Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother) (29 page)

Quickly, I note anywhere I might have touched, and rub
the surface down with a cloth, before using the cloth to pull the
door shut. It clicks quietly in the silence, and I turn my eyes up
and down the corridor. I'm still alone, and my work here is done.

Quick as a cat, I go back the way I came, stepping back
toward the bathroom only a couple of minutes after I left it. Still,
the people in the hall seem oblivious to my presence, and I hold back
a smile as I return to the main hall.

There, across the room, I see Morgan still chatting
wildly. And, on the other side, Sage speaks with a couple of other
men, his manner a whole lot more reserved and calm.

I approach him, and quickly fuse into the conversation,
waiting for my chance to get Sage alone.

I grip his arm, and his eyes drop down to mine.

“
It's done,” I mouth, and he nods to tell me he
understands.

We slip away, turn to each other in a corner of the
hall, and right there, he kisses me deeply. For that split second, I
slip fully into character, and let it become me, and kiss him back
with everything I can muster.

When he pulls back, a smile of joy and lust and success
sparkles in his eyes.

“
I think it's time to go.”

Chapter Three

Hand in hand, we walk through the crowd toward Morgan,
sparks in our eyes and our bodies tightly locked together.

As we get closer, I run my hand along Sage's neck and
pull him down to me, and we kiss passionately again. With a glance I
see that Morgan notices.

Good.

We approach him, like two giggling lovers, and a knowing
look flows over Morgan's face.

“
You two leaving us?”

Clearly, he's gotten the sense that it's time for us to
be alone. That's exactly what we were going for.

Sage nods, and takes his hand.

“
Afraid so Trayfoot. Fantastic party, though, and
thanks again for inviting us.”

“
A pleasure,” says Morgan, who moves in to kiss my
cheek. “I can see that your night isn't quite done, though,” he
offers in a suggestive tone.

“
Not by a long shot,” concludes Sage. “Enjoy the
rest of your evening.”

I breathe a sigh of relief that Sage doesn't mention
Ellen. Doing so would have drawn Morgan's attention back to her
absence and, most likely, he'd be straight off looking for her.
Although, something tells me that he's enjoying himself just fine
without her.

We make our way back through the crowd, which is
slightly thinner than when we first arrived, and step out into the
cold night air. Others have the same idea as us, and are also calling
it a night.

They step into cars or wait, smoking, as valets deliver
their vehicles. Within a few moments, Sage's chauffeur has pulled up
and we're clambering into the warm interior, my heart now beating
fast as we pull away from the mansion.

The longer it takes to discover Ellen, the better. It
will confuse the issue, and no one will quite know when it was that
the necklace was taken from her.

I can't quite relax until we leave the gates and I don't
hear any sirens or alarms behind us. As with any job I pull, I remain
completely on edge and ready to act until I'm far enough away to know
that my presence hasn't been noted.

This situation is, of course, different, but there will
most likely be nothing tying me or Sage to this theft. Perhaps he'll
be questioned, but I certainly won't.

Because after tonight, I won't be found around here
anymore.

We cover the relatively short distance between the two
mansions in a little over ten minutes, and until we enter through
Sage's own gate, my body remains rigid and stiff.

When we pull up outside the front steps, however, he
turns to me with a smile.

“
What a night...”

He leaves the car, and helps me out, and together we
climb the steps to his front door, arms locked together, giggles of
joy and relief gurgling up through our throats. He leads me straight
inside, the house empty and quiet, and takes me into the living room.

Once there, he pours two stiff drinks, passes me one,
and we clink them together in a silent and congratulatory toast.

“
Now let me see it,” says Sage, staring at my
handbag.

I open it up, slide it out of the secret compartment,
and hand it over to him. Under the lights of the chandelier above us,
the necklace sparkles with a thousand lights, looking every bit like
it's worth its hefty price tag.

“
Queens and Princesses wore this necklace,” he
muses. “And now, it's mine...”

He stares at it with
delight, like
Frodo
staring at the
Ring
,
and gently paws at its many diamonds and gems, shining with colors of
red and green and blue.

“
It's truly amazing, Sage,” I say, encapsulated by
its beauty. “But, what are you going to do with it?”

“
I'm going to keep it,” he says. “It's not the
money I want, but what it represents.”

“
Which is?”

“
Revenge.”

He steps forward, and unclips the back of the necklace.
He places it around my neck, and I feel its weight – not just
physical, but monetary – hang over my soft skin.

I move my hands to take it off, but his own fingers stop
me.

“
No, leave it on. You look far more stunning in it
than Ellen did.”

Then he kisses me and his fingers graze my skin and the
necklace lying above it.

“
Thank you, Kristen, for everything you did tonight.
You've really earned those earrings.”

He fiddles with my earlobes, and kisses me again.

And with a rush of desire lighting inside me, I ask him
a question that sends his eyes blazing with lust.

“
And would you like to see me naked with only the
earrings and necklace on?”

I echo the demand he gave me earlier, one which I had no
choice but to follow. Now, though, I'm the one providing the offer.
His demands are done. His control over me has been extinguished by
the job I've pulled for him.

“
Only if you want to,” he says, confirming the end
of our spoken contract.

I push him back lightly with my hands, creating a gap
between us. He drops into a chair, cradles his scotch to his lips,
and watches as I strip for him.

