How To Catch A Billionaire(29)
Author: Helen Cooper

“Trust me, you don’t need to lose anything.”

“I do. My ass is huge.”

“More cushion for the pushing.” He grinned.

“I told you—no anal.”

“Tonight or ever?” He feigned a frown.

“We’ll see.” I smirked.

“I don’t want to wait years.” He laughed and my heart stilled. Was he talking in years because he saw as dating for years or was it just a meaningless saying that had fallen out of his mouth?

“Oh come here.” I was so happy at his words that I drew him towards me and kissed him before pulling my top off.

“Whoa. What did I do to deserve this?” he rejoiced, eyes aglow taking in my heaving br**sts. He quickly moved his hands to unhook my bra and he stared at my na**d br**sts and grinned. “If I didn’t know better I would have guessed these were fake.”

“What?” I frowned.

“They are so perky.” He grinned as he squeezed my ni**les. “But I guess you’re just happy to see me.”

“Whatever.” I pushed him down on the bed and pulled his shirt off and ran my fingers to his ni**les. “You seem happy to see me too.” I grinned down at him and yelped as he reached up and took one of my ni**les in my mouth and nipped it with his teeth. “Ow.” My groan turned to a moan as his nip turned to a suck.

“Yummy.” His tongue licked back and forth on my ni**les and I jiggled them on his face. “Definitely not fake,” he grinned. “They wouldn’t wiggle like this if they were.”

I laughed and bent down and took his ni**les into my mouth and sucked. It was more erotic than I thought it was going to be and decided to nibble on them as well.

“Oh shit, Sarah.” He pushed me off him. “Are you trying to bite them off?”

“Oops.” I laughed. “I guess I just got carried away.”

“Uh huh.” He rolled me onto my back and pushed me down before straddling me. “How adventurous are you, Sarah?”

“Uhm, a little.” I paused and stared up at him. “Why?”

“I’d love to show you some things.”

“Uhm, like what?” I looked at him with apprehension. “Do you want to spank me or something?” I thought back to a conversation we’d had in his office previously and swallowed.

“I always want to spank you, Sarah.” He grinned down at me, very much reminding me of a hungry fox.

“Not with a belt?”

“I’d start with my hand.”

“Oh.” I think my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

“But there is something else I’d like to do.”

“What?” I whispered hoping he wasn’t going to go back to anal.

“Do you trust me?”

“No,” I muttered and he laughed aloud.

“Oh, Sarah.” He licked my lips. “Will you let me take you on a journey?”

“Where?” I paused. “Maybe England and Paris but not to Congo or anything, that’s a bit far.”

“Sarah!” He sounded exasperated.

“Okay fine, to Congo.” I grinned up at him as he lowered him something down on me, crushing my br**sts into his chest.

“Sarah,” he growled into my ear. “I want to f**k the shit out of you. I want to hear you screaming my name and begging me not to stop. I want you to feel me so deep inside of you that you think I am a part of you.” I felt my face flush at his words and knew that I was wetter than I had ever been from just words before. But I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to that?

“Yes, please,” I whispered and once again I heard him laugh. A deep guttural sound that rolled through his whole body.

“So then you trust me?” He stared into my eyes and I shivered in anticipation and lust.

“I guess so.” I ignored the voices in my head that were telling me that this wasn’t a good idea. His inappropriate joke about Angelica and the fact that he had actually gone to see her while I was here at his house made me feel angry. It just didn’t seem right. And I knew that I was falling in love with him. And it usually wasn’t a good idea to experiment too much sexually with a man I wanted for more than sex. Unless, he wanted more from me as well. And I just wasn’t sure. He had told me in no uncertain terms that he never wanted to get married but I felt like perhaps he was changing his mind. Maybe he was falling for me as well. I ignored the niggling feeling in me that I was living in the clouds.

“Guess or yes?” He frowned and propped himself up on one elbow as he looked at me. “I don’t want to do this if you aren’t one hundred percent sure.”

“I don’t know.” I closed my eyes. I couldn’t make a decision while he was gazing at me so intently. I felt his hand tracing my breast and all I wanted was to feel his fingers on my ni**les once again. I wriggled beneath him but he just kept tracing the edges of them. I opened my eyes again and whispered, “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He looked at me so seriously that I grew scared for a moment.

“Uhm, yes?” I paused. “It’s nothing too crazy, is it?”

“Depends what you mean by crazy?” He laughed and my stomach flipped with desire and angst. I had no idea what I was agreeing to here.

“So tonight will be phase one.” He grinned. “To warm you into it.”

“Phase one what?” I frowned. “And to warm me into what?”

“You’ll see.”

“I don’t want to become your sub.” My voice sounded strangely loud to my ears.

“Sarah, I don’t think you could be anyone’s sub.” He laughed.

“I don’t really wanna be a dom either.” I pictured myself with a whip and a ball and chain and I just couldn’t see it. Though I thought I would look hot in leather.

“Sarah. I’m not into that lifestyle.” He smiled at me patiently. “Though I will admit that I do like to borrow certain techniques from it.”

“Like what?” Did he have a room of pain as well? Oh my God, I thought. He’s going to make me sign a contract so I can’t tell anyone.

“I think you’ve read too many books, Sarah.” He watched the different emotions running across my face. “I’m no Christian Grey.”

My mouth dropped open. “How do you know his name?”

“What man in America doesn’t know his name?” He laughed. “The last woman I went out with was obsessed with the book. She wanted us to do everything they did.”