Bound to Her: Three Dates With a Billionaire Read Online Free

difference. If I went to work somewhere I hadn’t been before, I contacted my PA, who found me somewhere comfortable to live, no expense spared, and sent me credit cards. I walked into a store and picked up a phone on my contract, no expense spared. I knew I had it easy, but it was one thing to know it, and another to experience it, to have no choice.
    This woman was teaching me so much, bringing me to a realization of life as she saw it.
    I grinned, conceding the point and glanced down. Her breasts swelled under the thin cotton, tempting me. I stroked a finger along her cleavage, then either side. “I want you again.” My cock rose at the words. It hadn’t gone completely down and now it hardened. But with the arousal, the temptation to swing on top of her and watch her while we fucked, fear clutched my spine, sending a cold chill through me. I couldn’t.
    She licked her lips. “Yes. I want you too.”
    “Turn around.”
    “Don’t touch me.”
    “No.” She sounded sad, but there was little I could do about that.
    Still, she turned around. I rolled over and snagged a condom from the drawer and then turned back to her, slipping my arms around her waist. She shivered, but with arousal, not fear. That was what I wanted. Slipping my hands up her body, I pushed the T-shirt out the way and cupped her breasts. “I love these,” I murmured to her. “They’re so soft. Your skin is magic.”
    She tipped her head back, her hair stroking my face. Now it was my turn to shudder, but I didn’t move back. I’d pushed women away under different circumstances. Now I made haste to shed my clothes, and sheathe myself, ready to take her. I didn’t want fierce this time, I wanted tender and soft. Where sex was concerned, that was a new emotion to me. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I decided to go with the flow.
    “Lift your leg.” I’d done this before, but never with such gentleness. When she did as I told her, I supported it with one hand and guided my cock to her, testing her with a finger before I pushed in.
    God help me but it felt like I was coming home. I took her slowly this time, taking time to savor every sigh, every cry. I learned her, touching her breasts, then her stomach, feeling her diaphragm tighten when I caught the place inside that would bring her the most pleasure. I smoothed down to her clit, stroking her like a cat, making her purr with pleasure and heard the little hitch in her breath when I reached her clit and tweaked. I tried different movements, tweaking, pressing, tugging, until I had the best results and she was arching against me, bearing back with every thrust.
    “Your ass was made to fit here,” I said. Where had that come from? I was a fuck and go kind of man, give pleasure, take it and find the next in line. There was always a line. But they all faded away when I was with this woman. She melted me, no other word for it.
    When she cried my name my only ambition was to hear her do it again. I fucked her good and deep, then kept my strokes shallow, making her guess what I’d do next, never letting her settle into one rhythm. She rewarded me by going wild, slamming her rear against me in an effort to push me harder and deeper. “Tell me when I hit it right,” I said.
    She did, but not with words, rather with a shriek of pure delight. I went further, harder, then, with my free hand, I stroked her back, right down to her ass.
    There it was, my name again. “Troy!”
    “More,” I told her.
    “Yes, more!”
    Her demands drove me on to thrust harder, force another cry from her, while I pinched her clit, the little piece of skin hard and slippery between my fingers.
    She came apart, crying my name over and over and I held her through it, before my own release pulsed through me.
    I rested my forehead against her nape, letting the sensation flood over me and through me, bringing me to a climax I hadn’t known before.
    Together we found a new place.
    I waited until she fell asleep, sweetly