At His Desire — Delilah Fawkes

When Isabeau overhears Mr. Drake and his business partner, Lex, arguing over money issues, she tries not to eavesdrop, but when her boss confides that they need to boost investor confidence, she offers to help in any way she can.

Chase Drake plans to wine and dine the investors during a weekend trip fit for a billionaire. When Isabeau steps up to plan the event, he knows he's found someone who's truly his match.

However, more is at stake than money when the aftermath of a high stakes poker game turns his partner against him.

Can their relationship endure the meddling of Alexander Smith, or will it collapse like a house of cards?

This 6000 word story is the seventh part of the bestselling erotic romance series, The Billionaire's Beck and Call.

EXCERPT:

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered to me, nuzzling my neck as we rode the elevator to the penthouse suite.

“Mmm?” I wrapped my hands in his hair as he nibbled my ear, my heartbeat pounding with each touch of his lips.

We'd wined and dined the night away, and now relief flooded through me knowing that at least this night had gone as planned. Everything had been organized to perfection, and the board members and investors seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The elevator shuddered to a halt, and I squealed as Mr. Drake scooped me up into his arms.

“I think you're going to enjoy it, little slave,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

He set me down just long enough to unlock the door at the end of the hall, then threw me over his shoulder again. I giggled against his tuxedo jacket, the wine and the intoxicating smell of his cologne making me feel giddy.

He kicked the door shut and tossed me onto the bed so hard that I bounced. I glanced around, my breath catching at the view, visible from the huge marble balcony attached to the suite. Stars winked at me from the clear night sky, and I grinned. Even when he traveled, Mr. Drake had to be on top of the world.

“You didn't answer me. Do you trust me, Isa?”

He towered over me at the foot of the bed, looking sexy as hell with his tuxedo shirt half unbuttoned, bow tie hanging askew where I'd tugged it open.

“Of course I do.”

He leaned down under the bed and reemerged holding a small travel bag. “Then put this on.”

I took it from him, and opened it, not sure what to expect. Part of me feared it would be another expensive dress, but I smiled at what I saw. A black, padded blindfold. It was perfect.

My body tingled all over as I slid it down over my eyes, securing it around the back of my head.

“Can you see anything?”

“No, Sir.”

I felt him near me, but my world was now as black as pitch. The blindfold molded itself to the contours of my face, sealing out all light. He snapped his fingers an inch away from my ear, and I jumped with a little shriek.

“Good girl. I think you'll agree, it's more fun if you're honest with me...”

Hands caressed me through my dress, teasing as they ran down my ribcage, stopping just before squeezing my breasts.

“Hold your arms out at your sides and lie back, little slave.”

I let him gently push me down until my head hit the pillow and both arms were stretched out like a cross. I heard a rustling near my head, but held still, waiting with bated breath to discover what my master had planned for me. Something silky wrapped around my wrist, then tightened, stretching my arm out. I heard soft footfalls on the carpet, and then my other wrist was being bound, tied in place with something strong but soft. One of his neckties, maybe? I gave an inquisitive yank, but I was held firm to the bedposts, helpless to escape.

“Now, you're mine to do with as I please. The question is... what am I going to do first?”