Billionaire's Love Suite

by Catherine Lanigan

  However, the Lux Hotel had always come in second to the Fairmont Royal York. Shana knew that Justin could not re-write history but he could create a new future for the Toronto Hotel.

  As they walked into the opulent red and gold vestibule, lobby and reception areas, Shana was stunned at the tasteful elegance she saw. This hotel had none of the gaudy trappings she’d seen in New York where Peter Yates had made his home office. The French Bergere chairs, the overly-long down-filled sofas and the Louis XVI occasional chairs were showing signs of needing new slip coverings, but the current fabric choices and colors were impeccable. The walls were a soft yellow-gold that cast a warm glow over the cream and pink veined marble floor. The red, gold and sage green Aubusson rugs were exquisite and she guessed worth a fortune as they looked quite possibly to be originals.

  The chandeliers were delicate antique Venetian crystal and the chic wall sconces were brass torcheres with cream silk shades. Antique crystal vases overflowed with red roses, showy white Casa Blanca lilies and small white calla lilies evoking a feeling of slipping into the past when life was slower and elegance in one’s life mattered.

  Shana was enthralled with the hotel. This property, however, didn’t need revitalizing like the New York hotel, but even so, she felt in sync with the structure.

  Justin led the way as they inspected all the meeting rooms, the ballrooms, the bar, the dining room, the business rooms, the kitchens, the health spa and the roof top domed ceiling lap pool.

  It was nearly nine o’clock before they ended their long day of travel and work. Shana was exhausted but when Justin suggested dinner in the hotel dining room, she happily agreed.

  Justin waved the waiter away and held the gold upholstered chair for her as she sat.

  “Thank you,” Shana said and realized that Justin was still standing behind her. Delicately, he placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them ever so slightly.

  “Thank you, Shana,” he said. “I can’t tell you how much your observations have meant to me today.”

  He leaned down and kissed the top of her head and then seated himself.

  Shana felt as if she’d been burned with a brand. Torrid head shot down her spine and seared its way into her belly. An eruption was occurring inside her that threatened to overcome her. All day she had felt herself being pulled toward Justin like a current. Now that slow-moving force was a riptide. From the plane trip, to the cab ride from the airport and through the tour of the hotel property, she’d brushed shoulders with him, inhaled his cologne and been the recipient of his smiles, his friendly banter and most unnerving of all, his deferment to her suggestions. There was no question in her mind that he was comfortable with her ideas. But with this simple kiss, he was telling her that he liked even more about her.

  It only took a glance at his handsome face for her to remember him naked. She licked her lips and imagined his kiss again. The taste of him. The remembered pressure of his mouth against hers nearly drove her insane.

  Justin was talking to her, but she couldn’t hear him. All she heard were the echoes of the sound of his breathing when they’d kissed before. For the first time, she wished she had resigned. She wished right now she was anything but his employee. She would give the world to be able to get out of her chair, move over to him and kiss him the way she’d dreamed about every night since they met.

  Instead, she struggled through the heady haze in her mind to answer his question. “Pardon me?”

  “I asked if you’d like one of your chocolate martinis?”

  “I’ll have two.”

  ***

  Dinner had been an epicurean’s dream of smoked Scottish salmon, steamed baby vegetables and a crème brulee that surpassed anything Shana had ever tasted.

  Justin had kept the dinner conversation personal by telling her about coming to this hotel with his mother when he’d been very young. Shana was greatly impressed with the loving remarks he made about his mother and she commented on the special relationship they’d had.

  When she remarked about the elegance of the hotel décor, Justin told Shana that this hotel had been the only one his mother had designed. The color choices and fabrics had been all her doing when the hotel had undergone an enormous renovation in 1989 right before her death.

  They finished dinner with an expensive cognac. Justin took a moment to speak with the chef and thanked the staff before holding her chair for her.

  She rose and though her back was to him, she could feel his body heat radiating toward her as if she were being drawn to him by an ethereal force. Her head reeled with the sensuous vibes she felt from him and she stumbled.

