Free To Tame a Tycoon by Judy Angelo Page A

over her breasts, his lips so close that his breath warmed her nipples.  She pulled his head down and he opened his mouth to take the distended member into his mouth.
    Asia groaned and threw her head back, transported to a place where all she could do was succumb to the waves of euphoria that washed over her.  As he pinched and rolled her nipples with her lips and tongue she clung to him, pressing his face into her breasts, her hand a vise that ensured he could not move away if he tried.
    Finally, her breasts soothed, she pulled his head away and applying pressure, she moved his face toward hers.  He came willingly and immediately covered her lips with his.
    But she wanted more.  She wanted to dominate this man, make him understand that she was in charge.  In all her interactions with him she’d been cool, she’d been calm, she’d been collected - the consummate professional.  But now it was time to show Rico Megalos the real Asia Miller.  She’d had enough of keeping the tigress inside her in check.
    With their lips still joined Asia wrapped her arms around Rico and tilted her body, nudging him until he was forced to roll over onto his back.  Then she was on top, taking control of the kiss.  This time it was her tongue that probed his mouth, tasting then plundering with a passion that left them both panting.
    “ Mon Dieu , who are you?”  Rico said between breaths as he stared up at her. 
    She slid her fingers through his hair and chuckled.  “It’s still me, Rico, but now I can be free.”  She looked away from him and out over the stretch of sandy beach.  “Out here it’s just you, me and the island creatures.  There’s no need to be politically correct.  Here I can just be me.”
    When she looked back at him a slow smile was spreading across his face.  “I’m liking this new Asia Miller,” he said and raised his hand to slide his fingers into her hair.  “So bold,” he whispered, “and so beautiful.”  Then he cupped her head and pulled it down to give her a kiss so full of passion that all she could do was melt into him.
    Then she pulled back, wanting to regain the upper hand.  She had to diffuse his sexual tension, make him relax again so she could rule.  She’d try humor.  “So then I’ll say, so reckless,” and she gave him a peck on the cheek, “and so young.” 
    He laughed at that.  “So we’re speaking soap opera now?  Please, no.  I don’t even watch those things.”
    She put her lips close to his ear.  “Maybe you should.  You’d be surprised at what you could learn about love.”
    Rico shook his head and gave her a fake frown.  “Are you saying I’m not adequate in the love department?  Are you insulting me, Mademoiselle Asia Miller?”
    “Not at all,” she said, smiling down at him.  “I’m just telling you, you have a lot to learn.”
    “What?”  He gave her a look of indignation then his face softened in a smile.  “And are you going to be the one to teach me?”
    “That depends.”
    “On what?”
    “On whether or not you can follow instructions.  To the letter.”  She gave him a mischievous smile and when he responded with a look of bewilderment she couldn’t help laughing.
    “You know, you are such a-”
    “Weirdo?”  she asked, cutting him off.
    “I was going to say, a mystery.  I still can’t believe you’re the same Asia Miller I met that day back in August.”
    “I know," she said with a teasing smile.  “Weird, isn’t it?”
    “No, not weird but…confusing.”  He tilted his head as he looked up at her.  "It’s as if, once the bun came down and you let your hair fall free, a totally new Asia was born.”
    “Well,” she said, rolling off him, “the question is, do you like the new Asia.”  She lay down beside Rico, closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath of salty air.  She almost didn’t want to hear his answer.  What if he hated who she really was?  What if he preferred the demure, unflappable Asia