The Billionaire's Ball: BBW Billionaire Boss Erotic Romance (Vivian's Desire)
“That seems fair enough,” he mused and she watched as his eyes flicked up and down her body. “Although, he’s probably just jealous that I still have much better taste.”
“I’m not a meal,” she said with a click of her tongue disapprovingly. He grinned.
“Still delicious.”
“Thank you, I’m aware.”
“You’ve got a lot cockier since hanging around me.”
“My confidence just happens to increase around jackasses,” she informed him sweetly. The music shifted inside to something slower and sultrier, but louder now. They could hear it perfectly a low level even from outside.
“Do you dance with jackasses?” he asked, stepping away from the railing.
She looked him over with playful hesitation. “Perhaps.”
He extended his hand with another step. “Would you dance with me, Vivian?”
“I suppose.”
They closed the few feet between them. He slid her hand in his soft-gloved grip. She felt tingles rush over her body as they pressed their bodies closer together. The sound of the waves and music seemed to fade away as she looked up into his eyes, peering out from behind the magnificent black mask.
“You look handsome,” she said.
“You look utterly beautiful,” his voice was nearly breathless. Her chin instinctively dipped as she felt her cheeks heat up. His compliments always caught any witty replies in her throat and conjured butterflies in her stomach. She steadied herself gratefully by leaning against him, her head resting against his shoulder as they moved.
She felt the cool steel slide around her wrists before she knew what had happened.
“Do you want to have some fun?” he asked in the deep voice she loved so much. His fingers brushed over her racing pulse as she felt the metal clink against her. “If you think you can handle it.”
Her eyebrows rose and she summoned her best steely gaze. “Yes. If you can handle me.”
She heard the swift click of the handcuffs being secured around her. He ran his tongue lightly up her neck and to her ear, firing off waves of furious nerves that begged for more attention. His lips brushed against the diamond earrings he’d given her just last month.
“Vivian, you make me want dangerous things.”
Funny that he was telling her that. She pulled the chains of the handcuffs tight against her wrists underneath him. “I’m ready if you are.”
He pulled her against his body with one swift tug and found her lips in a searing kiss. She moaned softly as his hips ground against her, feeling her panties growing damp already. His lips grinned against hers and suddenly he tugged her away from the wall.
“Let’s go!”
He grabbed her hands, the dainty but sturdy chain
of her new silver bangles jangling as they set off in a run. She nearly tripped over her own heels.
“Ben!”
But, he was a man on a mission. He bounded before her to jab the button of the elevator before taking her back into his arms. She was breathless from their sprint down the hall and struggled against him, trying to stifle her giggles as his mask had become skewed in the run.
He dipped his head and hungrily attacked her neck. His tongue pushed pleasurably against the vein of her throat and she gasped as he nipped it with a soft growl.
The elevator sounded and she looked up with startled eyes as the doors swept open. An older couple had been laughing, arm in arm. The woman saw them before the man and she let out a little squeal, clapping her hand over her mouth. The man next to the woman grinned wildly as they slipped quickly out of the elevator. Ben couldn’t be bothered to look up as he hastily guided Vivian’s body to enter the elevator as she mumbled some sheepish apologies.
“That gives me a great idea!” she heard the man exclaim with a matching bout of laughter as the doors closed.
“Ben!” she pushed against him. “At least get the button!”
He broke away and looked around, as if suddenly realizing they were back on the planet’s surface. “Button, button, button,” he mumbled and stabbed a number that wasn’t her suite’s level.