Free Red Light Specialists by Michelle M. Pillow, Mandy M. Roth Page B

lies there. It’s kind of boring if you know what I mean.”
    He frowned. Obviously, he didn’t.
    “What would you think if I merely lay down on the bed, my legs spread—”
    “I would enjoy it,” he answered quickly.
    “—staring at the ceiling as you did all the work, not touching you, not kissing you, not—”
    “I would not enjoy it,” he admitted, more reluctantly than before.
    “There’s your answer.” Bianca made a move as if she would push past him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I—”
    “But I had the bathers, they—”
    “Ah, then I should desire the bathers,” Bianca said. “They aroused me. They shall finish me. Thank you for the wonderful suggestion. Excuse me.”
    The prince frowned. “I aroused you. I ordered them to—”
    Her look cut him off. “No, they touched me, they aroused me. That’s how it works. In fact, you had nothing to do with it.”
    Okay, that was a lie. She’d been thinking about him the entire time she was in the bath. But this arrogant prince really didn’t need to know that.
    “You’re a strange woman.”
    “Is that supposed to be a compliment? It’s a wonder any women come to your bed at all.” Lowering her voice, she mocked him, “Come and pleasure me. Release me. It’s all about me. Me. Me. Me. M—”
    The prince stopped her by lifting his hand to her face. He touched her lightly. She waited as he traced over her jaw, moving his hand down to the towel wrapped around her body. Slowly, he hooked his finger between her breasts and tugged. It fell to the floor.
    He devoured her with his eyes before moving to touch her with his hands. Cupping her breasts, he massaged them gently. A soft moan escaped him as he touched her.
    “You’re so soft.” Ahmet took an aggressive step forward, walking her back toward his bed. He moved his fingers over her hips only to come back up her stomach to her breasts. “Is this what you’re asking for?”
    Bianca shivered. Oh, yeah. That’s definitely what she’d been asking for. His hands seemed to hesitate. She knew the man was on foreign territory. In the past, he’d not moved to touch a woman, give her pleasure.
    “Mm, yes,” she whispered, encouraging him. He smiled. His exploration grew bolder, his touch more sure.
    With a light toss, he lifted her beneath the arms and threw her back on the bed. Bianca gasped, wiggling against the mattress in arousal. Starting at her feet, he massaged her, roaming over her as a white mist. The mist was everywhere at once—along her legs, near her pussy, covering her breasts. It felt as if a million fingers softly probed her flesh, she arched and moaned. Everywhere the mist touched, she tingled.
    When he again formed into a solid man, he loomed over her. His thighs spread, trapping her down. He grinned. Bianca moved restlessly against the mattress, trying to touch him.
    “Don’t move, I am enjoying this.” When he looked at her, his eyes were nearly completely purple as they glowed with a strange light.
    Ahmet continued to touch her, seeming to find pleasure in watching her respond to him. He found her neck with his lips, biting and kissing a trail down her throat to her breasts. Licking her nipples, he lapped them with his tongue only to bite them gently. The caress shot straight from her breasts to her soaked cunt, causing her to nearly come from just the sensation of need.
    “Ah, okay, that’s enough.” Unable to hold back, Bianca tried to urge him to move so he could come inside her, trying to work her legs so they were on the outside of his thighs. His muscles gripped, keeping her from her goal. She knew he was strong, but the sheer power of him was amazing.
    Bianca moaned in frustration. If she didn’t find release soon, her whole body was going to explode. The way she felt, so wet, so tense, so fucking hot, the explosion would probably knock out the whole kingdom. He resisted her grasping hands and wiggling body.
    “Mm, please, Ahmet.”
    “I like when you beg me. Beg