BILLIONAIRE SERIES: HIS AMBER

Chapter 9: Control

SIMOUN'S POV

I wasn't sure if I had heard her right. As I watched her walk down the hallway to her bedroom, I felt my c**k grow to heights it never had before. I shuffled out of the elevator before it closed on me and walked over to the hallway. I peeked down it just in time to watch the rest of her angelic white dress flow into her room before she closed the door behind her.

Did she just say I could... have her?

I stood at the end of the hallway and watched as her door reopened. Amber stepped into the hallway clad in nothing but that fluffy robe of hers, and my eyes trailed down her long legs. She still had her heels on. Those white heels and that white robe with those crimson red lips. Her eyes locked on to mine as she stalked toward me, her hips swaying with every step she took. Holy hell, the woman was gorgeous. I watched her slip bobby pins from her hair, letting down curls and waves with each one she tossed to the floor. I backed away from her, watching her every move as she moved closer and closer toward me.

My legs bumped against a chair, and I fell straight into it, giving her the moment she needed to slip into my lap. To straddle me with those long legs of hers. To feel her barely clothed p***y fall against my rock-hard c**k. I knew she could feel it, pressing against her. Leaking for her. And the way she looked at me, it slammed my heart against my chest. My hands migrated to her hips. I felt her excess underneath my fingertips.

She leaned her lips into my ear, and I groaned, an audible sound that made my hips roll into hers. Her arms slid around my neck, and my eyes fluttered closed. I felt myself losing control. I felt myself caving to her. My hands gripped the arms of the chair as her lips danced along the shell of my ear; then that seductive voice of hers filled the caverns of my mind.

"We can keep pretending we're engaged, and you can take me to your bed. That is what engaged couples do, right?"

I gripped my hands harder into the arms of the chair to keep from fisting her hair. To keep from ripping her back before crashing her lips down onto mine. Amber sat up before her eyes locked with mine again. She undid the bow on her robe and began to slide it off her body. Inches. I was inches away of seeing the body that drove my mind insane. But I caught the fabric before it exposed her. Before, it put her in a position where I wouldn't stop until I'd heard her scream for mercy.

"No," I said plainly.

I saw the confusion on her face as my hands dipped to her waist. I gripped her tightly, committing every last moment of it to memory. I lifted her from my lap and settled her onto my feet, then promptly made my way to my bedroom.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't take advantage of something like that.

She'd saved me from a near-disaster at dinner because I wasn't paying attention to the damn table in front of me, and I knew if I tasted her, I'd never stop. I knew if I slid my c**k into her body, we'd never leave the damn bed. I knew if I felt her writhing against my body and calling out my name, I'd smother whatever deal I had with Onel just to squeeze one more second out of her before I had to turn her back over.

I couldn't do that.

I couldn't jeopardize all I'd worked for simply because my body couldn't calm the hell down.

I woke up the next morning and wondered if it had been a dream. Maybe none of that had happened. Maybe the beautiful woman down the hallway hadn't thrown herself at me and I hadn't been stupid enough to deny her. But the way my c**k ached against my body signaled me otherwise. I slid out of bed, groaning as I walked to the shower. My legs physically hurt, and my balls throbbed in anger. I took a very cold shower. I wasn't going to relieve myself before the temple.

That felt wrong.

Dirty.

Dangerous.

But the last thing I needed was a f*****g erection while a monk talked about their Gods.

I escorted Amber to the car Onel sent for us, and we met him outside. The temple was ancient, and I couldn't let go of the inherent irony of Amber being a call girl while sitting and listening to ritual sounds. But despite all that, she knew what to do. When to bow. When to sit. What to say when a monk talks to her? She didn't even have to look in the hymn book to know the tunes to the songs sung that morning.

"You really are full of surprises, Miss Amber," Onel said.

That made me believe that.

"I grew up in a temple and church. Father attended us every Sunday morning in the temple, and Mother was in charge of Wednesday evenings in church. Besides, our family loves praying."

