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

remove it but didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do so. She was encouraged to see the impressive bulge tenting his boxers, wondering when she’d get to see what was beneath them. As though reading her mind, he levered himself from the bed, stripped them off, and tossed them aside. He watched her watching him as her eyes widened and she gasped her appreciation.
    “Like what you see?” he asked.
    Presumably she was permitted to answer him. “You’re…er, enormous.”
    He chuckled. “I’ve been walking about like this half the damned day.”
    “Why?”
    “Because,” he said softly, “being near you drives me crazy.”
    She felt embarrassed and confused. “You don’t have to say things like that.”
    “Why not? It’s the truth.”
    He sat back down, his erection stranding proud from his wiry pubic hair. She couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away from it and was suddenly afraid that she wouldn’t be able to accommodate him. What a waste that would be. She moistened her lips and reached out to touch him. This time he slapped her thigh a little harder.
    “Sorry,” she said meekly.
    “Just so that you know,” he said in a soft, challenging tone, “if you speak unless spoken to again, I shall have to gag you. If you try to use your hands again, I’ll tie them to the bedhead.” He bent to brush his lips across hers. “Don’t say you haven’t been warned.” A large hand closed over one of her tits through the fabric of her T-shirt, pinching hard at the nipple. “My, my, you are in the mood, aren’t you?”
    Athena wasn’t sure if that was a question or a statement of fact, so she didn’t risk speaking. Besides, her body appeared to be answering all his questions without any help from her. Abruptly he lifted the hem of her shirt. She raised her shoulders so that he could ease it over her head and throw it on the floor. Then he simply looked at her nakedness for an eternity with what appeared to be an expression of deep appreciation. Athena blinked, convinced she must have misinterpreted his reaction. She was anything other than perfect.
    “I knew you were a natural redhead,” he said, flicking a finger across pubic hair overdue for shaving. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
    Athena gasped, only just remembering not to speak. She wanted to tell him that her tits were too big, her stomach too round, and she didn’t think a whole lot of her butt either. Enforced silence, she was rapidly discovering, had a lot going for it. Bay continued to hold her gaze, lazily circling one areola with a featherlight touch that sent her into sensory overload. She squirmed beneath his touch and opened her legs, desperate for him to touch her there. He merely shook an admonishing finger at her and continued to torture her with ruthless disregard for her needs.
    “You must learn to be patient,” he said softly. “I don’t intend to fuck you for a long time yet.”
    Oh, shit!
    “Have you ever been spanked, sweetheart?”
    She shook her head. “Not since I was eight years old and my mother, on a rare visit, caught me spraying myself with her perfume.”
    “Spanking,” he said in a hypnotic cadence that commanded her complete attention, “properly administered on a responsive pupil, is the best aphrodisiac I’ve ever known.”
    He dropped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping gently at it with his teeth. And then not so gently. She tensed but forgot all about the slight discomfort when he ran one hand across her stomach and agitated her clit. Her gasp turned into a soft moan, and it was all she could do to stop herself pushing her hips closer to the hand that tormented her cunt. She forgot all about his teeth attacking her nipple, until he increased the pressure. Before she had time to register the pain, an amazing thing happened. A spasm generated by his teeth rocked her entire body, consuming her with a deeply pleasurable burning sensation.
    “Yes,” he said, lifting his head and looking