Her Three Entrepreneurs [The Hot Millionaires #8] by Zara Chase Page A

first.”
    “You’re married?”
    “Hell no, but I am a sexual Dominant.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “It means you have to do whatever I tell you to do.” He claimed her lips, a little more forcefully this time. They tasted of brandy and reckless desire. “You up for that?”
    “You get to boss me about and I have no say in the matter?”
    “That’s about the size of it. But if I do anything to you that you don’t like, say the word and I’ll stop at once.” He flicked at a solid nipple through her T-shirt. “But I don’t intend to do anything you dislike.”
    She reached up to wind her arms around his neck and sank her fingers into his hair. Passion had darkened her eyes by several shades. “That’s probably just as well,” she said, “because I haven’t done this for a while. I’ll probably need an expert to remind what goes where.”
    Bay threw back his head and roared with laughter. “I’ve never heard it described quite like that before.”
    “You’ll get used to my weird way.” She smiled up at him. “So what are we waiting for?” she asked.

Chapter Seven
     
    “What must I do first?” she asked.
    Bay placed a finger against her lips. Athena quelled the playful desire to nip at it. Her head spun, a combination of too much brandy and the excitement that ripped through her when he caressed her face with the rich intensity of his gaze.
    Thank God she’d remembered the brandy was there, otherwise this wouldn’t be happening. When Bay demonstrated no particular interest in her, the alcohol had given her the courage to go after what she needed from him. He’d responded like any red-blooded male would but was right to suggest that she’d probably regret it in the morning. Only because she’d be embarrassed for instigating proceedings, though. She was old-fashioned about that sort of thing and still thought the man ought to make the running.
    Having standards was all very well, but if ever a situation cried out for an exception to be made, this was it. She was sitting here wearing next to nothing. Her pussy dripped like a leaky tap, her nipples had solidified into painful peaks, and she was unable to think about anything except getting laid. Someone had to help her out, and he just happened to be available. She put her out-of-character behaviour down to the aftereffects of shock. It made people do odd things.
    Bay probably wasn’t too impressed with what he saw, given that he had a physique that would put a Greek god to shame and could presumably take his pick from the crème de la crème of the female population. Why would he bother with her for any reason other than she happened to be convenient and hadn’t left him with a whole lot of choice?
    Athena quelled such humiliating thoughts and gave herself over to enjoying herself, before he could change his mind.
    “The first thing you must learn is to speak only when spoken to.” He reached across her and switched on a small bedside light. “I want to be able to gauge your reactions,” he explained.
    He bent his head, dirty-blond hair falling across his face as he kissed her with bold, seductive sweeps of his tongue. Presumably it was permissible to kiss him back. As soon as her lips firmed against his, he nudged against them with his tongue until they parted. Bay plundered her mouth with ruthless efficiency, kissing her like it was an Olympic sport and he was favourite for the gold medal. Athena lifted her torso from the bed, desperate to feel his body pressing against hers. Perhaps that would deflect his attention to her aching nipples.
    No such luck. The moment she moved, he broke the kiss and gave the side of her thigh a sharp tap.
    “Naughty!”
    She stared up at him in dazed confusion. “What did I do?”
    “My rules, remember.”
    Athena fell back against the pillows, her heart hammering against her rib cage. His eyes glistened as he looked down at her, still wearing her not-especially-sexy T-shirt. Presumably he would