Free Yielding for Him by Lauren Fraser Page A

full lips, lips he knew plumped even fuller when they sucked his dick. His cock twitched beneath his zipper. He shifted in his chair to ease the discomfort. Focus, Van. Otherwise this visit could get incredibly expensive.
    “I haven’t set the price yet.” She batted her long eyelashes at him. “The price isn’t really what I need help with, it’s selling the idea.”
    Oh boy, here it comes. “The idea? Why would that be hard?”
    “Well, see, I uh…I have this idea that I think would be amazing. I’m just not sure I can make it fly without some help.”
    “Okay,” he said warily. Where was she going with this?
    “With the latest erotica craze going on, I thought it would be fun to cash in on that and do sort of an S&M ball, fetish thing.”
    Donovan stared at his girlfriend. The woman had lost her mind. “A fetish theme? For a children’s fundraiser, are you insane?” Where the hell did she come up with these ideas?
    Lisa rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud. It’s not like there would be kids at the actual event, Grandpa. You said it yourself, people get bored with the same-old-same-old. How many thousand-dollar-a-plate rubber chickens can one person eat? This would be new, fresh. It would be exciting. And I know if we did it right we could bring in a lot of money for charity.”
    “Yes, but Lisa, you’re talking about asking old money to embrace the theme and it’s not going to happen.”
    “Why not? You’d be all over the idea?”
    Donovan smiled indulgently. “Yes, but I’m not old money, I’m new.”
    “What’s the difference? You could buy and sell half of those old-money snobs without batting an eyelash. Come on, Van, if you endorse this idea people will be lined up to attend and you know it.”
    She was right. Ever since his company had gone global the previous year his stock had gone up. Not just on the stock exchange but with Vancouver’s elite as well. Somehow owning a company worth billions had suddenly made him more desirable at the table. It seemed ridiculous to him but he wasn’t above taking advantage of the situation when the need arose.
    She shifted in her seat and slowly crossed her legs. The movement drew her skirt higher up her thigh, leaving a tantalising amount of skin on display. Damn, the woman had killer thighs. He tore his attention from her legs and caught the amused smirk on her face. Busted.
    Well, fine, two could play that game. He’d help her organise her fundraiser. But she was going to pay for it.
    He rocked back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head. “Sell me on the idea.”
    A frown wrinkled her brow. “Sell you on it? What do you mean?”
    He smirked at the confused, slightly nervous look on her face. This was going to be fun. “Well you want me to bend over backwards helping you, I think you need to make it worth my while.”
    Lisa’s blue eyes narrowed. “Oh you do, do you? And just what did you have in mind?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t know, honey. You can be awfully persuasive when you want to be.”
    Amusement danced behind her eyes as she rolled her eyes. Without breaking eye contact with him, she flicked open the top button on her blouse. The movement was just enough to tease him, allowing him a glimpse at the shadow between her breasts but nothing else.
    She moved to the edge of her seat and slowly uncrossed her legs. A flicker of blue flashed before she crossed her legs again. Damn, was she wearing the underwear he’d bought? Lord, he hoped so. The woman did things to a G-string that could make a grown man weep.
    Lisa reached behind her and unclipped her hair. The brown locks tumbled in waves around her shoulders. He loved to tangle his hands in her hair. Hold her. Guide her where he wanted her to go.
    Through half-lidded eyes, she watched him then ran her tongue along her lower lip. He could instantly imagine what her tongue would feel like along his shaft. His cock flexed eagerly.
    “So, what would I have to