I Accidentally Hooked Up with a Vampire (Accidents Happen #2)

3. Domino Effect

3

Domino Effect

I followed Mr. James along the edge of the party. What started off as a sophisticated affair had quickly become a dance party, Jacki and Lena at the heart of it. I smiled, watching my girls enjoying themselves. Then, I saw John and Nina at one of the high top tables. His shoulders slumped, and she was eyeing Luna Sky, the curator for another major gallery.

I only wished I could be in the room when she approached Luna. If there was ever a woman who hated a kiss ass, it was the woman who busted balls to get where she was! She was an example of how to play the game and not fuck up your moral compass trying to get to the top.

We walked away from the party, down the hall marked by the blood clot painting, and toward the private back offices. I thought he would lead me into the room I’d seen him come out of, but instead, it turned right down another hall that ended in a set of gold elevator doors.

“Fancy,” I said.

He smiled over his shoulder before tapping a small screen where you’d expect the call button to be. It lit up, and he quickly entered a code before the doors slid open.

He stepped to the side, allowing me to enter ahead of him.

The ride was quick and quiet, and it opened to a massive private gallery.

Mr. James stepped out and waited for me to take in the amazing private collection of paintings and sculptures. The room was full of modern artists. I’d expected to see the classics like Rembrandt and Picasso, but he surprised me.

I admired the sculptures of an artist named Anak, who did the most intricate work with stone. Each sculpture was like a nesting egg. Inside it was a smaller, more complicated piece, the smallest of which you would need a magnifying glass to see.

“So, this is what happened to it.” I chuckled. “You know I worked on getting this for months! One day, poof, it was no longer available.”

“Sorry to snatch it from under you like that, but I couldn’t let it get away.” He joined me in admiring the piece. “You know he’s working on another collection? If I have it my way, every piece will be mine.”

“Trust me, I understand. I wouldn’t want them to have it now anyway.” Served those assholes right for firing me.

“What happened there, if you don’t mind me asking?” he questioned.

“The job ended.” I shrugged—what more was there to say? A lot more, actually, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to get into all that.

“Fair enough.” He slipped his finger under the perfectly tied knot at his neck to loosen his tie. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“You’re hanging out with me?” I don’t know why I expected the man to drop me off in the private space and leave me alone.

“Yes. I can’t leave you alone up here.” He winked at me. “For all I know, this is a cover so you can steal precious art.”

“Ooh, do I look like an art thief?” I twirled to give him a better look at me. “I always wondered what a life of espionage would be like. Don’t you think I would look great in a black jumpsuit, sneaking through corridors?”

“Right.” He looked me up and down and then turned away. “I like you in green, to be honest.”

There was a concealed door in the corner at the back of the room. It fit seamlessly with the dark wall. With a simple tap of his fingers, it opened to reveal a sleek office with custom leather furniture, more art, and large windows that overlooked the water. I entered behind him and let out a sigh when I looked out the window. He hadn’t lied. This was a much better view than the one downstairs.

“Oh, this is beautiful.” I went right over to the window. “You can see the skyline so much clearer up here.”

“You like the water.” He said it like it was fact, not a question.

“What makes you say that?”

“You were staring out the window before.” He joined me. “Few people do that when they come here. They come, drink, party, and leave. We put the gallery here for the view, and very few people ever notice it. It’s meant to compliment the space, add to the beauty of the art, not be ignored.”

“You were watching me?” I raised a brow at him.

“I was doing my job, making sure things went well with the party. Of course, I noticed you.” He headed to the bar at the back of the small room and made a drink. “Would you like one?”

“What are you drinking?” I asked.

“I’m having scotch, but I think water is best for you.” He chuckled. “Your cheeks are red.”

“You lure me up here with the promise of a stronger drink and then offer me water?” I put my hand on my hip. “I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“Whatever you say.” He made the drinks and rejoined me at the window, where he handed one to me. I eyed it for a moment too long, and he grunted.

“There’s nothing in it. We can switch if you want.” He pulled back his offered hand and pushed the other drink at me. “I’ll sip from both if you like to prove there’s nothing in it.”

