MR. TYCOON'S SUGARBABY

Chapter 3

Jordan's POV

The elevator brought us to the top floor, which happened to be the presidential suite. The steel doors slid open to reveal a corridor where the glass doors of the suite loomed. We stepped into the corridor, and I watched as he swiped his card through the lock. As if he sensed my hesitation, he paused.

"Of course, if you're having second thoughts, we could always proceed with your other plan." He said locking eyes with mine, his gaze mocking and challenging.

He was giving me a choice, a final chance to back out of this. As much as my common sense was screaming that I was swimming in dangerous waters, I felt I'd come too far to chicken out now. But then it dawned on me; once I'd crossed those glass doors, my fate was sealed.

There were instances in life when your sense of morality was completely eclipsed by carnal desires and this was certainly one of those times, I thought ruefully.

The fact that my sense of self-preservation was not strong enough to prevent me from taking this beautiful man up on his offer to sort me out was in itself, disturbing.

Stepping through the glass doors into the spacious living area of the suite my jaw dropped, my turbulent thoughts temporarily leaving me. It was the epitome of luxury and opulence with its artistic decor, chrome and marble fixtures, designer furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a breathtaking view of the landscape outside.

I whistled softly, twirling around, taking in the view, "This is quite something, Mr. Thorne."

"Just Gabriel." He said, coming up behind me. "Let's drop the formalities, shall we?" He ran his hands up my naked arms, dropping a light kiss on my bare shoulder. I shuddered in pleasure at the warmth of his palms and the feel of his soft lips on my naked skin.

"Another drink?" He asked, leading me towards the dimly lit balcony where a table for two had been set, complete with a bucket of champagne and two crystal flutes. He held out my chair and proceeded to uncork the bottle, filling the flutes.

"So... Jordan," he began, handing me a flute. "You're not Italian."

"You can tell?" I smiled taking a sip of the prosecco. "You're right, I'm Irish by birth but I grew up in Massachusetts with my mother. We moved here three years ago."

"And your father?"

He must have noticed the painful look that settled on my face because he immediately apologized. "I apologize, I did not mean to pry."

"It's alright," I said, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "We lost him when I was 8. Cancer." I bit my lip trying my hardest to suppress the tears that welled up in my eyes, "It's just me and my mom now. She's all I've got."

And for three years now, she'd been battling Cancer. The same foe that snatched my father seventeen years ago. She'd get better, then she'd get worse, recently, a lot worse.

"I'm terribly sorry, Jordan; I had no intentions of stirring bad memories. It's never easy losing a loved one. I lost my parents at a tender age too, if it's any comfort."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I said, feeling my heart reach out to this stranger I barely knew.

"Excuse me." Pushing back my chair, I walked over to the railing bordering the balcony. I needed a moment to sort out the complex emotions that were swirling inside of me. I wasn't the type that opened up to others easily, much less people I barely knew. What was it about this man that made me want to throw all caution to the wind?

I placed my hand on the railing, lifting my face; I breathed in deeply, relishing the light breeze that gently ruffled my hair.

Milan was a sight to behold at night, I thought as I looked towards the bright city lights reminiscing about the excitement and awe I felt when we first arrived in Italy despite the grim circumstances surrounding our move to Italy.

"Milan is truly one of the most beautiful places on earth..." I sighed wistfully.

"Sì... It is." His deep voice sounded close to my ear. He was behind me, the warmth and energy radiating from him enveloping me. "As are you..." He tilted my neck slightly, placing a soft kiss that sent goosebumps spreading through my body. He undid the knot holding my hair, leaving the fiery locks tumbling down my shoulders down to my hips. I was overdue for a haircut.

He slowly spun me around. I looked down, afraid of locking eyes with him, afraid of revealing the vulnerability and desire that were lurking within mine. He caught my chin, gently lifting my face, and then he slowly leaned in.

