Free Bargaining for the Billionaire by JM Stewart Page A

velvet heat had his cock throbbing. He was going to combust where he sat.
    BookNerd: Me too, baby. Soon. I’m stroking in between talking to you. To be a little too honest, you have me ramped up so high, I’m taking it slow or I’ll come without you.
    MadHatter3000: Let it go. Come with me, Gray…
    Grayson froze, blinking at the screen. His heart hammered and his mind raced. She’d called him Gray. It was a nickname he’d had since he was a kid. Maddie had never called him Grayson. She’d always called him Gray. His mind spun in panic. Had she figured it out? Did she know it was him? That he wasn’t some random stranger? Oh, he wasn’t exactly lying to her. He just wasn’t telling her the whole truth. But he knew damn well she wouldn’t see it that way.
    Fuck…
    Dejection hanging on him, he swallowed past the lump of fear stuck in his throat and waited for the berating he knew damn well he deserved. Waited for the moment when she’d announce she was canceling their date and her name would blip off his screen. Except as he stared at her name along the bottom of the message box, heart hammering in his throat, seconds ticked out to a full minute, and the reply never came.
    His mind spun off in another direction. An erotic direction that drew up luscious images of her. I’ll be damned. He sank back into the sofa cushions as the idea washed over him, swirling around him like a lure. She was over there, with her fingers buried in her hot little pussy…fantasizing about him. Not some random stranger, but him .
    Shit. The very thought had pleasure shooting to his toes. His thighs were shaking now and heat prickled along his skin. He gave in to the overwhelming need this time and fisted his cock, stroking hard and fast. Luxuriating in the incredible pleasure and relishing the fantasy the moment provided, he dropped his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes. His mind filled with erotic memories. Of her. The erratic huff of her breathing as she stroked her pussy. The little gasps and moans she made when she was on the verge of orgasm.
    The image shifted and changed, and she was beneath him now, her soft body curled around his. The fantasy was so real he swore her velvet heat wrapped around his cock as he pumped into her. She’d clutch his back, wrap those long legs around his hips and arch against him.
    His mind filled with the high-pitched cry she’d let out that long ago night, and in less than a dozen strokes he was erupting. A long, low groan ripped out of him, and jets of warm come splashed his chest and his quivering belly. He continued to stroke, riding the wave until the last tremor finally faded.
    He collapsed back into the sofa cushions, his breathing ragged, chest heaving. Too stunned to move, he could only stare at the dark shape of the television across the room, trying to slow his breathing. Jesus Christ. She never ceased to amaze him. That had to be the best orgasm he’d had on his own in a long damn time. Despite that she thought him to be another man, in the heat of the moment, at her most vulnerable, it was his name she’d called out.
    His chest swelled in triumph, filled with an unparalleled joy. That had to be a good sign. It meant she hadn’t forgotten him, that she still thought about him. It gave him hope. Maybe one day soon, she’d be his.
    The ping of an incoming message sounded, and he opened his heavy-lidded eyes.
    MadHatter3000: OMG. I just read my last message. I can’t believe I called you that. I’m so sorry!
    He wasn’t…. Not that he could tell her that. He got up and moved into the kitchen for a towel, wiped his hands and cleaned his stomach, then returned to the couch. He set his fingers on the keyboard, attempting to soothe her. He wasn’t upset. Neither should she be.
    BookNerd: It’s okay. We’re still getting to know each other, and we’re both trying to get over someone. Happens to the best of us.
    MadHatter3000: Have you ever done that?
    BookNerd: Sadly, yes.