Page 11 of Interview with the Billionaire

“You have another suggestion, Mr. Stark?”

“I think you know exactly what I’m suggesting,” he said, moving closer, then tugging on the sash on her robe to release the bow. It fell open, and he slid his hands inside, his palms grazing her hips as she drew in a breath. “And I think you know exactly what I need.”

“She’s waiting.” The protest was soft. And not the least bit convincing.

“So you said. But I need this, baby. I know why I’m letting her into our home, but that doesn’t mean I like it.”

“Do you think I don’t understand? You’re pissed off that she’s here and you can’t toss her out. Or you could, but it wouldn’t be satisfying because it would tank part of the work Evelyn’s done.”

“You do know me well.”

She put her hands on his, then gently pushed them off her hips. For a moment his heart hitched, fearing that she could deny him this. Then she moved to the intercom. “Gregory, something’s come up. Can you make sure our guest is comfortable? We should be free by ten-thirty.”

“Of course.”

She turned back to him, her smile as mischievous as his own. But it wasn’t humor that pulsed in his veins, especially not when she shrugged out of the robe, letting it fall to a heap on the floor as she walked toward him. “Whatever you need, Damien. Whenever you need it.”

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“I think I have a clue,” she said, sliding into his arms. “I’m pretty sure we’re breaking every social rule in the book. My mother would be having a fit.”

“Makes it all the more exciting doesn’t it?”

“Hell, yes,” she said, then gasped as he cupped her naked ass and pulled her closer so that her body pressed against his cock, already blissfully, painfully hard.

“Tell me what you want from me, Mr. Stark.”

“You’ve already given me everything I could ever want. Right now, I just want to enjoy what’s mine.”

She grinned. “That would be pretty much everything across many acres. Not to mention huge chunks of Los Angeles. And the world for that matter.”

“You’re thinking far too big. The only possession I intend to enjoy right now is the one in this room with me.”

Her eyes widened as she looked around the room. “The bed? The furniture? Or perhaps the light fixtures?”

“You.”

She eased to the bed and sat at the foot. “Mr. Stark, are you suggesting that I’m your possession? That you own me?”

“I’m not suggesting at all. I’m stating it outright.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. Do you have a bill of sale? Some sort of contract? After all, transfer of title is a highly regulated transaction. You should be able to provide proof of ownership.”

He patted himself down, then aimed a frown at her as he took a step closer. “I seem to have misplaced the documents. I wonder if I could provide you some other proof?”

He moved closer still so that she had to lean back and tilt her head up to look at him. “And what kind of proof would that be?” she asked.

“Familiarity with my property, for starters. An intimate knowledge. How this lovely trinket I own feels.”

“Trinket?” The laughter in her voice faded into a needy moan as he slid his fingertip deep inside her cunt, then traced it up to her cleavage. “How it tastes,” he continued, then slipped his finger into his mouth as her eyes locked on his. “How to best enjoy it,” he added, once again taking her hips and pulling her toward him so that her hot skin was pressed against his slacks, and his hands were sliding down her backside, on a mission to tease her ass.

“Well, it’s not ideal, Mr. Stark.” Her voice was reedy, as if passion was making her desperate for air. “But I suppose if you don’t have the paperwork, you can continuing trying to prove ownership. I warn you, though. I’ll take a lot of convincing.”

“I’m nothing if not diligent. And very, very thorough.” On the last, he picked her up at the waist and tossed her onto the bed. She cried out, the sound muffled when he slid on top of her, his mouth closing over her breast as his fingers slipped inside her.

“Nikki.”

He spoke her name like a prayer. And why not? She was a goddess as far as he was concerned. She’d given him life. She’d given him everything. And he intended to give everything back in return.