Free All That He Demands (The Billionaire's Seduction Part 3) by Olivia Thorne Page A

odor of the soap, the clean smell of the lather, and the faintest hint of his sweat. And I listened to him breathing, felt the light tickle of his breath across my wet skin.
    It was lovely just to be there with him, concentrating on nothing but him, as I slowly continued my work.
    “What would you like to do tonight?” he murmured.
    “Shhh,” I whispered as I concentrated on shaving his throat. “Don’t talk.”
    He didn’t say anything again until after I had finished. I set aside the razor on the edge of the tub, wet my hands in the water, and rubbed them across his cheeks and jaw.
    “Smooth as a baby’s bottom,” I said.
    “But hopefully more attractive,” he grinned as I ran my wet fingers softly across his face.
    I felt something stir under the water, against my leg. His shaft was thickening, lengthening, pressing more insistently against my thigh.
    Now that I wasn’t worried about hurting him, it seriously turned me on.
    But I didn’t let him know that.
    “I felt that,” I said.
    “Yeah, you caused that,” he said, and felt his face with his hands. “Very nice. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    “So, what do you want to do tonight?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
    “Come on… you don’t want to stay cooped up in here.”
    I shifted my position on his lap so that my lower lips were pressed against his shaft. “Oh, I don’t know… there are benefits to that.”
    He grunted, and I could feel him swelling even more.
    I began to move slowly up and down, rubbing the length of him with my softest parts. I was beginning to get wet, and not from the water.
    He grabbed my ass and pressed me harder against him. He was fully erect now, hard and thick against my belly and between my thighs.
    “We’ll do plenty of that,” he said, trying to retain his composure, “but don’t you want to do something? Something you haven’t done before?”
    “Like what?” I asked as I continued to massage his shaft. I loved the way it felt as it slid up and down against my clit.
    “Unh…” he grunted again, and closed his eyes.
    “Like what?” I whispered playfully in his ear.
    “I don’t know… a party at a movie star’s home, or something…”
    I stopped moving and peered down at him. “Seriously?”
    He opened one eye. “Sure, why not?”
    “You hang out with movie stars?”
    “Not usually, but I don’t think it’ll be too hard to wrangle an invitation.”
    I must have looked like a fish, my mouth was gaping open so wide.
    He grinned. “So I guess that’s what we’ll be doing, then. Now, before you get me revved up beyond the point of no return, let’s get in the shower and wash off. I need to make a phone call.”

22
    “You’ve never wanted to go to any of those parties before,” the ultra-gay voice said on speakerphone.
    It was Sebastian on the line, Connor’s personal assistant in New York.
    “Well, there’s always a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Connor said, and winked at me.
    We were dressing in the bedroom. Connor looked incredible in a dark suit with a light blue shirt. I was putting on a little black dress from the rack of clothes, and fretting about how tightly it hugged my curves.
    “I suppose,” Sebastian sniffed, then said disapprovingly, “I just wonder if it’s your idea… or someone else’s.”
    Meaning me.
    I stuck out my tongue at the phone.
    Connor laughed.
    “What?”
    “Nothing. And what do you care?” Connor asked as he tied his necktie. “You’ve been after me forever to get out and enjoy myself. You should thank Lily for being a good influence.”
    “I suppose…” he grumbled.
    “Does he ever get a day off?” I whispered to Connor.
    “I heard that – and no, I don’t.”
    “You do, too,” Connor said. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
    “That’s like asking me not to be gay, darling.”
    “I got you Steven as an assistant so you could take more time off – ”
    “Oh PLEASE. Would Steven know who to call to get you an