Power Play: Jodie and the Billionaire (6 page)

“Yes,
sir.” Andrew took the elevator down.

“So
who am I now, Julia Roberts?” she asked as Dorian joined her as she entered the
living area. It had a huge, wraparound red leather couch and she nearly jumped
out of her skin with Dorian flipped a switch and the gas fireplace came to
life.

“You’re
not a prostitute.” He tossed his tie over the back of the couch. “And I’m no
Richard Gere.”

Well,
that was true—technically she wasn’t a prostitute. Although she was
starting to feel like one, a little bit.

“So
what are you doing in Vegas?” Now that she was here, in his room—suite,
penthouse, hotel mansion, whatever you wanted to call it—she felt more
shy, awkward.

“Business.
Investment opportunity.” He took a seat on the couch in front of the fire.

“And
gambling.” She couldn’t get over the place. It was huge! And the view of the
strip all lit up out the window was dazzling.

“On
occasion.” He patted the seat beside him. “I don’t bet more than I can afford
to lose.”

“You
can afford to lose a lot.” She snorted, taking a seat beside him, smoothing her
hands over her dress and kicking off her shoes. It felt so good to have them
off, she gave a little moan

“Money?”
He shrugged, sliding an arm around her shoulder. “Yeah.”

“This
place is…” She looked around, too overwhelmed for words. “You know how amazing
this is right?”

“It
should be, for forty thousand a night.” He pulled her closer still, his lips
brushing the top of her head.

Forty-thousand
a night?
What was she supposed to say to that?

“It’s
just you here?”

“I’m
not that extravagant.” He laughed. “I had over two-hundred people packed in
here last night.”

Well
that made more sense. Jodie looked out at the view again and saw something she
couldn’t quite believe was real.

“Is
that… a pool? Oh my God!” She jumped off the couch, running over to the floor
to ceiling windows that, she realized, weren’t all windows. There was a full
glass door leading out to a huge cantilevered pool—it hung right off the
edge of the building! It was all lit up, with a breathtaking view of the
strip. 

“Want
to take a selfie and send it to your idiot ex from the pool?” Dorian came up
behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “We can go skinny dipping.”

“I
don’t care about him…” She still couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was
like a dream. “Not anymore.”

“Well
I do.” He pulled her hair aside so he could kiss his way down her neck, giving
her goose bumps. “We’re going to show him what he’s missing.”

She
thought of Jason getting that photo of her kissing Dorian and, she had to
admit, some part of her was glad. Maybe he would understand what it felt like
to be cheated on, hurt, devastated. She knew what this was, that Dorian didn’t
love her and she didn’t love him. She had no wild ideas about them living
happily ever after. This was revenge—and it felt damned good.

“Sir?”
Andrew interrupted them, rolling a tray loaded with food into the suite. “Your
dinner.”

It
was nearly midnight—a little late for dinner—but she was starving
anyway.

“You
can leave the champagne and strawberries by the pool. We’ll eat in the dining
room.”

Jodie’s
eyes widened. “There’s a dining room?”

There
was, indeed, a dining room, which seated twelve people, but they sat together at
one end, Dorian devouring his steak and Jodie her chicken and waffles. The
cupcakes were red velvet and she moaned as she ate them, licking frosting off
her lips. He watched her with a bemused smile on his face.

When
Jodie went to clean up, Dorian stood, taking her wrist.

“Leave
them. Andrew will clean up in the morning.”

“Who
is Andrew? Is he yours?” she asked, following him into the living area.

“No.”
He laughed. “He comes with the penthouse.”

“Wow…
I guess forty-thousand dollars can buy you everything.” She gravitated to the
window, looking out at the pool.

“Not
everything.” His hands moved on her shoulders, brushing her hair aside.

Jodie
held her breath as her zipper came down, down, down, all the way to her lower
back. She remembered the underwear she was wearing—white cotton, nothing
special at all—and regretted her choice.

“Your
skin is flawless.” His lips brushed her shoulder as he slid Lauren’s fifteen
hundred dollar dress to the floor. Jodie stood there in her bra and panties, in
front of floor to ceiling windows, for all the world to see. If they had a
telescope, anyway.

