No Ordinary Billionaire (Sinclair #1)

Chapter 14

Sarah was giggling by the time she raced inside the front door, Dante following close behind.

“Wait,” he told her sternly.

Sarah stopped and stood by the door until Dante had looked around the house and switched off the alarm system. When he came back, he snatched her by the hand and pulled her into the living room. “Show me.”

“Here?” she squeaked innocently.

“Here. Right now,” he said demandingly.

She knew exactly what he was waiting expectantly to see. After kicking off her shoes, she shimmied the fitted skirt over her ass and up to her waist, her breath hitching as she heard Dante’s low-pitched groan.

She turned around slowly, revealing her bare ass cheeks to him. The minuscule panties were a thong—not her usual underwear of choice, but she’d worn them for him.

“Perfect for what I’m going to do to you,” he threatened as he stepped toward her, eyes blazing. “Sometimes I like it rough, Sarah. I think you want that, too, or you wouldn’t have asked for it.”

“I do,” she breathed softly, her pussy clenching with need. She wanted this man’s hands all over her, and she wanted his intensity right now. “But you’ll have to catch me first,” she called over her shoulder as she sprinted to the kitchen. After exiting through the sliding glass doors, she headed for their one safe area, a place Dante had allowed them to go: the dock on the small private beach behind his house. It was long and narrow until it fanned out at the very end with a sitting area. Dante could see anyone approaching, so they’d started sitting outside at the end of the dock when she needed some fresh air. Sarah sprinted across the short expanse of sand, her feet hitting the wooden dock at a mad dash. She ran full speed until she reached the end of the dock, panting.

Dante was right behind her, his long legs eating up the distance down the dock. He stopped before he reached her. “You shouldn’t have run outside like that. Nowhere to go. What are you going to do now? You can’t get past me, and I don’t think you’re planning to jump into the water.”

Sarah’s heart was racing, her pussy flooding as she watched Dante stalk her. “I can swim,” she informed him, stepping closer to the edge of a dock she had no intention of using to leap into the ocean. The dress she was wearing had been one of Emily’s picks and probably was quite pricey, and really, she had no desire to run very far from Dante. There was no way she was swinging her leg over the waist-high slatted fence around the end of the dock and plunging into the Atlantic Ocean.

Dante prowled closer, removing his suit jacket as he moved slowly forward, and then started unknotting his tie. “You aren’t jumping.”

He knew her all too well, but Sarah stepped closer to the edge, so close that her ass bumped into the wooden railing. Grasping on to it, she said confidently, “I might.” Not!

“Take the dress off, Sarah,” Dante demanded sternly. “Now.” He hit the switch on the tiny lamp at the end of the dock, flooding it with dim light. He pulled the gun out from the small of his back and set it carefully on the wooden dock in an area that wouldn’t get wet, within reach but out of the way.

Her nipples hardened at the sound of his harsh order, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet. “Make me,” she challenged him, sending him a defiant look.

His expression turned stormy as he lunged forward and trapped her body between the railing and his muscular form. He grasped both sides of the halter and jerked, the dress splitting completely down the front. “I just did.” He pulled roughly at the halter tie, making the bow come lose and the garment slide from her body to the dock floor. “I can make you do anything I want right now,” he informed her gutturally, pulling the pins from her hair and letting the curls fall to her shoulders.