Dominic Rexford is so close.
My boss is on the other side of this penthouse door. My sexy, dangerous boss. And I can have him – I can have every one of his tempting promises. All I have to do is swipe the keycard and step inside.
No more games. I want you, Juliet.
I shiver remembering the lust in his voice when he delivered his final ultimatum. I picture him inside, his shirt unbuttoned over that muscular body, tie loose around his neck. Stepping over this threshold is the biggest risk I’ve ever taken. My whole future is on the line. He could ruin all my plans, or make them come true in ways I never imagined.
I take a deep breath. Close my eyes. And swipe the card.
I push the door wide and go in before I can change my mind. I’ve never been up here before: this is the Rexford suite, for VIPs only. Now, I drink in every detail. The softly lit foyer spills into a wide, airy living room with an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. I take in the luxurious leather furniture and marble fireplace, but then I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, and everything falls away.
It’s him. Dominic. Walking toward me, a champagne flute in each firm hand.
My pulse kicks. Damn, he’s hot in his white dress shirt and tie, looking at me like he wants to devour me just like my sexy premonition. But even my imagination couldn’t capture how good he looks.
“I’m glad you came.” His smile is satisfied, like he just won a bet. But I guess he did, because I’m here, despite everything that’s happened. “Drink?”
I nod, suddenly nervous. His dark eyes rake over me as he hands me a glass. I tip it up and take a quick gulp, and warmth spreads through me: from the champagne, and the heat in his appraisal.
“You took your time.” Dom’s eyes darken just a little. I feel a surge of victory. Maybe he wasn’t so sure I’d make it. I decide to tease him, just a little.
I shrug, taking another sip. “I didn’t realize we were on the clock.”
Dom surveys me. “The limo was to your liking?”
“It was fine.”
“And the suite?” he gestures around.
I give another shrug, like it isn’t the most luxurious room I’ve ever been in. “It’ll do.”
His lips quirk in a smile. “I thought you’d like it.”
I give a flirty smile. “Have this all planned out, don’t you?”
“You knew I would come.”
This man doesn’t hesitate, not for a second. “Yes.”
His confidence would be infuriating if it wasn’t so damn sexy. I take a breath, trying to steady myself. Already, my nerves are thrumming in anticipation for his touch.
“You always get what you want, right, Dominic? Must be rough.” I place my glass down and saunter past him to the windows, playing it cool.
He follows, stepping in close. His breath is hot against the back of my neck as he answers. “This is what you want too, Juliet. Don’t try and deny it. Not now.”
He’s right. I made my choice back in the hallway. Hell, that’s not even true. I made my choice the minute Dominic Rexford put his hands on me. I could have walked away a dozen times since then, and we both know it. No matter the risks, I can’t seem to stay away from him.
Why fight it anymore? Why not just surrender to this incredible connection?
Dominic slips his arms around me, running his hands gently down my bare arms.
I squeeze my thighs against the blossom of heat between my legs and make one last-ditch effort for the upper hand. I nod out at the gorgeous night skyline, Chicago lit up in the dark. “To tell the truth, I really only came for the view.”
A low rumble comes from his throat. “It’s very nice.”
Dominic leans in and brushes his lips to my neck. His fingertips are still tracing lightly along my arms and stomach. I sink back against him as the pleasure shivers through me, fighting to keep still. His hands rove over me, moving to my breasts, so soft, only a whisper of sensation.
I feel it everywhere.
God, this man. He can turn me on in an instant, make me wet and aching for him.
I hold out as long as I can against his soft seduction, then I break. I turn, reaching for him, needing him hard against me. But Dom is already one step ahead: he pulls me in, kissing me hard as he crushes me to his muscular frame.
Yes. This is exactly what I came here for.
I reach up to loop my hands around his neck, needing something solid to hold onto as his lips devour me. His hands cup my face, he pulls my lower lip between his teeth, his tongue demanding mine. Or am I demanding him? I lose track of everything as we feast on each other.
Dominic winds my hair in his fingers and tugs, pulling my head back. I gasp at the dominance. “Dominic…” I whisper as he kisses down my neck.
“No,” he murmurs against my skin. “Don’t say my name. I want you to scream it.”
He lifts me in one swift move. I cling on tight, my legs going around his waist, my hands gripping his bare shoulders. He kisses me again, effortlessly carrying me through the suite. My blood is racing, and the tension is throbbing low and warm inside me by the time we reach the bedroom and he sets me down.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you here?” he growls. “Your gorgeous tits bare, your legs spread wide for me?”
My eyes go to the bed. It’s massive, an antique four poster, king-sized at least.
Dominic takes my chin in a firm but gentle grip and turns my head back to him, so I can see the intensity in his gaze. “I get hard every damn time I think about you, Juliet. This afternoon in my office, I wanted to rip your shirt open and press you against the glass so the entire street could see me fucking you.”
My breath stills. “Why didn’t you?” I whisper, imagining it.
Dom smiles down at me. A powerful, controlled look. “Because this time, you’re going to give me everything I want.”
He traces my jaw, then slides his thumb in my mouth. I can taste him, feel the rough pad of his finger invading me. It’s so incredibly erotic that I gasp, breathless. We lock eyes.
And then I suck.
Dominic groans. He backs away and sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens his tie, and begins to unbutton his shirt.
“Strip,” he commands.
One word, said so powerfully.
I don’t even think about it as I take hold of the hem of my shirt. I raise the fabric and shiver against the cool air that drifts over my stomach. Higher, higher, I slowly pull it over my head until I’m left in just my black lace bra.