If You Want It (BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance) (If You Dare Book 2) (2 page)

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Chapter Two

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The car that Zoe had ordered while she was paying the bill pulled up at the curb and Armando opened the back door for her and then joined her on the back seat. Zoe gave the driver instructions as to where they wanted to go and a short while later they pulled up outside the bar. It didn’t take long for them to find a nice cozy table with a small couch and two chairs tucked away in the corner, and in just a few minutes they were sipping on glasses of champagne.

“This is much better Zoe, wouldn’t you agree?”
His proximity was what was better
, she thought. He’d chosen to sit on the couch, patting the cushion beside him to indicate that she should also sit there and she got up from the chair and settled down on the couch beside him.

Zoe took another sip of her drink and nodded her head in agreement to his question. “It’s most definitely better.” She looked around the bar with a feigned interest. If she looked at him any more than she absolutely had to she was in danger of jumping on him. Or maybe he was the one in danger. Either way, it seriously wouldn’t look good if he contacted Dawson and told him that his Global Personal Assistant had sexually attacked him, no matter how tempting the thought of it might be.

She was trying to find a way to bring up the subject of business without sounding too pushy, but Armando beat her to it. “So, Zoe, I believe that you have some papers to show me?”

“Yes. Yes I do.” Zoe reached for her briefcase for what felt like the umpteenth time that night, and pulled out a stack of folders and papers, placing them on the small table in front of them. “I know that you and Mr. Alexander have already skimmed over some of the details, but I’ve put together some more details for you to outline the long term goals that the company envisions.” She handed some papers to Armando and the next hour or so was spent going over the facts and figures that would be relevant to him and his company.

Zoe felt encouraged as he listened to what she had to say with an intensity that couldn’t be mistaken. He would interrupt her to ask pertinent questions and would then listen with a rapt interest when she gave him the answers. Occasionally he would ask her advice about something and she would pause to think her answer through to make sure that she was as honest as she could possibly be without saying anything that might be detrimental to Dawson or the company.

Armando would nod his head as he listened and his eyes never left her face; almost as though he were making sure that her answers matched her body language. Keeping that in mind, Zoe tried her hardest to ensure that she was as open as possible and without conscious effort she leaned into him as she talked about things within the company that she was particularly passionate about, completely unaware that her face lit up while she talked.

Zoe found it hard to concentrate a couple of times; when their heads came together to confer over specific points, his cologne would caress her nostrils and send her senses scattering. Occasionally his leg would brush up against hers and she had to fight her instinct to move in closer. And when he placed his large palm on the back of her hand as he agreed with something that she’d pointed out, her insides positively melted.
Oh dear Lord, I think my hormones are in overdrive.

She brushed a shaking hand through her hair and stood up. “Excuse me for a minute, Armando; too much champagne.” She made a joke and was relieved to hear him give a soft laugh as she beat a hasty retreat to the restroom.
It’s just because you haven’t had any male contact for a while. That’s all it is, Zoe. Either that or you really have had too much champagne, in which case it’s coffee for you for the rest of the evening
. She knew she was mumbling to herself, but she figured that if anyone heard her they would also put it down to too much alcohol.

She waited in the restroom long enough for her face to cool and her pulse to return to normal, and then walked with determined steps back to the table. She was surprised to find Armando collecting all of the papers and folders together, shuffling them and stacking them neatly on the table. He looked up as Zoe neared and gave her another smile. “I’ve seen everything I need to see with regards to your company.” Was that a good thing or a bad thing, she wondered.

“For the rest of the evening I would like to learn more about the beautiful Zoe.”
He would? He thought she was beautiful?
And there she went, blushing again. “I already know that you’re as intelligent as you are beautiful, but I’d like to know more about you.” He smiled again and she gave him a shaky one of her own in return. “Do you like to dance?”

“What? Um, yes I do.” She really hoped that she didn’t sound as flustered as she felt. “I’m not very good at it though.”
Although I’d sure like to dance with you,
she thought as images of their bodies being in close proximity melted her insides all over again.

Armando laughed as he took hold of her hand and pulled her towards the small dance floor. “I’ll be the judge of that.” As the music changed into a lively samba, he swung Zoe around with ease, leading her into the dance as naturally as though they’d been dancing together for years. Zoe laughed with carefree abandon as she let the music wash over her and all thoughts of business flew out of the window.

Zoe was breathless and still laughing as the song changed into a jive and Armando effortlessly led her into the change of style and tempo. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d let her hair down and had so much fun.
Actually, that would be when Dawson dared me to let my hair down and have fun in a room full of strangers,
she thought to herself, as memories of her first time with a woman and a threesome sprung to mind.

“Where did you go?” Armando had pulled her in close as the music changed yet again; this time to a slow rhythm that called for him to wrap his strong arms around her as they swayed to the beat.

