The Billionaire Dating Game: A Romance Novel (17 page)

“Well, you were laying there on the massage table, and I thought—”

“You are not a professional massage therapist!”

“You didn’t seem to notice.” He grinned.

“Get—get out of here! You are not allowed to be in here! This is relaxation day!”

“I thought I was doing a great job of relaxing you,” Piers said. He slid his hand up my thigh and I swatted it away. “Ow!”

“Get out of here before anyone comes in!”

“Is that what you’re worried about? There’s a sign outside the door that says not to disturb.” Piers shifted closer to me, and I shimmied back, almost falling off of the massage table.

“And if someone walks in and your head is buried between my thighs?” Even saying it made a blush rise to my throat. “I’m sure a sign on the door will help—”

“I’ll only use my hands, if you’re worried about that.” Piers grinned.

“I don’t… I don’t—”

“You don’t want this?”

I was at the edge of the table, and Piers’ hand was skimming along my exposed upper thigh. His fingers mesmerized me the same way they had the first time I’d seen him, when he was playing the piano. Those were the fingers that had cupped my chin when he first kissed me.

Those were the fingers that had been inside me.

All of the air in the room was gone, and I sucked in a deep breath. All of my nerves were vibrating as his fingers stroked my skin at the hip. Soft strokes, gentle strokes.

“Piers, what are you doing?” It was meant to be a bold question, but it came out as a whisper.

“Helping you relax,” he said. “Don’t you want to relax?”

“I—I…”  I couldn’t think. The way he was touching me made my words jumble up on my tongue. He was so close to me, and I was so naked, vulnerable. I didn’t feel scared, though. I felt safe. And completely, one hundred percent aroused.

“Lie down,” Piers said. His fingers kept moving, always moving, lightly skimming my skin. The ache inside me surged up as he paused near the inside corner of my hip. I swallowed.

“Piers—”

“I’m sorry about not calling you before. I should have. I just didn’t know what to say.”

He hadn’t known what to say. What a ridiculous excuse. But his fingers paused on the top of my hipbone, and my heart thudded against my chest. He looked so sincere.

“Apology accepted,” I said. “So what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. I can’t help myself.” He shrugged slightly, his face full of desire.

“It was just supposed to be one time. Just a little bit of fun, you said.” My words were hesitant, stumbling. I didn’t want him to agree with me.

“You said it was a mistake. Was it, Lisa?”

I blinked. His face was open, completely open, the same way he’d opened up to me the first night. He looked… vulnerable.

“
No.
” The word was a whisper.

No, it wasn’t a mistake. It was the best orgasm—
orgasms
—that I’d ever experienced. But there was something inside me that made me hesitate to give into the feeling that rushed through my blood. It seemed like too much. I couldn’t get involved with a guy like this. There was too much going on with him—the celebrity, the show, the fact that I had to write up an article about this at the end of it all. It all felt overwhelming.

“You can lie down and let me finish your massage,” Piers said, his voice a breath on my shoulder. “Or I’ll call Thomas back in to finish. I don’t think he’ll do as good a job as I will, though.”

He smiled at me, and my heart twisted.

“Just one massage?” I asked. I wanted more, but I knew I couldn’t have more. We were already playing with fire.

“Just one massage,” he echoed, his eyes twinkling green and blue in the low light.

“Okay,” I said.

“On your back,” he ordered softly. I turned, flushing as my naked body was exposed for him to see.

What was I thinking? This was insane. I almost stopped him right then. I almost told him to leave. If I’d had an ounce more willpower, I would have.

Then I remembered how he’d made me feel before, and my whole being surged with desire. I closed my eyes instead. If I didn’t see myself naked, it would be okay. God, I was such a coward.

“Perfect,” he said. I trembled as he laid his hands on my shoulders. “Absolutely perfect.”

I waited for his touch to move, but at first he only massaged my shoulders. My muscles began to relax again. My nerves settled back, and even the tight coil inside of me unwound. The Chinese wind flutes played softly.

When he finally moved his hands down, I let out a soft gasp. Both of his hands cupped my breasts, slowly circling and squeezing. His strong palms slid over my oily skin, and I felt my whole body heat up as he slid his thumbs over my nipples.

