The Mogul (Necessary Lies Book 2) (17 page)

I
t was
everything I’d wanted.

Afterwards he’d fallen into a deep sleep, something I took immense pride in. I’d gone into the bathroom to clean myself up, my pelvis sore from his size and girth. As I looked at myself in the mirror I barely recognized myself. My hair was tousled. Was this what Cosmo magazine meant by sex hair?

My cheeks were flushed and I couldn’t help but admire the curves of my body in the mirror. I’d always been so critical of my curves and the thickness of my ass and thighs. But if it made Atlas respond like that? Maybe I wasn’t so bad after all.

I pulled on a pair of clean leggings and a tank top and turned off the light in the bathroom. When I walked back into the room I could see Atlas was naked on top of the sheets. I took in his body. All rippled abs, muscular arms, and his legs that looked like they were carved out granite. His thigh muscles especially drove me wild. He was the sexiest man alive. There was no way there existed any man on earth that could compare to my Atlas.

My Atlas?
I thought.
Slow down, crazy. Getting a little possessive
.

But I couldn’t help it. I was under his spell and maybe he didn’t realize it, but everything I’d told him was true. I was his for the taking and always would be.

I slid into the bed next to him. He stirred for a moment, opening his eyes to look at me.

“Hi,” he said, half smiling.

“Hi,” I said, touching his cheek. It was rough like sandpaper. It made me shiver. He was all man.

“So that was fantastic,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in towards him. I wasn’t a super slender or tiny girl, but next to him I felt so small and submissive. I’d never felt like more of a woman than when I was with him.

“I thought so,” I replied, burrowing myself into him. “I’ve never experienced anything like what I do with you.”

He stoked my hair, his lips pressed against my forehead, “You’re trouble for me, Piper Kipton. Big trouble.”

I smiled underneath his chin, “Is that a good thing?”

He laughed, “Probably not. It makes everything more complicated.”

I ran my hand up his thigh, wrapping my hand around his manhood which immediately started growing hard in my hand.

“Piper,” he warned. “Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish.”

* * *

A
n hour
later after he’d made vigorous love to me on the chaise at the foot of our bed, we were finally naked and asleep. We were halfway to Dubai by then, and part of me was anxious, wondering if we’d be as safe as he’d claimed we’d be.

Spencer was something of a power player in the House. His family was old southern money and his father had gone to college with the President. He knew people and was capable of getting anything he wanted- unless it was me. I didn’t doubt that his clout went beyond the confines of DC but I also believed in Atlas. If he said he’d never find us, than I believed Spencer would never find us.

I slept soundly against Atlas’s chest. It was the best sleep I’d gotten in ages, a dreamless and deep sleep against the rise and fall of his pectorals.

When I came and he stared into my eyes I’d wanted to tell him how much he already meant to me, even this short amount of time. That I truly wanted to be whatever he needed me to be, whether that was his great love, his mistress, his concubine. I was tied to him, always. No one would ever replace him, no matter how long I lived. I’d die an old woman and his name would be the last word I’d say out loud.

Hours later the pilot spoke to us over the loudspeaker in our room.

“We’re here, Atlas,” he said. “I’ll be landing in about 30 minutes. Hope you’ve had a relaxing flight.”

Atlas stirred next to me, his eyes blinking, a look of confusion on his face as if he didn’t remember where he was for a moment. He caught me staring down at him, the thin sheet from the bed draped around me.

His hand wrapped around my neck and he pulled me in for a kiss, passionate and yearning and I pulled the sheet over us both as I straddled his torso, his hard cock easily entering me, making me sigh at the pleasure of being filled by him again.

“Ride me,” he commanded. “Let me watch your body come. Show me how much you need me, Piper.”

I cried out immediately, my orgasm pulsing through me violently as I bucked on top of him, never wanting him to withdraw from my slick opening.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so fucking perfect. You feel so damn good, I can’t think of anything else but doing this. All fucking day and night.”

I rolled my hips slowly, touching my own breasts, his hands traveling up my taut stomach as I continued to ride him, wanting so badly to feel his release.

“Piper, I’m about to come inside you,” he warned. “Can you handle it?”

“Baby, I need it more than you know,” I begged. “Please. Every drop of it.”

He held my hips down, making me wince at his strength and he yelled out “Piper!” as he filled me with his seed and I immediately touched his face as I slowed my movement to enjoy the feel of him pulsing inside me.

“I…” he started but then stopped himself. I longed to know what he’d planned to say but he’d shaken himself out of the moment and sat up with me still on his lap, his massive arms wrapped around my body, both of us panting.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, kissing my neck. I pulled his face towards mine and we gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment as our heartbeats slowed back to a normal rhythm.

“You’re so good to me,” I said. “I never want this to end.”

He looked at me for a long moment, not saying anything. His eyes looked sad and I wondered what he was thinking at that moment. I would have given anything to know.