"Gabriel, I..." I started, but all thoughts to mush as he joined his lips to mine in a tender, fleeting kiss.

He pulled away, to look at me. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He asked, tucking a tendril behind my ear.

I sighed softly, melting into him, feeling my body mold against the hard contours of his. He was much bigger than I was, taller too. Even with my four-inch heels, he still towered above me, but we fit so perfectly together. I placed my hands on his broad chest, gently tracing the tattoo on his pectoral muscles with delicate fingers.

Words were unnecessary as he took me in his arms, one hand gently gripping the hair at the nape of my neck, the other pressing against the small of my back. He pulled me in, crushing my lips with a kiss of devastating intensity. His skilled tongue invaded my mouth, exploring and tasting, leaving me no room to process the needles of pleasure that pierced my core.

I entwined my arms around his neck as I arched into him, giving him more access and giving into the desires burning inside me. If this was a one-way ticket to hell, I was ready to crash and burn as long as this ride took me where I was going, wherever that was.

In one swift movement, too fast for my lust-clouded mind to process, he carried me back inside. Setting me on a divan, he crouched in front of me, undoing the straps of my heeled sandals, his movements slow and deliberate. Unable to resist, I reached out, running my hands through his soft, dark hair marvelling at the rich texture.

He seized my fingers, bringing them to his lips. "You have the funniest way of showing affection, Signora."

I chuckled lightly, twirling a lock of his hair around my forefinger, "I've been called many things, 'normal' is not one of them."

"Good." He whispered huskily, "Normal is boring anyways." I gasped softly as he parted my legs, he leaned down, trailing soft kisses up my thighs. His nimble fingers crept under my dress, kneading the sensitive flesh of my thighs, drawing a moan of satisfaction from my throat.

"I'm dying to know what you look like beneath that dress." His fingers inched deeper, nearing my apex. My face flushed when his finger lightly brushed my thong. I looked away, biting my lip.

Gabriel pulled away, studying me intently.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Wh- what?!"

"Well, maybe not a virgin but... close." There was laughter dancing in his eyes at this point.

"No!"

I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't exactly experienced either. I'd been in a couple of relationships in the past, but these feelings and sensations, this whole experience was a whole new level for me. Gabriel Thorne incited pleasure in me that I didn't even know existed. But even then, I wasn't about to admit my limited, practically non-existent s****l experience to this stranger I barely knew.

Mustering what little courage I had, I got up from the divan and walked down to the centre of the room.

"You want me to take my clothes off? Fine." I began loosening the straps of my mini dress, unblinkingly holding his mocking gaze. I pulled the dress over my head, painfully aware of when my firm breasts bopped out the fabric onto my chest. All I had on was a black thong.

Gabriel watched me like a hawk, his dark eyes roving over my naked body, there was hunger and desire laced with something else I couldn't name. I felt exposed and vulnerable under the weight of his scrutiny. Instinctively, my palms flew to my breasts, to cover them.

"Don't." He warned, forcing my arms back in place.

Before my courage deserted me, I walked up to him. Placing my palms on his broad chest, I aligned my body to his instantly feeling the evidence of his arousal in the huge bulge of his member that strained against the confines of his jeans.

I smiled, revelling in the power my naked body had over him. "You were saying?" I teased, c*****g a brow.

"There are consequences for goading me, young lady." He cupped my ass cheeks, kneading them, pulling me harder against his erection. He captured my lips in a slow, languid kiss. Not to be outdone, I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and grinding against him. I couldn't believe I was so nervous before, this felt so natural, so right.

I could feel my n*****s harden as the rubbed against the fabric of his shirt and the delicious throbbing between my legs.

He suddenly pulled away. "Damn. I need to be inside you."

And those were his last civil words. I yelped in surprise as he seized my wrists, effortlessly hoisting me onto his shoulders like I weighed nothing and then carried me over to the king-sized bed. He gently placed me on the silky sheets.

"It's going to be a long night, Jordan."