DARK DESIRE (snowed in with the billionaire #2) (billionaire erotic romance) (4 page)

In the darkness, he would pleasure her.

(5)

Her eyes struggled to make out some kind of
silhouette of Nathaniel. Stephanie could feel, and nothing more.
She looked down, wanting to see, but it was darkness.

His tongue was quick, licking down to her
chest. He moved over her breast with ease, the tip of tongue moving
down the middle of her breast, over her nipple, and then he was
gone. Tongue and all stopped.

The sudden change, mixed with the inability
to see what Nathaniel was doing or where he was going, left
Stephanie thrusting her body, wanting contact again.

“Please…”

She heard a soft growl from Nathaniel, a
second before his tongue touched just above her slit. He licked
once then placed his lips to her soft mound, kissing repeatedly
left to right, teasing Stephanie to the point where she cried his
name. After that, Nathaniel finally moved down between Stephanie’s
legs.

The first thing Stephanie felt was
Nathaniel’s breath. She shuddered and wanted to moan but couldn’t
when Nathaniel flicked at her. His tongue cut between her labia,
coming up and curling, tasting her clitoris. He stayed there,
moving in all directions, his hands touching Stephanie’s legs,
pushing the other side of her robe off.

Stephanie put her left leg to the floor,
opening her legs as best she could being on the couch. She placed
her hands on her breasts, holding them, losing herself to
Nathaniel’s amazing tongue.

He moved down, his tongue tasting all of her
sex. He let out deep breaths, and his hands came to the insides of
her legs, squeezing and pulling. Stephanie thrust up at Nathaniel,
offering more of herself.

A gentle warmth spread up and down her body,
the pleasure settling at her core. There was an intense feeling
growing and the more Stephanie held her breasts and the faster
Nathaniel’s tongue moved, the closer she started to come. The
sudden orgasms were something new to Stephanie.

Nathaniel was amazing as he worked her
sensitive body and aching spot. He knew just when to penetrate
Stephanie’s hole, just when to lick her fully up and down, and just
when to savor her clitoris. He closed his mouth over Stephanie’s
sex, engulfing her, tasting her, loving her. He wanted her hard,
groaning with her inside his mouth, his fingers tightening on her
legs.

Stephanie lifted herself again, rocking at
Nathaniel. She continued to hold her breasts, her fingers slowly
working into massaging herself. Her left foot on the ground pressed
hard, turning her body slightly, giving her the ability to thrust
with Nathaniel. She felt him starting to move with her now and his
hands slipped under her backside. He held her up and took control
of Stephanie’s movements, his tongue not stopping or slowing for a
second.

The tip of his tongue was like an erotic
knife, cutting everything between Stephanie’s legs. It was perfect
and sensual. As she started to moan louder, her breaths cutting in
and out, she wanted to tell Nathaniel how good it felt. How perfect
he was. She couldn’t find the air to do so as her back started to
arch. Nathaniel fought with Stephanie’s coming body, staying at her
sex, welcoming the intense orgasm. The orgasm continued and
Stephanie found herself releasing the grip on her breasts, letting
them fall as they needed. She reached down with her right hand down
and found Nathaniel’s hair. She cried out when she touched him. Her
other hand went down too, finding her soaked slit. As she gently
pulled at her clit, she felt the flicker of Nathaniel’s tongue,
confirming what the darkness refused to let her eyes see.

That only made the orgasm more intense.

It wouldn’t end.

The pleasure, the pressure, and need.

Everything mixed together.

“Keep going,” Nathaniel whispered,
indicating his liking that Stephanie’s fingers were touching
herself again.

His tongue left her body and she felt the
couch moving.

Nathaniel was standing and a few seconds
later, he was back at her body. She felt his breath at her shoulder
and as her mind pieced together what he planned next, she felt the
thick tip of his cock touch her finger as she continued to rub
herself.

She moaned and gripped Nathaniel tight. She
pulled at him, guiding him to her hole. There was no need for words
right now as he entered her. Sliding deep into Stephanie’s tender
core, the orgasmic pleasure exploded again. He started to thrust at
her, bucking her with all his force, leaving her breathless, mouth
open. Stephanie felt her breasts bouncing on her chest and she put
her head back, closed her eyes, and just waited for it.

