His eyes flickered with amusement before he exerted just a tad more pressure and then their lips met.

Melting...she was melting. Her thoughts faded, her body took over.

His lips were firm and clever. He nipped at her, spread her lips wide with his tongue, then stroked inside her mouth. She quivered until her toes curled in her boots.

“Dom,” she breathed.

He groaned. The hand in her hair tightened and he crushed her mouth against his. He devoured her, sucking her tongue and taking her body to a place that ran on sensations only he produced. Nothing had ever felt like this, had ever been like this until Dom. He made her feel like this—reckless, wild, beyond sense. She wanted to lose herself in him, to explore every inch of him.

He rocked the thigh between her legs rubbing her needy core in a teasing caress. Felicity broke away on a moan and threw herself back onto her side of the car.

Dom breathed in long pulls, his eyes glittering with lust, their aroused scents permeating the air. “Come back here,” he growled.

She shook her head.

His eyes narrowed.

Then the car pulled to a stop and the driver announced, “We’ve arrived.”

Dom glared at her as if she’d orchestrated the driver’s timeliness. Then he knifed out of the car. A second later her door flung open and he grabbed her hand, once again pulling her along like an irate child.

She pulled on her hand and when he showed no signs of slowing down, she dug her nails into his hand. He glanced at her sharply, then flicked an annoyed gaze at their hands before shaking his head.

“Seriously, we need to talk. Something strange happened—”

“Quiet,” he said, another order.

He pulled her into an elevator inside his big office building. In sharp tall letters the floor said Blackmoore Enterprises. He’d brought her to his big office. Not the one in his home. Her stomach didn’t like this and it rolled with trepidation.

As soon as the elevator doors dinged closed, she got in his face.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she hissed. Okay, she wasn’t quite in his face seeing as she was too short but she neared his chin in these boots.

His eyes brightened actually freaking brightened with the amber glow of vampire. It made her stomach flip-flop and she hated that too.

“I’m a Blackmoore, Felicity. I get what I want.”

“What does that have to do with this? Your brother did something to my friend and I called you for a little help.”

If he were a cockier man he might have shrugged and grinned at her, but not Dom. No, instead he gave her the look while both arms wrapped around her body, pulling her into him. God she wished it didn’t feel good.

“About that, we need to talk in private about the situation with Luc so I brought you here. I also wanted to kiss you in the car, so I did that. Basically, I get what I want.” His eyes flipped away then came back to hers. “Usually.”

“Now what does that mean?”

She wanted to smack herself in the forehead. She should not be getting to know Dom Blackmoore. She should not be taking an interest in him, and she should really not like the way he made her feel all warm, safe, and beautiful when he held her.

He smiled down at her. A smile filled with mysteries. The elevator doors binged open. “Come.”

He took her hand and led her down a series of hallways. They turned left then right then right again and left finally. She tried to keep track of it all but all the walls were white, the carpet never changed and nothing adorned any of the walls. It was the least decorated building office she’d ever seen.

Then they came upon two very stylish doors. They were arched, black and had a gold colored lever on each door. The doors didn’t need a name on it to know that someone distinguished used the room behind it. Anyone could figure that out just by looking at it.

Pulling a key from his pants pocket, he opened the door then led her inside.

The room struck her, rooting her in place. Dom even stopped walking and simply held her hand as she looked around.

His office was completely unexpected. After seeing the mere size of the building, then the ominous black doors, to come in and see...a rather normal looking office didn’t fit. It looked like someone gave a designer the wrong room to design. This did not look like an office for a distinguished, possible president of the immortal council; it looked more like something she’d have in her own house.

“Is this like a fake office?”

He peered at her, confused before looking around the room as if trying to figure out why she’d say such a thing. “What do you mean?”

“Is there like a secret door behind one of the bookshelves that leads to your real office?”

He smiled, the look transforming his face into something that should be painted.

“No, I assure you this is my real office. What did you expect?”

Felicity tried tugging her hand out of his but he didn’t release her. Pretending she wasn’t having a tug-o-war match over her hand she said, “I guess something more lavish like your home.”

Dom’s office was very much just a large, albeit nice, office. Two windows, tinted and covered with blinds and heavy dark drapes stood behind a large wooden desk. The kind of desk that had to was built in this office because no one could carry that beast through the halls. Two black leather chairs faced the desk. A leather sofa rested against a wall, wooden bookshelves stood against another, and a bathroom adjoined the left wall next to a small bar below which, she recognized, had a blood warming oven.

“I’m sorry it doesn’t impress you. Perhaps after this endeavor I can hire you to redecorate it.”

Her eyes shot to his. “Oh, no. It’s perfect really,” she said a little too fast.

He took a step towards her. “Does the idea of seeing me not please you, Felicity Shaw?”

She gulped at the dangerous look in his eyes. He wasn’t giving her the look now. He was just plain pissed off.

“Listen, why don’t we talk about why I called?”

His lip curled with sarcasm. “Yes, why don’t we.” He took a seat on the corner of his desk, crossed his arms and watched her. “What happened at the concert?”

“Is your brother crazy?”

“Of my brothers, I’d say Luc is the least crazy, why?”

Felicity cocked her head as she tried to figure out the best way to explain this. “See, the concert started and he came out, right.” She waited for him to say something but he just blinked at her. God he had nice eyes. “Well, he came out then his eyes started to glow.” Still he blinked. “The crowd was screaming and going crazy and all the while he had his eyes locked on Beth. Now Beth’s a hardcore fan of LBB. She goes to most of his concerts, listens to his music everywhere, and all that. But when he looked at her he got all weird.”

“Weird how?”

“Well, his eyes started glowing, then she got uncomfortable. She is mortal and aside from a few occasions where I’ve been royally pissed off enough for my eyes to glow I don’t think she’s ever seen that.” She paused to give him room to speak, but he didn’t. Felicity sighed, frustrated, and then took a seat on the leather sofa against the wall—the one furthest from him.

“Then what happened?” he said.

“He started singing a song, but halfway through it Beth just bugged out. She started getting all frantic and weird. It was weird. My girl is always calm and collected, but she looked shaken up. Then she ran out of the theater.”

Dom stood then walked across the room to her. Felicity quickly looked at the space next to her and knew he was going to sit there. Thinking quickly, she stood just as he neared. His lip curled at her. A small smile that gentled his face.

“Running from me?”

Yes. “No.”

Maybe she should have stayed sitting. Now they stood only a few feet apart and she knew how talented he was at pulling her close in a flash.