BILLIONAIRE (Part 5) by Juliette Jones Read Free Book Online Page A

Alexander had gone easy on me.
    The girls tittered at my obvious inexpertise.  “Would you like to try it again?” Monique said.  “This model is worth trying, trust me.”
    “Sure,” I said, feeling the blaze of heat on my cheeks.
    Mia smoothed the back of her cool hand along my cheekbone.  “You are very beautiful, cheri .  Your hair is so golden.”  Her hand glided down my neck, to the upper curve of my breast, then back to my shoulder, which she kneaded gently.
    “You should let Mia give you a massage, Lila,” Monique said.  “She is very good at it.”
    “Monique’s good at it too,” Mia said, smiling coyly.
    “I’ve never had a massage before.”  That wasn’t precisely true.  Alexander was somewhat creative with his hands.  “Not a professional one, at least.”
    “Oh, you must let me,” Mia said.  “Tonight.”
    “Tonight?”  These girls were offering more than a massage.  With the lingering warmth of Alexander’s public possession still moistening my deepest depths, and my nipples now beading from Mia’s gentle touch, the suggestion intrigued me.  I was curious.  More than a little tipsy from the diet of champagne I’d been living on, newly administered, I was as horny as I had ever been.  Not only that but I was reborn, after all, in so many ways it was difficult to negotiate all that new emotional terrain.  I felt loose, reckless and up for some experimentation.  Slightly surprised at myself, I found I wanted to feel the soft glide of these girls’ fingers, as Alexander watched.  “Yes,” I said.  “Tonight.”
     

Alexander
     
    The girls were playful.  A little bit drunk.  Lila had invited them back to our hotel for a drink after Etienne had left, which I had no problem with.  She seemed to be enjoying their company and at this point, I was powerless to deny her anything she asked of me.  The one named Mia had offered to give her a massage, she said, and she was excited.  I had a feeling there was more at play here than that, which was intriguing, to say the fucking least.  All I could think about was finishing what we’d started in the restaurant, and if Lila wanted these girls to join in, then I was hardly averse to the idea.
    They circled Lila, feathering their small, soft hands over the low-cut fitted silk of her dress.
    I took a seat and watched.
    “I am going to massage you, Lila.  But first, can I kiss you?” Mia cooed.  “I’ve been wanting to kiss your lips.  They’re so perfect, like pink rose petals.  And your teeth are so white.  Can I kiss her, Alexander?”
    “That’s up to Lila,” I said, as my cock roared to full attention.  “Whatever Lila wants, Lila gets.”
    “I’ve never kissed a girl before,” Lila said, looking at me.  But she was curious, I could tell.
    “Try it,” I said.  “See if you like it.”
    “It’s fun kissing girls,” Mia urged softly, touching her fingertips to Lila’s lips, parting them.  “I kiss Monique all the time.  It’s nice.  Different to kissing a man.  So soft and delicate.  Let me show you.”
    Monique was fingering the neckline of Lila’s dress.  She was easing the fabric off Lila’s smooth shoulders.  “I want to see your breasts, Lila,” she teased, all sultry and hot.  “They’re so full and so rounded.  Can I see?”
    “I –”  Lila paused, as though this wasn’t exactly what she was expecting.  “All right,” she finally said softly.
    Mia touched her lips to Lila’s at the same time Monique eased the fabric of the dress over the swell of Lila’s breasts.
    Christ.
    Lila’s nipples were unbelievably rosy and gorgeous, tightening visibly as they were exposed to the air and to the adoration.  Monique let Lila’s dress fall to the floor.  Lila stood naked in her high-heeled sandals.  She knew she was beautiful.  She could feel her own sensuality.  I could tell this from the way she stood, with her languid, long-limbed stance, all coquettish and falsely