No Ordinary Billionaire (The Sinclairs) (R) (22 page)

“Not me,” she denied matter-of-factly. “I’ve seen his picture and my tongue definitely did not leave my mouth.”

“Good. I’d hate to have to hurt him. He’s my brother-in-law now,” Dante grunted, obviously satisfied. “He and Hope are back in New York at the moment, but I know they don’t plan on living there full-time anymore.” Dante signed the receipt for their dinner, which had been dropped off by their efficient waiter, and stuffed his copy in his wallet. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Sarah sighed, feeling relaxed from the wine she’d consumed. “It will be getting dark soon. Cinderella needs to return from the ball.”

“There’s only one problem with that,” Dante observed.

“What?”

Dante took her hand in his and pulled her gracefully to her feet. “We haven’t had our dance.” He tilted his head toward the small dance floor in the bar. “Dance with me, Sarah.”

She looked at the dancing area, and only a few other couples were on the floor. The music was slow and romantic, and the couples were gliding around the floor elegantly. “Dante, you know I’ve never—”

“Just follow me. I happen to be an excellent dancer. You’re musical, sweetheart. You’ll have no problem. It will be another first for you.” He tugged her toward the small floor, weaving between tables until they reached the bar.

Sarah took a deep breath and blew it out again. She might make a fool of herself, but she’d do it in Dante’s arms. He held one of her hands and circled her waist with his other arm. Ordinarily, she’d be running away from making a spectacle of herself, but Dante’s confidence in her sometimes made her feel like she could fly.

I can do this.

“Follow me, mimic my movements. Trust me to guide you,” he instructed as he started moving smoothly around the small floor.

Sarah concentrated and stepped on Dante’s foot several times before she finally just let herself go on instinct, matching her body to his. “You
are
an incredible dancer.”

“I’m a Sinclair. I think dancing was mandatory almost from birth,” Dante whispered huskily in her ear. “I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t required to know how to dance.”

Sarah relaxed as her body learned Dante’s lead, losing herself in the music. Sometimes she forgot that Dante had been raised in a very wealthy, socially prominent family. Brought up as part of the very rich elite, of course he knew how to socialize, how to charm, how to dance. As the tempo slowed, so did Dante, and she leaned her head on his shoulder as he tightened his arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. “I don’t think you’re going to step on my toes anymore,” he teased gently. “You’re a natural.”

She lost track of time as they swayed around the floor. Inhaling against his neck, she got drunk on the smell of him, the way his body moved, and the novelty of her first experience actually dancing.

Finally, the musicians stopped for a break, and Dante kissed her on the forehead. “Are you ready to go home, Cinderella?”

They turned and walked toward the front entrance together. It was starting to get dark as they stepped outside.

Sarah wanted to tell him how much all of this meant to her, how much she’d enjoyed her first dance, but she couldn’t find the words. “Thank you” was what came out of her mouth. Very inadequate, but Dante seemed satisfied as he opened the passenger door of the truck and lifted her into the seat.

“You’re welcome,” he answered back, slipping his hand beneath her skirt to lift it slightly, using his body to block hers. “Holy shit, you weren’t just teasing.” He gaped as he got a brief glimpse of her sexy lingerie.

She smiled. “I never joke about lingerie.” She meant serious business with the ensemble she was wearing.

He dropped the skirt and ran around the car, starting the vehicle and putting it into motion so fast that Sarah barely had time to fasten her seat belt. Knowing exactly what was motivating his haste, she laughed.

CHAPTER 14

Sarah was giggling by the time she raced inside the front door, Dante following close behind.

“Wait,” he told her sternly.

Sarah stopped and stood by the door until Dante had looked around the house and switched off the alarm system. When he came back, he snatched her by the hand and pulled her into the living room. “Show me.”

“Here?” she squeaked innocently.

“Here. Right now,” he said demandingly.

She knew exactly what he was waiting expectantly to see. After kicking off her shoes, she shimmied the fitted skirt over her ass and up to her waist, her breath hitching as she heard Dante’s low-pitched groan.

She turned around slowly, revealing her bare ass cheeks to him. The minuscule panties were a thong—not her usual underwear of choice, but she’d worn them for him.

“Perfect for what I’m going to do to you,” he threatened as he stepped toward her, eyes blazing. “Sometimes I like it rough, Sarah. I think you want that, too, or you wouldn’t have asked for it.”

“I do,” she breathed softly, her pussy clenching with need. She wanted this man’s hands all over her, and she wanted his intensity right now. “But you’ll have to catch me first,” she called over her shoulder as she sprinted to the kitchen. After exiting through the sliding glass doors, she headed for their one safe area, a place Dante had allowed them to go: the dock on the small private beach behind his house. It was long and narrow until it fanned out at the very end with a sitting area. Dante could see anyone approaching, so they’d started sitting outside at the end of the dock when she needed some fresh air. Sarah sprinted across the short expanse of sand, her feet hitting the wooden dock at a mad dash. She ran full speed until she reached the end of the dock, panting.

Dante was right behind her, his long legs eating up the distance down the dock. He stopped before he reached her. “You shouldn’t have run outside like that. Nowhere to go. What are you going to do now? You can’t get past me, and I don’t think you’re planning to jump into the water.”

Sarah’s heart was racing, her pussy flooding as she watched Dante stalk her. “I can swim,” she informed him, stepping closer to the edge of a dock she had no intention of using to leap into the ocean. The dress she was wearing had been one of Emily’s picks and probably was quite pricey, and really, she had no desire to run very far from Dante. There was no way she was swinging her leg over the waist-high slatted fence around the end of the dock and plunging into the Atlantic Ocean.

Dante prowled closer, removing his suit jacket as he moved slowly forward, and then started unknotting his tie. “You aren’t jumping.”

