Right Billionaire, Wrong Wedding (Sexy Billionaires)

by Victoria Davies

  “I swear to god I’ll never try to cook again.”

  “Your future dinner guests thank you.”

  “Tease.” He kissed her again, his hands sliding down her body.

  Allison inhaled as his questing fingers dipping under her shirt. The skin to skin contact sent a thrill through her body, igniting the fires higher. It made her want to return the favor and rip the grey sweater from his body. Who needed a bed? At the moment, she was more than happy to make do with the cool tile floor.

  “I need to see you,” he breathed.

  “That’s not very specific,” she replied. “After all, I’m right here.”

  “All right,” he said, stepping up to the challenge. “I want you naked, spread out under me. I want to see your head tossed back in pleasure as I sink into you. I want to hear you scream my name as I give you the most earth-shattering orgasm of your life.”

  “Big words.”

  His grin was utterly, decadently wicked. “Trust me, I’ll live up to them.”

  She leaned back to examine him as he stood pressed tight between her thighs. “Do you have a bed in this mansion, Mr. King?”

  Gripping her legs, he pulled her down from the counter. “If you can contain yourself until we get there.”

  A slow smile curved her lips at the taunt before she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one swift move. “I make no promises.”

  His blue eyes turned nearly black with desire. An answering need coursed through her seeing him stare at her with such desperation. She’d never thought of herself as a particularly sexy woman, but right now, with him, her inner Siren came to life.

  “This way?” she asked, walking backward toward one of the open doors.

  Darian stalked after her, his eyes never leaving her body.

  Darkness washed over her as she stepped into the hall, leaving the light of the kitchen behind.

  He reached for her, and she went eagerly into his arms. The heat of his hands against her naked back fueled her craving. All she longed for was to feel his skin against hers. Gripping his sweater, she did her best to tug it over his head, only to lose her balance. Together they fell against the wall, groaning at the harsh contact. The pain barely registered as she won her battle with the sweater and tugged it free. Letting it drop to the floor, she twined her arms around his bare shoulders. Darian’s hands ran over her body and pinned her to the wall.

  “I want you right here,” he whispered into her ear.

  She gasped when he gripped her hips and pulled her roughly against his erection. “Have a thing for unconventional places, do you? No judgment.”

  He groaned. “Fine,” he said, running his lips down her throat. “Get us to a bed. But I’m warning you, we might not make it.”

  Laughing, she pushed away from the wall and ran toward the stairs, but then he caught her around the waist and twirled her back into his arms.

  “Bed,” she gasped as he cupped her breasts.

  “Floor,” he replied, his fingers flicking over the material of her bra to find her nipples.

  She tried to pull him along with her as she staggered up the first few steps. She got to the middle of the stairs before his hand trailed down her legs, hiking up her skirt.

  “Living dangerously,” she groaned, pressing herself back against the wall.

  Darian merely laughed from his lower vantage point. “So pretty,” he murmured, trailing his fingertips up the inside of her thigh. His fingers hooked around her black panties and he tugged them down victoriously.

  “Come on,” she said, staggering. “You know how many accidents happen on stairs?”

  “Really?” he asked, his fingers inching toward the junction of her legs. “Better sit down then.” He touched her lightly, only enough to send sparks of pleasure through her body.

  Allison’s knees gave out and she collapsed inelegantly on the steps. “This is not the— Oh!”

  Darian had grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. Before she could continue her protests, he lowered his head between her thighs and traced her folds with his tongue.

  “Darian,” she cried. Her fingers dove into his dark hair, but she couldn’t decide if she wanted to push him away or urge him on.

  He licked her clit slowly, teasingly. She twisted on the stairs, biting her lip to control the sensations he invoked.

  “You should stop,” she said, but they both knew her words held no heat. Instinctively, Allison opened her legs wider, giving him more room. He eagerly played with her, slipping one torturous finger into her wet slit.

  Allison cried out from the pleasure. She panted heavily when his finger began to stroke inside her. Unable to stop herself, she rocked her pelvis against his sinful mouth.

  Wordless cries tore from her mouth as she felt pressure build within her. Each lap of his tongue, each skillful brush of his fingers, brought her closer and closer to climax.

  “Don’t stop,” she said in a direct countermand to her previous order.

  He didn’t bother replying, merely slid a second finger into her.

  “God,” she gasped.

  It was the light scrape of his teeth against her clit that sent her over the edge. “Darian,” she cried, coming apart in his arms. Her orgasm crashed over her. The stairs whirled around her, pleasure suffusing every cell in her body.

  Darian raised his head to watch her, a satisfied smile on his face. “What a beautiful sight,” he murmured, holding her steady.

  There was no hiding her panting breath as she tried to get her body back under control. “That was incredible.”

  “Told you so,” he replied, pride in his voice.

  “I think I like the side of you that likes doing naughty things in inappropriate places.”

  “Just think of all the other places we could play,” he purred. “After the bed.”

  “Moving is so not an option right now,” she said, molding into the steps. Her limbs were nothing but sated mush. The idea of standing right now was ludicrous.

