Bedding The Billionaire by Kendra Little Read Free Book Online

asked her what
sort of art she liked, hoping to catch her out, she quickly rattled off some of
her favorites.
    "Actually, any of the French Impressionists. Which
is why I want to visit Paris." She smiled. "The Musée d'Orsay has a
fabulous collection, so I hear."
    He smiled back, genuinely pleased with her answer. "You
know, I didn't think masseurs were the type of people to go to art
galleries."
    He thought he saw her flinch but it was covered
quickly by a defiant toss of her head. "You shouldn't judge a book by its
cover."
    Nick's gut tightened. She was right, he wasn't being fair.
But he was damned if he was going to apologize. Nick Delaware was not the sort
of man to apologize to a hooker for thinking she was out of place in an art
gallery. And he'd best remember that before he got carried away by this woman's
charm.
    Their meals arrived, saving him from making any
further comments, or apologies. They ate in silence, broken only by occasional
chatter. Once their plates were collected, Abbey checked her watch.
    "Time to go?" As soon as he said it, Nick
cringed. He didn't want to appear too eager to get back to the hotel. On the
other hand, he didn't want to appear too casual either, in case she decided he
wasn't interested enough. Damn it, this woman was tying his brain into knots — he
needed to regain his control, and fast.
    "Nearly," she said with a cheeky smile.
    Their coffees arrived and he stirred in a spoonful of
sugar. He was replacing the spoon on the saucer when he felt something at his
crotch. He jumped, bumping the table, splashing coffee into the saucer.
    He glanced up at Abbey to see if she'd noticed, and
was met with a wicked smile. Again something touched him, and this time he
didn't jump. He knew what it was — Abbey's bare toes.
    Thank God for long tablecloths.
    The toes moved around his bulge, feeling, prodding,
stroking. She was extremely dexterous, because her toes caught his zip and
slowly began pulling it down.
    He gasped and a hot rush of blood flooded his face. He
swallowed and looked at Abbey. She was no longer smiling but concentrating on
her task. She stared straight back at him, boldly, and that only made him more
excited.
    The toes ducked into his open trousers and rubbed his
erection, only the thin fabric of his shorts between his flesh and hers. The
pain and pleasure was excruciating. He wanted to take himself out of the shorts
and let her have free reign but common sense told him not to be ridiculous. What
if someone came over? He shouldn't have let it get this far. He shouldn't be
doing this. He shouldn't...oh, what the Hell, it felt too good to stop now.
    Nick closed his eyes and let the sensations course
through his body. He heard someone moan — himself? — and
bent his head forward.
    She felt good. Damn good. Her toes stroked, an endless
circular motion that quickened his pulse. He sat forward on his seat, bringing
himself closer to her foot.
    She had managed to get his trousers even wider apart
and she was massaging him, up and down the hard length caught inside his
shorts. It pleaded with him to be released from its tight prison. As it grew
and expanded, he had no choice — he reached under the tablecloth,
not totally aware of what he was doing, and fumbled the button on his shorts.
    His erection sprung out, and he heard Abbey gasp. He
looked up at her and the lust in her eyes told him she was enjoying this as
much as he was. Both her hands were below the table and he wondered whether she
was touching herself.
    The thought that she might be made him harder, hotter.
    Her toes caressed him, lightly at first then, as if
detecting his need, she rubbed her foot against the base before caressing the
shaft all the way to the tip. The movement made him pant.
    "Abbey!"
    The angry voice above him sent a jolt through Nick. The
foot suddenly stopped rubbing and he heard a quick intake of breath from Abbey.
He looked up, trying to control his breathing, and stared straight into the
eyes of a