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Rock Me: A Billionaire Romance (Billionaires, Brides and Babies Book 1)

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by dos Anjos, Maria


  “I’d glad you’re having a good time,” Dom said. “Just make sure you’re not too full to make love to me after dinner. You’re probably going to have to do all the work.”

  “No way. I’m going to pull a Kim Kardashian and lie there like a starfish,” I said.

  Dom shook his head. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, and I deny ever watching that sex tape in particular, or pornography in general. It’s demeaning to women.”

  “What about all those one-night stands you had on the road?”

  “What about them? Those women were more than willing. In fact, I’d be comfortable saying that virtually one hundred percent of them were the aggressors. Not to mention, I’m practically a married man now.” He looked pointedly at my diamond engagement ring.

  “She must be a very special girl,” I said, attempting to stick my fork in his remaining macaroni and cheese. I managed to spear a fairly large chunk of lobster and transport it to my waiting mouth without dropping it on the table linens.

  “You have no idea, but I’m beginning to think she might have a bit of a jealous streak.”

  I smiled around my mouthful of lobster. “You don’t say.”

  Dom looked down at our empty plates. “What would you like for dessert?”

  I yawned. “A nap,” I replied.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Although I nearly fell asleep in the back of the limo on the ride to my house, I was wide awake once we got there. “I almost wish I had let you buy me dessert,” I told Dom. “Something sweet would be great right about now.”

  “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” He pushed me gently against the back of the kitchen door and kissed me. His body pressed against mine in all the right places, making me wonder what it would be like when my pregnancy got in the way.

  I broke the kiss. “Do you think you’ll still want me when I’m fat?” I asked.

  He ran his fingertips gently down the side of my face. “Especially when you’re fat,” he said. “You’re a little too skinny for a pregnant chick.”

  I wasn’t sure whether I should have taken offense at his remark. After all, didn’t they say you could never be too thin or too rich? I hadn’t quite managed to become too rich, but I was always working on being thin. The last time I ate a cheeseburger and French fries was such a distant memory that it could have been a dream.

  “Thank you,” I said. “I’m going to assume that was a compliment.”

  “You can take everything as I say as a compliment,” he whispered in my ear. The heat and moisture of his breath caused a tremor to start deep inside my body. It was a hunger, and it didn’t want dessert. It wanted Dom.

  “I haven’t even seen your place,” I reminded him. “Which hotel are you staying at? I don’t even know.”

  He pulled away, and I cursed myself for mentioning it before we made love. If he made me wait until we got back to his place, I would surely soak through my ruffles and lace panties, and he hadn’t even seen them yet.

  “I’m not staying at the hotel anymore. I’ve got a little place in the city. Maybe we should spend the night at my place for a change,” he said. “It’s just a rental, but it might be a nice change of scenery for you. What do you think?”

  “I don’t know. I like the scenery wherever you are. You don’t have a bad angle from any direction.”

  “That’s what they tell me,” he said.

  I reached behind his body and swatted him on the behind as hard as I could from my position still trapped between the hardness of Dom’s body and the hardness of my front door.”

  “Hey,” he exclaimed. “What was that for?”

  “That was to remind you of my jealous streak. The last thing that I want to hear about is how the girls feel about your perfect ass.”

  “We weren’t even talking about my perfect ass,” he said. “Although, now that you mention it—.”

  “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. The only person who should be complimenting your perfect ass is me.”

  “Hold on. Hold on. Why do you think I put a ring on your finger so soon after meeting you? I’m done with false compliments from other girls. The only compliments I want to hear are ones coming from your pretty lips.”

  “Well, I hope you’re not marrying me for the compliments, because you’ll have to earn them. I don’t even like your music. Remember?”

  He held his hand to his chest like he’d been staked through the heart. “You’re breaking me,” he said. “If I didn’t have all those other fans to buy my music, then I don’t know what I’d do.”

