The Billionaire's Deal: The Complete Story: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Crystal Kaswell
Authors: Crystal Kaswell
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test results if you'd like."
"Okay."
He leads me into a bedroom. Not his from the looks of it. Everything is a little too clean, too warm, too feminine. The bed is dressed in grey cotton sheets. There's a soft chiffon curtain over the window. It's the same pale pink as my dress, the one out on the balcony.
Blake opens the drawer. "But, for tonight. We use this." He pulls out a condom. "Understand?"
"I'm not an idiot. I know what a condom is."
"Have you used one?"
My cheeks flush. "No."
"Sit on the bed."
I hesitate. My head thinks up all sorts of objections, but my body cuts through all of them.
His voice gets low. Rough. "Now."
I plant my ass on the bed. It's firm. One of those expensive foam mattresses. Palms flat behind me, I lean back. Blake's eyebrows raise ever so slightly. His gaze passes over me again.
"You are gorgeous." He reaches into the dresser and pulls out something black. "I've been thinking about getting inside you since the day we met."
"Really?"
"Desperately." He shuts the door behind us. Then the dresser drawer. "Lie down, arms above your head."
He moves towards me. The expression in his eyes commands me. I don't want to know the consequences for ignoring his request.
I shift onto my back.
"Hands by the headboard," he says.
I shift so I'm in position. It's quite the headboard. Perfect for sex, really. I can't imagine any other use.
I feel his weight first. His knees planted outside my thighs. His crotch against mine. He reaches for my hands and ties a length of black rope around them. Then he ties the rope to the railing of the headboard.
He tests the strength of the knot, tugging at it gently. His eyes find mine. "Okay?"
I nod.
"What's the safe word?"
"Chess."
"Good."
He slides his jacket off his shoulders. Then the tie. It's as slow as humanly possible. I shift back, testing my mobility. My legs are free. I can do whatever I want with them. My arms can move a few inches in any direction, but that's about it.
I crane my neck to look at Blake, but I can't manage much of a view. I can feel him though. The warmth of his body. The weight of him shifting the bed. The sound of his breath. He takes off his shirt. I know what that sounds like. Then there's a zipper. The bed shifts as he slips out of his pants.
He comes into view. One hand plants outside my shoulder. The other brushes hair from my face. Blake stares into my eyes for a moment. There's almost something sweet about it.
His lips connect with mine. All the want buzzing around my body collects between my legs. We've been at this foreplay all day. Waiting any longer would be torture, but I'm clearly not in a position to negotiate.
I slide my tongue into his mouth. He kisses back, harder. His hands slide down my chest. He circles my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Then it's down, all the way to my belly button.
He kisses my neck. My chest. My stomach. Right below my bellybutton. My sex clenches. His mouth is so close.
Blake grabs onto my thighs and shoves them apart. My knees smack against the bed. My eyelids get heavy. I suck in a deep inhale. I'm sure I'm blushing. It's hard not to feel self-conscious. I've never had anyone that close.
"You smell fucking good," he says.
Something in me relaxes. I arch into him as much as I can.
Blake holds my thighs against the bed. I shift my legs just to see what he'll do. He digs his nails into my skin until I cry out. That pain feels good, too.
No waiting. He runs his tongue over my lips. His mouth closes on my left side and he sucks hard. Pleasure overwhelms me. It's so much, so unlike anything else I've ever felt. He's warm, soft, and wet all at once.
He licks me from top to bottom. Every movement of his tongue feels damn good. I try to contain the sensation by shifting, but I've got nowhere to go. I buck my hips. He holds me tighter.
The only thing I can do is moan.
He draws all sorts of delicious shapes over me. A circle, a triangle, a star, a heart even. I don't bother
"Okay."
He leads me into a bedroom. Not his from the looks of it. Everything is a little too clean, too warm, too feminine. The bed is dressed in grey cotton sheets. There's a soft chiffon curtain over the window. It's the same pale pink as my dress, the one out on the balcony.
Blake opens the drawer. "But, for tonight. We use this." He pulls out a condom. "Understand?"
"I'm not an idiot. I know what a condom is."
"Have you used one?"
My cheeks flush. "No."
"Sit on the bed."
I hesitate. My head thinks up all sorts of objections, but my body cuts through all of them.
His voice gets low. Rough. "Now."
I plant my ass on the bed. It's firm. One of those expensive foam mattresses. Palms flat behind me, I lean back. Blake's eyebrows raise ever so slightly. His gaze passes over me again.
"You are gorgeous." He reaches into the dresser and pulls out something black. "I've been thinking about getting inside you since the day we met."
"Really?"
"Desperately." He shuts the door behind us. Then the dresser drawer. "Lie down, arms above your head."
He moves towards me. The expression in his eyes commands me. I don't want to know the consequences for ignoring his request.
I shift onto my back.
"Hands by the headboard," he says.
I shift so I'm in position. It's quite the headboard. Perfect for sex, really. I can't imagine any other use.
I feel his weight first. His knees planted outside my thighs. His crotch against mine. He reaches for my hands and ties a length of black rope around them. Then he ties the rope to the railing of the headboard.
He tests the strength of the knot, tugging at it gently. His eyes find mine. "Okay?"
I nod.
"What's the safe word?"
"Chess."
"Good."
He slides his jacket off his shoulders. Then the tie. It's as slow as humanly possible. I shift back, testing my mobility. My legs are free. I can do whatever I want with them. My arms can move a few inches in any direction, but that's about it.
I crane my neck to look at Blake, but I can't manage much of a view. I can feel him though. The warmth of his body. The weight of him shifting the bed. The sound of his breath. He takes off his shirt. I know what that sounds like. Then there's a zipper. The bed shifts as he slips out of his pants.
He comes into view. One hand plants outside my shoulder. The other brushes hair from my face. Blake stares into my eyes for a moment. There's almost something sweet about it.
His lips connect with mine. All the want buzzing around my body collects between my legs. We've been at this foreplay all day. Waiting any longer would be torture, but I'm clearly not in a position to negotiate.
I slide my tongue into his mouth. He kisses back, harder. His hands slide down my chest. He circles my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Then it's down, all the way to my belly button.
He kisses my neck. My chest. My stomach. Right below my bellybutton. My sex clenches. His mouth is so close.
Blake grabs onto my thighs and shoves them apart. My knees smack against the bed. My eyelids get heavy. I suck in a deep inhale. I'm sure I'm blushing. It's hard not to feel self-conscious. I've never had anyone that close.
"You smell fucking good," he says.
Something in me relaxes. I arch into him as much as I can.
Blake holds my thighs against the bed. I shift my legs just to see what he'll do. He digs his nails into my skin until I cry out. That pain feels good, too.
No waiting. He runs his tongue over my lips. His mouth closes on my left side and he sucks hard. Pleasure overwhelms me. It's so much, so unlike anything else I've ever felt. He's warm, soft, and wet all at once.
He licks me from top to bottom. Every movement of his tongue feels damn good. I try to contain the sensation by shifting, but I've got nowhere to go. I buck my hips. He holds me tighter.
The only thing I can do is moan.
He draws all sorts of delicious shapes over me. A circle, a triangle, a star, a heart even. I don't bother
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