My dress – black on the outside, crimson on the inside
– slips off me, piling at my ankles. I reach back with my arms, my
breasts pouting forward, and undo the knot in my hair. It falls down
over my shoulders, cascading like water.

I stand, naked, and bend down to undo my heels. I slip
out of them, and drop a few inches to the floor. Nothing covers me
now, only the sparkling jewelry around my neck and twinkling in my
ears.

“
And how do I look?” I ask seductively.

“
Perfect,” Sage replies, breathless.

“
And, is there anything else you'd like me to do for
you?”

Our agreement may have ended, but I want this now. This
one last time...

“
I won't give you any more orders, Kristen. You've
done enough.”

“
Well then,” I say, my voice warm and low, “maybe
I should give the orders tonight?”

His eyes light, and behind them I see something spark.

“
And what would you
like me to do for
you
?”

I consider things a second, before slowly sitting in a
chair and taking my own glass of scotch.

“
It's your turn,” I say. “Strip.”

A smile glazes over his face, and he stands up.

I cross my legs, sit back in my chair, and play it just
as he did as he watched me undress. Sipping my scotch as his jacket
drops to the floor, as his shirt is removed. I stare with salacious
eyes at his muscular frame, my free hand drifting over my breasts as
he removes his pants and shoes and socks.

I dip my finger into my drink and rub my nipples, and
beneath his boxer briefs I see his dick swell. My thighs warm at the
sight, and I gently uncross them, placing my glassless hand between
my legs and rubbing at my clitoris.

His underwear comes off, and he joins me in my nudity,
standing and waiting for my next order with his eyes clamped firmly
on my fingers, working the edges of my pussy.

“
What's next?”

“
Sit down,” I say quickly. “And do what I'm
doing.”

I snake my fingers inside me as he sits, his left hand
gripping the shaft of his dick, his right picking up his glass of
scotch.

Like a mirror image, we sit opposite each other, drink
in one hand, our genitals in the other, masturbating. His cock grows,
and fills his hand, and I watch with glee as his foreskin is pulled
up and down.

I react to the sight by digging deeper, by rubbing
harder, and soon we're both breathing heavily and staring into each
other's eyes, masturbating to the sight of the mirror image ahead of
us.

I spread my legs a little wider, and his eyes widen too,
and then I give him his next order.

“
Now come here and eat me out.”

He stands from his chair, and paces toward me, his dick
swinging with the motion of his legs. I withdraw my fingers and watch
as he drops to his knees and puts his head between my thighs.

My sticky fingers run through his hair, and I feel the
soft pressure of his tongue working around my outer lips, then
snaking further in. I press his head harder, diverting his tongue
deeper, and begin gyrating my hips in a gentle motion.

“
Like that, just like that,” I breathe, my head
dropping back and staring to the bright chandelier above.

“
Use your fingers,” I pant, and his fingers join the
party.

Within minutes, he's working me toward an orgasm, and my
body is shifting and shaking, moans echoing around the spacious room.

“
Stop...”

He leans back, lips wet with saliva and my juice, chin
dripping.

“
Now fuck me...fuck me hard.”

Like a sex robot, he obeys, rising off his knees and
crouching into me. His cock, still swollen and hard, is guided inside
me, sliding into my vagina and sending fresh shivers down my spine.

I gasp, and his fingers keep working at my clit as he
dives in and out.

“
Is this good?” he asks, smiling sexily, but I can't
answer. I only nod my head briskly, and reach forward to take a grip
of his ass.

Within seconds, an orgasm is engulfing me, and my eyes
are blurring. With my cries and groans, he pumps harder, and once
more his animal urges begin to take over.

We shake so hard that the chair threatens to fall over,
titling to the side as my body trembles. I push him forward, knocking
him down onto the carpet, and jump on top of him. His cock slides in,
and I ride him on the floor, gyrating back and forward as his hands
reach forward and massage my tits.

I'm coming hard when he asks if he can come too, still
playing the slave, and I manage to slip out an answer.

“
Not yet...”

I see his eyes refocus, his mind trying to control his
urge to explode inside of me, and his entire body tense as I continue
to slip and slide on top of him.

“
Put me in your favorite position.” I pant,
quietening my motion, my climax passing, my body pulsing and
throbbing. “Then you can come.”

He leans up, pushing with his arms, and kisses me, his
hands gripping at my ass and lifting me off him. I'm tossed to the
side, placed flat on my front, and I feel him climb on top of me.

He closes my legs, creating a tight opening below my
firm ass cheeks, and begins penetrating me from behind. He starts by
leaning up, holding my ass open with his fingers, his eyes set on the
sight of his dick entering my hole.

Then, gradually, his passion flows uncontrollably, and
he leans down onto me, his arms propping him up to my sides, and
pummels me harder than ever. I feel his hand grip my neck and twist
my head round, and he kisses me so hard I feel he might draw blood.

But I feel no pain, only intense bouts of pleasure with
each new stab of his cock, each new thrust of his tongue. Before
long, he's panting like a dog, and is telling me he's coming. I feel
the gush, warm and like a spurting tap, and he falls on top of me,
exhausted and spent.

I arch my ass up against his weight, roll him onto his
side, and lie on mine as his come begins to dribble out of me, down
my inner leg and onto the rug.

“
Your housekeeper's not going to like the mess,” I
say.

He laughs, and looks down between my legs.

“
I think I'll need a new rug.”

And then he kisses me again, and I fall into his arms,
knowing it's the last I'll see of Sage Dalton.