All That He Desires (The Billionaire's Seduction Part 2) by Olivia Thorne Read Free Book Online Page B

he looked so tense before he told me?
    I hemmed and hawed. “Technically, I’m… I’m just asking you to clarify your last answer, that’s all.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Then… yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, you’re the first woman I’ve slept with in six months,” he snapped, getting slightly annoyed.
    “You’re telling me the truth?”
    “Yes!”
    Maybe he thought he was betraying some sort of weakness, that he was admitting he wasn’t the Mythological Stud he wanted others to see him as.
    I felt nothing but relief… until another, less appealing possibility came to mind.
    “You didn’t turn gay the last six months, did you?” I asked, suddenly afraid.
    He tipped back his head and roared with laughter.
    Then he brought his eyes back down to look at me.
    “That’s four questions!” he complained. “I am NOT answering any more questions if you win the next hand!”
    “Just answer it!”
    “NO, I’m not gay! Why would you ask that? Do I seem gay to you?”
    “No… but technically you said you hadn’t slept with any other women the last six months… but you could have slept with guys and still be telling the truth…”
    He shook his head like an annoyed schoolmaster. “I haven’t slept with anyone else but you for the last six months, and I have never slept with any men. There – is that clear enough for you? Do you feel better now?”
    Actually, I did.
    In fact, I was pretty freaking happy.
    I guess it was silly – it didn’t change his final number – but I didn’t care. I didn’t feel like a fool anymore.
    There was the possibility that this still meant something to him.
    That it had been special, and not just some tawdry conquest he would forget tomorrow morning.
    “Yes,” I said, trying to suppress a smile.
    He looked at me from underneath his scowling eyebrows, then shook his head again. “You owe me two questions.”
    “One. I owe you one.”
    “Whatever. Doesn’t matter, you’re not going to win again,” he said as he began to shuffle the cards.
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    The next hand I had a pair of sixes. I thought about staying in… but couldn’t bear to lose both my bra and panties. Not at once.
    So I folded.
    I tried to stay cool and calm, but I was dreading what was going to come next.
    And, strangely enough, I was incredibly turned on by it, too.
    I’d never experienced such a weird mix of emotions.
    Terribly insecure, but badly wanting him to make me undress.
    Afraid of what he would think of me if it was ‘all just hangin’ out’… and desperately wanting him to see me and want me more.
    I guess I should have taken encouragement from the way his mouth was open when I took off the skirt, but I have a short memory when it comes to self-confidence. Plus, there’s a big difference between half-naked and totally naked. My bra kept things nicely in place. I wasn’t sure how he would like the total package once I was on display for five minutes.
    I began to wonder if I could play with one arm wrapped around my boobs. After all, he never mentioned anything about not being able to cover up…
    But, once again, he threw me for a loop.
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    “Crawl to me,” he ordered, his voice sexy as hell and tinged with smoke.
    My eyes grew wide. “What?”
    “Get on the floor and crawl towards me.”
    “Uhhh… I don’t… do a lot of crawling…”
    “Quit making excuses and get on the floor.”
    My heart beating wildly, I slipped out of my chair and slowly got down on my knees. At least the carpet was super plush; it was more like kneeling on a bed than on a floor.
    I felt like a fool. I felt stupid. I felt like I didn’t know a damn thing.
    “On all fours,” he growled.
    I lowered down like he said – and, immediately self-conscious, sucked in my gut. I did not feel sexy.
    I just knelt there for a second, biting my lower lip, wondering how I should do this…
    “Don’t do that,” he whispered hoarsely.
    “What?” I asked, absolutely confused. Was I doing it wrong