The Billionaire's Deal: The Complete Story: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (15 page)

I nod. "Thank you. For everything."

"Good luck."

I stare at her like I don't know what she's talking about.

"With school. It's a lot to consider."

"Right. Of course."

She looks back to the sky. Her body turns away from me. I'm getting the distinct impression she wants to be alone. I know the feeling.

I fight my desire to say another goodbye, turn to the door, and leave.

Downstairs, Blake plays chess against himself. No signs of Fiona.

He glances up at me, most of his attention on the board. "I sent Fiona home in the limo. I'll call us a car whenever you're ready to leave."

"She okay?"

"She will be." He pats the spot next to him. "You want coffee?"

"I want that distraction you promised me."

He smiles. "Your wish is my command."

Chapter Twelve

I get the hang of chess by the end of the second game. Even without his queen, Blake destroys me. The board is picked clear of white pieces except for the scared king cowering the corner.

The tightness in my chest lightens. This is moving so fast. I only met the guy two weeks ago, and we've already set a date for our wedding. It would have been a more believable story if we flew to Las Vegas, but that would defeat the point of his mom witnessing our special day.

She doesn't want us to rush. Can she really want us to lie?

Blake's phone buzzes on the table. His brow furrows. The car is here. I gather my things and follow him outside. Black town car. None of the privacy of his limo. Look at me, complaining I'm not riding home in a limo. No, that's not it. I want to be alone with Blake. I want to surrender to him. To lose myself to the sensations he's creating in my body.

I step into the car. Purse in my lap, hands folded over it. Blake gives instructions to the driver. No traffic now. It's late. We'll be in his apartment soon.

God, I always thought I was a patient person. But there's an itch inside me, and it needs to be scratched. Blake is on the other side of the car, middle seat between us, but he might as well be on another planet. It's not like I've ever had a clue what he was thinking. I'm sure I never will. But if he were closer. He could be touching me properly. Something.

The car pulls onto the main road. Blake's eyes pass over me. Examining me again. He leans closer, so his mouth is hovering over my ear. His breath is warm. It sends a shiver down my spine. All the parts of my body that want attention wake up. They're screaming now. They're desperate.

His lips press into my neck. Sensation whirs inside me. It's soft. He kisses from my ear to my collarbone.

His fingers skim the neckline of my dress. "Unzip that."

"But." I nod to the driver.

"Now."

"And if I don't?"

He grabs at the bottom of my dress and pulls it up my thighs. His nails follow suit, sharp against my skin. "Unzip it now."

His eyes are intense. Wow. I almost forgot how damn commanding he is. I reach behind me and pull the zipper down to my ass.

"Take it off."

I blush. The driver is right there. He can hear us. See us in the rear view mirror probably.

"Don't make me ask again."

I slide the straps off my shoulders. The dress falls to my waist. "Is that enough?"

"The bra." He looks me over. His tongue slides over his lips.

I can't make him ask again. I unhook my bra. The driver is right there. He's about to see my breasts and God knows what else. Still, there's something about Blake's expression. I need to do as he says. That's our deal.

I pull the bra off and throw my shoulders back. Proud. Sexy. Something like that.

His eyes go wide. "Gorgeous."

I'm blushing. Shit. I shift. It's not the most graceful thing, sitting in the backseat of a car with your top off.

Blake undoes his seatbelt. He moves into the middle seat and presses his lips into mine. He palms my breasts, rubbing my nipples with this thumbs. They harden instantly. Every motion stirs up all the desire inside me. Need. Blake. Now. It's the only thing my body knows. Only thing it's ever known.

He takes my hand and places it on his thigh. God, it's good to touch him. His legs are muscular. Strong. He leads me, dragging my hand until it's pressed over his erection.

Stupid slacks. In the way again. Fabric and I are destined for a combative relationship. He releases control of my hand. His mouth moves to my ear. He bites me, harder and harder until I yelp.

Harder.

Little bursts of pain shoot through me. It's all such a wonderful mix. Pain. Pleasure. Blake. Whatever he wants to do to me, whatever he wants from me, it's his.

"Unzip me," he says.

