Free Farewell to Lust (Falling for the Billionaire #3) by Karolyn James Page B

else was there, right outside her apartment
building.
    It was like a terrible case of déjà
vu as she stared forward at the black limo idling.  This time, the door didn’t
open and Bradley wasn’t inside.  Instead, the driver rushed from the limo and
around, opening the door for Becky.
    “Please, come,” the driver said,
“Mr. Bradley has a very important meeting with you.  Right away.”
    Meeting.
    Dealing with the sexy billionaire
meant dealing with words that could mean so much.  She could either meet with
Bradley and achieve a state of pleasure that made her body feel wild and free
or she could meet with Bradley and talk about the next business deal.
    Either way, Becky had to follow her
heart this time and trust herself. 
    She walked to the limo.

4.
    W hen
the driver said the word meeting , Becky knew she’d be going back to the
office.  She also knew that if Bradley was expecting her, she wouldn’t have to rely
on fate so much.  As a younger woman she had always dreamed of meeting the
right man, or the one even, in a simple, fate filled romantic way.  Bumping
into him in a crowd.  Having a bad day, dropping all her papers, and he retrieves
them with a big smile.  Something casual, something sexy. 
    This… being ushered around the back
of limo, being kept under Bradley’s control – even when he wasn’t there – this
wasn’t part of it.  But yet it was something Becky needed in her life.  The mundane
struggle day to day, job after job, and in college, class after class, all just
seemed too much.  The strange part about Bradley was that as commanding as he
was and as much of a hold he had on Becky, she never felt so free in her life. 
    She felt free to care, to love, to
worry, and most of all, she felt sexually free. 
    As she adjusted herself in her
seat, her ass started to sting a little, a reminder of just how free Bradley
had made her. 
    She smiled and wished the driver
would drive faster.
    When the limo turned down Anderson Street, the street that held HB-Ley’s main office, Becky found herself sliding to
the right side of the limo, her face pressed against the blackened windows,
seeing the darkened world outside.  Her heart started to jump in her chest,
pumping hard and fast, thinking about Bradley’s powerful sexual command.  The
way he looked naked.  The size of him.  The way he touched her.  The way he
handled her.  The way his hands were always on the move, always pleasing – even
his fingertips.  The way he could snap at a moments notice and turn from a
gentle love making feeling to a hard thrusting fuck . 
    Becky moaned and her legs started
to bounce.  She told herself she would need to control herself when she saw
Bradley.  She would need to express her thoughts about last night, force him to
hear her and force him to let her have control, even for just a minute.
    But as she thought about him, the
way he stripped her dress off last night, the way his eager tongue cut between
her legs…
    No, she would need him first.
    In case it wasn’t meant to be.
    In case fate did show up but in the
wrong place at the wrong time.
    The first thing Becky needed was
Bradley to have her.  To hold her.  To make love to her.  To fuck her.
    The building came into view and Becky
quickly noticed the limo wasn’t slowing down.  The limo didn’t slow down and
soon the building appeared and was gone.  In all of two seconds, it was gone,
and the limo continued to drive.
    “Hey,” Becky said.  “No.  No, no,
no…”
    She moved from the seat and made
her way to the dividing window.  She knocked on the completely blacked out
window but the driver didn’t respond.
    “Hey!” she cried out.  “Put this
down!  Now!”
    Nothing.
    The limo continued it’s journey to…
    “Open this!  I command you!  On
Bradley’s behalf, I command you!”
    No response, no movement, nothing.
    Her body, just a minute ago had
been filled with erotic thoughts and her own passionate needs.  Now it