  Justin caught her. “You okay?”

  “Must be the cognac.”

  “Or the chocolate martini,” he said putting his arm around her shoulder. “Here. Just lean into me. The staff will never know you can’t hold your liquor.”

  She started to protest but then thought better of it. What would she say? It’s you, not the booze that’s got me unbalanced? The trouble was that she all too easily melded into his side like she was part of him.

  They walked through the Art Deco embossed brass elevator doors. Shana had started to move away from him now that she had a rail to hang onto, but he only pulled her closer. “It’s okay,” he said as his fingers pressed more deeply into her shoulder sending shooting flames of desire through her. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my most valuable asset.”

  “You think I’m valuable?” Shana asked as she looked up at him in surprise.

  His eyes captured her. His penetrating gaze was like some kind of mind-altering drug. Suddenly, she didn’t know where she was or what was happening. She felt light and dizzy as if her soul had just escaped her body, rather like a balloon that had just deflated.

  “Verrry,” he said slowly while peering at her with his devilish blue eyes.

  Shana knew now how he’d had so many women. He’d bewitched them all just as she was right now. She stared at his luscious mouth willing it to meet with hers. She had to taste him.

  “That’s why I’m going to fire you,” he said in low sensual tones.

  Shana missed the beat. She was so concentrated on her need to kiss Justin that her mind didn’t compute what he was saying. “What? Why?”

  Using his forefinger, he lifted her chin and moved her face close to his, and said, “Because I couldn’t do this if you were my employee.”

  His mouth shaped to hers in an eagerness that Shana had never known. It was primordial and filled with an aching need so powerful, Shana lost all thoughts of herself. All she knew now was that he wanted her and it was enough.

  His tongue drove into her mouth and slid across her interior claiming the territory. One moment he caressed her tongue, the next minute he was stabbing her as if he were at war with himself. Shana flushed from head to toe beneath her clothes. Desire flamed and then combusted. She raised her arms and put them around his neck to keep him close. She wanted to keep him from leaving. She kissed him back with a passion she hadn’t known existed. She invaded his mouth with her tongue, sliding over his full lips and tasting cognac and Justin. As their tongues danced with each other, Shana sank her fingers into Justin’s nape and that was when she discovered he was covered in goose bumps.

  She was stunned to know that she had caused such a strong reaction in him. He was the man who’d known dozens of women. He could have had anyone he wanted, but at this moment, he was hers.

  His breath came hard as if he were rising too quickly from the deep sea as he pulled away from Shana’s mouth. He toyed with her lower lip, capturing it between his teeth. He’d meant for the ploy to break the plundering mood he was in, but instead the honey taste of Shana drove him to recklessness. He slanted his mouth over hers again as he sucked in a deep breath. Again, she kept him from invading her mouth with his tongue, and sought to attack him instead. Fingers of hot flame licked his insides, stroking him until he thought he would go insane.

  She molded herself to him
reminding him of her luscious body. He pulled her closer until they were breast to breast, pelvis to pelvis. Skillfully, Justin ended her assault and became the master. He plowed her with fervent kisses until he realized she was breathless. He ground his erection into her pelvis and rather than being startled or moving away, she met his rhythmic rotations with those of her own.

  An odd awareness of privation filled Justin. He suddenly felt as if he were bereft of life itself. It was as if this woman was the key to the bounty he sought. He’d felt want before, but it had never been like this. Justin had always prided himself on his ability to control every situation including himself. But with Shana, he was not the marauder. Rather than being repelled, he was fascinated. He knew this notion was fleeting and once he’d taken her to bed and his need fulfilled, his world would be just as it had been before.

  “Justin,” she muttered as she slowly released his mouth. “I don’t think…”

  “That’s good. Don’t think. Not tonight.”

