Free Pawn of the Billionaire by Kristin Frasier, Abigail Moore Page B

was walking back in, wearing a black silk robe, loosely tied. I could see his chest muscles, deeply toned, in the deep vee of the robe, and the sight caught my breath. Holy shit! I was turned on by him all over again, even though I’d just had the best fucking of my life.
    I saw he was carrying a white silk robe for me, and I wondered at a man who had a ladies’ robe in his bathroom. Maybe I needed not to get too caught up in this man. He smiled and held out the robe for me to slip my arms in the sleeves.
    “Thanks,” I muttered.
    ‘Thank you, Toni.” His low voice was warm and caressing, and my heart leapt. Maybe he did care. I could feel the whole sway of emotions going to center around whether this man was pleased with me or not, and my belly tightened.
    “I expect you’d like a shower,” he murmured. “I hope you find everything you need.” He went to the adjoining door to my room and opened it for me after unlocking it. “Dinner is at eight. I’ll knock at seven-thirty and we’ll have a drink before dining.”
    That told me what I should be doing, and I nodded weakly and went into my room. The door behind me closed, and I heard the key turn in the lock. I looked back and stared at the door. I noticed there wasn’t a key on my side. That was going to make it interesting to try and sleep tonight, and I thought petulantly about wedging a chair under the handle before I went to bed.
    I went to explore the bathroom, looking forward to gallons of hot water and clouds of luxurious steam.
    I threw off the robe after selecting the toiletries I’d need. It wasn’t until I was standing under the most powerful shower I’d ever experienced, that I realized my only clothes were still in his bedroom, and the door was bolted.
    I wondered what time he’d arranged for me to get back home later to pick up my stuff. It seemed that I’d be living here now. At least I supposed, until we had to live in England.

James
    I stood and stared at the door after I locked it. I could picture her going through to the bathroom, throwing off that robe. I could see her long, shapely legs and the curve of her ass as she bent to pick up the robe when it slipped from her hand. And my cock stirred and rose again. God, I needed to fuck her again. I’d been able to sense her arousal, but also her reluctance to give me her release, to lose control.
    And yet, her increased excitement when I’d restrained her hands had excited me too. Her breathing rate had accelerated and she’d got wetter while trying to fight me. Pondering, I walked towards my bathroom. This was going to be very diverting. Then I noticed the clothes I’d stripped from her. Of course, she had nothing else yet. I picked them up with distaste. Still, they’d have to do. I went back and unlocked the door to her bedroom, walking in without knocking. This was my house and I didn’t care who knew it.
    She didn’t hear me. I could hear the sound of the shower. So I laid the clothes on her bed and went back to my room, smiling. She’d know I’d been in when she found them.
    In my bathroom, I set the shower remote to come up to temperature and dropped my robe. While relaxing in the clouds of steam, I thought about her body, about the sort of clothes she should wear, and I was glad Anne Russell would be arriving tomorrow. She was a ladies’ maid of the old school, and I’d borrowed her from the Masons.
    I made a face at myself in the mirror as I trimmed my shave. I was glad now that Penny Mason had answered the phone when I rang to find out about the roofing work they’d had done. That had given me the confidence to ring her again this morning and ask about a maid to be a companion to Toni, to sort out her wardrobe and the other more personal stuff that I couldn’t be bothered with. And Anne Russell would do that for me.
    I smiled at my reflection. There was a lot I wanted to be bothered with, though. I was very glad at the way she’d responded to the restraint. That meant