Everything He Desires (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #1)(5)
Author: Thalia Frost

Need of me.

I took my hand away from his underwear and slowly took my shirt off, unable to meet his gaze. My br**sts sprang free. I hadn’t had time to get a bra. I hadn’t even thought of it in the rush of things. I felt exposed and hot. My ni**les pebbled as he studied them.

“Look at me, Lacey. I want to see you look in my eyes—I can read you, you know?”

I didn’t answer, but I locked gazes with him, and the raw desire in his eyes made me shudder. I wondered if he could bring me to orgasm just with that look.

I wanted him to touch me. My br**sts ached for it.

“Take off your shorts now. Leave your underwear on.”

My hands shook as I complied with his command. I was glad I was wearing red lacy panties, one of my nicest pairs that only one other man had ever seen. They were already soaking wet.

“Take it in your hands.”

Heat rose to my cheeks at how forward he was. He didn’t flinch as he said it.

I wondered how many times he’d done this before, with how many women.

“Trust me.”

I nodded and pulled his underwear back, freeing his cock. In my meager experience, he was large. My hands shook.

“Relax. I like you.” He tilted his head and grinned.

That gave me courage. I leaned over him.

“Put it between your tits.”

I closed my eyes, feeling myself go red to the roots of my hair. I did what he asked, and he moaned.

“That feels so good. I love your soft tits.”

From seemingly out of nowhere, Rock drizzled oil on his cock.

“Move up and down.” I did as he asked, letting my mouth and tongue just catch the top of  his c**k as my tits made a vise around his rigid dick. His c**k slid between my br**sts, over and over, and I moaned, my arousal painful.

“Stop.”

I let go of his cock, not wanting to.

“Lie down. Put your head on my lap.” He spoke in short gasps, and I was pleased to see how I’d affected him. He was rock hard. I lay with my head near his c**k and spread my body out along the seat.

“Limos come in handy for this sort of thing,” he said and laughed.

I laughed, too. Then he silenced me by tangling his fingers in my hair with a tenderness I couldn’t believe was in a man like him. He played with it, wrapping it around his c**k and stroking. Watching him do that almost drove me mad.

“Your hair is so soft, Lacey. I’m going to come on your face.”

“Yes.”

“Touch yourself while I do.” He grabbed his c**k firmly, and I whimpered, turning my head to flick my tongue against it once.

I was putty in his hands.

He stroked his c**k up and down, staring deep into my eyes. I felt like he was seeing all of me, every last bit, including all my insecurities and failures.

I told myself it was just foreplay. Nothing else.

I swallowed at how far afield my hopes were already getting. That was dangerous territory with a man who could take what he wanted and then discard it. A man will billions of dollars had no need of a woman like me.

As if reading my mind as he’d done earlier, he whispered, “touch your pu**y. Make yourself come.”

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed at the feeling I saw in his eyes, the desire that was all for me.

He pumped his c**k harder as I opened my eyes again and swirled my fingers over my clit, sighing as my own pleasure built. I imagined him inside of me, and my movements grew frenzied.

“I love watching you.” He spoke in gasps. “I’m going to come. Are you ready? Come with me.” He wasn’t making a request. He was commanding.

I nodded. He released his seed on my face with a shout. At the feel of the salty, thick warmth on my lips, eyes, and cheeks, I cried out with my own cl**ax, my pu**y clenching over and over in waves.

He looked down at me for a minute and smiled. “Well done.”

I thought of how I must look with his cum on my face.

“Let me wipe that for you. You’re so gorgeous, Lacey.” He mopped my face gently with a fine, silk handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket. He’d never taken his shirt and sport coat off.

“Thank you.”

“I mean it. I hope you know that. You will know that by the time I’m done with you.” At this words, my stomach clenched.

Done with me? I was beginning to think a year would never be long enough with him.

“We just pulled up at the airport.” He threw the handkerchief in a little bag near his leg. “You have some new clothes there.” He pointed at a compartment in the middle of the row of seats in front of us.

“Thanks.”

“Hurry. We don’t have much time.” His jaw clenched, and I sensed his mood had changed again.

“I will.” I jerked the shorts and top on, and he dressed, too. The clothes fit me perfectly and were much nicer than anything I’d normally buy. I wondered how he’d known my size.

Just as I was finished getting ready, his cell phone rang.

He listened for a minute.

“Yeah. Right. Well, I’ll deal with it when I get to Venice. Don’t call me again.” He barked the last sentence into the phone and jabbed a button.

“Everything okay?”

“Far from it, but you knew that already. Let’s go to Venice.” He gave me a cold smile, and fear coiled in my belly. Would I survive this year with a man so sexy and volatile? Or was this all some kind of joke?

I followed him out of the limo, ignoring every man but him. Venice, here we come.