The Billionaire's Trust (His Submissive, Part Eleven) Read Online Free Page A

him.
    "Have a date yet for when you're
coming home?"
    "We're getting close," he answered.
"Two more days if I had to guess." There was a shuffle, and my body
warmed as I imagined him rearranging in the bed. Muscles rippling,
golden lines of his chest roping me in and making my temperature
rise despite the frosty air flowing from the vent a few feet
away.
    "You miss me?" I said, my voice
breathy. Hot.
    "More than I can say." His voice was
just as thick, burning with a need that made me tremble.
    Thick with sleep! The part of
me that knew how dangerously close I was to sliding the hand on my
thigh a little closer to the hem of my skirt, under it, was trying
desperately to hold onto the illusion that this conversation
wouldn't end up where we both knew it was headed. Even with all the
wedding drama, I could feel my body drawn to him like he was in the
room and not millions of miles away.
    And it's not like you've followed
that whole 'professionalism' rule , the inner desire whispered.
I didn't want to fight. I wanted to hear what he wanted to do to
me. How badly he needed me.
    "What are you wearing,
Leila?"
    I swallowed hard, every syllable of
the question rippling over me. I was gonna do this, but no way
would I not lock the door. With my luck the mail clerk would decide
to deliver the mail right when I was in the throes, moaning wildly;
too wild to explain away.
    "I'm just gonna lock--"
    "Don't you dare," he growled. I
froze like he was towering above me, blue eyes glaring me into
submission.
    Truth was I could slip over and lock
it and he wouldn't be the wiser, but I rooted myself in place,
letting out a, 'yes sir'.
    "I don't need to repeat myself, do I
Leila?"
    I frowned, my cheeks flaring. I
answered his question. "I--" Oh. The first question. I glanced down
quickly, suddenly forgetting. My brain was a fuzzy mess, everything
hazy except the steady throb between my thighs. I fingered a button
on my blouse. "I'm wearing a black button down blouse--"
    "The sheer one?"
    My mouth curved upward, pleased he
noticed enough to commit it to memory. "Yes."
    There was a pause and I swore I
heard him moving. Pulling up into a seated position because I had
his attention.
    "I know you look beautiful," he
said, his deep voice sure, like he was stating fact, like how 1+1
equals two or the earth revolved around the sun. "What
else?"
    "A charcoal gray skirt," I spread my
fingers down the front of it. "It stops at my knees when I stand
up."
    "And now?"
    I felt the heat spread, not leaving
a single inch of me untouched. "Right now it's mid
thigh."
    He let out a rumbling sound that
came from the back of his throat and shot to my groin, making me
clench. I knew my panties were going to be a sticky mess by the
time this was all said and done and I didn't even care.
    "And beneath?"
    I pushed my chair back a few inches,
spreading my thighs. "A black bra and a black thong."
    "If I were there--"
    "If you were here, I'd drop to my
knees and suck you until you exploded in my mouth." It came out as
a single word and I cradled the phone between my shoulder and ear,
squeezing my eyes shut. Jesus...it was like it had been a lifetime
since he touched me. It had only been two days, but even that
seemed too long. Too much to bear.
    "I'm sorry," I blurted, knowing that
I'd interrupted him. What devastatingly sexy thing would he leave
unsaid to discipline me?
    "Don't apologize," he said smoothly.
"You'd get no complaints from me. I'd love to feel your mouth on
me. Your hot little tongue sliding up and down the hardened
length."
    My heart jumped in my chest when I
closed my eyes as he let out a deep groan. Was he touching himself?
Imagining my lips around his thick shaft? I was dying to touch
myself, to sink my fingers inside.
    "Jacob," I whispered
hoarsely.
    "Not yet," he said, a hint of
amusement in his voice. So he was punishing me. Suddenly two
words were more harsh than any spanking he'd dealt. "I still have
to tell you what I'm going to do to you."
    I