“Let’s
go swimming.” Dorian opened the door leading to the pool, waving her through.

Jodie
couldn’t believe the view. She could see every hotel on the strip, all lit up.
You could probably see them from space, she thought, conscious of Dorian’s eyes
on her as she held onto the handrail and dipped her toes in. It was like bath
water.

“Go
ahead.” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll join you in a moment.”

Jodie
waded in, watching as he went back inside. The pool was a giant rectangle with
two adjacent wings. The end of the rectangle hung out over the edge, enclosed
with some sort of clear glass or plastic. She was desperate to see that view
and swam out to the very end, her stomach doing flip flops as she looked down
at the street below where everything was microscopic.

She
could see Caesar’s Palace in the distance and wondered what the girls were
doing. Probably speculating about what
she
was doing. Going back and
telling them in the morning would be quite an experience, she was sure.
Although, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be telling them
everything.

“Say
cheese.”

Jodie
turned and Dorian snapped a picture with her phone. He was down to a pair of
boxers and that fact interested her far more than the fact he’d just taken a
picture of her half-naked in the Palms penthouse pool with her phone.

“Water’s
warm.” She waved him in, realizing he probably already knew that.

“Temperature
controlled,” he explained as he waded in toward her. “I like it warm.”

“Me
too.” She leaned back against the glass, watching him approach. And she’d
thought the man was beautiful in a suit? She liked the Dorian Cole who swept
her into his arms and drove around in a Bugatti, but she was liking this
stripped down Dorian Cole just as much—maybe more—as he gave up
walking, fighting the water, and dove under. 

He
popped up beside her, his curly hair slicked back, water dripping off his nose
and chin. The water wasn’t deep—not even five feet, but they sank low,
their heads bobbing above the surface, Jodie’s dark hair spreading around her
shoulders like a fan.

“What
are you thinking?” she asked as he reached over to brush a wet strand of hair
from her cheek.

“That
I haven’t taken a strange girl back to my room since…” His voice trailed off,
his gaze shifting away, off into the distance, looking past the strip, through
it.

“Since…?”

“Two
years.” He met her eyes. “I’ve been celibate two years.”

“Celibate.”
She blinked in surprise. “As in…?”

“No
relationships. No dates. No… anything.”

“But…
why?”

“I
was very, very foolish.” He chuckled, moving to take her in his arms. She liked
it there, floating in the water, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her
legs around his waist. “Now I realize what I’ve been missing.”

“You
know, I’m not that strange,” she countered, kissing water droplets off his
broad shoulders.

“You’re
not strange at all.” He moved slowly through the water, carrying her with him.
“Actually, you’re oddly familiar.”

“Do
I remind you of someone?” That would actually explain a lot, she reasoned.
Maybe she looked like an old girlfriend or lover—or wife?

“No.”
He smiled. “I just feel… like I know you.”

“You
don’t know me at all,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Oh
I beg to differ.” He cocked one eyebrow. “You’re a very good editor for Simon
and Schuster. You’re not used to wearing fancy dresses and high heels. You’re
incredibly lucky at dice. You have sisters who you used to beat at Yahtzee.”

She
had to laugh at that. So he’d overheard her talking and had a good memory.

“You’re
a very good friend.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And you like cupcakes. And
waffles.”

“Muffins
too,” she added. “Any carb really.”

He
smiled, turning in a semi-circle in the water.

“And
you have a very big heart,” he added. “Which has just been broken.”

“Don’t
make me cry.” She swallowed past a lump in her throat. “I’m not here to cry.”

“Hm.”
He shifted her weight downward, aligning her hips with his, and she instantly
felt his erection through his boxers. “What are you here for?”

“To
forget,” she whispered, her gaze focused on those soft, soft lips.

“Then
let me help you with that.”

He
slipped a hand behind her head, bringing her mouth to his in a long, slow,
tantalizing kiss, his tongue playing with hers, like a bee drawing honey. Jodie
didn’t understand how he did it, how the instant his mouth found hers, she
forgot everything. His hands roamed over her wet back as he broke the kiss,
mouth trailing down her neck, licking the water off.