“Sorry, I’m a little wary of the opposite sex right now.” I grabbed the drink from his hand.

“Mr. Conrad?” He sipped from his glass.

“Yes. Because of him.” I nodded. “You’d think after terminating someone, the last thing a man would try to do is get in their pants.”

“Is that what happened?” Mr. James’ jaw tightened with the question. It almost looked like he wanted to return to the party and continue his conversation with my former manager.

“He didn’t come outright and say it, but all that talk about being friends made it clear enough.” I sipped the drink. “I barely wanted to work with him to begin with. The only reason they put me on his team is because his department was struggling. Here comes Whitney to clean up the mess, and then I’m the one who gets the boot!”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” He sighed. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“You want to hear about that?” I frowned.

“Do you have anything else to do?” He narrowed his gaze at me. “I mean, we could stand here in silence until the party is over, but that sounds tedious. And it seems to me like you need to talk about it. If it just happened yesterday, I can’t imagine you’ve had much time to process it.”

“You’re right about that. I kept it to myself because I didn’t want to take away from Lena’s moment. There will be plenty of time to tell her about it when this is over.” I took a long sip from the drink. He was right; this was stronger.

“You’re a good friend.” He nodded. “Few would put their pain to the side like that.”

“It’s a job. A damn good one that I worked my ass off for, but it's just a job. I’ve had jobs before, and I’m sure I’ll find another.”

“Of course you will.” He walked away and returned with two black chairs so we could sit and look at the water. “Like I told you, your reputation is great. I know that short woman with the stiff hair wants you to think people are talking about you being fired, but it's not for the reason you may think. Once the news broke that you were a free agent, a lot of firms started buzzing about the possibility of taking you on.”

“Even though I lost a major contract?”

“The artist who went missing? They held that against you?” He scoffed.

“According to John, yes.” I rolled my eyes. “To them, I lost the company millions. It would be a risk to keep me on.”

“Well, they’re morons if they think that.” He tapped the gold band on his right ring finger against the glass. “Especially now that she resurfaced.”

“She has?” I perked up; I had heard nothing about the woman being back on the scene.

“Just yesterday, actually. And rumor has it, she tried to reignite her old contracts a few months ago. I’m sure if she found out what they did to you, she’d refuse to work with them again.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” The scotch made its way through my veins as the music from below reached us. It was a slow jam. I swayed back and forth in my seat while he watched me.

“Would you like to dance?”

“What?”

He stood and held his hand out to me. “You’re moving like you want to dance. So, let’s.”

“Um, okay.” I put my hand in his, and he pulled me to my feet. “You know a lot about me. Here I am, ready to dance with you, and I don’t even know your full name.”

“Is that a requirement?” His brow furrowed.

“Dancing requires our bodies to press up against each other.” I rubbed my palms over my chest and stomach then pointed at him. “I should know more about you if we’re going to do that.”

“Domino. Domino James.” He chuckled and then pulled me into him.

“You sound like the spy now.” I lowered my voice to mimic him. “Domino. Domino James.”

He reacted by pulling me closer to him. He placed his hand on my back and spoke in a hushed tone as our bodies swayed to the music. “You’re really intrigued by the spy thing, huh?”

“I am. It’s sexy,” I whispered, encouraged by the feeling of warmth spreading through my veins. “You would make a good spy. I’d hire you.”

“Would you?” He lowered his face to mine, and it was then I realized I’d gone ahead and slipped into flirting again. Damn it. That happened way more often than I ever wanted to admit.

With his deep eyes locked on me, it was too late to turn back.

“The look, the voice, the hidden office. Oh, yeah.” My eyes dropped to his lips. When I looked back up, he was staring at me. Those deep eyes looked hungry, like he would swallow me up if given the chance. I wanted to give him that chance.

“Kiss me.” The words moved from my brain out of my mouth with no filter. Had Jackie taken over me?

“What?” He looked genuinely shocked by my order.

“Don’t ruin it. This is sexy.” I turned and slammed the rest of my drink before gently dropping the cup into the seat. “Kiss me.”

Domino gave me what I asked for. He pulled me close and kissed me. It was a gentle invitation at first, but when I responded to the taste of his lips, he found new urgency.