"Then you come from a sound family, Miss Amber. Everyone needs a bit of spiritual guidance every now and again. I wouldn't be the wealthy, prominent man I am today had it not been for Kamisama's guidance."

Holy hell, this man was pompous.

"Thank you again for inviting us to the temple. But don't be surprised if you see me this Wednesday evening. It was a beautiful service, and I wouldn't be opposed to taking in another one. Would you, Simoun?"

"Not at all, hon," I said with a grin.

"Well, the two of you won't be making it to Wednesday night mass because the two of you will be joining me at my estate," Onel said.

"Oh? I wasn't aware of such plans," Amber said.

"Because I just now tossed it out there. I think it's a place the two of you will love. And I would enjoy having you as my guests for the week. I insist," Onel said.

"What do you think, Simoun? I think we should. Kamìsama will forgive us once, I'm sure."

Amber's eyes were nudging me, so I gave it some thought. It made me upset that Onel was so unwilling to talk shop since I had flown halfway across the damn world to do this on his terms. I wanted to concentrate on this deal and hammer out specifics. I wanted those contracts signed before I left so I could get a head start on all it would entail. A country estate on the outskirts of Japan was simply another distraction. But if Onel was comfortable there, then he might be more casual. Therefore, he might be more amenable to a deal in my favor.

I looked over at Onel and smiled before I nodded my head.

"Then it sounds like we're taking you up on your offer," I said.

"Wonderful! I'm glad your fiancée could sway your mind. You might as well get used to this now, but she will always be in charge of the house. You bring in the money, but she will always know what's better for you than you do," Onel said.

"I'm beginning to realize that," I said.

"I'll send a car for the two of you to get you from the hotel later this afternoon. Trust me, whatever accommodations that hotel has for you, mine will be that much better."

"Oh, I would expect nothing less. We're greatly looking forward to it," Amber said.

"Now get on, the two of you. Go get ready, and I'll see the two of you there," Onel said.

The ride back to the hotel was awkward, but the ride to the estate was unbearable. We were stuck in the back of a car without a partition, having to act like we were engaged because of Onel's damn driver. That meant more touching. Sitting closer together. Her hand on my knee. We got away with the distance before and after church with it being earlier. A quick quip about a lack of coffee and a late morning seemed to tame the driver's curiosity with us. But I knew it wouldn't fly at three in the afternoon as we drove past the Japanese countryside.

Everywhere I looked, it felt as if Onel had someone studying us, trying to figure out if the two of us were really engaged. I didn't enjoy the feeling.

"Look at all those buildings."

"Oh, those rolling vineyards. I wonder what it must be like to be in the wine business."

"Oh. My. Gosh. That's such a gorgeous tree. I wonder how old it is."

"Oh, the home-made sushi resto! They have home-made sushi. We should get a home-made sushi business soon, Simoun."

Amber's excitement at the passing countryside was muted by the fact that her thigh was touching mine. And every time she turned to face the front of the car, her hand fell on my knee. She stroked me lovingly, like any good fiancée would the man she loved. But it did nothing to tame my c**k. It pulsed against my pants, forcing me to shift on multiple occasions. Her hand crept higher up my thigh as a devious look in her eye formed, but I reached down for her hand and threaded our fingers together. I slid her hand down onto the leather seat, away from my thigh and away from my f*****g c**k.

And finally, the driver pulled us up onto the sprawling estate.

Perfect timing. Because I was about to grab Amber and kiss her after being stuck in that damn car in such close quarters.

We rolled up the long driveway lined with cherry blossom trees. The lush green grass rolled for acres, and a massive fountain spewed water up into the air from the middle of a man-made lake. It had a dock with a boat, which meant it was probably stocked with fish. There was a gazebo underneath a massive group of trees at the corner of the property, complete with a porch swing. I watched Amber's eyes as they twinkled with delight.

Again, she didn't seem unnecessarily shocked, merely appreciative of her surroundings. The stone-and-brick driveway took us up to the seventy-thousand-square-foot estate, and the car stopped at a massive staircase leading up to the front entryway.

It was a beautiful place. But not as beautiful as its reflection in Amber's hazel eyes.