Serving HIM Vol. 4: Alpha Billionaire Romance (8 page)

For a few seconds, the world froze. Nothing happened.

Then, I felt her fingers moving between us and fire flooded me, arcing between us as she slid her hand inside my open fly and freed me, wrapping her hand around my cock and stroking. Up, down, up, down…I didn’t realize I was blindly pumping into her touch until a warning jolt of pleasure raced down my spine.

Snarling, I caught her hand and shoved it over her head. Not like that.

Her eyes were wide. Slowly, I bent my knees to accommodate for the difference in our height and then, angling my hips, I waited for consent. I would push her, but I would never truly force her. I could never do that to anyone, let alone someone I–

She caught my cock and guided me to her entrance.

I drove in, deep, hard and fast. Home.

She shuddered and brought up one knee.

I caught the other and lifted her. She clung to me as I carried her across the room, over to the table. My cock was painfully hard, my body begging me to thrust, to lose myself in her.

I swept one arm out, knocking dishes and glasses aside. Dishes went flying. Wine splattered and then I put her down, spread her out just the way I’d imagined. A drop of ruby red wine clung to her cheek, another on her lip, several on her neck and chest.

I licked each one way as I thrust deep and hard inside her.

“You.” I drove into her. “Are.” Again. “Mine.”

Aleena closed her eyes, turning her face away from me.

I cupped her chin, making her face me. “Look at me.”

Slowly, her lashes lifted.

“Mine.” When she didn’t respond, I bent down and bit her lip. She shuddered and I felt the wet, snug grip of her pussy tighten around my dick. “Say it, Aleena.”

She arched against me. Her voice broke as she whispered, “Yes, sir.”

It wasn’t what I wanted.

But in the moment, it was enough.

***

“We should discuss where this is going.”

Aleena stood with her back to me, adjusting her clothing. Her hands hesitated only a second and then she glanced over her shoulder. “And where is it going, Dominic?”

I miss you
.

The words were right there.

They really were.

I wanted to tell her.

I could even hear myself saying it.

I thought I could even see the way her eyes would soften. She’d reach for me. We could…

The phone rang.

Its shrill ring shattered the silence and I looked away. Neither of us moved to answer it, but it didn’t matter. Clearing my throat, I finished adjusting my clothes. “We both want things outside a business relationship, Aleena. We’d be lying to ourselves if we tried to pretend otherwise.”

Aleena, her back to me, didn’t acknowledge my words.

I wanted to press my lips to the elegant curve where neck gave way to spine.

I wanted to cup my hands around her breasts, pull her against me and tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

Instead, I waited in silence.

“Let’s not lie to ourselves, right, Dominic?” she said, her voice oddly empty.

I had the feeling I was still missing something. “We both want the same thing. Each other.”

“The same thing. Of course.” She nodded and went into the restroom to finish cleaning up.

Something was still wrong. I walked past her as she came out of the bathroom and I closed the door behind me, confused and, despite what had happened, unsatisfied. She was at the table, setting it to rights when I came out of the small restroom.

“Leave it,” I said irritably.

“It won’t take long.” She shrugged and righted a wine glass, placed a plate and a serving dish in its former place. “I—”

“The party at Eddie’s.”

She glanced at me, her lips in a flat line. “Amber has everything ready, of course.”

Out. You know…for a drink. Dinner. We’ve never done that.

Her words from last week rang in my ears. I don’t know why. But they did.

The dull look in her eyes, followed by ice.

Of course, we’re having lunch in. I’d planned on going out, but…well. Fuck that idea.

“I’ve got a number of things to get done before the next appointment arrives,” Aleena said, skirting to go around me. “And I’m sure there are things you need to do.”

I caught her wrist. “I thought perhaps you and I could attend Eddie’s party…together.”

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything more than making a work-required appearance. I wouldn’t want to take away from your fun.”

Pieces fell into place. Every time she’d tried to get us to go out somewhere, I’d shut her down, wanted to stay in. Because I hadn’t wanted to share her. But she didn’t think that. She thought I didn’t want anyone to know we were together.