I put my arms around his neck and lifted to my toes to better reach him. He leaned forward and moved his hands to cup my ass before pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and in the back of my mind, I dared his legs to tremble. They didn’t. Domino held me up with confidence. One hand cupped my ass while the other caressed my back as our kiss grew deeper.

“Well, damn,” I spoke against his lips.

“I got you,” he said, understanding my thoughts before I could voice them.

“Do you?” I asked.

He moved his lips to my neck and answered me with a firm kiss right over my pulse. “Relax, Whitney. I’m not going to drop you.”

“What are you going to do?” I knew what I wanted him to do. My panties were soaking wet, and my heart pounded in my chest. Was this what I thought would happen? Absolutely not, but damn it if it wasn’t hot. I could deal with the consequences later.

“Whatever you want me to.” He put the ball back in my court. If this was going to move forward, I’d have to make it happen.

“Undress me.” I leaned back just enough to look into his eyes.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked for confirmation, but I could tell by the look he gave me, he was just as ready as I was to throw caution to the wind.

“Yes. I am.”

Domino lowered me back to the floor and then took his time slowly removing my clothing. First, he pulled the straps from my shoulders one by one, letting them fall down my arms. The entire time, he kept his eyes locked on mine, searching for a hint of hesitancy, but there was none. I wanted this. I wanted this man I’d never met before, whose name I only learned just a few moments before, to undress me. I wanted his hands on my body and his lips to touch mine again and again.

As the dress fell to the floor, revealing my body, I didn't feel the usual anxiety. The first time naked in front of a new person was always nerve-racking, and not just because I’m a big girl. Hell, even when I was small, I was worried. Maybe they would hyper-focus on the fact that one boob was slightly bigger, or see the scar on my hip from when I fell off my bike as a kid.

Maybe it was because I didn't think I would ever see him again, but I didn’t care what he thought of my body. We were spies, meeting in the night for one sexy moment, never to see each other again. This was for the plot! With that thought in mind, I went to work removing his clothes.

I undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, revealing his firm body. Domino had what I called a borderline dad bod. He wasn't cut like he spent hours in the gym, but he was still solid to the touch, no jiggle. After I removed his shirt, my fingers lingered on the button of his pants. I looked up at him for confirmation, and this time, it was his turn to give me the go-ahead. He did so by grabbing the back of my head and pulling my lips back to his. When our lips parted, his pants were on the floor. We stood in front of each other in our underwear, just looking at each other.

Domino crossed the room and returned with a plush rug on the floor in front of a small fireplace. He set the rug down in front of the window before he took my hand and led me over to it. Carefully, he helped me lay down on the rug before he continued undressing me. He made quick work of removing the lacy red bra, then, with the help of me lifting my hips, he pulled away the matching panties.

His eyes didn’t move from my body as he lay next to me. I waited for him to say something, but his hands did all the talking. And because I suddenly lost the nerve to look at him, I stared out the window at the moon above us as his fingertips traced a path across my body. They moved with gentle pressure up from my knee, across my belly, to my breast, where he drew circles around each nipple.

“Beautiful.” He pressed his lips to my ear as he complimented me.

I smiled as he kissed my neck then gasped when his hand slipped between my thighs. His fingers gently danced across my clit as he played with varying levels of pressure. The alternation felt insane.

“Do you like that?” he asked as his lips moved from my neck to my collarbone.

“Yes,” I moaned and squeezed my thighs around his hand.

He removed his hand from between my legs and pressed his fingers to my lips. “Taste yourself.”

I locked eyes with him and slowly licked each finger clean, sucking the tips as I finished. There was a glint of something in his eyes, something that made my stomach tighten and my pussy drip. The corner of his full lips lifted as his fingers returned to my pussy. I expected him to continue the motion on my clit, but the tip of his finger slipped inside me instead. I lifted my hips just enough to let him know I wanted more, and he responded in kind. Domino slipped a second inside, then a third. His thumb joined the action and rubbed my clit as his fingers danced inside me, coaxing the first orgasm from me.

“Do you enjoy being tasted?” he asked, and this time, he put his fingers in his own mouth. My mouth watered as I watched him lick my juices from his fingertips.

