Free Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) by Deana Farrady

around on her skin, rubbing it into her breasts, over the nipples.
    "That," he said, sounding very contented, "could become my new favorite way to wake up. Better than coffee." He traced his moist fingertip over her lip, and Janey automatically opened her mouth and tasted him. She trembled.
    "Janey, are you on the pill?"
    "N-no."
    "Pity. All right. We'd better get up and you need a shower. One trip to the store," he said. "That's all you're allowed. The rest of the time I want you here with me and naked."
    Janey shivered and her loins began to suffer that pinching sensation again.
    He kissed her mouth, then lightly squeezed her breast. "You need to be careful not to let my semen touch your pussy, sweetheart. Babies have been conceived from less. Do you understand? Should I bathe you to be sure?"
    "No, I'm fine. Although I wouldn't mind having you wash me," she said bashfully.
    "Another time, definitely. I'm starving and you must be, too. I don't want you weeping."
    It took a moment for her to get the reference to her statement on the elevator. He remembered that?
    "Hurry up," he said, pushing her to the edge of the bed. "I'll make eggs and tea and microwave some oatmeal. What do you say to that?"
    "Meh," she said as her stomach growled. She suddenly realized she was ravenous. "I guess I could make pancakes and bacon for us." She stood up, then looked down at him longingly while he scanned her body with open enjoyment.
    "Don't look like that," he said regretfully. "I want to pleasure you right now as much as you want it, Janey, but it's too risky with my jizz all over you. Shower and then eat and then we fuck like rabbits."
    His lecherous speech made Janey feel alluring and innocent at the same time. She was glad that he wasn't babying her just because she was a virgin. What he'd just done with her this morning alone would be fodder for sexy dreams for half a lifetime, she was sure.
    She was about to go do what he said when she turned back abruptly. "The naked thing," she said. "In the kitchen you have to wear clothes for safety."
    "You're permitted an apron and oven mitts while we're puttering around in the kitchen. You don't need anything else. Work for you?"
    "I guess," she said reluctantly.
    "Don't you want to be naked?"
    "Not really," she said. "Well, maybe. I don't know."
    "Trust me, you'll like it, at least after a bit of practice."
    "How do you know?"
    He smiled, but didn't answer.
    She nibbled her lip. "I don't have any clean clothes up here, Nyall. They're in the van."
    "I'll get them. Keys?"
    "In my purse in one of the totes."
    "What do I bring up?"
    "Two more silver totes, plus a little suitcase."
    "Right. Oh, before I forget, Janey." He got up and went over to a chair and dug through his pants pocket. "Here. Front door, lobby door, building card for after hours. The code is here."
    Janey stared at the key ring. "Thanks."
    "Don't lose them."
    The shower felt good and she tried his subtly fragrant shampoo. Janey ran her hands over her skin with a strange awareness that for the first time in her life, she did not feel like her body was entirely hers. A man had rights to it. Rights she had admittedly granted, but still rights. If he touched her, she wasn't going to object.
    This must be what it was like to be not a virgin.
    When she came out of the bathroom wearing a towel, her suitcase was in the bedroom. She laid it down and rummaged through it, taking out toiletries and one change of clothes. After some consideration, she zipped up the suitcase and shoved it against a wall. She guessed she wouldn't be needing it for a while.
    She smelled eggs cooking when she walked out of the bedroom wearing a t-shirt and skinny jeans. "I was going to do bacon," she said, walking into the kitchen.
    Nyall was spooning eggs onto two glossy black plates. He was dressed pretty much like her, in jeans, a flannel, sneakers, and a t-shirt. Still, something about the fit of his clothes said they were from an entirely different rack in the