She was all Nathaniel’s.

That was the point he tried to prove… from
the open door with the wicked cold winds and storm to the warm
darkness surrounding them now.

Stephanie was Nathaniel’s.

Nathaniel controlled Stephanie.

And he did so with a sense of
perfection…

Nathaniel lowered his body to Stephanie’s,
his speed instantly slowing. The pumps were amazingly deep, full.
The pleasure was intense but it became relaxing, a quiet, constant
pleasure, mixed with the feel of Nathaniel’s strong body on top of
her. He groaned and growled at her ear, offering a quick few
thrusts before holding himself inside Stephanie and releasing.

The orgasm caught her off guard but feeling
him unleash his hottest moment into her, in such an erotic yet
romantic way, left Stephanie’s heart beating in a way she hadn’t
felt before. This was becoming more than lust right now.

After he finished, Nathaniel continued to
have Stephanie. He was gentle, kind, and breathed slowly to the
side of her face and ear, sometimes sighing, sometimes whispering
to her. She couldn’t depict much of what Nathaniel said because her
body was in control of her senses, focusing on nothing but the
pleasure from Nathaniel. The feel of his shaft inside her, even as
it became flaccid, was still working.

Her eyes shut again, falling asleep to the
feeling of Nathaniel inside her. Before finally losing to sleep,
she let out one last moan as Nathaniel slowly slid deeper into
her.

(6)

It was sunlight that woke Stephanie again.
Night had become morning and when she sat up on the couch, she not
only found herself in a robe, tied shut, she also found a blazing
fire in the fireplace, radiating a perfect heat. When she looked to
the window the storm had calmed, leaving a steady falling snow to
greet the morning. Stephanie moved from the couch, walking to the
window to take it all in. When she arrived at Wolf Top Lodge,
everything was cold and green. A lot of trees that had suffered
through autumn were bare, their skeleton fingers sticking into air,
but most of the trees remained green.

Now there were barely traces of green. The
snow had to be at least a foot high in places. Looking much calmer
now, the outside was beautiful. The snow still falling danced with
the wind, rushing in circles, hitting the window, falling straight
down. The wind gusts were kinder this morning too, no whispers, no
howling, no screaming.

It was a new day and something about
sleeping through the wild storm in the company of Nathaniel Anders
had a metaphorical touch to it. Something about Stephanie becoming
Steph, having both her sides for Nathaniel to enjoy when
needed.

“Beautiful and deadly,” a voice said
followed by the touch to her hips.

Stephanie put her head back, feeling
Nathaniel’s strong shoulder.

“Of course it is,” Stephanie said. “We’re in
the comfort of this place. But out there…”

“I meant you, Steph. You’re beautiful and
deadly.”

Stephanie smiled. She liked hearing that.
Considering the circumstances of the weekend and her life, it was
romantic.

“The woman in the reflection of the window
is beautiful,” Nathaniel said. “So beautiful that it makes my heart
ache. It takes my deepest needs and brings them to life.”

“Is that what makes me deadly?” Stephanie
asked.

“Hardly,” Nathaniel said. His right hand
left her body and went to her hair. As he moved her hair to one
side, it brought back flashes of erotic memories as he had done the
same thing up in the bedroom the night before. He kissed
Stephanie’s neck, once, then at her ear. “You’re deadly because
you’re exactly what I need for my company.”

“Is that so?”

“I read all your reports last night.”

Stephanie stiffened. Her reports were in her
bag, her personal belongings. She turned her head and was greeted
with Nathaniel’s tender lips. She thought about all the places on
her body those lips had touched. It made her moan. Her mind
couldn’t focus on anything but Nathaniel. He had become, over the
course of one wild night, her everything.

“I wanted to see what you were going to
present,” Nathaniel said. “It’s great work. Diversifying.
Expanding. Going back to more basics to become more complicated. At
a time when everyone focuses on their own needs, you’re focusing on
mine.”

“HanAn’s…”

“Mine,” Nathaniel said. “It’s all mine, just
like you.”

Nathaniel sighed and looked out the window.
His face looked deep in thought. He breathed so calm, relaxing, it
left Stephanie feeling as though she wanted to go back to
sleep.

