Her Indecent Proposal (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Collection) by Judy Angelo Page A

down to his ankles, leaving
him only in his shorts.
    She bit her lip as she felt the blood rise to her face.  Don’t
chicken out now, Mel.  You’ve got to prove yourself .  She raised her hands
again but instead of grasping his shorts and pulling, as she should have done,
she leaned forward to rest her face, burning-hot with embarrassment, against
his chest.
    This time Sloane took pity on her.  He took her hand then got up,
pulling her up with him.  He didn’t say a word – he didn’t have to – but simply
walked into the bedroom with her in tow.
    There, he laid her on the bed and slowly began to remove her
clothes.  Her sandals were first to go, then he slid the ankle-length cotton
dress up her body and over her head, leaving her in bra and panties.  He rested
a big, warm hand on her belly but then he paused, looking at her with
questioning eyes.  When she nodded he moved his hands higher and reached behind
to unsnap her bra then pulled the undergarment off, leaving her breasts bare to
his heated gaze.
    Melanie dropped her eyes but said nothing.  More than anything, she
wanted to wrap her arms around herself, to hide herself from his stare, but she
knew she couldn’t.  That would spoil everything.
    As the thoughts swirled in her head, Sloane was moving toward his
next goal and before Melanie could pull back he had drawn her panties off her
hips and down her thighs, exposing the most private part of her to his gaze. 
She sucked in her breath and clenched the bed sheets in tight fists.
    Sloane lifted his eyes to hers.  “It’s okay, honey.  I’ll be
gentle.”
    His voice, quiet but firm, was what she needed to steady her
jangling nerves.  She drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, then nodded. 
She would do this.
    Sloane eased himself up and slid his boxer shorts down his legs. 
Then he climbed back onto the bed and, without warning, began to kiss her
knees, then her thighs, and his lips began sliding up, tickling and teasing,
moving closer and closer to that private place between her legs.
    Melanie didn’t know what to do.  Sex was one thing, but this – so
intimate and so new – was a totally different matter.  Reaching down, she put
her hand on his head to halt his progress but it was like trying to stop the
inevitable.
    Sloane reached up and grasped her hand but his hold was gentle and
almost reassuring.  “Just relax,” he whispered.  “Don’t tighten up.  Just flow
with me.”
    But I've never done this before .  Her
mind screamed the words but she couldn’t open her mouth to say them.  Sloane
already thought her repressed and frigid.  She didn’t dare make things worse.
    And so she pulled her hand from his, dug her fingers into the bed
again and bit her lip to keep from crying out.  Relax, you fool, relax. 
He’s not going to bite .  She hoped…
    As she held her breath Sloane moved his lips over her mound, making
her flinch, then he slid lower until his mouth settled over the center of her
pleasure.  And then his tongue came out and he gave the stiff bud a lick.
    Melanie jumped and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips.  The touch
of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her and it took all
her willpower not to moan out loud.
    He shifted, moving closer, and then he licked her again, sending
sweet sensations shooting through her body.  Then he was nibbling at the bud, then
licking, then sucking so softly until her insides began to melt and she felt
the tension seep out of her body.
    And then it began to feel good.  Oh, so good.  The muscles of her
legs relaxed and she sighed as Sloane stroked her there, starting a fire whose
heat began to rise till it had suffused her entire body and she wanted him more
than she’d ever wanted a man in her life.
    She wanted to feel his hard body on hers, she wanted his muscled
arms around her.  But more than any of that, she wanted him inside, so deep
inside her.  And, to her chagrin, she grew moist at the