“I’d prefer to have you there with me the whole time.”

Aleena’s eyes flew to mine and she stumbled, all but crashing into my chest. My arms automatically went out to catch her and I couldn’t help but think how naturally we fit together.

She looked surprised, but still wary. I managed a smile and had to clarify my previous statement. I wasn’t ashamed to be with her, but I wasn’t making some sort of commitment either. “It’s a dinner party, Aleena. We both have to attend. Why not go together?”

Chapter 8

Aleena

Why not go together?

Easy question, right?

Except when I still didn’t know what ‘together’ meant.

Now, after all those days of brooding and wondering why we hadn’t ever gone out on a date, here I was, standing in front of a mirror, brushing makeup onto my eyelids and half-wishing I’d told Dominic to find somebody else.

Somebody like…oh, Penelope Rittenour.

She would have loved to have gone to this party with Dominic. I could practically see her picking out wedding patterns. In the past couple of weeks, Dominic and I had traveled back and forth between New York and Philadelphia so often, I felt like I was running into my own shadow and when I wasn’t running into
my
shadow, I was running into hers.

She seemed to have developed a radar and knew exactly when to be in the New York office, coming in just as we were or leaving a nearby spa just as we happened by. She’d dropped heavy hints about spending a day in Philadelphia and it would be so lovely to have some companionship.

I, of course, had been completely ignored during these conversations. I hadn’t really minded, not wanting to waste the breath it would have taken to speak to her.

The phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts and I took the call, putting Molly on speaker so I could finish my makeup.

“You haven’t gone and chickened out yet?” Molly asked. I chuckled under my breath and Molly laughed. “Come on. You’ve been wanting him to ask you out on a real date and now he’s doing it. Why are you so nervous?”

We’d been up until midnight talking. I’d thought it would help settle the nerves. It hadn’t.

“I don’t know,” I said, sighing. Straightening, I studied my reflection, angling my head left, then right. I’d made an appointment with a stylist the concierge had recommended. I hardly ever bothered paying somebody to do my hair, but this dinner party was important. Besides, I’d hoped the small bit of pampering would make me relax.

It hadn’t.

But at least my hair looked damned good, smooth and straight, pulled up and back into a complicated twist that I’d never have been able to manage on my own. Butterflies, bunny rabbits and buffalos seemed to be dancing around in my belly and I pressed my hand to it, hoping they’d get the point and settle down.

“I should have said no.” Hindsight was such a bitch. “I mean, come on, Moll. He didn’t really ask me
out
. He was pointing out the fact that both of us had to go and that he’d want me there the whole time. Of course he’d need me there. It’s an important business venture.”

“You’re being stupid. Of course you’re both working. If he didn’t want you to think of it as a date or anything, he just wouldn’t have said anything about it. He wanted to make sure
you
knew it was a date and wasn’t planning to bring anybody.” Molly explained everything with the same tone she’d use when talking to an idiot.

Rolling my eyes at the phone, I thought about arguing with her and pointing out all the holes in that argument. But I caught sight of the time. Groaning, I said, “I need to finish getting ready.”

“Oh, please do…hey, I’m hanging up. Wait! Face-time! I wanna see your dress.”

I went to argue, but she’d already hung up. The phone chimed again and when Molly’s face appeared on the phone, I made a face at her.

She wolf-whistled at me when I put the phone back down and turned to get my dress. “Love the panties, Aleena. So much sexier than what you usually wear!”

I ignored her and tugged the dress off the hanger.

I’d found it online a few weeks ago and bought it on a whim. It wasn’t a designer piece—or, well, it was, but not the sort of designer piece that Fawna had taken me shopping for. It was a retro-styled ivory silk wiggle dress and thanks to the built-in shape-wear, it fit like a dream and outlined every curve I had.

It took some wiggling to get into it and I was grimacing by the time I smoothed it into place. “I wonder if that’s where the name for the stupid design came from,” I muttered, turning around and looking into Molly’s grinning face.