“Hell yeah.” I chuckled and squealed as he moved to replace his fingers with his mouth, cupping my ass to lift me into a better position. I rolled my hips again as he went to work with his tongue.

Domino brought me right to the edge of another orgasm then stopped.

“I want to feel what it’s like to be inside you.” He looked down at me expectantly.

It was my turn to take control. Encouraged by his hungry glare, I reached down and pulled his dick out of his boxers. He was larger than expected. I won’t lie; the weight in my hand made me nervous!

“Do you have a condom?” I asked. Thrilled or not, I wasn’t about to risk catching something or getting pregnant by a total stranger.

He left me for a moment, then returned with an unopened box. I took it from him. I wanted to do it myself. Domino locked eyes with me as I rolled the condom on him. Dick secure, I lay back and pulled him with me. He kissed me as I guided his dick inside me and moaned as my body stretched to fit him.

“Damn it,” he said then buried his face in my neck. It was like he didn’t want me to see him. I took it as a compliment. Pussy so good, he couldn’t look me in the eye!

We started with slow, steady strokes. I hadn’t fucked in a while, so it was a tight fit, but with each stroke, my walls relaxed, and when the tension left, Domino picked up the pace. He kissed my neck with more pressure, and his fingers found my clit again.

“Yes!” I cried out as he continued fucking me. “Harder.”

Domino took the order and slammed into me. Each stroke came with more power, and I gripped his ass to encourage him to give me more.

“Shit,” he said, and I knew that tone. He was about to come, but he didn't want to just yet, so he switched positions. He rolled me to my side and moved behind me, sliding into my pussy from behind. Those powerful strokes were slower this time.

As he fucked me and kissed the back of my neck, he grabbed my breast and teased my nipples. The sheer number of sensations hitting me all at once was overwhelming. I felt like I would lose it. I gripped the rug beneath us and pushed my ass back on him.

“Put your leg up.” He spoke with his lips pressed against my neck.

“Huh?” I looked back at him and saw the strain in his eyes. It was like he was holding back from doing something more. I wondered what that was.

He didn’t repeat himself. Instead, he grabbed my leg and lifted it in the air. “Keep it there.”

I quickly wrapped my hand around my knee to hold my leg up.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” he groaned.

“Shit,” I gasped as he pulled out until he reached the tip, only to slam back into me.

“I could take you all night.” He bit my shoulder a little harder.

“You really like to bite, huh?” I spoke between moans.

“Would you like me to stop?” he asked, pulling back so he could look me in the eye as he thrusted into me again.

“No, don’t stop. Do it again,” I encouraged him, and when I looked back, I could see that struggle in his expression again. This man had a kink, and I’d just found it.

Instead of biting me like I’d asked, he put his fingers in my mouth, encouraging me to suck them before he lowered his hand to my pussy. Two fingers slipped inside me, joining his dick and stretching me further as his thumb found my clit again. With a series of small circles, it wasn’t long before my legs were shaking.

I struggled to hold my leg up. Just as I was about to drop it, he chuckled.

“Oh yeah, here it comes.” He licked my shoulder. “Yes, give it to me, Whitney.”

“What?” I gasped.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered. “Look at that pretty pussy.”

I looked down just in time to see it. My body tensed as I came, and for the first time in my life, I squirted. I watched as my orgasm erupted and sprayed out around his dick and fingers.

“Oh, shit!” I couldn’t hold my leg up anymore, but it didn’t matter. Domino flipped me over onto my knees and slid down to lie with his face right under my pussy. He caught the last drops of my cum in his mouth then slid his fingers inside of me to coax another eruption. And again, I squirted, this time all over his face.

“Yes!” he said proudly as my cum showered his face and my knees shook. “My turn.”

He turned me around so I could look out at the water as he fucked me from behind. My titties bounced as the waves crashed and the music from the party below grew louder, just in time to mask the sound of my voice as I screamed out.

“Goddamn it!”

He lowered his chest to my back and put his mouth to my ear. “Thank you, Whitney,” he said, smacked my ass, and then came.

I would never look at the water the same again.