  He closed his eyes and kissed her again with so much potency Shana succumbed. God help her, she wanted the kiss to go on forever. She didn’t care if she was number five hundred and six on his list. His kiss was worth it. She doubted if anyone in the world could kiss like Justin. If he hadn’t already been a billionaire, she figured he could sell his kisses and still be one of the wealthiest men alive.

  The elevator doors opened to the top floor where their two suites were located.

  Tearing himself away, Justin laid his cheek next to Shana’s as they both stared at the open doors. “I had the bell captain take your bag to your room.”

  Shana was reluctant to release him, but the moment was broken. She wondered if she would ever get it back.

  “Thank you,” she said turning her head and looking up at him. “So, what time do we fly out in the morning?”

  Justin’s lips turned up in a mischievous smile. “When I want.”

  “Oh.”

  Justin slid his arm under hers, brushing her breast as he did. “I’ll walk you to your door.”

  They left the elevator and walked the short distance to Shana’s room. She dug into her purse and handed him her room key card. He opened the door and held it for her. Shana walked into the lavishly decorated room with its view of downtown Toronto. The city lights glimmered in the indigo night like a sea of florescent tropical fish.

  “It’s lovely,” Shana said with an intake of breath. “And so romantic.”

  “I’m glad you think so,” Justin replied coming into the room.

  She turned and saw the door close behind him. “Am I re-hired?”

  “Not yet,” he said in raspy, throaty tones that sent shockwaves of anticipation throughout Shana’s body.

  “That’s what I thought,” she said as he captured her mouth in a blistering kiss.

  Shana wanted to be the aggressor, but he was too much for her. His hands were splayed across both her breasts and she was stunned at the heat she felt from them. Once again, she felt him shiver beneath her kiss. His reaction spurred her on. She removed her fingers from his nape where they’d curled around his velvety locks and she began to untie his silk tie. Though she didn’t want to break the kiss, she wanted to see Justin naked even more. Sliding her hands across his shirt front she could feel his pectoral muscles bunched with tension. She eased her hands under his jacket lapels and pushed the cashmere fabric from his body. The jacket fell in clump on the patterned carpet. Eagerly, she unbuttoned his shirt and mercifully, she placed her hands on his bare chest. Since the day they’d first met and through all her night dreams about Justin, she hadn’t actually believed she would ever find herself alone in a bedroom with him. She was living her own fantasy. And already, it was far more intense than she had ever imagined.

  She wasn’t sure if it was the chocolate martinis or the cognac that had abolished her inhibitions, her control or her common sense, but at this moment, she didn’t care. She only wanted to be the heroine of her own story.

  Shana was utterly concentrated on freeing Justin from his clothing that she didn’t realize her own were clustered on the floor at her feet. His hands were expertly unhooking her pink French lace bra. It fluttered to the floor like a dying bird.

  “Shana,” he said her name through staccato breaths as if he’d been running a marathon. His heart slammed at a beat so strong he felt as if his temples would burst into flame. Justin had always prided himself on crystal clear memory. He thought he’d remembered every facet about Shana’s luscious body, but he realized now, he’d only had a glimpse. Even though he’d touched her, he hadn’t realized how incredibly soft her skin was. He hadn’t realized how voluptuous and pillow-soft her breasts were. A man could get lost in her breasts alone, he thought as he continued to sink his fingers into her ivory flesh. When his hands had finally met satiation, he clamped his eager mouth over her breast and teased the nipple with his tongue until it was taut.

  She was sweet to the taste, and as he breathed in her intoxicating natural scent he lost what was left of his mind. Justin felt himself on a downward erotic spiral into oblivion with no safety net, no savior in sight. And he didn’t give a rat. The only thought in his consciousness that remained was taking Shana completely. Only then would he be saved from himself.

  The moan Shana heard had somehow escaped from her own throat. She sank her hands into his thick hair and pressed him further into her breast. Spirals of electric sensations shot to her core. Standing in her high heels and lace panties she felt sinful and reckless and free. He tugged and pulled on her nipple creating explosions of heat inside her that were so intense, her knees went weak. Somehow, he managed to hold her up. Justin then went to work on her other breast and by the time he finished, Shana was thoroughly squishy inside.

