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

teach you to beg for cock."
    It was like he'd opened up her arteries and let something hot flood them. Her eyes widened. "Are you angry with me?"
    "I'm not sure. Mostly I want to fuck you violently," he said conversationally, "in all your holes, until you're screaming because you want to come so bad." He smiled wolfishly. "That's all, Janey."

Chapter 6
     
    The trip to the supermarket didn't take long.
    It would have taken much longer, because contrary to his order not to linger, she very much tried to. Only walking up and down every aisle was proving to be too athletic an activity for Janey's current condition. Her knees felt weak and her oxygen supply lacked something.
    It was all Nyall's fault. His last words to her in the kitchen had left her anxious, not to mention apprehensive. And no little bit aroused.
    Beg for cock. Screaming because you want to come so bad.
    She wondered what his problem was. Maybe he was frustrated. He had to be at least a little bit frustrated, she reasoned. Maybe he had sex ten times a day. A guy like him would be used to doing everything he wanted to with a woman, not holding back because of her virginity. It must be very inconvenient.
    In any case, by the time she drove off the lot of the supermarket, she was in doubt that going straight back to his condo was the smart thing to do. Nibbling on her lip, she made a spontaneous turn and in a couple of minutes was pulling up to a library branch.
    Inside, she flashed her library card and then sat down at one of the computing stations. In short order, she'd pulled up the long list of Nyall's emails, opened the attachment, and was scrolling through his list of mistresses.
    Five minutes later, she was sitting in her van on her mobile.
    "Amy Winch," a voice said.
    "Amy? This is Janey Pankowski. I don't know if you remember me. I called you a few weeks ago about—"
    "Nyall. Yeah, I got it. You're the one who wanted a reference. Can you hold on? Paul, I need you to test this code without going into the database. That possible or should we wait till Monday? Great. Sorry. It's crazy here since the server went down yesterday."
    "You're working on Saturday?"
    "What's that?"
    "You work every day of the week?'
    "Oh, yeah. There's my regular job and then there's my own projects."
    "Um, so I wondered if you might be available to talk for a few minutes."
    "About Ny? Sure."
    "So I'm having one or two problems. You gave me some great advice before."
    "Oh, yeah?"
    "'Don't get possessive or sappy or bossy or lie.' I can't say I've followed all of that to the letter, but most of it. And you're right, he is a great guy." She could sense Amy was getting bored, so she rushed on. "I know you said he's not into pain and the other girls he goes out with all say he's safe and everything, but…do you think there's a chance that if he gets really angry, he might, um, hurt a girl?"
    There was a pause. "Pardon. Angry?"
    "Yeah, you know. Frustrated and angry."
    " Nyall ?" Amy laughed. "Nyall doesn't do frustrated or angry. You don't need to worry."
    "Well, maybe I'm just imagining it," Janey said doubtfully.
    "What did he say, out of curiosity?"
    Janey blushed. "I'd rather not tell you because it's kind of crude. But when I asked him if he was angry, he said he wasn't sure."
    "No kidding." Amy paused, then raised her voice. "It's out of paper. If Svenna's not around, just look in the cabinet. You there? I wouldn't worry about it, Janey. He likes you a lot. He wouldn't hurt you physically."
    Janey's jaw dropped. "What do you mean?"
    "He's just not the mean sort. He actually got a colleague of mine out of a bad situation. She was taking crap from a dick who—"
    "No, I mean—that's great, but—what you said about him liking me."
    "Yeah, he thinks you're funny."
    Janey stared at the phone as if it had grown legs.
    "Janey, I'm sorry, but I've got to go pretty soon. Look, if you want to meet for coffee later—"
    "No! I mean, um, I'm busy today, too. But can you just answer—how