Free The Billionaire's Deal: The Complete Story: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Crystal Kaswell Page B

my neck. My body reacts instantly. I'm hot everywhere. My back arches of its own accord. It's like my body is telling my brain to shove it.
    "You're overwhelmed," he says.
    Want rushes to my sex. My body is begging me to comply, but I can't do it under these circumstances. "Don't tell me how I feel. I know how I feel."
    He pulls my hair aside so he has better access to my neck. He plants a hard kiss on my skin and sucks gently. I'm going to have a fucking hickey at work tomorrow, but I can't say that I want him to stop.
    I really, really don't want him to stop.
    "Am I wrong?" He runs his fingers over the back of my dress, stopping at the zipper and undoing it.
    My skin flushes. Hard to believe this limo ever felt cold. I fight my raging hormones. Blake's hands are on my skin. He's about to unhook my bra and do away with my dress, no doubt.
    And there it goes. He unhooks my bra with a single flick. Even I can barely manage that.
    "It doesn't matter," I say. "They're still my feelings."
    He runs his fingers over my chin, soft and gentle. "Then tell me. What are you feeling?"
    "Confused."
    "And?"
    "Misled."
    "And?" He pulls the dress to my stomach.
    "Overwhelmed, okay? Are you happy that I admitted it? Being perceptive doesn't give you the right to whatever this is supposed to be."
    "This?" he peels my bra off my skin and draws circles around my nipples.
    Yes. That. I was making an objection. I had some point about his surprise marriage proposal and what a bunch of bullshit that is.
    Hormones chase away the logical thoughts in my brain. Every touch of Blake's fingers sends desire straight to my sex. It's much softer than last time, but he's just as in control. And I'm just as at his mercy.
    I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands. He nips at my ear. And his hands, oh his hands. Wow.
    Point. I had a point. "You can't manipulate me by sending me into a frenzy of lust."
    "No manipulation." He sucks on my neck. "Just a break from all your thoughts."
    "How the hell do you—"
    He pinches my nipple. Pain shoots through me, immediately calling all of my attention. I let out a heavy gasp. I need more and soon.
    "Are you on birth control now?" he asks.
    I nod. "The shot." As promised, he sent me his test results after our last conversation. Totally clean.
    He tugs at my dress, lifting my ass so he can slide it to my feet. "You remember the safe word?"
    "Yes."
    How the hell did he manage to get that dress off so fast? I barely managed to get it over my head.
    He tugs hard at my panties. They strain against my hips until the lace fabric snaps.
    Blake kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth. It's commanding and possessive and my body responds with gusto. I arch my back. I tug at the fabric of his suit jacket. I kiss him back as hard as I can.
    His pulls me onto his lap. I can feel his erection through his slacks. My breath quickens. My heart races. Today, I might get my hands on him. I might get to touch him properly.
    His lips go to my neck and chest. He nibbles and sucks at my skin. Every tiny hint of pain commands my attention, pulling me away from the events of the evening. They hardly seem to matter at this point.
    I close my eyes and surrender to the things he's doing to my body. His hand slides between my legs. He strokes my sex, from my clit to just above my ass. He sucks on my nipples.
    Pleasure whirls around me. It spreads through every inch of my body. Then I feel his teeth. The sharp burst of pain heightens every sensation. It's like this is happening in slow motion. I can feel every flick of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers, every scrape of his teeth.
    He slides a finger inside me. Wow. Wow. Wow. It's not quite like last time, when it was his cock inside me, but it's wonderful all the same. He finds the spot inside me, and rubs the pad of his finger against it. Pleasure shoots through me.
    He bites hard against my nipple. I cry out, digging my nails into the skin of his neck. He grunts, but it doesn't stop