Billionaire on the Loose (Page 54)

“We’re on the fortieth floor.” He’d never last that long. He’d end up fucking her in a dirty stairwell. That wouldn’t do. He grabbed her hand again and dragged her down another hallway, farther into the bowels of the conference center. “So who was that Julian guy?” It was just curiosity that made him ask, he told himself.

“Uh, someone I’d prefer to forget.”

He turned and looked at her. “Has he been bothering you?”

“What? No, he was . . .” She grimaced. “My one and only one-night stand prior to you. I think I was dazzled by his costume. I was not, however, dazzled by his performance.”

“And now I know too much,” Loch murmured, leading her in the opposite direction of the crowds. If there was nothing to see down this particular way, then that was where he wanted to go. There—a hallway with several doors was just ahead, and nearly deserted.

“You asked,” Taylor told him. “I was hoping to avoid him. He’s kind of a dick . . . with a small dick.”

He did ask, but now he regretted it, because he was picturing that prick in the shiny armor touching his Taylor. It wasn’t helping his jealousy. He led her down the hall and tried the first door. Locked.

“What are we doing?” Taylor whispered.

“We’re looking for something,” Loch told her, and went to the next door. Locked. Damn it.

“What are we looking for?”

The third door opened, and it was dark inside. He grabbed her hand and swept her inside with him. “Privacy.”

“Oh?” Taylor sounded amused. “Any particular reason?”

He ran a hand over the wall, looking for a light switch, and found a knob. He twisted it. The lights flickered and began to slowly come on. “I got jealous of everyone staring at your tits.”

She smothered a laugh. “Poor Loch.” Her voice was sweetly teasing, as was the hand she put on his chest as she stepped closer to him. “You should know that—” She paused and frowned at something behind him. “Is that a mushroom?”

Loch turned. Sure enough, the lights had come on, revealing the room. It was . . . well, heavily decorated was the best way he could describe it. Plastic vines of leaves swayed all over the room, hung from the ceiling. Fake trees with massive trunks dotted one section, and in the center of the room were several white and red mushrooms, big enough to be seats. At the base of the mushroom cluster, a stand-up banner proclaimed EXCELSIOR CONVENTION. “What is all this?”

“It’s Kerru Forest,” she told him with a laugh. “It’s the starting area for the Dragon Rider class. I’m guessing they’re going to use this room as a photo booth of sorts. They had something similar the last time I came, but it was Cityport instead of Kerru Forest and—” She paused as he locked the door and then pulled her forward. “Where are we going?”

He led her into the sea of props. “Have you ever made love on top of a mushroom?”

She giggled. “I have not, but I’m game.” She shrugged off her cloak and tossed it to the floor.

That was one of the things he fucking loved about her—she was always game for anything. He pulled her against him and groaned because everywhere he touched her he touched warm, bare skin. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Her arms went around his neck, hiking her breasts in a most magnificent fashion. “Are you saying that to me or to Talia Undura?”

“Seeing as how I don’t even know who that is? I’m saying it to Taylor.” Loch kissed her, his hands going to her arse to cup it under her tiny, short skirt. Underneath, his searching fingers found a tiny thong and he groaned. It was like this outfit had been made deliberately to tease him. “I want to fuck you in this ridiculous little costume of yours.”

“You like it,” she said between nipping little kisses. One hand slid down the front of his shirt and then she was pulling it free from his belt.

“Fuck yes, I like it. I like it too much.”

“I can tell.” Her hand went to his cock and she stroked him through the fabric. “You have condoms?”

“In my wallet.”

“Then I’m all yours.”

He tugged at her tiny thong, dragging it down her thighs until she could step out of it. One hand went to cup one of her breasts, and to his surprise, the scarf anchored there didn’t move a bit. “Taped?”

“Double-sided,” she agreed. “It’s amazing stuff.”

“Can you still feel me when I touch you?” He caressed her nipple, watching her reaction.

Her eyes closed and she leaned into him. “Oh, yeah.”

“Good.” He kissed her fiercely and palmed her breasts as he did. “I might have to get you to wear this sassy little costume of yours more often,” he murmured between kisses, dragging his thumbs over her hard nipples. She moaned, clinging to him. “You’re so easy to touch this way.” One hand slid down to her skirt and he pushed under it to find her pussy hot and wet. He groaned. “Fuck. You’re that aroused, Taylor?”

“You make me that way,” she told him, panting. Her hips pushed against his hand, as if she was trying to ride it. “I blame you.”

“That so?” He’d give her more to think about, then. He gave her another quick kiss, then put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around. “Bend over that mushroom for me, love.”

She moaned, but did as she was told. It pushed her ass into the air, barely covered by that tiny hint of a skirt, and he saw nothing but smooth back, bare thighs, and long legs. Beautiful.