Mr. Black's Proposal (Part Two: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) (3 page)

“Steph, let me tell you something. In business, we call this
bad negotiating.
”

“I’m not negotiating with you, Lucas!” she screamed. “Give me a shirt.”

“Just open the door and I’ll give you a shirt. I promise.”

There was silence on the other side of the door.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Again, silence.

“Steph?” I asked. I hoped I hadn’t made her too upset. I’d made enough women upset to know what an upset pause sounded like. It didn’t sound like an upset pause.

Then the door handle turned and clicked open, and I stepped back. Steph stood in the doorway. She was topless, but the thing I noticed first was the look in her eyes. I could sense the heat of her desire just from the way she stood. Defiant, yet tempting as a siren on the shore.

“My God, Stephanie.”

“Shirt. Now.” She held out a hand toward me. I took it with my own.

“No.”

“What do you mean,
no
?”

I only thought about it for a moment. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do. But she couldn’t have expected me to do anything else.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her like she was the air I was breathing.

Chapter Three

Steph

As soon as I started kissing Lucas back, I realized that it was a bad idea. No, scratch that. A Very Bad Idea.

His hands stroked my back, massaged my shoulders. I could already feel his erection through his pants, and the pressure of it was enough to make me wet. I ached to lean into his kiss. But I was supposed to be professional. I wasn’t supposed to do…

To do this.

With a gasp, I pulled away from Lucas. His brilliant blue eyes seared mine with desire.

“Steph—” he said hoarsely.

“No,” I said.

“Why not?”

“We should never have… you know… hooked up.” I cringed at myself for using such an adolescent term.

“You didn’t like it?”

“Of course… of course I
liked
it. That’s not the point.” I tried to remember what the point was. Lucas threaded his fingers through my hair, though, and I lost any idea of what I was thinking about.

“Tell me you don’t want me again.”

I couldn’t say that, because it wasn’t true. Instead, I wriggled in his strong arms and repeated myself again.

“We can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“You’re not serious. This isn’t a serious thing.”

I thought that I saw a flash of sadness in his eyes, but then it was gone and he was back to his mischievous flirty self again.

“Just once more. Get it out of your system. I’m not out of your system yet, am I?”

Maybe if he hadn’t already kissed me, I could have stopped myself. Maybe if my body wasn’t aching so badly for his touch, I could have escaped. Maybe if I wasn’t already half-naked and in his arms, I could have lied to him.

But I couldn’t lie.

“No,” I said. “You’re not out of my system.”

“Just give me one more time.”

“Lucas…”

“Once more.”

His head was bent, his lips at my neck, and suddenly I was clinging to him, urging him on with soft whimpers of encouragement.

Once more.

Don’t be stupid. You’ve already messed up once.

It was true. I had already made this mistake with Lucas once. His hands ran down my back, sending chills through my spine. I was pinned in his arms, and I loved his touch, loved the way I fit against his body, my soft curves and his hard planes. If it was a mistake, it was the best mistake I’d ever made.

Then why not twice?

I’d slipped completely into a role I swore I’d never play. I didn’t want to be the needy one, the clinger. His lips drew back from my skin, and he held me at arm’s length. Those eyes. I could fall into them, those pools of blue.

You don’t have to tell anyone you need him. It’s only a fling.

“Steph?” he asked. “Talk to me.”

“Okay,” I said. “But it’s over after this, right?”

“If that’s what you want, it’s over.”

“Okay,” I said. “Okay.”

If it was a fling, I didn’t need him. It was just for fun.

I held onto that thought as Lucas kissed me again. Thrills of desire shot through me, and I pulled him closer, closer. His hands explored my body, and I repeated the phrase over and over in my head.

Just a fling. Just a fling.

His mouth was hot and wanting, and as I let myself melt into his kiss, the words faded into oblivion along with any other thought. And even though I told myself nothing about this mattered, I couldn’t help but worry that we were getting too close.

Once we had gotten so tangled together, how could we ever pull apart again? I wasn’t going to repeat my mom’s mistakes. I wasn’t going to let some guy sweep me off my feet and take control of everything.

He held me like I was the most fragile treasure in the world, and he had to keep me safe. But the only thing I needed to be kept safe from… was Lucas.

Lucas

I didn’t let Steph see how much her words tore at me. She didn’t want anything serious, she said. She wanted it to be over. Well, if I only got one shot at her, I would give it my best.

Because I knew that
one more time
was usually anything but.

I pulled away with my lips at the last moment, letting our passion fill the air between us. She was so soft and pliable, and all I wanted was to throw her on the bed and take her like I had back in Paris. But no, that would be too fast. I needed to go slow.

Steph, on the other hand, acted like I’d flipped a switch. Before, she had been all hesitation and nervousness about the “mistake” we’d made. Now that she’d decided to let it happen again— —
once more—

—
now that she’d decided to let me in one more time, she was purring in my arms like a kitten.

Her fingertips brushed the front of my pants. My cock throbbed.

“Don’t lead me on, Stephanie,” I whispered.

“Never,” she said. “That would be very unprofessional.”

I smiled at her and brushed my own hand over her chest, letting my thumb tease her nipple. She let out a little gasp of pleasure and tossed her hair back.

“What would you like me to do?” she asked, all playful innocence.

I looked into her gorgeous amber eyes. She was a natural submissive, no matter what she told herself. Her desire to please was as strong as any I’d ever seen. I decided to test her.

