Free Bewitching the Reclusive Billionaire Cowboy by Paige Cameron

her.
    She glared back at him. “You’ll thank me.”
    “Thanking you is not in my thought processes at this time.”
    Gina pointed to one of the pages. “I didn’t have anything to do this afternoon, and I got fascinated with your story. I edited it as I went along.”
    “You edited my story to page one hundred?”
    “Yes.”
    “What do you know about finishing up a manuscript?” His hand had curled into a fist on the paper.
    Surprisingly, she wasn’t afraid he’d hurt her, not physically anyway. “I have a double major in library science and English. I’ve edited for a writer friend of mine on a regular basis. She likes my work.”
    “She probably writes those sappy romances you women like.”
    “That’s it.” She stomped his foot. “I am not one of you women, I’m me, Regina. Don’t call me Gina anymore. You aren’t my friend.” She started toward the door. Graham lifted her into his arms and strode toward his room, she hoped.
    But he turned left and dumped her on her bed. “Stay here. Go to sleep.” He shut her door on the way out.
    Her heart pounded, and desire flared in her abdomen. She’d so hoped they’d end up in his bed. What was he doing?
    She got up and crept down the hall to peek in his study. He’d left the door open and sat reading his book from the first.
    “Come on in. I know you’re there. You are the most annoying, fascinating, aggravating, bewitching, frustrating woman I’ve met.” He turned in his chair to face her. “I knew you’d never stay in bed. Has anyone ever told you curiosity can be dangerous?”
    “No, my life has been very boring, until I met you.”
    He started toward her with that panther-like movement that sent shivers up her spine, a mixture of desire and fear. She moved to the left, back, to the right, but he kept stalking her.
    “What are we going to do about this attraction sparking between us? Ignore it or enjoy it for the present?” he asked, his smoky, deep voice resounding deep inside her.
    “If I get a vote, I’d say enjoy,” she whispered.
    He pounced and held her tight in his arms. “Then enjoy wins.” Throwing her over his shoulder, he took rapid steps to his room, and then let her body slide down against his.
    By this time, the fire of desire raced in her blood, and her pussy wept in hunger for his hard dick to fill her. She’d won this battle, but there was a long way to go to win her man.
    Graham stood back and studied her. “I like that outfit. What’s it called?”
    “It’s for lounging.”
    He started undoing the buttons on her top. “Since we’re not lounging, we don’t need it.”
    Gina ran her fingers through the brown hair on his chest. She rubbed across his nipples and heard him hiss between his teeth.
    He opened her blouse and pushed it off. His hot hands cupped her breasts. Leaning down, he kissed all around her breasts and ran his fingers across her tightened nipples.
    “Sweet, rosy cherries.” He sucked on her breast, and shivers shook her insides. Her pussy clenched, and more of her moisture flowed between her lower lips.
    “I like the scent of your desire.” He slid down and pulled her silky pants off at the same time. “Move your legs apart,” he said in a commanding voice.
    She did as he asked, and her body tingled with expectation. Graham separated her folds, and his tongue tasted her from her clit to the opening of her pussy.
    “Ah, your pussy is so wet and your nectar so succulent. This is all the dessert a man needs to complete his day.”
    His tongue and teeth teased and tasted her until her legs were weak from wanting him.
    As though he’d read her mind, he picked her up and placed her gently on his bed. “Tonight is for a slow feasting.” He moved down her legs, his hands massaging and his lips lightly kissing her sensitive skin. The slow, sensual exploration had Gina’s heart fluttering, a coil of hot desire flaring into a roaring fire in her middle, and her pussy tightening and weeping for