Seduction of the Billionaire Playboy Actor Page 2

  Never before had she had problems talking to a man. Growing up with four brothers, who made no qualms about how men really acted when women weren’t around, tended to make her less than impressed with the opposite sex.

  “Too far.”

  “So that’s a no?” He started to answer, but she held up a hand. “Please don’t say it’s up to me. I’ve told you what I wanted. Tell me what you want.”

  ***

  “I want you, Amber.” Never had Christian wanted another woman like this. He hungered for her, her taste. The sight of her bare and wet for him as she lay on his bed. “My room’s here.”

  “But this is a private residence.” Her brow wrinkled adorably, until understanding dawned in her chocolate eyes. “This is your house.”

  “Does it matter?” What he really wanted to know was if that was important to her.

  She shook her head, sending red waves over her shoulders. “I don’t care how much or how little money or things you have. I want you, the man standing before me.”

  He believed her. She said it with such conviction, without hesitation, that he couldn’t not believe her. And he had a pretty good bullshit detector. Something that his brother, Sebastian, set off every time they were in the same room together. “Are you an angel?”

  “Only if angels are allowed to seduce.”

  “I’ll allow you to do whatever you’d like.” He craned his head, looking right and left as he searched for the quickest exit. “If we travel the perimeter of the room, we can get to that far door without being seen. There are seven columns along the way to hide behind.”

  Grinning, she said, “I think I saw that in a movie once. The main characters crashed a wedding.”

  “Proposing already, darling?” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along after him.

  “One day you might want to make an honest man of yourself.”

  “Unlikely.”

  “Never say never.”

  He grunted, then jerked her to him. “Shit. My agent’s looking this way!” They ducked behind the first column. Glancing around the column, he scanned the room. “All clear.”

  “Let’s go,” she said, picking up the hem of her dress.

  They ran again, dodging servers and potted plants.

  “My brother!”

  “Faster, love.”

  This time she pulled Christian behind the third column and kissed him. Fingers tangling in his hair as she devoured him. Good God, they had to get to his room soon.

  All too soon she broke their kiss and tugged him after her. This time he’d barely gotten to the fifth column before his hands were on her ass and her tongue was in his mouth. “Two more, baby.” He rocked against her, pleased to hear her moan. “Can you make it?”

  She undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers spreading the material apart. “Keeping up with you won’t be a problem.” Then her very wicked tongue traced the outline of his tattoo and he groaned. “But you might not be able to keep up with me.”

  “Ah, the hell with it.” He lifted her in his arms, running for the door and not caring who saw them. Nothing would stop him.

  Chapter 3

  The door opened, smacking against the wall.

  He fell against it, holding Amber in his arms, her dress hiked to her hips and legs wrapped around his waist. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his mask.

  She pushed at his jacket, then unbuttoned his pants, never breaking their kiss. He wanted to tell her to slow down, that they had all the time in the world, but her hand wrapped around his cock and he growled instead.

  She tore her mouth away and whispered, “Condom.” Then she bit down on the lobe of his ear until he hissed, her hand still stroking him.

  “Do that again, only lower.”

  Licking the juncture between his throat and shoulder, she asked, “Here?”

  “Yes.” Her teeth clamped down on him. “Harder.” His eyes popped open, then practically rolled with the pleasure of it as he dug into his trouser pocket and pulled out a condom. Tearing it open with his teeth, he spit out the foil and shoved her hand aside. After sheathing himself, he turned them, propping her against the wall.

  Her arm shot out, closing the door with a slam and she giggled into his mouth. “That was loud.”

  “I’ve never had a woman laugh while kissing me,” he said, “My ego might not survive.” And neither would he if he didn’t get inside of her right this instant. “Unwrap one of your legs from around me.”

  She did as he asked and he slid his cock against her, watching her dark eyes glazed over with passion as rubbed her clit. “Chri—Ian, I want—”

  “Christian.” He kissed her again, hard and deep. “Say it as much as you want.” Then he pushed his cock inside of her and was immediately pushed back out. Jesus. She was tight as hell and felt like heaven. “Love, you have to relax.”

  She whimpered. “I’m trying, but I’ve never done this before.”

  “Have sex with a man you’ve just met? Shocking,” he teased, earning a quivering smile from her. Rubbing his knuckles against her satiny skin, he gently kissed her and let his other hand travel from around her hip to where he wanted to be the most.

  At his first touch, she gasped and arched her back. She was so very wet and hot. Sliding a finger inside of her, he clenched his teeth. Her inner muscles had clamped down on him.

  As her hands relaxed their death grip on him, he added a second finger, then began to move. All the while his thumb caressed her clit.

  “Christian.” Her hips jerked as she whispered his name.

  He slid in deeper, easier than he had on the balcony. Not until his fingers were slick with her did he stop. Gently removing them, he coated her lips with her juices. A pink tongue darted out to lick at his finger, before sucking the digit inside. Her dark eyes gazed into his as he felt her swirl her tongue over and around his skin.

