Free Bowles, Jan - Bought for the Billionaire's Bed [Guilty Pleasures 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles

control, he slowly slid inside her, reveling in the tightness of her body as she contracted around him. Holding one hand around her waist and the other on her butt, he began pumping his hard shaft inside her. Slowly at first. Each stroke gaining a gasp of appreciation from her lips. When their gaze connected, he lost all concept of time. All that remained was an overwhelming desire to possess this woman completely and utterly.
    Her lips parted, and she called out his name, “Trent.” Her whole body arched, and his name spilled from her lips again. “Trent.”
    He knew she was close, and he commanded, “Lean back. I’ve got you. You won’t fall.” With complete trust, she did as he demanded, leaning back so he could see every delicious curve of her body spread out before him. The perfect breasts, so full and defined, rising and falling with her increased breathing. The womanly swell of her stomach now glowing pink from her imminent climax. He watched his cock, glistening with her feminine arousal, plunge deep between her legs. Over and over he thrust repeatedly inside her until her whole body writhed in ecstasy.
    He savored her climax, each delicious moan that tore from her lips, every ripple and spasm that contracted inside her. Her whole torso radiated heat as her stomach undulated with intense sexual pleasure. It was a joy to watch. This woman had simply turned his world upside down.
    “Mia, you are truly beautiful,” Trent whispered as he continued more urgently. She was so tight now. Every thrust, every lunge brought its own sweet torture. Her moans spurred him on, and when she climaxed again, he felt a pressure surge up his shaft and explode into intense pleasure. “Oh, Mia, I will never get my fill of you. I adore you.” As his breathing returned to normal, he pulled her into his embrace, and she lay cradled against him on the bed. Their sweat-soaked bodies now in perfect harmony.

    * * * *

    The next morning, Mia had breakfast on the balcony with Trent. The view of Manhattan was simply breathtaking. With a warm breeze blowing through her hair, she felt so alive and full of vitality. She just couldn’t believe how the last two days had changed her life. From a rundown studio apartment, she was now living the high life, quite literally.
    She smiled at Trent over the rim of her glass as she drank the remains of her orange juice. He smiled back, that wonderful, sexy Trent smile, which let her know everything was good with the world.
    Mia felt herself blush profusely. Trent had made love to her with an intensity that both shocked and satisfied her. To actually give complete control to a man in that way had never happened to her before. Trent was different in so many respects. She had complete faith and trust in him. In just the short time she’d known him, she knew he would never hurt her.
    “How are you feeling?” he asked, smiling at her as he buttered the last of his toast.
    “I feel wonderful, Trent.”
    “Good.” He squeezed her hand. “I’ve some contacts around the city. I’m sure I can find someone to help you achieve your dream of owning your own art gallery.”
    Stunned, Mia watched him take a bite of his toast.
    Trent chuckled as he returned her gaze. “I’m sorry if I’ve surprised you.” He pointed to her face. “You can close your mouth if you want to.”
    Mia quickly clamped her mouth shut. “I’m sorry, I guess you just shocked me a little.”
    Trent smiled. “I hope in a good way?”
    “Oh, definitely in a good way. Do you mean that, Trent? It would be beyond my wildest dreams if I could accomplish something so wonderful.”
    “It might take a while, but I think you’ll get there in the end.”
    Mia’s heart soared with newfound hope and ambition. Trent seemed so self-assured and confident of his abilities. If he said it could be done, then she had to believe him. Maybe, with his help, she might just achieve the impossible.
    “However long it took, it wouldn’t matter, but