The Dom Prize (The Dominants by Mina J. Moore Page B

inside of me within seconds. I collapsed on the cold, flat surface taking in big gulps of air as if I had done multiple jumping jacks. He removed himself and walked into the bathroom. I heard the faucet then he came back as if nothing had happened.
    “I suggest you dress quickly. Our ride will be here in thirty minutes.” He said, walking into that damned room he used as an office.
    I gazed over my shoulder before straightening. His stuff was still inside of me and I was already being dismissed? Hell no.
    I turned, noticing for the first time the beautiful display on the breakfast table by the large windows. A dozen red roses brightened the space. The silver dish was still hot when I ran my finger over the ridged plate. I couldn’t even begin to describe the smell wafting up to my nose. Delicious.
    I grabbed my robe and sat; ready to dig in when I heard muffled voices coming from the office. JP sounded pretty pissed and adamant about something. I shrugged and lifted the top off the meal. The eggs were actually done in heart shapes. Major brownie points here. I was just finishing up when JP stormed out of his office looking like a bull ready to charge.
    “Fucking bastard,” he muttered.
    I dropped my fork and pushed back from the table.
    “Are you okay?” I confused myself with the question. At this point I would have happily told him to “fuck off and take your attitude with you” after I enjoyed the breakfast he was paying for, of course.
    He ran a hand through his thick hair then turned around without another word. I gave him his space. There was obviously a work-related issue here and I had had my fair share of those with horrible curse words included.
     
    * * *
     
    Half and hour later, we pushed the lobby doors open and the “ride” ended up being a limo. It was ridiculous because the ski lift was just a short walk away but who was I to judge the whims of the wealthy.
    “I apologize for my outburst. It had nothing to do with you.”
    I glanced over my shoulder before getting in, intense relief warming me from the inside out. “Don’t sweat it.” Then I winked. It was the first full day we had together and I wanted to make the best of it. The day was absolutely gorgeous; all clear blue skies and diamond sparkled snow. The ride, although brief, was still stunning.
    Skiing wasn’t my favorite thing in the world. I had only tried it a couple of times and totally sucked at it. Did I care that I was probably going to make a fool of myself today? Well, my competitive side was bucking at the showdown but I pushed it aside. Spending an entire day with JP was high on my radar, especially because I really wanted to know more about him, the person underneath the sexy Armani suit. Yes, I had googled images of him and damn it if he didn’t look stellar in one. Pathetic, I know.
    JP was quiet for the entire two-minute trip, looking out the window at nothing in particular. Someone waited for us to arrive and help me out, taking my bag and his hundred-dollar bill. Wealth. It sure helped you on a sucky day.
    Our equipment was already waiting for us. Elliot, the gentlemen who had delivered the infamous red dress, waited patiently as we walked over. My boots weren’t cooperating so I trailed behind.
    I almost knelt before him and did the “bowing” dance when he handed me a thermal smelling of rich dark coffee. JP’s eyes smiled at me over the rim of his as he sipped. I must have had a goofy expression on my face.
    “Good?”
    I closed my eyes and smacked my lips. “Very.”
    His voice at my ear pulled me back from coffee heaven and into a totally different realm, which was very closely related to heaven.
    “I want to fuck those lips when we get back.”
    My heart flipped and another part of me was throbbing at his blunt words. Holy hell! Now I understood the limo and getting back quickly. It was absolutely a necessity. Good thinking, rich boy.
    Taking a deep breath, I pulled back and looked into his eyes, making