“We need to get ready,” he said, gently lifting me up so he could climb out of the bed. He threw on his boxer briefs and a pair of jeans. I sat there, startled at his quick ability to leave an intimate moment. I guess it showed on my face.

“I’m sorry,” he said leaning over and kissing my forehead. “But I just want us to be ready when he lands. Okay? We can talk more at the hotel.”

I nodded, “Sure. I’ll get dressed.”

Atlas had a fortress surrounding him, emotionally. It would come down when we were in bed but it would go back up just as swiftly once it was over.

And that broke my heart.

I
was getting
in deeper and deeper. What was wrong with me?

What I should have done was sleep in the main cabin. Even after being so tempted, I should have been stronger. But Piper was my Achilles heel. I couldn’t possibly ever say no to her. Not with that body and those large eyes, pleading with me to ravage her. What man could resist?

And as fantastic as she was in the bedroom, there was this beguiling innocence about her. She was so new to everything, so excited and eager to please me. I’d never been so turned on by a woman in my life. And even now, even knowing this couldn’t keep happening, I couldn’t stop thinking about the next time we were alone.

I was hard just thinking about it.

But I had to keep my head in the game. We were in Dubai now. And Piper didn’t know that I had business to take care of, outside of being her protector. Nothing came before her, but I was hoping I could squeeze an important meeting in while I was here.

I needed to find out more about what Spencer had been up to the last few years.

* * *

“
N
ow
, Piper,” I said as we began our descent to Al Garhoud. “There are a couple of things we need to go over. Have you been to Dubai before?”

She shook her head, “No. I’ve only been to Europe and it was in college for a week.”

“Okay,” I said. “Dubai has certain customs. They’re archaic but they’re very strict about them. Do you have a long dress or skirt?”

“I have a maxi dress,” she said. “Should I wear that?”

“Yes. And a cardigan over it, if possible,” I said. “Women have to be dressed modestly here or they get harassed. Also, we can’t show affection at all in public. It could get us thrown in jail. Not that it should matter much, we’ll be in our room mostly. But just in case. Don’t be hurt that I can’t hold your hand or touch you.” I smiled, “As much as I’ll want to. I can’t. Okay?”

“Got it,” she said, but I could tell she was nervous.

“Look,” I said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “None of this is probably going to even pertain to us. But I want you to be prepared. So get changed real quick and everything else will be fine.”

“Sure,” she said. “Anything else?”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling awkward all of a sudden. “If anyone asks, you’re my wife.”

W
hat had he just said
?

“Your wife?” I asked. “Why?”

“It’s against the law to stay in a suite with a woman who isn’t your wife. Or at least to…” He paused a moment. “You know, have sexual congress with one.” He smirked.

I laughed, “Oh, I see. Wow that
is
very archaic. And slightly misogynistic.”

“Such is the Middle East. Though I find it to have a unique charm. Not that many people agree with me. But yes, it’s not the best place to bring a date.”

I wondered to myself how many times Atlas had been here before and if he’d ever brought any other “wives” with him. I shook the thought away. Thoughts like that would drive me insane.

I quickly changed into my long floral dress and as I stepped out of the room Atlas advised me to buckle up.

The landing was a soft one and Malcom, our pilot, spoke again over the loud speaker, “Welcome to Dubai, folks. Hope you have a lovely visit on the shores of the Arabian Gulf.”

* * *

T
he Burj Al Arab
is one of the most famous pieces of modern architecture in the world, and driving towards it in a Rolls Royce was like something out of a James Bond movie. It rose like a beacon in the desert, a tall silver sail shaped oasis on the water.

“That’s where we’re staying?” I asked. “I’ve seen it on TV but it’s really something else in person.”

Atlas was scrolling through his phone and nodded, “Yeah. It’s alright.”

I rolled my eyes. I guessed when you were a Titan, it took a lot to impress you.

Check-in could be done from our room so we took a private elevator to our suite on the 28
^th
floor.

Four members of what I assumed were concierge services greeted us at the door to a suite that was six times the size of my apartment in DC.

“Welcome to Burj Al Arab,” said one of the gentlemen. “We hope you enjoy your stay Mr. and Mrs. Titan. We are your butler staff and are at your service 24 hours a day. Just let us know of anything you need.”

Atlas didn’t say much. His cold exterior was back and he waved the man away, “We’re fine for now, we’d just like some privacy. We’ve had a long flight. We’ll let you know if we need anything.”

The man bowed his head and briskly walked away, the three others trailing him quickly from behind.

I wandered around the expansive living room of our suite, admiring the mosaic tiles of the flooring and the rich colors of the drapery and upholstered furniture. It was the most beautiful hotel room I’d ever been in.

“This doesn’t seem like such a terrible place to hide,” I noted, glancing over at Atlas who was still on his phone, frowning at the screen. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a little over the top,” he replied. “But I’m glad you like it.”

I wanted to tell him that as long as he was here, I’d be happy even if it was a Motel 6. But he was off in his own world again, thinking about other things. Our time on the plane had already become a distant memory.