Free The Billion Dollar Contract: Proposals by Cynthia Dane Page B

unhinged over what she did to him was giving her the thrill of the month. Maybe the whole past year. Since I was a kid who still believed in Christmas. It wasn’t every day Jasmine was the one responsible for a carefully put together man coming undone.
    She settled with gripping him with her hand and pursing her lips over the head. Ethan’s hand was firm against her scalp, her hair tangling over his fingers, although like a true gentleman he didn’t force her onto him. Yet as the minute wore on his breaths became heavier and his moans more frequent. Jasmine sighed onto him, and that must have been too much – for he pulled away and allowed her to fall back onto the pillow.
    Ethan didn’t say anything as he hastened to unbutton his white shirt and get out of his rolled up cuffs. He yanked on his tie and cursed on his breath when it didn’t immediately come undone. Jasmine rolled toward him and contemplated touching herself, but she didn’t want to make him lose himself now. Not when she was so close to getting what she really wanted.
    “There.” Ethan pointed to the top drawer of the nightstand. He went back to fighting with his clothes. He should let me do that for him. Why did she have to keep her dress on while Ethan fumbled with buttons and dealt with a firm erection pointing in his new lover’s direction? Jasmine obeyed, however, opening the drawer to find exactly what she expected. Large, hm? She glanced back at him and decided she agreed.
    “Shall I?” She held the condom up between her fingers, languishing against the bed with her dress fussed all around her. Come on ladies, get out there. She wiggled enough until both nipples were out to taunt him. At least by now Ethan had the shirt open and tie off. “I once did it with my mouth.” A lie, but he didn’t have to know that.
    “No need. Just lay there and be beautiful.”
    Jasmine could do that. Being beautiful comes naturally to me. It was easy to think that with a man like Ethan Cole falling over himself because of her.
    He gazed upon her, one hand now around himself while the other opened the package. Jasmine looked back at him as she put herself on display: knees pushing into the air with her skirt up around her waist, front open, and her arms rising above her head to say that she was relaxed in his presence. All she needed to add was an expectant look to tell him to make this part quick. He had needs to tend to.
    The wrapper dropped out of his hand. He climbed onto the bed and sat between her legs. The bed barely moved, and yet Jasmine swore it was trying to swallow her up. Gonna swallow him up. The more he loomed over her, the more her legs shook and pulled apart as far as possible. Her self-satisfaction quickly disappeared when Ethan finally lost the shirt and tossed the tie beside her head.
    “This will be,” he began, running his hands up the outside of her thighs as he brought her hips toward his, “most enjoyable, let me assure you.”
    Jasmine whimpered. “I hope you have a good time too.”
    With one brief smile flashing on his face, he thrust into her and crushed any humility left.
    Before now Jasmine had held back the extent of the pleasure she felt. She didn’t want it to go to his head too quickly. But with him now inside her, his girth pushing deep within her center while his hips thrust it in and out, Jasmine couldn’t take it anymore. Here she was, a normal girl, with nothing more to her name than this cheap red dress and the wits she kept in her head. And yet Ethan Cole had seen her that Monday and decided he wanted this moment with her. That’s the romantic version. She wondered if Ethan knew how deliciously dirty she felt right now. He was probably getting off on it – just like her.
    “Ah!” It was the first of many cries as Ethan engulfed her with his body, sucking her throat and kissing her wailing lips. When his tongue crashed into hers she tasted his groan and swallowed it into her body. To feel his bare, muscular