Holy crap. I'm going to get to touch him? My heart races. My breath speeds until I'm nearly panting. I fumble over his belt. Finally, I get it. Undone. I pull down his zipper. Careful. I hear there's nothing worse than getting one of these stuck.

I press my hand against him. Boxers in the way. Always something. But, still, that's Blake. Desire shoots through me. I need to feel him properly. I slide my hand over him.

He grabs my wrist, nails sinking into my skin. "Not until I tell you."

Objections whir inside me, but that isn't how this works. He's in charge.

He sinks his teeth into my neck. "Hands at your sides."

Fine. I press my hands against the back of the seat. He bites me again. Pain shoots through me, waking up every nerve in my body. Yes. I need this. He nips at the skin on my chest. Almost.

His lips brush against my nipple. It's the lightest touch. Somehow more intense for it. My sex pangs with want. Desperate for release. Desperate for him. Just plain desperate.

He sucks on my nipple. No softness. It's so hard it hurts. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, and this little hint of plain. It all whirs around inside me. Wow.

He bites me. I groan and reach for his thigh. He grabs my wrist and slams it against the seat.

"Hands at your sides." His voice is heavy.

Blake wants me, but he's in control. In control of this. In control of his lust.

He returns his attention to my nipple. He bites hard. Harder than he has before. I groan. I fight my instinct to grab onto him. He bites me again.

A mix of pleasure and pain shoots through me. No touching him though. I keep my hands at my sides. I tug at my dress instead. Arch my back instead. I have to do something to contain the sensation or I'm going to scream.

He toys with me, biting harder, softer, harder. Testing me. I dig into the fabric of my dress. I moan. I don't touch him. God, I want to touch him, but he'll only make me wait longer.

He moves to my other nipple and teases it the same way. Pain shoots through me. There's such a tension in my sex. I need his hands. I need his cock. I need all of him.

Blake glances up at me, holding my gaze as he flicks his tongue against my nipple. His eyes are so heavy with lust. It only spurs me on.

Dammit. I still can't touch him. I dig my hands into my thighs but it's really not the same.

He releases me. Shifts back to his previous seat. His eyes connect with mine. He wraps his fingers around my wrist. Yes. Hell. Yes. He places my hand on his thigh.

Slow. I have to go slow this time.

He guides my hand up his thighs, under his boxers, around his cock. Want stirs inside me. I wrap my hands around him. That's Blake. My heart races until I can't keep up.

I look at him. My first good look, really. He's as big as he felt. I rub my thumb over his tip and he lets out a groan.

He grabs me by the hair, his palm flat against the back of my head. He wants me to... I lick my lips reflexively. He nods as if to give me permission.

I plant one hand on his thigh. He guides me into position. My heart beats faster and faster. I'm about to give Blake head in the back of a car. I must have lost my damn mind.

Want pangs in my sex. No, this is perfect. Exactly what I need.

I wrap my hand around his cock, wiping a drop of pre-come from the head. I brush my lips against him. The skin is soft but he's so damn hard.

I take him into my mouth. The tip, to start. He tastes good. Salt and something uniquely Blake. His hands go to my hair. He tugs at it. Hard.

A pang of want goes to my sex. The man is driving me out of my mind, and he's only touching my hair.

I slide my tongue around the tip. Something about it feels so good. It's exactly where I should be. I suck on him. His hips buck. He guides me over his cock.

Blake's groan fills the car. The driver must be looking, but hell if I care. That sound is music. That sound is poetry.

His hands tighten in my hair. He guides my mouth over him, from the tip until as deep as I can go. I follow his motions as he shifts his hips, thrusting into my mouth. He tugs at my hair. It sends little pangs of pain and pleasure around my body. Everything else is a blur.

He tastes good. He feels good in my mouth. I suck on him. Run my tongue along every inch of his cock, testing his reactions. He shudders as I flick my tongue against his tip. Perfect. I do it again. Again. Again. He tugs at my hair. Hard then even harder. It spurs something inside me.

I slide my mouth over him and suck as hard as I can. He guides me. His hips move faster. His hands press against my head, holding me against him. Deeper. Deeper.

He groans. "Kat, I'm going to..."