“Get on your knees,” I said.

Her eyes widened, but only slightly. Her tongue darted out and touched her bottom lip, making my heart skip a beat. I brushed her hair back with my hand as she knelt down slowly in front of me.

“Unzip my pants,” I ordered.

She was more than perfect. Her fingers fumbled slightly as she undid my zipper, but as she leaned closer I could feel her breath warming me through the fabric. There was a hitch in my breath as I gave the next order.

“Take it out.”

She smiled at me, as though amused that I had to resort to pronouns. Her delicate small fingers hooked around the waistband of my briefs and tugged them down mid-hip. Her head tilted against my hipbone, and I swear she was trying to get as close to me as possible without touching me with her mouth. As she tugged the fabric down, my cock leapt out, bobbing right in front of her face. And her tongue—God, that tongue, soft and pink—poked out again, licking her bottom lip. I could feel my heartbeat pounding.

“What would you like me to do with this?” she asked, a hint of a smile peeking through her innocent expression.

“Kiss it.”

She kissed the tip lightly. I struggled as all of the remaining blood in my body rushed to that one place. My hand cradled her head, and I ached to pull her against me farther. I wouldn’t, though. She would do what I wanted, in time. I’d wanted this to go slow, didn’t I?

“Lick me,” I said, my voice hoarse. “God, Steph, don’t tease.”

“I thought you were all about teasing,” Steph said. Her breath chilled the moist tip of my cock, and I drew a ragged breath. She leaned forward and that beautiful pink tongue darted out. She drew her tongue in a circle around the head, then withdrew.

Before I could give another order, she’d pressed another kiss to the underside of my shaft. I drew a sharp breath as she ran her tongue down to the base, pressing it up against my balls. My whole body ached with the tension of waiting for her.

It was only seconds, but it could have been an hour as far as I was concerned. My fingers flexed, threading through her hair. Finally she slid her tongue back up and took me into her mouth. Her tongue pressed hard against the small slit at the end of my cock, and I nearly exploded right then and there.

“Jesus
,” I breathed.

“Do you like that?” she asked. Her words were a light wind across my sensitive prick, and I bit back a groan.

“Yes,” I said instead. “God, Steph, you’re incredible.”

She pressed light kisses along my shaft, licking and nibbling. Every touch of her tongue, her lips, sent waves of need through my body. Who was this woman? She tortured me, teased me, and all I could think about was how I wanted more, I wanted her every day, always, I needed her to do these things to me, to take me farther into delicious need before satisfying me.

Her fingers caressed my balls, fluttering under my shaft like butterflies. Torture, but the best kind of torture. I felt my balls tighten together.

“Lucas?”

Her eyelashes fluttered up at me, red-gold and long on her cheeks. I realized I’d been tensing, holding my breath, my fingers gripping her hair tightly.

“Take me.” The command was a whisper, but it was a whisper she heard. Her cheeks pinked. “Take me as far as you can.”

She slid her lips down over my shaft. I stroked the back of her head, but she needed no encouragement. Inch after delectable inch, she slid forward, taking me fully. I ached as the tip of my cock hit the top of her mouth, the ridged slick flesh there. And still she pushed forward, and then I felt her throat tighten around me.

Her lips sealed around my base. Her tongue lapped lightly at my underside.

“Christ, Steph,” I hissed, clutching at the wall next to me. My knees were going weak. It was insane, but I was already there. I didn’t know how she’d brought me to the edge so quickly, but there it was. I tapped her shoulder, the familiar feeling coming over me.

“Steph, I’m going to come. I’m going to—”

But instead of pulling away, her fingers tugged at my balls, urging me farther into her mouth. God, that rush of warmth, that soft hot mouth on me. It was impossibly tight, impossibly perfect. I strained not to come immediately, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Steph—”

All it took was one more flick of her tongue against my cock.

I exploded. Her hands cupped my balls as I came, tugging lightly as I pulsed against her lips. I felt her swallow my come and then her tongue was licking me, her lips pulling back.

“
Ohhhh,
” I groaned. I struggled to stay standing as I shuddered once, then again, the orgasm taking hold of my whole body. “
Fuck. Oh, God.”

I’d wanted to save myself for later, but as Steph continued licking and sucking, I could feel my cock already twitching. Oh, I’d be ready for more, that was for sure.

“Anything else?” she asked. She licked the last drops of come off of the head of my cock, her mouth quirking in a smile.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her roughly. She seemed surprised at first, her mouth in a perfect O of shock. God, I loved tasting myself on her lips.

“Yes,” I growled. “Get on the bed.”

Steph

I loved it. I loved how the low timbre of his voice vibrated through my nerves. I loved the way he spoke to me, as though his desire was all rolled up in his possessiveness.

And, if I was being honest, it was nice to have someone else take control. I’d always been the more active lover in the bedroom, and I always hated it when guys thought that it was my job to keep them interested.

Lucas was nothing like that. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn’t scared to tell me. I’d never wanted to give someone a blow job so badly. There had been one moment in there, one moment when he had lost control. I loved that I could do that to him. It had only lasted a moment, though, and now he was back in control.

The thought made me shiver with anticipation.

“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

I crawled onto the bed. I felt so exposed, even with clothes on. Lucas stood at the side of the bed. Even though he’d just orgasmed, I could see his cock beginning to bulge again as he watched me position myself on the bed.