She
moaned when he grabbed her breasts, flesh spilling over the top of her bra,
nipples so hard they ached. His thumbs made circles around them as they floated
through the water. When she looked down, she saw her white cotton bra was
completely see-through, her nipples and dark areolas showing through the thin
material. He seemed to be enjoying the view—his cock throbbed, trapped
between them.

He
groaned when she reached back and unhooked her bra, sliding it down her
shoulders and letting her breasts spill into his hands. Dorian licked and
sucked at her flesh like a starving man, leaving little bruises with the
suction. She cried out when his mouth covered her nipple, sucking deeply, his
fingers digging into her ass, grinding her against his crotch.

 Fuck,
she wanted him. Her panties and his boxers were between them and she wanted the
material to just disappear. She reached down to tug at her panties and found
herself distracted by his cock. He moaned when she slid a hand into his boxers,
stroking him under the water as he devoured her tits. His boxers slipped off,
floating away as they rocked together.

“Easy,
girl.” He groaned as she tugged him faster, rubbing him over the thin material
of her panties. “It’s been a damned long time.”

“Wait…”
She stopped, blinking at him in surprise. “When you said celibate… do you mean…
you haven’t…?”

“I
haven’t come in two years.”

“No
fucking way.” She stared at him in disbelief.

She
couldn’t believe this beautiful man had not only been celibate for two years,
but hadn’t even once touched the glorious cock throbbing in her hand.

“It’s
true.” He bit his lip when she squeezed him.

“Come
here.” She used his cock to lead him to the shallow end, tugging him along
until she could sit on the steps, running her hands over his body, the water
dripping down his broad chest, his hard-ridged stomach, the bulging muscles of
his thighs. He might work in an office, but the man took good care of his body.

His
cock stood up, thick and proud, dripping water as well as precum. Jodie slid
her mouth around the head, hand encircling the shaft as she looked up, watching
his face. She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, burying a hand in her
hair as she took his length slowly from tip to base, pausing before coming back
up again for air.

“Where
do you want to come the first time?” she asked, rubbing the tip of her cock
against her lips, her cheek. “My mouth? My tits? My pussy? ... My ass?”

She
offered the last after only a moment’s hesitation, something she’d never, ever
given Jason, even in their eight years together.

“Your
mouth.” He grabbed her hair, sliding his cock back in, slowly pumping. Jodie
moaned around his length, her pussy aching for attention. She slid her hand
into her panties under the water, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she
played with herself.

“Mmm,
good girl,” he murmured, watching her take his length, his gaze skipping
between her legs where she worked her little clit in circles. “Finger
yourself.”

“God
I want to come,” she whispered as she came up on his length. “You made me so
fucking wet.”

He
groaned at that, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it over her lips.

“Will
you come for me?” His other hand moved in her hair. “I’m going to lick you
clean.”

She
let out a little whimper as he slid his cock between her lips again, fucking
her mouth with short, hard thrusts. Jodie gasped around his length, letting him
use her mouth. It occurred to her that they were fully exposed—everything
was glass—but that just made it hotter somehow.

“Ohhhh
fuck,” he growled, his hand fisting in her hair, fucking her mouth faster,
harder.

“Nnnnn.”
She met his eyes, hers half-closed with pleasure, her pussy quivering with
need. She didn’t just want it—she
needed
it. She was going to come
with this beautiful man’s cock in her mouth.

“Come
for me,” he whispered, feeding her his cock. “I’m going to come in that sweet
little mouth of yours. Are you ready to swallow it all?”

She
was more than ready.

Jodie
attempted a nod, bobbing her head on his cock, making him moan with pleasure.
She was so close. So fucking
close.

And
then she was there.

She
didn’t mean to stop sucking him but it was involuntary—her head went back,
a low, guttural sound coming from her throat as she climaxed, her whole body
shuddering with the force of it. Dorian cried out, the first wave of his cum
splashing her cheek, the second her lips, because she’d suddenly remembered,
lunging at his cock with her mouth. He groaned when she swallowed the third
blast of his cum, sucking him deeply, her pussy still contracting around her
plunging fingers.