  With his tongue he created a trail of liquid fire from her breast to her throat. Shana didn’t know when she’d last taken a breath, but despite the burning in her lungs, she didn’t dare move and risk the end to the cluster of tiny vibrant explosions taking place inside her.

  Justin plumbed her mouth with his tongue. Shana breathed in his breath and kept him inside. Slipping her hands down his rock hard chest, across the dark curls and further down his belly, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his wool slacks. They fell to the floor with a whoosh.

  Justin stepped out of his slacks, swooped Shana into his arms and carried her to the bed. Gently, he placed her on top of the white sateen sheets, which had been turned down by the night staff. He turned away for a moment, took off his shoes and socks and peeled off his black briefs.

  As he leaned up to turn off the bedside lamp, Shana stole a look at his engorged penis. Justin looked at her just as she glanced down at him.

  “Happy?” he asked impishly.

  Her eyes were wide as she looked into his face. “Very.”

  Justin moved over her and placed his elbows on either side of shoulders. In the shadows she could still see smoky sensuality in his blue eyes. His voice was husky as he spoke to her between the kisses he planted on her forehead, eyelids, cheeks and mouth. “You feel so good,” he groaned as he inhaled deeply. He ringed the shell of her ear with his tongue and the sensation gave Shana goose bumps.

  “You shivered,” he said licking her throat at her pulse point.

  “You did, too,” she replied with raspy breaths.

  “Never.”

  “Earlier…” Shana was about to continue the argument when she felt him slide his penis between her legs. Adroitly, he placed himself between her folds and stroked her wet bud. Shana was instantly on fire. She stopped breathing. Her muscles tensed and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. Her short nails scraped his skin ever so slightly eliciting an animalistic groan from deep in his throat.

  She arched her hips and flung her head deeper into the goose-down pillow. He continued to ply her with himself until she was gasping for air. Shana knew she was on the verge of explosion when suddenly, he stopped.

  She was about to protest when she felt his hand
s pull her thighs wide apart. She was completely open to him.

  “You are beautiful,” he moaned. “Every bit of you is beautiful.”

  With his fingers he splayed her wide apart so that she was accessible to his expert machinations. Shana was so totally under his control that she had no choice but to surrender to him.

  His tongue flitted over and across her ignited bud causing every cell in her body to riot. Stroking, probing, flicking his tongue over her most precious points, Justin caused Shana to wiggle and squirm beneath him. She sank her fingers into his hair and held his head steady as she writhed against his tongue. Wrapping her legs around his shoulders, she tilted her hips up to him for more pleasuring.

  She yelped, cried and screamed as one orgasm after another assailed her. She grabbed the extra down pillow and put it over her mouth as she was certain every person from Toronto to British Columbia could hear her.

  She tossed the pillow away and sucked in her breath, filling her lungs with blissful air. She believed his attack was over. She was wrong.

  Gingerly, Justin slid his finger inside her while still exerting pressure on her bud with his tongue. Shana felt her entire body turn to hot liquid. Somehow her bones and muscles had melted into the flow of searing lava she had morphed into. Justin had done this. And he was still doing it.

  Then she felt two fingers probing her. Then three. He filled her and stroked her with incredible, wondrous precision that caused the volcano inside her to explode.

  The scream of pleasure that escaped her mouth had barely crossed her lips when Justin moved over her and clamped his mouth over hers taking her ecstasy inside him, drinking it, hoarding it selfishly.

  Feeling her moist entrance with his tip, he teased her and then sank into her with his entire length. With agonizing slowness, he withdrew his length and then plunged into her over and over. Shana’s heart banged inside her chest like a prisoner in a cage demanding freedom and knowing the pursuit was in vain. With his thumb he continued to ply her center, stroking a heat that felt as if it would incinerate them both. Sliding deeper and faster, Justin placed his mouth against Shana’s ear and nibbled her lobe.