“Do you like that?” he asked, rolling one nipple until it grew hard under his fingers. I bit my lip. The sensation sent bursts of electric pleasure outward through my nerves.

“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes still closed.

He kept massaging my breast with one hand. With the other hand, he moved down, down past my stomach. His palm glided over my hip and slid down between my thighs. A moan caught in my throat as I arched up to meet his hand.

He pressed me back down onto the table.

“You have to stay still,” he said, a teasing lilt in the low notes of his voice. “This is supposed to be relaxing.”

I could have ripped his head off if he hadn’t started stroking me then, slow gliding strokes on either side of my slit. His thick fingers slid down, parting right before they touched me. I chewed my lip and forced myself to be still, urgent need pulsing through me.

“Imagine your body as a being of energy,” he said. “Imagine the chi flowing through your veins, beating outward with your heart.”

I sucked in a breath as he grazed the swollen flesh with his fingers.

“Imagine every part of your body as a million particles of light—”

“Piers,” I said, inhaling tightly as he slid his fingers down my oily skin, just on the outside edges of my wet and aching slit. “What in the hell are you talking about?”

“I had a roommate in college who did Reiki massage,” Piers said. “This is how he made people relax.”

“He must—
ah!
—must have been a hit with the ladies,” I hissed through my teeth, as Piers pressed deeply on either side. My hips tilted upward into his touch.

“Just imagine energy flowing through your body, okay? Relax.”

“I am relaxing. It’s just that Reiki sounds like kind of some hippy-dippy—o
hhh
!”

I moaned softly. His hand had cupped my breast, his thumb moving in slow circles around my nipple. His other hand moving in slow strokes, down where I was hollow with need.

“Good,” he whispered. “Perfect.”

I forced myself to breathe deeply, in and out. Every inhale was a stroke upward, and every exhale was a stroke down. Despite his attempts at Reiki, though, I could feel the energy inside me, and it wasn’t flowing smoothly. It was tensing, clenching my core with every touch of his oiled fingertips.

He stroked me over and over, his fingers coming closer and closer to the most sensitive part of me.

My whole body was beginning to clench. The need was too much. Warmth rippled through my nerves with each stroke, and my fingers scrabbled on the sheet of the massage table.

“Please,” I whispered. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, Piers, oh please—”

That was enough. His fingers slid down, thrusting into me. At the same time, he slid his thumb over me, giving my clit one hard stroke.

Heat erupted in my veins, flashing through all of my limbs and setting them afire. I felt the surging ache in me draw closer, tighter. My body arched upward against the table, forcing his fingers into me even deeper.

“
Yes,
” I breathed throatily. “Oh God, Piers, yes, please yes—”

He pinched my nipple so hard I saw white, and I gasped with pleasure. I could feel the thickness of his fingers filling me, and it made me insane with need. Every part of me ached for him. As he rolled my nipple, I squealed and thrashed on the table. I loved it, loved the searing heat that it sent through me. Mostly, though, I loved his fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing down and sending me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

He wasn’t going slowly anymore. His thumb gave my clit short, hard strokes and his thick fingers pumped into me.

I bucked my hips against his hand. It was impossible to control my body like this. I needed relief. I was on the edge and ready to jump.

“Piers—oh yes. Yes!
Yes!
”

He flicked my nipple with his fingers, and at the same time he brought me over the edge with his other hand, his thumb rubbing hard circles into my swollen clit as his thick fingers jammed into me, thrusting deep into my flesh. I clenched around his fingers and bit my lip as the orgasm came screaming through me.

“
Mmmmm!!!
”

I couldn’t let myself scream out, I couldn’t, even though my whole body was being torn apart with pleasure. I arched hard as the crest of the orgasm hit, my body spasming against his hands. My eyes were closed, but I could see white explosions of light as I clenched again and again over his thick hard fingers.

Just one massage. Just one massage.

The last shudders of the orgasm rippled through my body and then I was spent, utterly exhausted, my body hot with sated desire. The air turned chilly in an instant, and I shivered.

