Akira Tong for Christmas by Azure Boone Read Free Book Online

naked body would feel like next to mine. A tremor rolled through me, and my jaw began to rattle uncontrollably.
    He drew one of my hands out and warmed my tingling fingers with his hot breath. Might as well have been my clit he was blowing on for all the throbbing it was doing. I stared at his lips, mesmerized, imagining what they’d feel like other places. On my lips. My neck. I swallowed as I envisioned them open around my nipple. His tongue…
    My breath caught when he switched my hands and warmed the other one in like manner, making the desire between my legs difficult to sit still with. I studied his smooth face and ended caught in his stormy gaze. It was so brief, that moment, that spark, but it lit me on fire seeing it in his eyes—desire. Fleeting, momentary desire.
    But desire nonetheless.
    He gave me back my hands and gloves.
    “What about you?” I took his gloves off and held his iced fingers to my mouth, breathing warm breath on them. I peeked up at him and found his gaze fixed on my mouth. He seemed to be in pain.
    Did I disgust him?
    “I would put it in my coat, but I don’t think that would be very appropriate.” I angled a smile at him, but his expression didn’t waver. Still tumultuous. Shit. “Okay.” I released him. “No more for you unless you’re paying.” I gave him his gloves.
    “You charge for your services?”
    I narrowed my gaze at him, not liking that he seemed to take my joke so seriously. Why did he have to ruin a perfectly good mood? “No, Mr. Tong, I don’t. I’m a virgin, remember?”
    “Ah yes, I forgot. A very willing virgin.”
    He wasn’t smiling; he still looked tormented and suffering. What did that mean? I went by his most persistent track record and put my wager on asshole.
    “That was a onetime deal. You can be sure it will never happen again.”
    “Hard to imagine you’re a virgin,” he said.
    I jerked toward him. “And why is that?”
    He shrugged. “You don’t act like one.”
    Heat burned in my cheeks. “That’s not what you said when we first met.” I raised my brows.
    “That was before you came on to me.”
    Damn, he was so bold. I shrugged, stumped for an answer. “Whatever.”
    “Whatever?”
    I glared at him. “I’m saying it’s the first time I’ve ever done that. And I don’t care if you believe me.
    I’m not here to impress you. And I don’t know why I’m even interested; you’re the rudest man ever.”
    “Interested?”
    “Yes, past tense.”
    “But you said I am interested,” he pointed out.
    I smirked. “I was . Is that better, Mr. English Professor?”
    “I don’t really care either way.”
    “Oh, that’s perfect, ’cause neither do I.”
    He was quiet for a few seconds. “You must be getting hungry. Are you ready to go back?” I sat there staring at him, confused. Asshole, sweetheart, asshole, sweetheart. What an infuriating, wonderful man. But was he interested in me? That was the begging question. Sad as it was true, I was still willing to try to win him. Who was I kidding? I would grovel for his interest. And that was not a good sign for me.

    * * * *
    We finally made it to that meeting with his “acquaintance.” Now all I had to do was survive my worst nightmare come true—an honest-to-God meeting in a hot tub, straight out of a bad mafia drama. Me, Mr. Tong, and an older American guy—maybe midforties, coulda passed for thirty—and two hot babes, hanging out of their bikinis, flanking the guy’s shoulders and giggling in his ears.
    We each had a wall of the giant square tub, with the one empty wall fortunately separating me from the threesome. Mr. Tong, I could hardly believe, was actually relaxing with his head back and his eyes closed. Unbelievable, this man’s composure. Unbelievable, his muscular neck. And chest. The black hair under his arms made my stomach erupt in those naughty butterflies. I’d gone full tramp, even dying to see the man’s groin hair.
    It would be black. And soft, no doubt.
    I