The Billionaire's Ball: BBW Billionaire Boss Erotic Romance (Vivian's Desire)

“That’s not my floor!”

He looked at her with a wicked smirk. “I’ve got another surprise for you,” he gently shoved her against the wall while wiggling his eyebrows. “Hope you’re ready for it.” She groaned as he pressed his body against hers and kissed his neck while he ran a hand through her tousled curls.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,” he chanted in between kisses up and down the side of her face. She felt her body warm delightfully underneath the weight of his butterfly touches. He tugged against her handcuffs and chuckled darkly. “I can’t wait to get you in private.”

The elevator sounded off and he gave out a cry of victory, grabbing her arm and tugging her out the just opening doors. The hallway of this floor was thankfully empty. The glittering chandeliers above winked with light above her as their frantic footsteps filled the silence. She giggled at the sight of seeing Ben, running ahead and excitedly gripping her hand with a huge grin on his face.

“Where are we going?” she asked, panting slightly.

“You’ll see,” he replied playfully. They turned the corner and she saw a set of beautiful cream French doors. Their style was slightly different than the suites on her floor. She glanced quickly back down the hallway and realized all of the suites on this floor were styled the same way. Many of them had ‘Do not disturb!’ signs written in elegant cursive hung on the door handles.

He stopped in front of the doors, which she realized were slightly larger than all of the others on the floor. “Do you know what this is?”

She bit her lip and shot a look back down the hall again. “Judging by the signs, the couples floor?”

“Technically, they’re honeymoon suites,” he informed her with a nod and then gestured to the impressive doors in front of them. “This is the best one though.”

She nodded, trying to absorb the information. “OK, is this where you are staying?” He had booked a room for them just to carry out his sneaky appearance? Well, she couldn’t exactly put it past his usual theatrics.

He glanced expectantly at her. “So?”

“So?” she stared blankly at him.

“Do you have my gift?”

The key! Her mouth dropped open as she let out a small gasp. “It’s in my clutch!” Her evening bag was wedged underneath her arm, the only place she could secure it during their mad dash with handcuffs on.

He slid it from underneath her arm and pawed through it quickly. “Got it!” he announced with a little cheer and unlocked the door. Her eyes widened as the doors swung open.

“Wow,” the room was massive. He abandoned her clutch near a fine armchair by the bathroom door. Her heels clattered softly over the glittering white marble tile floor. The walls were crimson red with cream silk banners hanging on them next to perfectly dimmed crystal light fixtures. Against the most lavish looking wall was a massive bed with luxurious white bedding.

“You like it? I made them decorate it to my taste at the very end. It was a rush job. They didn’t let me put in an in-floor hot tub like I wanted either.”

She bit back any sarcastic quip as she marveled at the room. It seemed to glitter with enticing promise. She felt the weight of her handcuffs against her wrists with an excited shiver. “It’s beautiful.”

“The bed is even better,” he purred. He grabbed her gently but firmly and led her over to the bed. She noticed a basket of red wine and an assortment of other gifts wrapped beautifully in glossy paper on the nightstand. It was just then that she noticed the mirrors on the wall across from the bed. She smiled.

“Your design choice, I’m guessing?” she tried to look cool, gesturing to the mirrors with her handcuffed hands. He smirked.

“I love a view,” he replied. “I figured you would too.”

She smiled. He wasn’t wrong. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and he motioned to the bed. She settled herself on the edge and looked down at the handcuffs around her wrist.

“I can’t touch you like this,” she said with a pout. His wicked grin widened.

“No, you can’t,” he mused and sat beside her, “can you?” She felt her cheeks warm. He was teasing her. He was always teasing her.

“I want to touch you,” she mumbled. He leaned his head on her shoulder.

“This is revenge for all your witty comebacks. You’ve been a bit of a hit to my self-esteem, love.”

She snorted. “Highly doubtful.”

“There it is,” he said with amusement. “Ooh, I love that wit.” She squirmed underneath him. He always had a way of making her feel utterly flustered. She stared at the handcuffs around her wrists, her hands lying in her lap.

“How will I get my clothes off?” her question earned a dark chuckle from her companion.

“Oh, darling. That’s my job,” he stood up swiftly and strode over to the table. There were two wine glasses next to the bottle of wine and basket. He began opening the bottle. “Would you like a glass?”