  “But there’s so much more to come,” he murmured, trailing his lips over her shoulder. “You’re not even properly undressed.”

  “And whose fault is that? I was totally trying to climb these stairs when you pulled me back.”

  “Not a decision I regret,” he said. A shiver ran through her as the tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “I have a big, comfy bed just waiting for you.”

  She groaned at the words.

  “Don’t you want me inside you, Ali?”

  Desire shot through her body, an occurrence she would have thought impossible.

  “The night is just getting started,” he whispered into her ear. “All you have to do is stand up.”

  Unable to deny him anything, she did her best to push to her feet. She locked her knees to keep from falling over and pushed herself against the wall for support.

  “Up,” Darian urged, his eyes liquid heat.

  Allison gripped the banister and used it to pull herself up the stairs.

  He wrapped an arm around her waist before guiding her down the long hall and into his bedroom.

  “So much better than the stairs,” she told him as she eyed the king-sized bed that stretched before them.

  “Yeah?” He gripped her waist and threw her onto the bed.

  Allison bounced on the soft mattress then rolled onto her back to see him.

  He watched her intently as he undid the buttons of his fly.

  “Perfect,” she said, pushing herself up to enjoy the show.

  He stripped the denim from his body with far more grace than she would have. Did everything the damn man did have to be sexy?

  “You’re turn,” he said, standing before her in only his boxers.

  Without hesitation she rose onto her knees.

  “What should I take off first? This?” she teased, running her fingers along the waist of her skirt to spread across her stomach. “Or this?” Her hands moved upwards to cup her own breasts.

  “B
ra,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  A quick twist of her fingers loosened the clasp. Without any embarrassment, she shred the material from her body.

  “Now those boxers,” she said.

  Darian obviously didn’t need to be asked twice. The underwear was quick to join his discarded jeans.

  She couldn’t help licking her lips as her eyes dropped to his exposed cock.

  “My my,” she purred. Someone was glad to see her.

  “You’ve got one more piece of clothing that needs to disappear,” he said.

  “So I do.” She pulled on the waistband. “Guess that means I win.”

  “If that’s what it will take to get you naked, then I wholeheartedly agree.”

  Rolling onto her back, she wiggled out of the skirt and then tossed it at him. “Someone seems to have made off with my panties,” she said. “That might cause some problems getting dressed tomorrow.”

  He dropped her skirt to the ground and crawled onto the bed. The heat in his eyes burned her with his need. An answering desire rose within her. One she wanted to fulfill immediately.

  “So where do you hide the condoms?” she asked. “Sewn into a pillow? Dangling on a string from the ceiling?”

  He laughed as he reached into his bedside drawer. “Nothing so elaborate,” he replied.

  “Let me,” she whispered, taking the condom from his hand.

  She rolled him onto his back and straddled his thighs.

  “Magnificent,” she said, staring at the eager cock that thrust toward her.

  “Glad you approve,” he teased.

  Allison reached out and lightly ran a finger down his impressive length. The smile slipped from his face as his body tightened in pleasure. Continuing in her exploration, she traced the contours of sensitive skin beneath her finger.

  “Ali,” he bit out.

  She ripped open the package then gently unrolled the condom onto his cock, giving it a last, loving squeeze.

  “Dammit,” he panted, reaching out to grab her arms and pull her down to him. “I need to be inside you.”

  Her body jumped in delight. “I didn’t hear a please,” she said, rolling her hips against his straining cock.

  Grabbing her waist, he rolled them both until she lay firmly beneath him. “Careful, angel,” he warned. “Two can play that game.”

  He leaned down to brush his mouth over her nipples, flicking the hardened nubs with his tongue. She gasped with pleasure.

  Sliding a knee between hers, he pushed her legs apart. She wiggled slightly to make room for him between her legs and heard his sharp inhalation.

  “I’m still waiting for that please,” she purred, undulating under him.

  Growling, he bent to kiss her hard. “Pretty damn please,” he rasped.

  “Good boy,” she whispered against his lips, cupping his face between her palms.

  He grabbed her hips and set himself against her entrance before thrusting forward. Allison moaned as he pressed into her.

  “Oh yes,” she groaned. She bent her knees to cradled him between her thighs. The position gave her more leverage to thrust her pelvis up to meet him. They rocked together as delicious waves of pleasure buffeted them.

  “My Ali,” he groaned, straining against her.

  She bit her lip as her body clenched with need. Sensations drowning her, fraying her already tattered control. The feel of his hot skin beneath her fingers, the scent of his cologne wrapping around her, the pleasure of his body moving inside hers threatened to overwhelm her. It was too much and yet not nearly enough.

  She needed every bit of him she could get.

  I hope this never ends.

  She wrapped her arms around him to hold him tight even though he was deep within her body. Closing her eyes, she tried to memorize the incredible feelings he inspired within her.

  “More,” she urged, arching under him.

  He latched onto a breast, sucking her as he stroked inside her. She cried out in wordless need. Faster and faster she raised her hips, needing the mind-blowing pleasure only he could give her.

  “More,” she gasped, biting his shoulder.