Zoe felt her cheeks get hot as she caught his inquisitive gaze. There was no way in hell she was going to divulge what she’d been thinking about. “I’m right here, Armando.” She draped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder as the music washed over them, and then stifled her moan of desire as the scent of his masculine cologne and fresh skin reached her nose. He smelled good enough to eat, and she was glad that he couldn’t see her face as images of her kneeling in front of him while she devoured his length flooded her mind.

She felt Armando’s cheek rest against the top of her head and his hand in the small of her back pulled her even closer into him. So close, in fact, that she could feel the heat emanating from his crotch and the distinct bulge of his arousal. She didn’t even think about pulling away from him, enjoying the physical contact way more than she probably should have.
Holy crap, I’m like a bitch on heat.

“I think this is a much better way of conducting business, wouldn’t you agree, Zoe?” The warm breath of his voice against her ear sent shivers of awareness running through her, and for the life of her Zoe couldn’t respond with an answer.

The music changed into another slow ballad, but Armando seemed to be in no hurry to put an end to the contact between them as he tightened his grip around her and they swayed together. Zoe lost count of how long they danced for, but she was also in no hurry to stop. As the third slow song came to an end, Armando pulled back from her slightly and crooked his finger under her chin, raising her face up to him as he lowered his head and tentatively kissed her gently. Zoe gave a deep moan at the contact and seemingly of their own volition, her hands moved upwards, one tangling in his hair and the other creeping around his neck.

She didn’t give a second thought to the fact that she was supposed to be conducting a business meeting. Nor did she think about the man she worked for and the fact that the last time she had been intimate with anyone it had been with him. All she could think about was the feel of the masculine lips against hers and the strong muscular arms that were holding her close.

As Armando’s tongue came out to trace the contours of her lips, Zoe unwittingly tightened her fingers in his hair, giving a gentle pull and increasing the contact between them. “I think we need to go somewhere a little more private, don’t you, beautiful lady?” His voice was thick with arousal and Zoe looked up into his chocolate brown eyes and gave a slow nod of agreement.
I’d have to be dead to turn down an offer like that.

In the back of her mind she knew that this was probably a big mistake, but there was no way on God’s green earth that she could walk away from him now, not when she was feeling so needy and definitely not when he was obviously feeling the same way.

They made their way back to the table to retrieve their jackets and briefcases with Zoe’s insides trembling just as much as her legs were. Armando took control of asking for their car to be brought around, which was a good thing because Zoe didn’t think that she would have been able to talk if her life had depended on it. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was, and that was just after sharing a couple of dances and a kiss with him.
What am I going to be like when I actually get to explore his naked body?

They got in the car and he gave the driver the address of the hotel that Zoe was staying in. “I didn’t know that you knew where I was staying.” She found her voice enough to ask him curiously.

Armando gave a chuckle as his hand found hers on the seat between them and his thumb stroked over the pulse in her wrist. “I was not aware that you were staying there, Zoe. It’s the hotel that I am using for my stay in Geneva.” He smiled down at her wryly. “Perhaps it would have been better if I had known, yes? We could have saved ourselves some time and enjoyed the evening in a much more intimate way.”
Yeah, and absolutely no business would have been carried out because we would have been too busy jumping each other’s bones.

Zoe felt her face burn at his words and the underlying innuendo behind them. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know exactly what he was referring to and she had to admit, even if it was just to herself, that she agreed with him. Thinking about spending the whole evening wrapped up in bed with him, having rampant sex and multiple orgasms was enough to make her toes curl in her shoes.

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Chapter Three

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Zoe and Armando reached the hotel with nothing else said between them. Armando kept rubbing at her pulse and Zoe could feel it racing faster and faster as sexual awareness fizzled between them. The trip up to his room was also made quietly because of other hotel patrons using the elevator at the same time, and Zoe’s adrenaline was building inside her at a rapid pace of knots. She wasn’t sure how long she would be able to wait to feel his hands on her skin, and a quick glance at him showed that he was feeling just as impatient as she was, judging by the bulge in his trousers.

He closed his room door behind them a few minutes later and at the sound of the lock being turned, Zoe’s nerves disappeared. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, so why should she feel nervous or guilty? It wasn’t as though her and Dawson were in a proper relationship and she didn’t have a boyfriend tucked away anywhere. It crossed her mind that she hadn’t asked if Armando was involved or married, but as she felt his hands on her shoulders from behind and his warm lips kissing up the nape of her neck, she realized that she really didn’t give a shit if he was. That was his business, not hers, no matter how immoral that made her.

Zoe stopped thinking about anything when his hands travelled from her shoulders down her arms and stopped at her waist. Pushing her buttocks back into him they both moaned at the contact as she bumped up against his crotch. “You have driven me crazy all evening, Zoe.” His voice was a gruff whisper in her ear. “You are a mixture of perfect professionalism and sexy siren, and I would like very much to undress you and see you naked now.”

