One Night With a Billionaire - By VickiLewis Thompson Page 0,27

of the Paris that had captured Melanie’s imagination long ago—an exuberant blend of art and sexuality.

She loved the show, but it wasn’t the only reason she was getting more turned on by the second. She thought maybe Drew had planned it that way. If so, she was ready to fall in with that plan.

Leaning toward him, she put her mouth close to his ear and breathed in his signature fragrance. “I want you,” she murmured.

“Same here,” he whispered back. “It’s almost intermission.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly, but she was more than willing to find out when the show took a break and everyone rose from their seats.. As they joined the rest of the audience in the extravagantly decorated lobby, Drew put his arm around her and leaned down. “We can stay or leave. Up to you.”

She glanced into blue eyes hot with desire. “You’ll call Henri?”

“No. I told him we’d catch a taxi.”

She felt a sense of freedom at hearing that. “Let’s go.” The words were no sooner out of her mouth than Drew propelled her through the crowd and out the door.

On the sidewalk, he whistled for a cab. She climbed in and a thrill shot through her. No Henri to chaperone. She wondered if Drew had set that up on purpose, too.

He slid onto the seat beside her and gave the driver the name of a hotel.

“We’re not going to your place?”

“No.” He pulled her into his arms. “I can’t wait that long.” Then he kissed her with such urgency that he left no doubt that he was on fire for her.

The cab ride was short, but he made good use of it. His kiss was thorough as he used his tongue to suggest what he had in mind for the minute they were alone. Meanwhile he fondled every bit of her he could reach. He cupped her breast through the silken material of the dress and slid his other hand under her skirt.

She hadn’t ridden in many cabs in her life, and she’d certainly never made out in one, but the anonymity of it excited her. She stroked the fly of his slacks where the material strained over his erection. He groaned against her mouth.

Lights flashed past as the cab driver veered left and right, and the wild motion added to the feeling of reckless abandon. The sound of traffic outside disguised the soft whimpers of desire that escaped from her lips as Drew breached the barrier of her panties and caressed her with deliberate intent.

By the time they left the cab, she was as desperate for him as he was for her. Her wet panties bore testament to that. But she straightened her clothes and did her best to look cool and collected.

The lobby was small yet tasteful. The desk clerk seemed to be expecting them, which told Melanie that Drew had arranged this part in advance. That was a thrilling thought.

He gave his name and was issued a key without any questions about luggage. Taking Melanie’s hand, he led her up one flight of stairs, opened a polished wooden door, and pulled her inside a softly lit bedroom.

They’d barely closed the door before they were on each other, tugging at clothes and moaning in frustration. Fumbling with the zipper at the back of her dress, Drew walked her toward the bed and tumbled her backward. He’d made no progress on her zipper.

Abandoning that project, he stood, chest heaving, and unzipped his slacks. Without taking them off, he freed his rigid penis. She lay there, gasping for breath, as he fished a condom from his pocket and put it on. All the while he kept his gaze on her.

She was equally entranced with her view. Last night had been much darker and more mysterious. He was an awesome specimen and he seemed ready to take some decisive action with that top-of-the-line bad boy.

But she was still wearing the expensive dress he’d bought. She sat up and reached behind her back to work on the zipper.

His reply was hoarse with desperation. “Never mind that.” Cupping the back of her head, he covered her mouth with his and guided her down to the mattress while shoving her skirt to her waist.

Her pulse rate skyrocketed. She was being taken, and she loved it. When he encountered the barrier of her drenched panties, he ripped the delicate lace in two. All her life she’d dreamed of a man wanting her so much that he’d tear the clothes