Dominic sees someone behind me. His face changes, tensing. I turn.
It’s Blaine Prescott.
“Was I interrupting?” he asks, looking smug. Or maybe that’s just how his face is, I can’t tell. He looks super preppy in a polo shirt and khakis, all he’s missing is an obnoxious Rolex and—no, wait, there it is. I feel like telling him the 80’s called and want their movie villain back.
“Not at all,” Dom says smoothly. “My colleague and I were just discussing some ideas for our big anniversary party.”
Blaine eyes me nastily, his gaze raking over my body in a way that makes my skin crawl.
“I have to give you credit, Dominic. Pulling in a fresh young…talent…to try and dig you out of your hole. Well done.” He scratches his belly and leers at my chest again.
“How are things?” Blaine continues. “The promotion I ran hit you hard, didn’t it, Rexford? Don’t answer that. I know it did. But, hey, it won’t be your problem for much longer, will it?”
Dominic’s lips curve into a humorless smile, the kind that radiates danger and the threat of sudden violence. I expect Blaine’s lip to get busted at any second, but to his credit, Dom remains seated and far more composed than I feel. His ability to handle, well, everything, amazes me.
Dom puts his hand up, and a server comes immediately over. “Yes, sir, Mr. Rexford?”
“See that Mr. Prescott returns to his table with a glass of port, with my compliments.”
The server gulps, but Blaine can take a hint. “See you around, Rexford.” He strolls away.
“Are you OK?” I ask. Dom’s face is set like stone.
He throws his napkin down. “Suddenly, I’ve lost my appetite. Let’s go.”
We drive to the Rexford in silence. Anger is still rolling in waves off Dom, and I don’t know what to say. I accompany him up to the penthouse, and he closes the door behind us and tosses his keys down.
“I need a drink,” he sighs, heading to the bar.
He loosens his tie, but I hope he doesn’t take it off. In fact, I want him in that suit. The way it fits his body, tight and commanding, is sinful.
Maybe I can help get Blaine off his mind.
I cross the room after him and move in close. “The last time we were here, I was naked on your bed.”
Dom turns, his anger fading, replaced with lust. “I remember.”
“Do you remember what you were doing to me?” I ask, tracing down the front of his shirt.
“Well then,” I drop a kiss against his neck. “Feel free to pick up where you left off.”
Dom chuckles, and his commanding expression returns. “I think we’re going to do something different this time.” His lips graze my ear, and he whispers a thrilling demand.
“Get on your knees.”
His hands fall to my shoulders. He doesn’t apply any pressure, but I feel their weight as a question. Do I want to submit to him…to please him this way? God, yes. Dominic makes my inner sex vixen come out with a snap of his fingers.
Hell, he does it by simply breathing.
I slowly lower to the ground until I’m kneeling. My heart is pumping so hard, but I’m eager to please him. He’s already erect, the thick length of him pressing against the fabric of his pants.
I trace the outline of his cock with one finger and he sucks in a sharp breath. His hand slides into my hair, gripping a handful. “Take off my belt.”