His lilting accent added another dimension to the arousal Zoe was experiencing, and she turned in his arms to face him, tilting her head up in a silent plea for another one of his kisses. Armando was only too happy to oblige, his lips fusing with hers in a kiss that was way more passionate than the one they’d shared while dancing.

Neither of them wasted any time with the niceties of love-making or taking it slow; their hands were everywhere all at once as they pulled at zippers and undid buttons with no thought to any damage they might be causing to their clothing. Their lips stayed locked together as their tongues danced and their hands grabbed, removing everything they could and then helping each other with what they couldn’t manage quickly enough. Zoe was already breathless, and all they’d done was undress.

They were both panting by the time they were down to their underwear, and Armando pulled away to look down at Zoe’s body with an appreciative gleam in his eyes and gave a low whistle of approval. “You are exquisite.”

The heat in his eyes was unmistakable and Zoe felt her breath catch in her throat as she gave him an answering look. His muscular physique was spectacular with his broad shoulders and torso tapering down to narrow hips. A smattering of hair led from his belly button disappeared tantalizingly beneath the waistband of his Calvin Klein’s, and her fingertips itched to trace the path it took. “And you are mouth-wateringly delicious.” And he really was. She couldn’t wait to get her hands, or her mouth, on him.

Armando laughed throatily and then took hold of her hand and led her towards the enormous bed. “I would usually insist that a lady taste the wares first, but in this instance I’m feeling greedy and you will have to wait.” He turned her around and she felt the bed at the back of her legs a spilt second before he gently pushed her down onto it.

With her legs dangling over the end of the mattress, Zoe lifted her head up to watch him as he removed her panties carefully but deliberately. She lifted herself up enough to reach behind her and unsnap her bra, pulling it free and throwing it on the floor while he watched her tits bounce free. “And now you leave me with a dilemma. Do I taste your pussy or your breasts first?”

“Shit.” The single word escaped her as the force of
his
words hit her like a wave of sensuality. He had been a gentleman all evening, and to hear him verbalize his thoughts so openly made her clit throb incessantly as it swelled in response. “Either. Or. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it either way.”

“Ah, sweet woman, I will make sure that you do.”

He started to move up the bed to lie alongside her, and Zoe stopped him. “Can I ask one thing first?” He nodded and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Can you please remove your underwear? I’d like to see you.” Her eyes had been crying out to look at him, and if he could be vocal then so could she, she thought.

Armando chuckled as he stood up and did as she’d asked; his impressive cock bouncing free and standing to attention as he waited for her to make the next move. Zoe licked her lips as she looked at him. When she’d thought that he was good enough to eat earlier on in the evening, she’d had no idea how right she’d been. He was thick and long, but not too long, and his mushroom-shaped head looked hot and angry. Perfect.

She patted the mattress by the side of her and he climbed back onto the bed and lay facing her. She could feel the weight of his manhood as it rested against her leg, but as her hand reached for it Armando took hold of her wrist and stopped her. “No, Zoe. I am usually insistent on ladies before men, but not in this instance. I have waited patiently all night to taste you and I will not wait any longer.” He grinned at her sexily, and if she’d been thinking of insisting that things should be done differently, she capitulated quite happily.

He planted a kiss on her shoulder and then proceeded to kiss his way across her collar bone and down her chest while a large hand cupped her breast and massaged the soft flesh. He dipped his head and his lips followed the path of his hand until he reached her nipple, sucking the pebbled bead into his mouth while he lapped at it with his greedy tongue. Zoe moaned as her nipples tingled to life, burgeoning between his lips as they relished in the attention they were being given.

She felt her clit swell some more as Armando suckled at her breast. His hand moved across and he found her other nipple, pinching it gently between his thumb and forefinger while Zoe arched up off the bed in response. Her hands came up to tangle in his thick hair, holding his head in place while he pleasured her with his mouth, flicking at her aroused skin with his tongue before biting gently with his teeth.

“You like this, yes?” He lifted his head up just long enough to ask her the question and then resumed his tantalizing teasing of her nipple.

“Yes. God yes.”
What wasn’t to like?
Zoe’s voice was quiet but there was no mistaking the passion behind her words. Armando tweaked her nipple a little harder and she moaned deep in her throat. “God that feels so good.” He did it again and she could feel the dampness between her legs as her excitement grew. “Harder, Armando. A little harder.”

He was quick to catch on to the fact that she didn’t necessarily need him to be gentle with her, and while his tongue lapped at her nipple, his teeth bit down and held it in place, sending Zoe’s senses spiraling.