“Oh Piers… Piers…” My head lolled back against the massage table.

“Shhh,” he whispered. A sheet came up and I felt him tucking the fabric over my shoulders.

I looked up at him and saw his eyes soften. He was so close that I could feel the heat of his body through the sheet. There seemed to be some connection between us, something vibrating in the space between our bodies. I could tell he sensed it too.

Just one massage.

I glanced down. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. I licked my lips and he shifted his weight.

“Piers?”

“Yes?”

“Did you—did you want…” I trailed off, unsure how to ask him. Right then, I would have let him do whatever he wanted with me. He could stretch my body out, use me in any way. And I wanted it, wanted to give him back some measure of what he had given me.

“I promised only to use my hands,” he said, his voice hoarse. His Adam’s apple bobbed under the dark shadow of his cheeks. He hadn’t shaved yet today, I realized.

“But—”

“I’ve got to get back,” he said, looking away from me. The connection between us broke, falling away. I swallowed.

I didn’t know what was wrong, but I didn’t want to push him. Not now.

I closed my eyes and sank into the melting darkness. Everything shivered around me.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

I felt his weight shift as he leaned forward. He kissed me on the forehead, a light brush of his lips that made my mouth part slightly in anticipation. But that was all he gave me.

“Namaste,” he said, a smile against my skin. “Are you relaxed now?”

“So relaxed,” I murmured.

“Great,” he said. “Then you’ll be more than ready for the next contest.”

I opened one eye and squinted at him.

“What contest?” I asked.

“Flying a fighter jet,” Piers said, standing up from the table.

“Flying a—what? Are you kidding me?”

“See you outside in the spa courtyard,” Piers said, grinning.

I stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds, trying desperately to calm myself. A day of relaxation? Yeah, right.

“This is so not good for my chi,” I mumbled, rolling off of the massage table.

Chapter Eighteen

“So we’ll all be pairing up in partners for the jet fighter contest,” Piers explained. Kate and Julie both glanced over at me. Just like in high school, we’d subconsciously grouped off already into cliques. April and Heidi had turned into best buds after the cocktail party. Rosalita, Mia, and Tanya stood apart from the group: they were definitely the three most beautiful girls in the contest, and Mia was their ringleader.  We were all dressed in jumpsuits, standing on the tarmac of a private airfield.

When we’d been changing into the suits, I’d thought they’d looked awful—they showed every bump and bulge—but Piers and Dylan managed to look like superheros in front of the fleet of fighter jets.

“One of you will be paired with Dylan, and one of you will be paired with me, so five teams.”

At the news that someone would be paired with Dylan, all heads turned toward him. So much for partners.

“Each team will have a flight instructor accompanying them during the flight,” Piers said, gesturing toward the men who were already checking over the jet planes.

“Can we take the flight instructors home with us afterward?” Heidi whispered. “I call dibs on the blond one.”

“Who gets to fly with Dylan?” Mia asked, biting her lip as she looked at him seductively.

“Good question. It’ll be a random draw,” Piers said.

“That’s not fair! The winner of the last contest should get to fly with Dylan,” Tanya said.

“You already got a prize for winning,” Piers pointed out. “You won a gift certificate to the Strand.”

“Ugh,
books
? Who reads books?”

I put my hand on my forehead and tried to keep my eyes from rolling out of my head.

“We can vote on it,” Dylan said. “To make it fairer.”

“Yeah!” Mia said. “A vote!”

Piers slapped his hand over his forehead.

“Fine. We can vote. Let me hand out some paper,” he said, fumbling under his jumpsuit and pulling out a few loose papers from his pocket. “Just write in the name—”

“I can’t fly,” April said.

“You won’t have to do any piloting if you don’t want to,” Piers explained again. “The flight instructor—”

“No, I mean, I can’t fly.” April’s face was pale.

“You’re scared of planes?”

“I’ve only ever been in an airplane once, and I threw up the whole time.”

Everybody instinctively edged away from April, who looked like she was going to puke just thinking about being up in the air.

“You can ride with me,” Dylan said. “I’m a great pilot, don’t worry!”