He knew her all too well, but Sarah stepped closer to the edge, so close that her ass bumped into the wooden railing. Grasping on to it, she said confidently, “I might.”
Not!

“Take the dress off, Sarah,” Dante demanded sternly. “Now.” He hit the switch on the tiny lamp at the end of the dock, flooding it with dim light. He pulled the gun out from the small of his back and set it carefully on the wooden dock in an area that wouldn’t get wet, within reach but out of the way.

Her nipples hardened at the sound of his harsh order, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet. “Make me,” she challenged him, sending him a defiant look.

His expression turned stormy as he lunged forward and trapped her body between the railing and his muscular form. He grasped both sides of the halter and jerked, the dress splitting completely down the front. “I just did.” He pulled roughly at the halter tie, making the bow come lose and the garment slide from her body to the dock floor. “I can make you do anything I want right now,” he informed her gutturally, pulling the pins from her hair and letting the curls fall to her shoulders.

Sarah hardly noticed the dress. She was too busy being mesmerized by his unyielding gaze. Her body quaked as she suddenly felt her wrists being restrained. She glanced down and saw he’d used his tie to wrap both of her wrists together, the ends of the tie flapping in the light breeze. Tugging against the restraint, she found herself bound tightly enough so she couldn’t separate her wrists. “Can you?” she asked in a sultry, low voice that she couldn’t control.

Dante slowly dropped the zipper on his pants and let them fall, stepping out of them to leave him only in a pair of black silk boxers. “I want you to get down on your hands and knees on the blanket, and I want you to do it willingly.”

There was a blanket spread out in the corner of the dock, one that they always left there to sit on as they felt the spray of the waves on their faces and the light, cooling breeze of the ocean through the open slats of the fencing.

Sarah hesitated, but somehow she knew he wanted her to do this without him forcing her into it. He wanted to know if she wanted to continue to play or stop. “Punishment time?” she asked, her nipples hardening to painful peaks.

“Pleasure time,” he answered gruffly.

With her hands still tied, she walked to the blanket and went down to her knees, excitement making every nerve ending in her body come alive. “What now?” In her heightened state of arousal, she was ready to give him anything, everything.

Dante lowered himself onto the blanket beside her and demanded, “Bend over.” He made a pad for her elbows by wadding the blanket up to protect her skin.

Sarah went down with Dante guiding her. She squirmed, her body more than ready for him. The anticipation was nearly killing her.

“Spread your legs,” he insisted hoarsely.

Sarah could hear the need vibrating in his voice, and she knew that her sexual obedience turned him on even more than her defiance. She parted her legs, her heart pounding as she trembled with need. “Please,” she begged, not even knowing what she wanted.

His hand moved to the cheeks of her ass, stroking the bare skin. Sarah could feel the gentle rocking of the dock and the light mist of the waves that was starting to make her body slightly damp. Every crashing wave just seemed to increase the wildness in her soul.

She moaned loudly as Dante’s fingers delved underneath her panties and stroked through her folds.

“Jesus, you’re wet. Does this make you burn, Sarah? Do you want me?”

Oh, dear God.
“Yes,” she panted, her ass wriggling high in the air as she tried to manipulate his fingers where she wanted them.

“Should we talk about your teasing now?” he asked her, his voice heated with arousal and passion, as he stroked his fingers through her folds. “Or should we discuss the fact that you ran out of the house tonight without even looking around first?” He finally gripped the flimsy panties and yanked them from her body in one strong pull.

He had complete access and he took advantage of it, stroking her clit lightly, sending waves of pleasure through her body before he firmly smacked her ass. “Oh . . .” she moaned, the sting on her butt cheeks making her even wetter.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Her body jerked with every connection of his palm to her ass cheeks. He wasn’t gentle, and the firm strokes stung. Sarah let her head fall forward as she felt him delve between her thighs again, the combination of pleasure and pain about to drive her mad. His palm stroked her heated rear gently as he asked, “Are you sorry for teasing me?” His finger slid over her clit again, applying even more pleasure.

“No,” she moaned, knowing her denial would get her more of his irresistible dominance. She was giving him permission to take this as far as he wanted to take it.

The strokes to her ass came swift and heavy, and it stung so good. This time, when his fingers teased her clit, stroking through her wet heat, she heard him groan. He slid two fingers into her channel and pumped hard. “Are you sorry now?” he grunted.

Sarah moved her hips back to meet the deep strokes of his fingers, needing him to fill her now. “Yes. Just fuck me, Dante. Please.”

He didn’t. Instead, he lay down on his back and pulled her hips back until she was straddling his mouth and he squeezed her fiery ass, devouring her pussy at the same time.

Sarah’s scream rang out into the dark night, mingling with the sound of the waves crashing to the shore. Dante squeezed and lowered her pussy flush with his face, using his whole mouth, nose, and tongue to consume her, to feast on her as she moaned with ecstasy, her body trembling from the intensity of her pleasure. The combination of the pain of his grip on her blazing ass and his fierce hunger for her pussy were pushing her way over the edge of desire and into insanity.

“Oh, God. Dante!” She shuddered and let go of a hoarse cry as her climax seized her body and wouldn’t let go. Riding the waves of pleasure, she gripped the wadded-up blanket, trying to hang on to anything that would keep her from flying off into the stratosphere.

Moving urgently, he plunged his cock into her from behind as her channel was still clenched from her orgasm. Sarah heard him groan harshly as he buried himself balls-deep inside her. A corresponding moan escaped her lips as he stretched her, making her take every single inch of his cock so deeply that the satisfaction was almost too much to bear. In this position, he went deeper, filled her harder, and he grasped her hips and pounded into her, slapping her ass with every forceful stroke.