The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) by Cerys du Lys Page A

the world.  "Hardly! 
Jessika, this is art.  Like classic Greek sculptures, I capture the pure
essence of each individual."
    "You do
realize that most classic Greek sculptures have woman of quite more than
adequate proportions, don't you?  You basically just called me fat."
    "I did
nothing of the sort.  In fact, I resent that."  He rolled his eyes and
made to move away from me, but only in teasing.  "You're not even close to
fat, anyways.  I'm glad you like the dress, by the way.  It looks lovely on
you."
    "I
do," I said.  "I like it."
    I inched closer
to him.  I wanted more, a lot more.  I looked up at Asher, saw a look in his
eyes that I hadn't seen before.  What was it?  I moved closer, trying to figure
it out, but halfway there I gave up.  The alcohol fuzzed my brain.  Not a lot,
but enough.  At least I wouldn't be sleeping on a park bench tonight, not yet
anyways.
    It made me a
little bolder, though.  I put my hand on his crotch, felt his manhood beneath
his pants.  How did it come to this?  I didn't know.  Asher watched me, stared
at me, the look in his eyes changing ever so slightly.  God, I wished I weren't
somewhat drunk so I could better read him, except if I weren't I wouldn't have
my hand on his crotch, now would I?
    I craned my neck
up, moved my head forward to kiss him, and he didn't stop me.  His hand touched
my breast, squeezed it, bunched up the fabric of my dress until he held it
tight in his hand.  I grabbed frantically for his erection, stroking him
through his pants.  I wanted those pants off.  Right now.
    Asher seemed the
same.  But, his wife.  I couldn't do this, had to stop, and that's what I kept
telling myself but I never did it.
    The waiter
knocked on the wooden sliding door.  "The rest of your meal is
ready," he said.
    No, no!  Asher
pulled me away from him, made me put my hands in my lap and sit politely while
he leaned over and opened the door.  When the waiter saw us sitting next to
each other, he raised one brow, but said nothing.  One after another, him and
his assistant placed plates of food on our table, neatly arranging them around
our lover's special sushi platter.  Once finished, the waiter closed the door
for us, but not before saying, "I'll bring more sake, Mr. Landseer."
    "Jessika,"
Asher said when we were alone again.  "I'm sorry, but we can't do this. 
You're drunk."
    Something struck
me, some blind inspiration, and I decided to go with it.  "You said we
wouldn't end our lunch date until I told you my answer," I said. 
"I'm in no hurry to tell you."
    I meant, though
the words came out a bit hazy, that he was stuck with me.  I would tell him
when I felt like it, and keep him for myself until then.  It sounded less nice
when I said it aloud, but I hoped he caught my meaning.
    "Is that
so?" he asked.  "I said it was a romanticized thought, but I never
actually said I'd go through with it."
    "You have
to!" I pleaded.  He was ruining my plans before I could even begin them,
and it frustrated me.
    "I'll do
it," he said.  "But I have a few requirements."
    "What?"
I asked.  "I'll do them."  Whatever they were, I would, if only to...
    "First, we
need to cease this.  We are both adults, and I am married.  We can't act as
anything more than friendly to one another."
    "Fine,"
I said in a huff, crossing my arms over my chest.  "Fine.  That's fine.  I
don't mean to sound upset, but I never meant it.  It was an accident."
    "Yes,"
he said, sounding unconvinced.  "An accident."
    "You said
'first.'  What's second?"
    "Second, if
you insist on this, I insist you allow me to photograph you."
    "I
guess," I said.  If I gave in for now, agreed to his requirements, then I
thought I could stay with him for just a little longer.  If I changed my mind
tomorrow, what would he do?  Our time together would be spent and done
already.  "When do you want to do this?  I have the weekend free."
    "As soon as
we finish our meal," he said.
    "What?" 
I stared at him,