I suck harder. He tugs at my hair, shuddering and groaning. Harder. Deeper. I dig my free hand into his thigh.

He fills my mouth as he comes. I catch every drop, swallowing when he's done.

"Amazing," he groans.

Something in Blake relaxes as I return to my seat. The car slows to pull onto an off ramp. Damn. Time really flies when you're preoccupied.

I reach for my bra but Blake grabs my wrist.

"Take off the rest of your dress."

Desire shoots through me. I lift my hips to slide it to my feet. Nothing but panties now.

"Those too."

I slide the panties to my feet. They fall over my dress

Blake reaches for my coat and slings it over my shoulders.

I slide it all the way on and clasp all the buttons. Nothing under the coat but me.

God only knows what he has in store for me.

***

This is the slowest elevator ride of my life. I press myself into the corner and hold the coat closed as tightly as I can. Blake fingers the bottom of the coat. He's so very close.

An older woman is riding with us. Very prim and proper. It's an expensive upper west side building. Everyone is prim and proper.

The elevator slows to a stop. Doors open. She gives us a long, disapproving look and steps into the hallway. Doors close. We're alone. There's a camera in the ceiling, but we're otherwise alone.

Blake shifts so he's in front of me. So he's blocking the view of the security camera. He undoes the buttons of my coat. It slides open, exposing my naked front. My mouth goes dry. Want collects inside me. There's something about being on display. It's exhilarating.

He runs his fingertips down my body. Lips. Neck. Chest. Stomach. They stop just below my belly button. Almost. Come on.

Patience. Such an ugly word. I absolutely despise it. His eyes are on mine. Same intense expression. How the hell does he stay so in control at times like these? It should be impossible.

Ding. Penthouse floor. Blake's floor. His apartment takes up the entire floor.

We step into the hallway. He shifts the coat off my shoulders, taking it into his hands. My heart thuds. I'm naked in the damn hallway. It's not like anyone can see us. You need a key card to access this floor.

He slides his key into the door. Click. It opens, and I step inside. Dark except for the city lights in the windows. I cover myself with my arms. It's a reflex. Blake pries my arms apart.

"Hands at your sides. I want to look at you."

My breath hitches. I've been on display the whole time I've known Blake, but this is another thing entirely. He stares at me, his eyes wide with lust. He likes what he sees. He likes looking at me.

"Turn around," he says.

I do. My heart speeds. It's such a strange sensation. I'm exposed. Vulnerable. But I like it. I like him looking at me, thinking about me, wanting me. My sex pangs. So much looking. Touching is better. So much better.

He moves closer. I feel his body behind mine. His lips on my neck. His hands on my ass. My synapses fire. His fingertips skim my sex. Yes. Hell yes.

"Turn around," he says.

I do. I slide my arms around his neck and press my lips into his. No objections, he kisses back. It's harder than before. He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me. I hook my legs around him and squeeze my thighs against his waist in a desperate bid to stay upright.

He carries me to the bedroom and throws me onto the bed. My back thuds against the firm foam mattress. An impact but it doesn't hurt. The only thing that hurts is how badly I need release.

No playing around this time. Blake pins me to the bed. The weight of his body sinks into mine. He's heavy and warm. His cock is straining against his slacks, pressing against my cunt. Fabric again. It's become quite the adversary.

He reaches for something. A length of rope with a cuff at the end. An under the bed restraints system. He cuffs my hand and squeezes the rope tight. Then the other hand. My upper body is held in place. I can't move an inch.

Blake drags his lips over my body. The same route his fingers took. Mouth. Neck. Chest. Stomach. Just below my belly button. His breath is warm against me. His mouth is inches from my sex. So. Damn. Close.

He nips at my inner thigh. I shift my hips, desperately trying to make contact. He ignores my plea, dragging his lips all the way to my ankle. He undoes the buckle of my shoe and slides it off my foot. Then there's something else around my ankle.

Rope. Another cuff. He removes my other shoe.

My breath hitches. My heart races. Nerves rise up in my stomach. He's tying my ankles down. I'll be utterly immobile and utterly at his mercy.

Blake cuffs my other ankle. I shift, testing the restraints. They're tight. I have a few inches of wiggle room at best.