Free The Billion Dollar Contract: Proposals by Cynthia Dane

pool at her feet. She was bare beneath her skirt now, and if Ethan put his hand there she would not protest. Do it! Do it now!
    Without warning Ethan hoisted her up and moved her to an end table along the wall. Her back smacked against one of the floral paintings, but Jasmine couldn’t care, for Ethan Cole’s tongue was wrapping around the ruby of the necklace, letting it settle in his folds and play against the tip. Oh my God, get between my legs! She didn’t doubt it. She didn’t doubt that this man was deliberately doing that to make her think of his tongue massaging her clit.
    When he had his fill of taunting her, Ethan ripped down the front of her red dress and let his tongue roll over her nipple before it even hit the air.
    She clasped her hand behind his head and brought him forward, moaning as the world turned dark before her. Her eyes would not open. In this moment she was only aware of Ethan savoring her breasts as if they were the most perfect pair he had ever encountered. That had to be false. A man like him could have any woman he wanted on his travels. Women with perfect breasts and nipples made for passing between his lips. If they didn’t, he could buy them for them. In comparison Jasmine’s were more modest, although she did not voice these opinions as he grunted against her sensitive tips and eased her legs open.
    This is it. It was happening so fast. Soon enough Jasmine would hear that zipper drop and say goodbye to being able to say she had never been fucked by a billionaire. Don’t leave me waiting, asshole! Only inside her head could Jasmine be so demanding.
    But Ethan didn’t drop his zipper or even dry thrust against her again. To her surprise, Ethan Cole sank to his knees, wrapped his arms beneath her thighs, and brought her hips forward to meet his mouth.
    “Holy shit!” That masterful tongue was on a place that actually mattered now, parting her folds and sampling the innermost part of her. Jasmine’s hand took a chunk of his immaculate hair as she tried to get his face to come closer. A billionaire is eating me out! That intruding thought threw her out of the moment and made her realize that she was in a penthouse suite in the middle of the city… some strange man’s living room where she had her legs spread and begged for him to make her come… that very man breathing heavily against her skin as his eyes gazed up adoringly at her. Oh, he was good. Very good. Jasmine almost believed that Ethan Cole, the richest man around, was actually in love with her and wanted to only bring her carnal bliss.
    Well damn if it wasn’t working!
    A long, hearty cry burst from Jasmine as she leaned against the wall and slammed her eyes shut. One foot drew up against the end table, her shoe falling off her toes and clattering to the floor. Ethan’s tongue flicked against her for a moment and then came in long, long drawls that felt like he owned her flesh and skin. The best part was when he pushed his tongue back and teased the entrance to her center. She swore to God it was big enough to bring her pleasure alone.
    He went faster now, his hands squeezing her thighs and his mouth urgently pressing against her. He wants me to come. Jasmine opened her eyes and looked out those expansive windows again, wondering how many women – hell, people! – would be jealous to know that it was her getting this treatment from one of the country’s most eligible bachelors. And to know that this was his first move… Jasmine had been so sure that he would want to get it in her as quickly as possible. To use her, not that she would have minded for one night. Maybe that was still his goal. But at least he had the courtesy to make sure she was pleased, relaxed, and ready to accept him inside her. Jasmine couldn’t think of a single date of hers before that thought to do such a thing. And he’s damn good at it too. Sweet, sweet salvation she was going to…
    Ethan stopped, or at least came to a slow stop. When Jasmine