Free The Good Mistress: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Amarie Avant Page A

with the coat covering Blake’s little specially selected treasures. Lamb got out of the driver’s side as she sauntered by the fountain. Head held high, she got into the car.
    Yasmin’s gumption. Her pre marriage gumption encompassed Mila.
    Lido’s sexy confidence.
    After seven years, Veronica was her sister, too. So Mila took a dash of Veronica’s demure seduction. She'd greet Blake in such a manner. He'd cum at the sound of her voice.
    When the Escalade didn't take the exit for Beverly Hills, Mila glanced at Lamb.
    As if he felt her stare through the rearview mirror, Lamb said, “Just a little while longer.”
    Dots of perspiration blanketed her top lip. Mila stopped herself from rubbing her palms on her bare legs. She again channeled her sisters.
    The SUV pulled off the freeway and traveled into the mountains. Was there some sort of natural getaway in Southern California? The trees soared into the sky. Her stiletto tremored as Mila moved her crossed legs.
    Then spears of yellow highlighted through the thick of the trees. A glass house came into view. She'd fallen for the natural views of the home Warren had bought; now Mila anticipated falling for this view too. Mother Nature was sublime.
    I'll be the best fuck Blake has ever had . At that she took Lamb’s callused, deadly hand...
    ~~~
    There they were at the fork in the road once more. Seconds ago, Blake reiterated that the quick fuck across the accent table, their very first fuck, was just something to clear the air. He’d sent her off without words. Legs filled with lead, she started for the hallway. ‘ Go upstairs. The first set of double doors. Get in my bed. Lay back. Legs wide.’
    Cool, glossy wood beneath her feet, with every step, Mila breathed in deep. What the hell am I doing? The numbness is gone now. His cock made her delirious. The raw roughness of the way he’d handled her body had inebriated her mind in all the right ways. Not one thought of Warren, no sadness, only primitive desire as her ass arched in the air. But if he wanted to seduce her slowly—she refused to think the words ‘make love’—how would that end? The dynamics seemed too intimate.
    Mila stepped into the room, where a Cal King seemed the only focal point. It was dark outside, but the glass windows displayed a wide range of forest.
    I can do this, she told herself, yet those pretty little toes of hers stayed put.
    “I told you to get in bed.” Blake’s measured tone reached out and wrapped around her.
    She turned. Blake held the neck of a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, that cost more than a year's mortgage for Mila. He tipped the bottle back, drinking straight from it. The entire act, barbaric, yet enticing. In his other hand was a bowl of assorted fruit, strawberries, grapes, sliced kiwis. Before she could wonder about his intentions, Blake led her to the bed.
    She tried to stand before him, but he commanded, “Hands and knees now, since you chose not to listen.”
    Her kitty took over. No need to respond. Mila climbed onto the tall bed, one hand and one knee after the other. The Egyptian cotton within her fingers made her moan.
    “Now arch your back.” She imagined his teeth were gritted. When he didn’t do anything, Mila looked back to see his lofty gaze lowered to her jewel as he took another sip of wine. Without words, but so damn controlling, Blake gestured for her to turn forward.
    Mila glared at the headboard that should already be knocking against the wall. They should already be within the throes of passion.
    “You still want to leave?” He asked. It seemed his voice was lowered. He must have gotten on his knees.
    “Stop taunting me, Blake.” She arched her back more.
    He groaned. “Look, what do we have here? Mila, I’m not even touching your pussy. But it’s so wet… pink and glistening…”
    Mila’s head snapped back. “If you’re going to fuck me—”
    “If you don’t turn around, I will not fuck you.” His glare glued onto hers. “ Who