  “Fuck me,” he growled. He couldn’t get his fingers out of the way fast enough. He couldn’t put his mouth on hers fast enough, his tongue between her lips, showing her exactly what he would be doing with his cock.

  Steadying her hips, he pushed inside of her. Hard. Crying out his name, she undulated against him and her head fell back. Once more her hands had a death grip on his biceps.

  “Relax, sweetheart, relax.”

  Taking a deep breath, she exhaled and he slid the smallest of distances. Withdrawing slightly, he rocked back inside of her and was rewarded with a moan. Encouraged, he repeated the action, over and over until her hands fell to her sides and he was balls deep.

  He stroked her, watching as his cock disappeared inside of her. His balls drew tight against his body as he sank inside of her. As he rubbed her swollen clit. He let his forehead fall against the wall. Nothing had ever felt like this, so right and perfect, like she was made for him alone. Nothing would ever feel this good again.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chanted.

  “Never,” he promised, moving faster now. Whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it, she would have it. “Say my name.”

  “Christian.”

  “Again.”

  Whimpering, she moved her leg higher around him and damn if he didn’t slid in another inch. “Christian.” She pressed her mouth against his throat and he shivered. “I’m unhn… oh God, again. Christian.”

  Sensation after sensation inundated him as she orgasmed, as her inner muscles clenched at him, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. One last desperate surge inside of her and he came with a guttural shout of her name.

  Rocking against her, he waited for his heart to calm, his breathing to return to normal and for this feeling of rightness and perfection to pass. All of those things eventually came to pass—except his feelings.

  Leaning back he found her eyes closed and her mouth parted. “Open your eyes,” he said, not moving a muscle as she held him within her, in a grip not even the tightest fist could make. Brown eyes framed by spiky lashes blinked open and he smiled, though it wasn
’t the easiest thing to do at the time. He wished like hell she’d take off her mask.

  Amber smiled back, lovely and sweet. Yet there was vulnerability in her gaze he hadn’t seen before, as if she expected him to thank her and be on his way. Which wasn’t that far off from his usual MO. But this time, this time…nothing on Earth would make him leave her side.

  Shaken to his core, he couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. “Stay the night with me. Hell, stay the week, the month…the year. Just stay with me.”

  Chapter Four

  Zoe stared at him through wet lashes and swallowed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Not in her wildest fantasies would Christian say those words to her. She had prepared herself for that reality.

  “I-I,” she stammered, wincing as he pulled out of her. Turning away from him, she smoothed down her dress. When she glanced up, he had taken off his shirt. “What are you doing?”

  Giving her a wicked smile, he let his pants fall to the floor and pushed down his boxer-briefs. “Told you I have several condoms.” Lifting off his mask, he threw it on a nearby table.

  Good Lord, he was even more beautiful without clothes on. All lean muscles and tall, with wide shoulders and a very fine butt. She couldn’t stop staring at him.

  Making herself stop ogling him, she said, “So you’re serious?”

  “I never joke about protection,” he said with a wink. He walked to the door, locked it and turned the lights out. She just could make out his silhouette in the darkness.

  “No…about staying with you,” she said softly. “Are you serious about that?”

  “For the first time in my life. Although, if you’d prefer, I’ll let you use me for sex.” He came to her then, unzipping her dress and helping her out of it. She moved to roll down her stockings. “Leave those on. But you can lose the shoes.”

  After removing everything but her stockings, she took a deep breath and untied her gold mask. “Can you see me?”

  “Not really. Shall I turn on the lights by the bed?”

  “No!”

  He chuckled, then laced his fingers though hers, bringing their joined hands to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. “Eventually you will have to show me that very lovely face of yours.”

  “What if my face isn’t lovely?” She’d always been comfortable with what she looked like-the girl next door. Nothing to inspire lust or for someone to write odes about. But his standard had to be much higher with the life he led. Something that would disappoint her greatly if true. “What if I’m just a plain Jane?”

  “To me, you are beautiful.” He caressed her cheek. “Please believe me when I say that your looks don’t matter. I don’t care if the entire world thinks you don’t meet their standard of beauty, because you’ve already met mine.”

  Weak in the knees, she used her free hand to prop herself against the wall. She believed him, dear Lord, she did. She had to. He sounded so sincere, so unrehearsed. “Tomorrow then.”

  “Ah, so you’ll stay with me.”

  “Yes.”

  He led her to the bed, then swung her up in his arms and gently placed her in the middle of the mattress. Moving between her thighs, he kissed her nipples. “Last chance to leave before I ravish you again.”

  She laughed until he wrapped his hot mouth around one of her nipples and sucked. Moaning, she arched her back and he slid his arm under her, bringing her closer. “More.”

  “I’m already hard for you again.” His erection slid against her inner thigh, then against where she still throbbed and ached for him. He moved his arm out from under her and grabbed his cock, rubbing it against her clit.

  Almost immediately she grew wetter. “That feels—”

  “So bloody good,” he finished. “Turn over.”