“I feel like I should be tucking a dollar into your bra or something,” she said.

“Pervert.” I stuck my tongue out and looked at my reflection. “How do I look?”

“Like some starlet straight out of the glamour days of Hollywood.”

I glanced at the phone and quirked an eyebrow at Molly.

She made a little
X
over her chest. “Cross my heart. You look amazing. I wish I had the
T
and
A
for that sort of style.”

“
T
and
A
?”

“Tits and ass, girl.” Molly wiggled her eyebrows at me. “You’re going to knock him dead.”

Sighing, I went back to studying myself in the mirror. I’d swiped out the chain on my grandmother’s necklace for a slightly longer one, leaving the pendant to nestle between my breasts but I looked…bare. The dress lay low on my shoulders and while my skin glowed softly against the ivory silk, I felt like I needed something else.

I didn’t have anything though.

“Aleena?”

“Yes?” I asked absently.

“Try to have fun, okay?”

“Yeah.” I smiled, but it looked as fake as it felt. This was going to be a disaster. I knew it. “Of course, I’ll have fun.”

***

I had the suite across from Dominic’s.

Our two rooms were the only ones on the top floor. His was the presidential suite, although
palatial
would probably have been more accurate.

Mine wasn’t anything to sneer at though and I wished I’d had the time to appreciate it more, but as it was, the only thing I’d done was collapse on the lake-size bed or collapse into the lake-size Jacuzzi tub or watch TV from the massive couch. That is, when I wasn’t working my ass off, which had been ninety-nine percent of the time.

Right now, I was standing at the window, staring out over the skyline of Philadelphia. It was so different from New York. They were both old cities, but so much of the new in New York had swallowed up the old. In Philadelphia, they blended. Two things that should have been at odds, that shouldn’t have looked right side-by-side, came together in this wonderful, enchanting city.

I pressed a hand to the glass, warmed by the sun and tried to will away the tension knotting my shoulders.

Dominic had told me that he’d like to leave at five. The party started at seven, but he wanted to go over everything with Eddie and have time to get his pieces in position. I wondered if he liked to play chess.

The door to my suite opened. Dominic. He had a copy of my room key. Tucked inside my wallet, I had a copy of his too. Not that I’d felt inclined to use it. Things still felt so unsettled between us.
I felt uneasy and the sensation grew as his gaze settled on the nape of my neck.

Slowly, I shifted my attention to the wavy reflection the window provided. I could just barely see Dominic’s outline, but I didn’t need to see him to know what he was doing. He was watching me. When he started toward me, my heart skipped a beat and then started to race.

He stopped just a few inches behind me and rested a hand on the curve of my waist. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you.”

“Part of me wants to tug on this zipper…”

I shivered as his fingers brushed the tab.

“Peel this dress off of you and bend you over.” Dominic murmured the words into my ear. As he did so, he took one of my hands and pressed it to the glass. “This way…”

He caught the other hand and guided it into place and then nudged me low. “I could take you like this.”

I shuddered as I felt him rub his cock against my covered ass.

“But I think I’ll wait until tonight.”

The hand he’d put on my waist slid around and I gasped when he pressed two fingers against me. Involuntarily, I shuddered and rocked against him, drawing out a slow, startled moan. He rubbed me through my clothing, teasing me, taunting me.

When I started to pant, his motions grew quicker, and panic cut through arousal. Abruptly, I pulled away. Moving a few feet to the side, I looked down at my hands. They were shaking.

“The party,” I reminded him.

He rubbed at his top lip with his right hand, his eyes burning, pupils wide. “The party.” His gaze slid across me, the heat in it so powerful, I felt as though he’d physically ran his hands over me. He reached inside his coat and held out a box. “A gift. I saw your dress and thought you might wear this with it.”

I lowered my eyes and stared at the box. It was flat and white. White velvet, I realized, as I slowly took it from him. I gasped when I flipped open the lid.

What lay inside knocked the breath right out of me.

Diamonds. They sparkled like stars on a bed of gleaming metal and my fingers itched to touch, but I didn’t dare.