Free Asking for Andre by Minx Malone Page A

just needed one night to be touched. Once she got this craving out of her system, they could pretend it never happened.
    “One night and we’ll never speak of it again. If neither of us has any expectations, then no one gets hurt.” She took his hand and stood, smoothing her hair back self-consciously.
    “One night.” Andre scanned her from head to toe, the bulge in his slacks growing larger with every moment. She felt a momentary sense of triumph. She might be terrified but at least he wanted her. That was something.
    “I’m going to teach you what your body is made for.” He cradled her against his chest, every rock-hard inch of his erection imprinted against her stomach. “And I’m going to enjoy every hot…” He nibbled her ear. “Wet.” His tongue flicked over the earlobe. “Minute of it.”
    Casey swallowed. “So we have a deal. When do we start?”
    His eyes lit with hunger. “Right now.”
    * * * * *
     
    Half an hour later, Casey folded her hands nervously in front of her, scared to touch anything. One minute she was at the café agreeing to the most scandalous proposal she’d ever heard, and the next she was twenty stories off the ground in a penthouse almost as big as the Mirage offices.
    Andre had disappeared immediately, telling her to make herself at home. She snorted. Nothing about this is remotely like home. She turned in a slow circle, awed by the wide expanse of space. Everything in the place was white, black or stainless steel. It was perfectly decorated and utterly cold.
    “Come. Let’s get you comfortable.” Andre reappeared at her elbow and led her gently to a large, white sectional sofa. Casey smiled inwardly at his words. She’d just agreed to be tutored sexually by the man of her dreams. Nothing in the world would make her comfortable except perhaps a Valium or a bottle of vodka.
    “Cassandra, relax. I won’t bite you. We aren’t here to do anything you don’t want to do.” Andre sat on the other end of the sofa, reclining casually into the large cushions. There was so much space between them she figured he was trying not to scare her.
    Suddenly, she felt ashamed of her behavior. After all, she was a willing participant in this arrangement. It wasn’t as if he’d clubbed her over the head and abducted her.
    “Of course not. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman.” She patted the space next to her. “You can come closer. I’m not frightened, just nervous.”
    He was up and on his feet so fast it startled her. “Good. It’ll be difficult for us to get to know one another if we’re so far apart.”
    Casey tried not to dwell on what he was really saying, that they were here so he could make love to her again. So he could strip her naked and touch her all over. She wanted his touch, craved it actually, but the reality of the situation was more overwhelming than she was ready for. She had to remind herself he was the same man who’d teased her about her shyness and understood her love of travel. It was hard to remember how nice he was when she was thinking about what was beneath his tailored suit.
    Casey swallowed hard as his hand landed on her knee. In the bright light of day, it was hard to believe this was happening. That he wanted to touch her. His hand swept over the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, higher, higher until he met the damp cotton covering her mound.
    In that moment, she wished she could be the exotic, glamorous type. A Cassandra who would wear silk and satin under her clothes and know all the intimate secrets of how to please a man. If only she could live up to her name and be that confident, that alluring. But all she knew how to be was Casey.
    She had to hope that was good enough.
    “Just your scent is enough to make me hard.” Andre brought a handful of her long curls to his face and breathed deeply. His grip was tight enough that it should have been painful. Instead, she felt wonderfully entrapped.
    Casey moved against him restlessly, trying to