  “Now,” he grit, grabbing her hips and driving into her frantically. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

  The endearment pushed her over the edge. Allison screamed as she climaxed. She heard Darian’s cry join hers and held onto him tight as bliss washed over every cell in her body.

  They held each other as their bodies twitched and twisted. When the orgasm faded, she curled into his arms. Lying beside him in the cooling sheets. This was what she’d been longing for. A perfect, utterly connected night with the man of her dreams. But he’d been very clear about his terms. One night was all she would get.

  It was only now that she realized what a double-edged sword satisfying her curiosity was. Now that she knew what it felt like to be Darian’s, how was she supposed to go back to her normal life without him?

  Chapter Seven

  Sunlight shone across her eyelids, forcing her sleepy body awake. Stretching, she blinked at the light before biting back a groan. She would have welcomed another five or six hours of sleep.

  By her side, Darian hadn’t even budged, his head buried in pillows.

  All thoughts of returning to dreamland vanished, replaced with a growing sense of dread.

  What did we do? As slowly as she could, she eased her body from the bed.

  Darian didn’t move.

  Standing naked in his room, she glanced around for her clothes, remembering bits and pieces of them were scattered across two floors of this house.

  As she pulled her skirt on, her body protested the movement. A delicious ache filled her muscles in a reminder of exactly how much she’d used them last night. How many times had he reached for her? How many different ways had they satisfied their lusts?

  Just staring at Darian had her body leaping in anticipation. It urged her to crawl back into bed and wake him up properly.

  She shook her head and put on her bra. Last night was supposed to have curbed her curiosity. Gotten him out of her system.

  Instead, the need for him was now more ingrained in her than ever.

  Pausing at the foot of his bed, she stared down at Darian. His hair was a tousled mess, though she had no doubt hers was equally tangled.

  A slight smile touched his lips as though his dreams were sweet. Then again, after their sex-a-thon what man wouldn’t be pleased with himself?

  She’d never thought to see him like this. And probably never would have if not for her imminent departure giving her the courage. What would happen when he woke? It might get awkward. Or maybe he’d high-five her on a job well done and offer her a protein smoothie for breakfast. Just because she wasn’t familiar with one-night-stand etiquette didn’t mean he was in the same boat.

  A growl rose from her stomach. The night’s activities had more than burned off the cake dinner she’d consumed.

  With a last look at her sleeping boss, she slipped from the room, in search of food.

  And found her panties halfway down the stairs.

  Heat stained her cheeks as she grabbed the underwear. Hastily she tugged them on. It appeared Darian had a talent for inciting her into actions she never would have done with someone else. Stair foreplay was definitely a first in her sex book.

  Stepping off the last stair, she saw her blue shirt in a heap in the hall. At least now she was fully clothed, she mused as she tugged it over her head.

  Allison was about to head for the kitchen when she paused. Who knew if she’d ever get the chance to see this house again? Curiosity tugged at her, demanding she explore the ground floor more thoroughly. Hadn’t she been wondering mere days ago what Darian’s home life was like?

  She stepped back from the kitchen. No one could blame her for taking the scenic route, right?

  Reversing direction, she walked into the sprawling living room. A wood-burning fireplace dominated the elegantly designed room. Luxury furniture had been carefully cho
sen to complement the space, and no one could fail to notice the state of the art entertainment system. There was more money represented in this room than she made in a year.

  “Right,” she whispered, going back across the hall and into the next door. “Dining room.”

  A massive mahogany table lay before her, and even her IKEA-trained eyes could tell it was an antique. Artwork lined the walls, and she somehow doubted Darian had merely bought prints of the paintings he liked.

  After hurrying through the room, she pushed through a carved oak door to find herself in a sunny music room. A grand piano stood in the center, its cover propped up, and gleaming keys just waiting to be played.

  This was a dream house. And as different from the way she lived as night was from day.

  A pit opened in her chest.

  Every inch of this home screamed wealth and success. Her apartment, by contrast, consisted of three rooms. Her furniture had all been bought on sale wherever she could find the best deal, which meant few of the pieces actually coordinated with each other. She certainly hadn’t hired an interior decorator, as Darian obviously had. Any extra money she made went into a savings account. Her goal was to put a down payment on a nice, modern condo, and every spare penny she had was hoarded toward that end.

  Darian could probably have bought the entire damn high-rise.

  She didn’t belong in a home like this. While they might have a wonderful working relationship, at the end of the day she and Darian were from different worlds. Last night had blurred those lines, but this house made it clear.

  Darian wasn’t the settling down type, and if he ever was in the future, it wouldn’t be with a woman like her.

  I should go. I don’t belong here.

  As she retraced her steps she wondered just how many women had wandered through these same rooms. Last night being the latest in a long line hadn’t bothered her, but today…

  Today things felt different.

  Grabbing her bag, she slipped into her shoes and left without a backward glance. The magic of last night had disappeared with the dawn. It was time to go back to the real world.

  The real world was overrated.

  Allison banged her head on her desk. The week was packed with Sterling meetings, and the wedding still had more elements to take care of. Even if she slept only a handful of hours a night, she didn’t see how she’d get everything done.