Falling into Black by Carrie Kelly

explicit way. In fact, I’d hardly been back to my
apartment since he told me he loved me the week before.
    How could I leave the
home of the gorgeous billionaire when I was naked most of the time?
    “You chose it out,” I
said to his reflection and pulled the skirt down. “Are you sure it’s not too
much? Chanel’s not excessive for the office?”
    He smiled and wrapped
his hands around my waist. The rough edge of his cheek tickled my neck as he
nipped at my pale flesh with his hungry mouth. “Not excessive at all. You look
the part of my personal assistant and my girlfriend. Plus, it’s not just for the office. It’s for our trip.”
    My heart slammed in my
chest. “What trip? Where are we going?”
    His hips pressed into my
rounded backside as his hands wound higher, cupping me under my full breasts.
“I didn’t tell you? A business trip to Europe. We leave tomorrow. You’ll have
to finish shopping on your own -- if that’s all right with you.”
    I fought to breathe.
    Two weeks ago I never
imagined I be standing here, being groped by the infamous ladies man Dorian
Black. Now we were going to Europe! How had this happened to my life? Little
Alicia Jones was dating a billionaire!
    “But I don’t have my
passport. I can’t go to --”
    He silenced me with
kiss, turning my body into his and gripping my chin with strong fingers. “It’s
all been arranged. Your passport will arrive in the office today. Now, I want
you to finish shopping for your new wardrobe and meet me at the office for
lunch. How does that sound?”
    I squeaked my agreement
as his lips smothered mine once again. The hot force of his tongue probed my
mouth, waking the butterflies which nested in my stomach ever since we first
met. The palms of his hands traveled down my back, gripping my ass and pulling
me as close as possible.
    “Yes, Mr. Black,” I said
as his mouth loosened its hold.
    His lips twisted into a
seductive smirk. “Good. If you’re late, Ms. Jones, a punishment will await you.
You don’t want that, do you?”
    Pressed into his strong
chest, I wasn’t sure how to answer. He’d hired me as his personal assistant
after ‘punishing’ me with a paddle during my interview. I’d never realized it
before, but my whole being longed for domination – the sweet release of
pain and control. But it didn’t mean I always wanted to be a good girl.
    “I’ll try to be there on
time. You know how distracting shopping can be.”
    His hands tightened
their grip, but his chest rumbled with suppressed laughter. “I’ll think of the
perfect punishment then.”
    I nodded, and he let me
go.
    After I finished my hair
and makeup, he handed me a credit card. He used it when we dined out and when
he took me on our first shopping extravaganza, but I still hesitated.
    “I can use this?” I
asked and ran my fingers over the smooth black surface. Then I realized my name
and not his embossed across the front. “Wait. This is for me?”
    Dorian leaned in and
kissed my temple with surprising gentleness. “Yes. It’s your own credit line.
Why? Are you planning on spending all my money?”
    I shook my head. “I
don’t think I could spend all your money, even if I paid off my student loans
and my parent’s mortgage. You really trust me with this?”
    He smiled softly, the
kind of smile I only ever saw when we were alone. Around the office he usually
smirked or glared. Why only show his soft side to me?
    “Of course I trust you.
I am sleeping with you.”
    My cheeks flushed, and I
nodded as I fumbled to slip the card in my wallet. It made my own silver card
look cheap and unprofessional. “Good point.”
    He slid his arm around
me as we walked out of his penthouse. The car waited for us in the underground
garage. Instead of a limo, Dorian’s everyday ride was a Bentley. Talk about impressive.
I’m pretty sure the car was more expensive than the house I grew up in.
    Dorian climbed out once
we reached the huge Black Inc. skyscraper. He