Her clit was pulsating with need and without conscious thought, Zoe’s hand moved down to the apex between her legs and her fingers sought out the swollen nub. Armando lifted his head again, looking up at her with a sexy smile. “Ah, she wants a little more attention, huh?” Zoe didn’t answer him. She couldn’t have even if she wanted to. But his question wasn’t aimed at her anyway; it was more a case of him thinking out loud.

She cried out in protest when he stopped playing with her tits, but her cries soon turned to a satisfied moan as he started to work his way down her body, kissing over her rib cage and the flat plane of her stomach before changing his position on the bed and settling himself so that his head was between her legs and he was kneeling on the floor.

He placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, gently pushing her legs even further apart before using the fingers of one hand to spread her lips apart. Zoe held her breath as she looked down at him; the way he smiled up at her before he buried his face in her pussy was almost as much of a turn on as the feeling of his tongue touching her swollen clit for the first time.

Zoe held her breath as she felt the warmth of his tongue tentatively slide between her folds and flick over her sensitized bud. She moaned when she felt his fingers probing her opening, desperately needing to feel something inside her so that the ache she was feeling would be somewhat quelled.

“You taste as good as you look, Zoe.” He slid a finger deep inside her and her hips arched up off the bed to meet him. “I could do this all night.” The finger was withdrawn and then pushed back into her, a little deeper and with a little more force making her breath come in gasps at the sensation. He dipped his head again and nuzzled against her clit with his nose, breathing in the musky scent of her sex before sucking her clit in between his lips. As his tongue came out to flick over her erect nub, he pushed his finger even deeper into her and rubbed it over her G spot, making her grasp at the sheets while she held on for dear life.

“Armando!” His name was a gasp on her suddenly parched lips. “I want to taste you. Please!”

“Who am I to resist such a plea?” He pulled his finger out of her and kissed his way back up her body before resuming his original position at her side with his hand molding her breast.

Zoe didn’t give him a chance to change his mind, pushing herself up onto shaking knees so that she could kneel by his side facing his body. She wanted to take her time and explore him, but she was too impatient to wait. She looked down at his turgid cock and licked her lips, wrapping her small fist around his girth and marveling at the heat that emanated from him. She tightened her grip and stroked downwards, pulling his foreskin tight and making his head glisten and gleam in the dim lighting of the room.

She watched in fascination as a bead of pre-come magically appeared at his tip, and her head bobbed down as her tongue came out to eagerly lap up the treat that was on offer. Closing her lips over his knob, Zoe rolled her tongue around the mushroom shaped head, tracing his contours while she tasted him.

She felt Armando’s hand on the back of her head, urging her to take him deeper into her mouth. Zoe was more than happy to oblige as she opened her lips wide and sank down on to him, relishing the moan of approval he gave.
God, he tastes so damn good
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Zoe felt herself start to gag and pulled back a little, giving her mouth time to adjust to his size before sinking back down once more. She was rewarded by a stream of foreign words as Armando talked to her in his mother tongue. She had no idea what he was saying but she could tell by his tone that it was all good, and the intensity of the tone of his words turned her on even more, if that was possible.

She let her mouth carry on sucking him and moved her hand to his balls, gently squeezing and massaging while he murmured his approval. She tightened her lips around him and swallowed him as deep as she possibly could, feeling proud of herself when she successfully ignored her gag reflex and took him even deeper into her throat.

“You must stop now.” Armando’s voice was ragged, but insistent, and his hand on her shoulder effectively pulled her away from him, much to her dismay. “I do not want to waste my seed in your mouth, as much as I am sure it would be an unforgettable experience.” Zoe moaned at the thought of swallowing his come. It sounded like a treat she really wanted to try.

Zoe would have been lying if she’d said that she wasn’t disappointed that he’d pulled away from her. Sucking him was the most fun she’d had in a long time and she had been thoroughly enjoying herself. But as he flipped her over onto her back all disappointment fled as her body coiled with anticipation.

“Let me get some protection, sweetness.” She watched as Armando left the bed and retrieved his wallet, opening it and taking out a condom. She knew that she should have been thankful that he was sensible enough to think about it, but she couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed that she wasn’t going to feel him skin on skin. She was also a little annoyed for not thinking of it herself, but as she watched him sheath himself, the knowledge that this wasn’t something that she did on a regular basis made her feel a little better.

As she watched him stroke the latex down over his length, she couldn’t help but be impressed all over again at the sheer size of the man. He had large hands, but from what she could see they only just fit around his girth. Zoe had never realized that a man putting on a condom could be so damn sexy, and her insides started trembling with lust all over again.
What was he going to feel like when he buried himself inside her?

Armando climbed back up onto the bed and repositioned himself between her legs. She watched intently as he took hold of his cock and aimed it at her opening, and then she held her breath for what must have been the millionth time as he touched it to her, sliding it up and down her slit and moistening it with her juices.