Page 22 of The Tycoon

Reaching the double doors to her new bedroom, I pause for a moment to take in her beauty. She has a wild look behind her eyes, but fear is begging to edge out her enthusiasm. Before I open the doors, I take a second to check-in on her and try to soothe her once again.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable, tell me. And I mean atanypoint. I don’t care if we’re in the middle of whatever we’re doing. Tell me to stop, and I will. Do you understand?” I ask.

I watch as the tension melts from her shoulders. Giving me a smile, she nods her acknowledgement. I have never gone this overboard with a woman before, but I don’t want her to ever be afraid of me. It’s an odd desire for me, I normally feed off of their fear like it’s my last meal. I suppose Dolly is teaching me too, in a roundabout way.

“I understand, Sir,” she replies.

God, she is sweet as sugar.

“Good girl,” I purr, turning the polished doorknob.

Pushing open only one door, I usher her into our bedroom. Keeping my gaze on her flushed face, I memorize herexpression as she crosses the threshold. Easing my hand from hers, I step towards the wall and hit the light switch. I’m not sure if she would rather keep the lights off, but the natural lighting from the wall of windows leading to our private balcony isn’t enough. I really want to enjoy all of her under the white LED lights.

“Your room is huge, Sir,” she says, fully stepping into the suite.

Nodding my head, I follow her gaze as it sweeps over the room. It’s not entirely massive, there isn’t a sitting room attached as there is in my room at the family manor, but it is quite large. It’s able to hold an Alaska King sized bed comfortably, that’s all I really care about.

“Our room,Princess,” I correct, walking over to her.

Turning towards me, she lifts her lips into a soft smile. I can no longer see the fear in her expression, nor do I sense her hesitation. She’s completely dialed into the moment; it’s such a relief to me.

“Ourroom, Sir…I do like the sound of that,” she replies, glancing around the masculine furnishings. “Could I add some things, though?”

“Of course you can, Princess. You can decorate this whole condo any way you want,” I begin, raking my desperate, dark gaze up and down her body. “Starting by decorating our bed.”

Swallowing hard, her lower lip trembles as she smiles. She’s still a little unsure, but it won’t last for long. I’m going to make her feel so good that every ounce of her self-consciousness will disappear.

Closing the space between us, I move my hand to her jaw. Gently lifting it with a hint of a dominant touch, I force her eyes to meet mine.

“I want you to take off all your clothes and lie down in the center of that huge bed for me.Now.”

CHAPTER Eleven

Dolly

Am I really doing this?Oh my God. I’m really doing this.

Trying my best to quiet my racing thoughts, I crawl my naked body towards the center of Sutton’s bed. It’s the largest bed I’ve ever seen in my life; I had no clue beds came in anything larger than a California King. This thing could hold at least ten grown adults.

Has this bed held ten grown adults? Oh, God. Is it so big because he has orgies? Is he a swinger? Does he have threesomes? Foursomes?

Shut the fuck up, Dolly. Breathe.

Taking in a strangled breath, I turn towards Sutton as he follows me. For some reason, he’s left on his grey boxer briefs while I am as naked as can be. Maybe he doesn’t want to intimidate me by letting me see his cock? Maybe it’s so big that he’s afraid I will grab my stuff and run for the hills? I don’t know, I’m pretty damn nervous, if you couldn’t already tell.

He looks like a starving man that’s just been given the juiciest steak. His expression is hungry and feral; it makes my stomach tighten into sharp knots. Lord, he wants me. It’s a realization that makes me feel…powerful. Is that what I’m feeling? Yeah, it is. Well, along with anxiety, of course. Ugh, I wish my brain would shut up.

“That’s good. Right there Princess, just lay down and spread your legs wide for me,” he husks.

Nodding my head, I do exactly as he says. Lying flat on my back, my eyes dance over the white tray ceiling as I try to calm my erratic heart. Parting my trembling legs, I’m thankfully distracted by the softness of the down comforter beneath me. It’s like I’m lying on the fluffiest, warmest marshmallow. I wonder for a moment if I should ask him if he would like me to crawl under the sheets, so we don’t ruin it, but when he hovers over me, I lose all semblance of thought.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he purrs, his dark blue eyes traveling over my face.

Holding my breath, my lips lift into a thankful grin. I think he’s said that to me fifteen times in the last five minutes, but I’m not complaining. Taking off my clothes in front of him was nerve wracking at first, but then he went in heavy with the compliments, then heavy with the yearning looks. No man hasevermade me feel this desirable, or this special. I swear Sutton Douglas is too good to be true.

“Thank you, Sir,” I reply.

Giving me a smirk, he leans down to brush his lips over mine. Barely kissing me, my eyelids flutter down for a moment as he speaks against my parted mouth.