Free Make Me Beg by Alice Gaines Page B

around her and stood, his feet firmly planted in the Oriental carpet. “Not interested in taking a lover, are you?”
    She closed the book and lifted her chin. “I’m tired of fucking for the sake of doing it.”
    He almost choked. “Fucking?”
    “You must know the word.”
    “Of course, I do. I didn’t think a lady would.”
    She lifted a hand and stroked her neck—her long, soft neck. “I’m not a lady.”
    “A woman, then.”
    Her fingers next dallied over the flesh above the bosom of her gown—her plump, soft flesh. “I am a woman.”
    “And you fuck for the sport of it.” His throat went dry at the thought.
    “It feels very good when it’s done properly.”
    Priapus nearly jumped at that declaration. She might have been able to see it through his pants. Every rational thought flew out of his head.
    “Women have the same drives as men,” she went on. “Stronger, if they’d admit. But the costs for even discussing our needs are so high we keep them hidden. We simper and flirt and tease. Always denying our men. Always denying ourselves.”
    “You’ve found a way to satisfy yourself.”
    She blushed. Actually blushed, her cheeks turning an appealing pink. “Wealth helps. I’m sure you’ve found that true.”
    “A wealthy American.”
    “We’re not a myth.”
    “Texas cattle baroness? Southern planter? Descendant of a Yankee whaler, perhaps.”
    “Northern industrialist. My father had a small forge in upstate New York. He and my husband built it into a major industry. I run it now.”
    “Fascinating,” he said. “That leaves you time for fucking?”
    “I keep my days and my nights separate.”
    “My dear madam, may I know your name?”
    She nodded graciously. “Mrs. Olivia Trent.”
    He took her hand and bent to kiss the backs of her fingers. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Trent.”
    “Well, then, what do we do now?”
    He straightened. “Do?”
    “Now that we’ve been introduced, I can’t go back to reading Darwin and ignore you.”
    “I could leave you alone to read.”
    She bit her lip for a moment. She had a lovely mouth, lush and full of interesting curves. It would look devilishly good around the head of his cock. Priapus swelled even further at the image and began the slow ache that inevitably led to more urgent desires.
    “Unless I misread your state, you don’t want to leave me alone,” she said.
    “What do you know of my state?”
    “I know a bit about male anatomy.” She let her gaze linger on his pelvis. Something flashed in her eyes, either admiration or outright lust. She recovered quickly, though, and lowered the mask of serenity over her features. “But then, you’ve given up fucking.”
    “I have. And, I can assure you that I’m the master of my body, not the other way around.”
    She rested her elbow on the arm of her chair and bent her head to stroke her fingers over her lips. “Really.”
    “A man who can’t control himself makes the worst sort of lover.”
    There it was again—that spark of interest. Her eyes even widened this time. Intellectual as well as physical, though. He could almost watch the wheels turning in her mind. A clever woman and very sure of herself. She’d have to be both to run a company in this male-dominated world.
    “You never cede that control?” she asked.
    “Only at the right moment. When I’m sure I’ve satisfied the lady in question. When I know for a fact that I can make her climax with me.”
    Any woman proud of her virtue would slap him for that, but she only bit her lip again.
    This time, he gave her an easy smile. “That won’t work, Mrs. Trent.”
    Her eyebrows rose in frank surprise. “I beg your pardon.”
    “That thing you do with your mouth. It’s very persuasive but only if used in small doses.”
    “Well, Mr. Boulton, I am impressed.”
    He gave her a tiny bow.
    “You are experienced with women,” she said. “You’d make an able opponent.”
    This time, she’d set him back with her