.

I'd been so fixated on him that I didn't notice our surroundings. Not until he started to slow down around a curve. We'd pulled into a wide open field. I could see everything for miles, so the planes were easy to spot.

“This is...” Blinking, I swung around to press my hands on my window. “An airport?”

“A private airfield.”

His car rolled to a halt in the middle of the concrete. In front of us waited a small jet, the wings shining gold and red in spite of the cloud cover. He turned the engine off, and I felt him staring at me.

I said, “That's yours, isn't it?”

“Of course.”

Sitting back, I looked over my shoulder at him. His expression was neutral. “Silver, why are we here?”

He didn't smile, but I kept expecting him too. “I need some sun, and there's no better place for sun in February than LA.”

My mouth fell open. “You want to fly to Los Angeles?” My brain tickled with understanding. “You want both of us to go, don't you?”

“It'd be good to get away, just for the weekend.”

My eyes spun back to the jet in wonder. “I thought you said we were going to spend the
afternoon
together?”

“You don't want to go?” His voice was full of that soft, velvet quality unique to him.

I couldn't stop staring at the jet. It was as foreign to me as a damn unicorn. It had been years since I'd flown.

Since I'd left this city.

I whispered, “I always wanted to visit LA.”

“Why didn't you?”

There was a level of seriousness in how he asked that. I was tempted to tell him the truth; that I'd been fucked up by a traumatic event that had thrown my whole life out of orbit.

I didn't have the heart to ruin the moment.

Flicking my fingers, I erased his question. “Things just got in the way.”
What's in the way now?

“What are you doing?” he asked, seeing me pull out my phone.

My thumb moved over the keys. I was acting fast, trying to keep ahead of my nerves so they wouldn't stop me in my tracks. “I'm letting my mom know I'll be in LA for the weekend. Where are we going to be staying?”

He grinned slyly. “You're telling your mom where you'll be? Are you worried I'll do something to you out there?”

Sending the text, I gave him a pointed look. “Exactly. The address, please.”

Suddenly, my phone vibrated. My mother was calling me. We both watched as I ended the call before it came through.

He said, “I thought you were telling her our plans.”

“Texting is one thing, but this...”

“You don't want to talk to her over the phone?”

“Do
you
want to explain to her what the hell we're doing?”
What are we doing? What am I doing?
“Because I'd rather not get into that conversation.”

My phone buzzed again.

I groaned, palming my face. “Maybe I shouldn't have told her, now she won't leave me alone.”

He plucked the phone from my fingers before I could react. “Hello?” he asked. The smirk he sent me went ear to ear.

Clutching at my chest, I sputtered. “W—you—oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck,
hang up the phone.”

“Yes, Alexis is here,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “But she had to run to the restroom.” He was relaxed, his voice thick and gentle. “Who am I? I'm her boyfriend, Silver.”

My tongue felt like it was shrinking.

“It
is
a strange name, I know.” He winked at me, then went quiet as he listened. “Oh, we've been dating some time. I'm sure she had her reasons for not telling you.”

Shiiiiiit.

He sat up, and I could hear the rising tone of my mom. I thought she had to be angry, and I was working on how to back out of this whole mess.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I'll be sure to tell her that when she gets back. Our waiter is coming with the check, here he is, I have to go. Yes, sorry. You have a good night too, Miss Willow.” He hung up, tossing me my phone.

I didn't catch it; it just bounced off my knee and hit the floor. “What did she say?”

“You look like you're going to be sick.” Leaning my way, he brushed my neck. “I can feel your pulse going wild.”

“
What did she say?”

Laughing, he nuzzled my cheek and kissed my ear. “She was relieved to hear you were
finally
dating someone. She insisted I show you a good time in LA. Your mom is very nice, Pet.”

Pushing my hands against his jaw, I forced him an inch away from me. My emotions bubbled together in a vat, I couldn't tell one from the other. In retrospect, it made sense that my mother would be happy for me. She'd been pushing me to meet people forever.

But keeping Silver a secret wasn't just for her. I didn't want
anyone
to know that I was falling for a man that was more questions than answers. He'd been
stalking
me, how did I tell people how we met?

Just imagining that conversation was giving me hives. The instant the world cracked the shell around us and saw what we were becoming... what
I
was becoming...

I'd have to admit it.

Was I ready for that?

In the window over his shoulder, I saw I was smiling. I hadn't felt my lips making the shape, but now, the sensation of joy slid into the rest of me. Pushing my mouth to his, I rolled my tongue over his teeth.

The animal-sound he made set my nerves on fire.

Just as quick, I pushed him away. He was breathing hard, coiled and ready to spring back on top of me. “What are you waiting for?” I asked. “You're supposed to show me a good time in LA. Get to it.”

His rich eyes were glowing. I half expected him to ignore my request. Brushing his hair back, he straightened his jacket and smiled. “I'm going to blow your world apart this weekend. When we get back to this city, you won't be the same.”

And I laughed, and I smiled, because in that moment I was
happy.

If only I'd known how right he would be.

Alexis

T
he jet was, quite possibly, the most luxurious thing I'd ever been inside of. We were the only occupants, minus the pilot. When I'd met him, he'd grinned so wide I'd seen his fake gold tooth.

The interior of the jet was creamy caramel. I wriggled into the heated seat, stretched it all the way out, and then looked at Silver in amazement. “How do you do it?”

“How do I do what?” he asked, sitting next to me.

“Not just fly around in this thing all the time?”

Laughing, he poured himself a drink from the small bar that was set securely into the wall. “I'm rich, but fuel isn't free.”

Nodding sagely, I accepted the glass he offered me. When he raised his, I copied him. “What are we toasting to?” I asked.

“How about... to good times, future adventures, and two whole nights away to ourselves.”

That last part was said with slow, deliberate words. I blushed, clinking my glass on his. “That sounds wonderful.”

It was a smooth flight. In fact, the only thing that startled me was when Silver's phone rang while we were high in the clouds. It scared me so hard that I dropped my water bottle. “You get reception up here?” I asked. Then, more importantly, “Won't that crash the plane?”

Silver leveled a doubtful look on me. “Yes. We're definitely going to crash.”

When he didn't start panicking, I gave him a shove. He turned it around, pulling me close and kissing my neck. He whispered, “I'd never let anything happen to you, Pet.”

His promise made me dizzy.

Untangling from me, he waved his phone. “Give me one minute, it's work.”

It had been too easy to forget that he had any responsibilities beyond lavishing me with his time and his money. But of course he had to work, and I was glad he couldn't tell how ashamed I was to have forgotten that.

“Hello?” he said, shifting to face the window. “I'm in the middle of something.” Silver went quiet, his eyes narrowing a hair as he listened. “Yes, I know the spare key is gone.” He glanced at me. “Florian, I'm going to be gone all weekend. You don't need to get into my office, just send them the design notes on Monday.”

His office?
Hugging my purse close, I listened to the muffle jingle inside.
Did he actually give me a key to his workplace?