  Burying her face in the closest pillow as she followed his instructions, she trembled in anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity, he began to kiss her shoulders, then worked his way down her back, nipping and licking at her skin. He kissed her butt, which made her giggle when she thought those exact words, then he made her claw at the bedcovers when he raked his teeth across the backs of her knees.

  Spreading her legs, he eased one long finger inside of her. Despite the soreness, she pressed back. His breathing grew heavier as he added another finger, scissoring them inside of her and hitting a spot so sensitive that she cried out.

  She could hear the smug smile in his voice as he said, “That’s it, love. Now lift your hips for me.”

  “I want…I need,” she panted as she rose on her hands and knees. Swearing, he removed his fingers, taking away what she knew to be the beginning of another mind-blowing orgasm. “Wait—don’t—”

  The head of his cock pushing inside her silenced her protest. He teased her with shallow thrusts, his muscular arms planted alongside her head in the mattress. “You don’t want this inside of you?” he asked, thrusting deep and making her whimper.

  She was so damn sore and yet he felt so good.

  Withdrawing, he said, “Answer me, love.”

  “Yes,” she said, pressing back. She was rewarded with another hard thrust. This position was even better than the first; he felt so different this way. So…Suddenly, she panicked and tried to scramble away from him. “Did you put on a condom?”

  He held her tight against him, his cock firmly inside of her. “Feel for yourself.” Letting her hand slid down to where they were joined, she felt the ridge of latex at the bottom. “Better?”

  She nodded, her heart pounding in her ears.

  “Brilliant. Now, back to fucking you properly.” He moved his hands to cup her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples as he drove himself deep inside of her. One hand drifted lower to her mound, sliding between her lips to rub her clit. “Am I a novelty for you? Something a bored—”

  “No,” she said, “I wanted you the first time I saw you.”

  “Know the feeling, love.” Lifting her up, he sat back and brought her with him, stretching her sore muscles. “Do you like this?”

  Moaning, she rolled her hips. “You?”

  Pushing her back down on the mattress, he pressed his hand on the small of her back. “Prefer this position.” Then he grabbed a hip and began to thrust inside of her hard and deep, until she screamed his name. Vaguely, she heard him call out her name, then he slumped over her. “Am I too heavy?”

  “Doesn’t matter,” she panted, “I’m too blissed out to move.”

  Rolling to his side, he took her with him. His large hand caressed her from shoulder to hip as her heart slowly returned to normal. “When can I see you again? I need location and time.”

  She smiled, pushing her hair out of her face. “I thought we were spending the night together?”

  “Figured you might want to shower and change into regular clothes at some point.” He dropped a kiss on her neck and pulled out of her, then rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. “Then again, keeping you nude and in bed with me is a better idea,” he called out.

  “For how long?” she asked as he reappeared in the doorway, light from the bathroom highlighted his body but she remained firmly hidden in the shadows.

  “Forever.” He moved to the bed and she held her arms out to him, sighing in pleasure when he gathered her to him. “This might sound like I’m giving you a line, but I’ve never felt like this before.”

  “Me neither,” she admitted, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

  “Let’s have breakfast at Java. Do you know the restaurant?”

  Nodding, she rested her head against his chest and began tracing the rose tattoo on his chest. “How about lunch, around 1:30, instead? I have an appointment in the morning.” She planned on dyeing her hair back and throwing away the contacts. No reason to let their relationship continue on lies. And she’d have to tell him her real name. Wonder if he’d remember meeting her from before then? Or kissing her at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

  “I’m afraid to let you out of my arms,” he said, his
voice serious. “It’s like you appeared out of thin air right when I needed someone the most and I’m terrified you won’t show tomorrow.”

  “Nothing can keep me away,” she promised, “Let’s exchange numbers and I’ll text you when I’m done.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” he nuzzled her hair, turning her to her back again. “But later.” He began to kiss his way down her body, settling himself between her legs. “Much, much later.”

  “Much…later,” Zoe agreed, then gasped as Christian began to make love to her with his mouth.

  Chapter Five

  Sunlight streaming through the windows awakened Christian. Smiling he rolled over, reaching for Amber, but all he found was her scent and the depression her head had left in the pillow beside him.

  He frowned until he heard his cell phone beep. Grabbing it off the bedside table, he glanced at the unfamiliar number. His frown disappeared as he realized it was her.

  Sorry can’t be there when u wake up. Borrowed ur phone and texted myself then u.  Now u have my number. So text me. Maybe when u wake up?

  Morning, love. See u at Java’s. 1:30

  Setting the phone back down, he made his way to the bathroom to shower and change. Toweling off his hair, he checked his phone again. Nothing.

  “Dammit,” he muttered, then texted his cousin. Snagging a cigarette from his tuxedo jacket, he walked out on his balcony for a smoke.

  Of course his cousin’s response was immediate and full of so many innuendos about Christian’s disappearance with a mystery woman that he couldn’t help but shake his head and roll his eyes. He ground out the cigarette and threw it in the trash on the way back inside.