  “You’d do this,” I said, taking his hand and moving it to my chest. “And you’d do this.” I brought his other hand to my thigh and slipped it upward so that the ruffles of my pink dress gathered beneath his palm, revealing my leg up to the place where bare skin met black lace.

  “Are you sure you want to do this wearing your mother’s dress?” he asked.

  I didn’t know whether he was joking, but he was right. “Actually, I think I’d like to change into something a little more comfortable.”

  “I’d offer to be a gentleman and wait out here, but hell no,” Dom said. “Take me to your bedroom, and I’ll help you pick out something a little more revealing.”

  “Don’t worry about that. All will be revealed in time,” I said.

  I took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. To my surprise, he started going through my closet. “This looks comfortable.” He laid a cotton shirt on the bed. “Does it go with this skirt? I think it does, but I never had a sister. So I’m not sure.”

  “You want me to put that on?” I took off my mother’s dress and hung it neatly on a hanger then placed it in the back of the closet where it would be safe in case I ever wanted to wear it again.

  Even though I posed for him in my bra and panties while pretending to inspect the outfit that he’d chosen, he didn’t take me in his arms and throw me onto the bed like I expected. I put on the skirt and shirt he had picked. “Do you like it?”

  “Very much,” he said. “Do you have a suitcase? You probably should pack an overnight bag if you’re coming to my place.”

  I giggled. “Okay. I didn’t know you were serious about that.”

  “You didn’t know that I was serious? I thought it was your idea.” He found my suitcase on the floor of my closet and pulled it out. “This ought to work,” he said.

  I watched as he went through my dresser drawers and hangers, picking and choosing things that he thought I would need to spend the night at his place. He did a decent job even if he tossed way too many pairs of thong panties into the bag.

  Chapter Nineteen

  We pulled up to a beautiful home on the lower east side. My eyes widened at the stone walls and the wrought iron gate. “Is this a mansion?” I asked excitedly. There were even marble statues lining the path that led to the front steps.

  Dom chuckled. “No, it’s a few thousand square feet short of a mansion, but it’s a pretty little house. Isn’t it?”

  “Do you own this?” I could imagine planting daisies in the front yard and building a swing set for our children to play. We could be very happy here.

  Dom shook his head. “It’s a rental. When I’m in the same place for an extended period of time, I try to rent a place that’s more like home than a hotel room. It’s nice, though. I wouldn’t mind owning a place like this someday, but the back yard’s not big enough for a swimming pool.”

  “That’s okay. I don’t even know how to swim,” I said.

  “Maybe I could teach you someday,” Dom said. “I’ll bet you look adorable in a bikini.”

  “I used to look good in a bikini,” I bragged. “Thanks to the baby, I look like a humpback whale.”

  “I might not have been there when our baby was conceived, but if my math is correct, you’re not even two months pregnant.” Dom placed his hand on my lower belly. “You’re not even close to achieving humpback whale status yet.”

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p; “I’m a whale,” I insisted. “Why don’t you show me around?”

  Roscoe opened the limo door for us, and we slid out into the afternoon sunshine. The not-quite-a-mansion sat in the center of a lot the size of a postage stamp. The neighbors’ houses were so close that I could have hit them with a stone from the center of the yard.

  “The houses in this neighborhood are gorgeous, but the plots of land are so tiny,” I said. “There isn’t even a driveway or a garage.”

  “I guess it’s just not that kind of house,” Dom said.

  “What kind of house is it then?” I asked coyly.

  “Let me take you inside, and I’ll show you.” Dom took me by the hand and led me the short distance to the front door.

  I heard the limo pull away. It was easy to get used to living the life of the rich and famous. I might never have to drive again.

  Dom unlocked the front door and held it open for me to enter first.

  A wave of disappointment washed over me because he hadn’t offered to carry me over the threshold, but I told myself not to be silly. We weren’t on our honeymoon. We weren’t even married yet. This wasn’t our home. This was just someplace where Dom was staying until the start of his band’s European tour.