“Do we have power yet?” Stephanie asked.

“There’s food. Coffee. We’ll be okay.”

“But I…”

“Get changed,” Nathaniel said. “Join me for
coffee, food, and talk. I want to hear the words of a future
executive. On a business matter.”

Nathaniel backed away. Stephanie spun around
and realized that Nathaniel was dressed. He stood in a different
suit from the day before, fresh shirt, fresh tie, same old
chiseled, sexy looks.

He was moving and Stephanie couldn’t speak
to him.

Future executive?

Just what exactly did that mean?

Nathaniel stopped and looked over his
shoulder.

“The storm isn’t over yet, Steph. A little
calm before another round of snow and wind. Just thought you should
know that. Sometimes things look safer than what reality has
waiting.”

With that said, Nathaniel walked away for
good.

As Stephanie repeated the words in her mind,
looking back to the window, to the snow, to the beautiful, calm
scene outside, she wasn’t sure if Nathaniel had actually been
talking about the weather.

(7)

Stephanie changed. The room and lodge were
getting colder, again, by the minute. She wore the sweatshirt from
the day before, feeling bad about it, but she needed to. As she
rubbed her arms, her teeth chattered a few times. Stephanie found a
hat and a pair of gloves she had packed and took them with her. She
hoped they were going to talk near the warm fire but that was all
up to Nathaniel.

As she took the steps, smiling, appreciating
the sun coming up and lighting the otherwise dark lodge, she began
to realize that perhaps she would be dealing with a different
version of Nathaniel Anders right now.

Yesterday, Nathaniel had been mysterious and
sexy. His stare commanding, his body addicting. His touch perfect
and opening Stephanie’s body physically and emotionally. Last
night, Nathaniel had his secret revealed, being the billionaire CEO
of HanAn, meaning he was Stephanie’s boss. But that didn’t stop his
sexual need or command, his desires coming to life, evening in the
cold and darkness.

But now… It was a new day.

It was morning.

They had each other’s bodies the night
before in everyway possible.

Stephanie reached the landing and looked to
the front door of Wolf Top Lodge. That’s where it had all started,
that front door. Herself being so dead set on arriving early,
beating the storm, wanting to impress the company big wigs. And yet
she did just that, or at least she hoped, impressing – and
pleasuring – Nathaniel’s needs.

“You look wonderful like that.”

Stephanie turned to find Nathaniel standing
in the doorway to the living area, hands in his pockets, his eyes
staring at her with their intent stare.

“It’s a hooded sweatshirt,” Stephanie said.
“The same one I wore yesterday.”

“But I like it,” Nathaniel said. “It covers
everything up, with just a little hint of what’s waiting. Leaves
the eyes, the heart, and other parts, wondering what waits.”

Stephanie smiled, her cheeks burning.

Nathaniel continued. “I like when people
wonder about the things I own. I like when they fantasize about
touching, having… but it’s all mine, isn’t it?”

His eyes were wide, almost crazy like,
giving a sense of innocence, even if it only lasted a few
seconds.

“Of course,” Stephanie said. “I’m yours,
Nathaniel.”

“Excellent. Let’s talk business.”

He turned and Stephanie followed. He led the
way to a table where a small breakfast had been set up. Nothing too
big, but it was a gesture that Stephanie appreciated. She still
didn’t believe they were the only two people in the lodge but she
wasn’t in any place to question a thing Nathaniel had to say or do.
Her body reminded her that.

“I read all the information you brought,”
Nathaniel said, getting right to business. “I may have had to touch
your personal belongings.”

Stephanie’s cheeks blushed again. She
nodded.

“You have quite the array of thongs and
panties, don’t you?”

Stephanie was frozen.
So much for
business talk.

“It’s interesting to me,” Nathaniel said.
“Stephanie, you portray innocence on the outside but yet you have
something wild below the waist.” He reached across the table and
took Stephanie’s hand. “In more ways than one.” He smiled and shook
his head. “You’re like an open book to me, Steph, a woman of two
sides. Innocent. Wild. Well, maybe three sides. I have a problem,
Steph, and I need your help.”