Page 25 of A Billionaire Dom

I closed my eyes and let the thrumming beat of the music tell me how to move. Davin moved with me, our bodies finding the rhythm of each other with an ease that surprised me. It wasn’t like we were doing some complex dance moves, but still, I’d danced with people who couldn’t even sway in time with the music.

One of his hands slid up my side to my ribcage, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast. His mouth moved to my ear, tongue flicking out to tease one of my piercings before he spoke, voice a low rumble that made my core ache.

“Anywhere you don’t want me to touch while we’re dancing?”

I thought about it for a moment before shaking my head. I was happy to let him take the lead. He knew the rules here, and I trusted him to stop if I asked him too. The idea of a little exhibitionism turned me on. Maybe more than a little, if things went that way.

The hand under my breast slid up and over, my nipple already a hard, little point. He squeezed, and his teeth nipped at my ear. “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

I shook my head. “Don’t need one in this dress.”

His grip on my breast tightened, and his other arm wrapped around my waist. “You might think differently if I decide to tug this top down right here.”

A thrill of excitement went through me, and I dug my nails into the back of his neck. He let out a hiss of air and yanked me around to face him. His eyes blazed like nothing I’d ever seen before, taking my breath away, moments before his kiss stole the rest of my air.

Deep and thorough, he kissed me like he had all the time in the world, and this kiss was the only thing that mattered. By the time he raised his head, I was clinging to him because my legs were too weak to keep me upright.Damn, the man could kiss.

“I need you to pick a safe word.” His voice was rough. “Something that will let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I need to stop.”

My head spun for a moment, and then I blurted out, “Roses.”

If he thought my word choice was strange, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he took my hand, laced his fingers between mine, and then led me to an alcove in the shadows.

The club had been designed that way, the outer edges having curves and corners and overhangs, all things strategically placed to allow people to see or be seen as much or as little as they wanted. Padded and lushly upholstered furniture of various sizes sat against the walls and in those spaces, but I also saw more than one piece of furniture that didn’t look comfortable at all. I supposed that was the point.

The one Davin took us to didn’t have anything scary looking nearby, but it was a little more visible than some of the other ones. I didn’t know what, exactly, we were going to do, but I had a feeling it was going to push my limits. That thought excited me more than worried me.

He sat down, tugging me onto his lap so that I was sitting sideways on his legs. I buried my fingers in his hair and crushed my mouth against his. His tongue tangled with mine, and the hand not currently on my shoulder slid up the inside of my leg until his fingers were just under the hem of my dress. The sensitive skin there hummed, little tingles of pleasure racing up my nerves as his fingers stroked my thigh.

When he broke the kiss, his hand slid across the top of my back, tracing the falling leaves tattooed on my skin there.

“Do you want to take this into a room?” he asked. “Or would you like to stay here?”

His hands continued to stroke my skin, telling me that he wasn’t asking if I wanted to stop, but ratherwhereI wanted things to continue. “Where do you want me?”

The hand between my legs moved higher, and I spread my legs a little wider, letting his fingers brush against the damp silk of my panties. I let out a moan, grabbing the front of his shirt.

In a move fast enough to make my head spin, he turned me to straddle his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs. I was aware that the change of position had rucked my skirt up high enough to expose my ass and the skimpy panties I’d put on a couple hours ago.

Then he hooked a finger in the front of my dress, and a shot of adrenaline went through me. When we’d been dancing, he’d made a comment about exposing my breasts, and I could see in his eyes that he wanted to follow through. I gave him a slight nod, every muscle in my body tensing in anticipation. Using just his finger, he pulled down the top of my dress until my breasts came free.

Before I could be embarrassed, he leaned me back and lowered his head until he was able to take a nipple in his mouth. My eyes wanted to close as his teeth and tongue worked over my sensitive skin, but I forced them to stay open, wanting to watch. I gasped as he sucked on my nipple, the pull of his mouth as deliciously wicked as the heat.

I was vaguely aware of an audience, but I didn’t care about anything but how good his mouth felt moving across my skin. He nipped and sucked on my breasts, alternating between little sparks of pain and bursts of pleasure until the two blended together into that same intense feeling that had existed the previous time we’d had sex.

“Look at me.”

I hadn’t realized my eyes had closed until his command cut through the blissful fog in my head. I opened my eyes and found him staring at me. His gaze locked on mine, and I felt his hands between us. He didn’t say what he was doing, but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. I appreciated the fact that he was in control enough to put on a condom without me needing to mention it.

A few seconds passed, and then his hands were on my hips again, pulling me forward and up. I grabbed his shoulders, steadying myself instinctively. I felt him hot and hard against my leg, and then the tip of him nudged at my panties. I reached down and pulled them out of the way, immediately dropping down as he drove up.

We came together hard, and I saw stars. Ignoring everything else, we moved together, hips rolling against each other, my legs working as I went back and forth, up and down. The motions were automatic, a dance as much as what we’d been doing on the floor a short time ago.

I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing or what he was doing. Not thinking about point or counterpoint. It was the way he felt inside. How he filled me the right way. The friction in all the right places.

And knowing that people were watching us.

I couldn’t deny how much that excited me. How much I liked knowing that there were women wishing they were me. Probably more than one man too. They knew he wanted me. Knew that the sounds he was making were because of me.Mybody turned him on. Out of all of the women he could’ve had, he’d chosenme.

That heady thought, combined with pressure building inside me, sent me skyrocketing into ecstasy.

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