  “A penny for your thoughts,” Dom said. His voice made me realize that I had let my mind drift again.

  “I don’t know if a penny is enough,” I said. “We might have to live on a rock star salary, but I still think my thoughts are worth a little bit more than a penny.”

  He wrapped me in his arms. “How about a nickel,” he murmured into my ear. His hot breath sent tingles coursing through my nerves, and my knees grew weak.

  “Try again,” I said, trying to keep my breathing even and steady so that Dom wouldn’t know what he was doing to me.

  “Would you tell me your thoughts for a dime if I did this?” He licked my neck from behind my ear down to my collarbone.

  “Wrong. Try again.” I was openly panting by then.

  “A quarter,” he whispered into my ear. His hot breath made me shiver helplessly in his arms. If he wasn’t holding on tightly, I would surely have dropped to the floor when my knees turned to jelly.

  I shook my head. This was fun.

  He unbuttoned my shirt. “You’re a tough negotiator. Would you give me your thoughts for a dollar?”

  “This isn’t a discount store,” I muttered.

  “A fiver? A sawbuck? A Benjamin?” With every word, he kissed his way down the center of my chest, making me long to feel his mouth on my nipples where every sensation would be multiplied exponentially.

  “I forgot what we were talking about,” I said. “Please stop teasing me.”

  He freed my shirt from my body before moving on to unclasp my brassiere. Over the past weeks, he had become a master at learning how to slip the hooks free without any effort whatsoever. My bra sprang loose, allowing my perky breasts to bounce into the light.

  “Oh, before I forget. I have to keep my shoes on.” I remembered promising Beth I wouldn’t take my shoes off until the end of the night or chance ruining my fresh nail polish job. It was probably dry enough by not, but I liked the idea of keeping on my high heels anyway.

  Dom growled. “As long as I have your shirt off, I don’t care about your shoes.” He nibbled my breasts, allowing his tongue to brush over my nipples one at a time until I squealed.

  “It’s not fair. You still have your shirt on.” I grabbed the hem of his black t-shirt and lifted it upward as he obediently held out his arms to make it easier.

  “I haven’t even shown you around yet,” Dom said. “This is the foyer.”

  “Yes. I like it.”

  Dom leaned down and grabbed me by my derriere, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He kissed me, and I kissed him back.

  To my surprise, he began to move through the house with me still wrapped around his torso. I clung to his neck as he carried me easily from room to room.

  “This is the living room,” he said. “As you can see, it still has the original fireplace. Even the fireplace pokers are more than a century old.”

  “Ooh,” I said. “Tell me more about the pokers.”

  He grabbed my ass tighter. “Oh, you’re going to get poked all right, but the fireplace doesn’t have a thing to do with it.”

  “Such witty dirty talk,” I whispered. “More. More.”

  He carried me blindly into the kitchen as he kissed me deeply. “This is the kitchen where we won’t be doing much cooking. I’m typically more of a carryout kind of guy, but I do make good pancakes half the time.”

  “What about the other half?” I asked.

  “Half the time, I burn the pancakes. Stick around, and you’ll get the good pancakes eventually. You’ve got at least a fifty-fifty shot.”

  “Does this place have a bedroom?” I asked. “The kitchen is nice and everything, but it’s no place to rest my weary head.” It wasn’t really my head that I was worried about. I couldn’t wait to get Dom into the bedroom.

  “What?” He made a face of mock surprise. “I haven’t even begun to make your head weary yet. Try to stay awake for the main course.” He spun around and marched us to a wooden staircase. “Dessert,” he said. “I meant to say dessert.”

  “No, you can’t carry me up those stairs,” I said. “Put me down. I’ll walk.”

  “No way. I’m not putting you down. You might decide that you have other plans, and I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.” He took the steps two at a time while I shrieked in fear, and he laughed at my display.

