Romance: What the Billionaire Wants
“This is a bad, bad, bad idea.
The mantra plays in my head as I ride the elevator up to his room.
I know what a bad idea this is, but somehow my body is working on autopilot and my mind is bound and gagged, forced to watch as I nurture my base physical needs.
When I reach his room, he opens the door before I knock and smiles, waving me in.
I open my mouth to speak but he puts a finger to my lips and smiles wider, shaking his head. I try to speak again but he covers my mouth.
...What the hell is he doing?
But before I can demand an answer he pulls me closer, cups my face and kisses me.
The urgency of our earlier meetings is gone but in its place is a new kind of intimacy.
He kisses me like he knows every inch of my mouth, knows how to make me tremble with desire, knows how to tease.
He lifts me off my feet, one arm around my shoulders, one under my knees.MoreLess
The mantra plays in my head as I ride the elevator up to his room.
I know what a bad idea this is, but somehow my body is working on autopilot and my mind is bound and gagged, forced to watch as I nurture my base physical needs.
When I reach his room, he opens the door before I knock and smiles, waving me in.
I open my mouth to speak but he puts a finger to my lips and smiles wider, shaking his head. I try to speak again but he covers my mouth.
...What the hell is he doing?
But before I can demand an answer he pulls me closer, cups my face and kisses me.
The urgency of our earlier meetings is gone but in its place is a new kind of intimacy.
He kisses me like he knows every inch of my mouth, knows how to make me tremble with desire, knows how to tease.
He lifts me off my feet, one arm around my shoulders, one under my knees.MoreLess
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