  After a short walk through a hallway, he deposited me in the most amazing bedroom that I had ever seen. “The fireplace in here is even better than the one downstairs. Maybe we should start a fire.”

  “It’s the middle of July,” Dom said, pretending to be shocked. “Besides, I thought I was enough to keep you warm.”

  “I’ll let you know when I get there.”

  He slipped a hand up my skirt and touched the place between my thighs. “I’m no expert, but I’d say you’re already there.”

  “Darn,” I said. “You found out my secret. Here’s another. I want you inside me.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” He pulled my skirt down past my hips and licked his lips at the sight of my shaved body.

  I wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “That’s why you felt like silk down there,” he growled. “Smoother than silk. Lie down on the bed.”

  I complied, lying there naked except for my shoes and my engagement ring. “Strip for me,” I commanded. It made me feel powerful, telling him what to do.

  “Fast or slow.” He paused with his hand on his belt buckle.

  “Fast. Fast. Fast.” I clapped my hands to indicate speed. “Why aren’t you naked already?’

  “Whoa,” he said. “I don’t even know if I locked the front door.”

  “Who cares? Just get naked before I tear your clothes off with my bare hands.”

  He finally got his hands moving, pulling down his pants before kicking off his pants, belt, boxer shorts and boots all at the same time. The effort nearly made him fall over, which was hilarious but didn’t do a thing to dim my passion.

  I spread my legs for him. “This is waiting for you,” I said, leaning on my elbows to watch him crawl onto the bed between my thighs.

  “You didn’t think I would make love to you without eating dessert first. Did you?” He planted his face between my thighs, and he used his fingers to part my flower. “You’re wetter than Niagara Falls.”

  I just grunted in response because his tongue was already stroking my hot, wet flesh, and words completely escaped me at the moment. Biting my lip, I counted to ten and tried to hold back my orgasm. It was too soon.

  “Don’t hold back.” He already knew me so well. “Let yourself come.” He resumed licking the most sensitive place on my body.

  I didn’t know whether he was licking his way through the alphabet, but it seemed like his to
ngue didn’t make the same movement twice. My breasts bounced as my body shook on the bed. I dug my heels into the mattress beneath my body and grabbed the quilt that covered the bed so hard that I was afraid I would rip it.

  “Come for me,” he whispered against my throbbing flesh. “You’re so beautiful when you come.” He used his fingers to stroke me and penetrate me at the same time, driving me deeper and deeper into my orgasm.

  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. My thighs pressed together, trapping his hand between my legs. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” My voice grew louder and louder. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  Dom pulled his hand free and licked his fingers. “You taste like nectar,” he said. “See.” He pushed one of his fingers between my lips, and I sucked on it obediently. “Tell me how you taste.”

  I gave his finger one final lick. “I taste delicious,” I said. “My pussy tastes like peaches.”

  “That’s right,” Dom moaned. “Your pussy tastes like peaches.” He kissed me as he entered me, and I could smell and taste the essence of my body on his tongue.

  Within minutes, I was coming again, moving my hips upward, arching my back and trying not to scream loudly enough to disturb the neighbors.

  I slept soundly all night, not waking up until a persistent bird started chirping outside the bedroom window.

  Chapter Twenty

  Nearly delirious with happiness, I tiptoed out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen, not wanting to wake Dom. Leaving him sleeping, I put on a pot of water for tea and looked through his cupboards for something to make for breakfast. Without even breaking a sweat, I found all the ingredients I needed to make us pancakes. He even had the good maple syrup, unopened on a bottom shelf.

  There was only one thing standing in my way of making Dom the best pancakes he’d ever experienced. His laptop was sitting right in the middle of the kitchen island, precisely where I planned to crack the eggs and mix the batter.

  I picked up the laptop computer and carried it to the table. When my fingers accidentally brushed the touchpad, the screen brightened, and the computer whirred to life. I frowned; I didn’t want him to think that I was spying on him. Besides, Dom was an open book. He didn’t have any secrets.

 

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