Billionaire's Contract (The Billionaire's Contract Series) by Angelina Jenoire Hamilton Read Free Book Online

City.’
    He nodded and looked out across the sea. In the distance, a huge ship traversed the waves. ‘So what happens next?’ he asked.
    She wasn’t sure if he meant the book or real life. ‘How do you mean?’
    ‘Well, we have the publisher and the author in a gradually-developing relationship based on a clause in Carrie’s writing contract. They’ve experimented with BDSM but things haven’t really progressed very far yet.’
    ‘Do you have any editorial suggestions?’ she asked.
    He hesitated for a moment then said, ‘How about a change of scenery?’
    She swallowed thickly. The sexual tension in the air between them was electric. ‘What do you suggest?’
    ‘The beach. A secluded area of the beach.’
    ‘With people around?’
    He nodded and moved closer to her. Before she knew what was happening, his mouth was on her and he kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss, feeling like she was melting into his strong arms as they held her firmly. He broke the kiss and she looked into his grey eyes. ‘Carrie is very insecure about herself,’ she said.
    ‘I know. Clay knows. But even though Carrie doesn’t realise it yet, he thinks she is beautiful.’
    ‘No one has ever thought that about her before. She doesn’t even think it of herself.’
    ‘There’s a lot she has to learn.’ He leaned in and kissed her again, his tongue pushing past her lips slightly. When he pulled back, she was breathless.
    ‘Come back to the cottage with me,’ he said.
    She nodded and gathered up her things. As they made their way back across the sand, Kirsty found herself hyper-aware of her surroundings. The families eating lunch on their blankets, the musky scent of Tyler Blake’s aftershave, the closeness of his body to hers. ‘Are we going to walk all the way to the cottage?’ she asked him.
    ‘No, we’re going to get a taxi. I can’t wait that long.’
    * * *
    He pushed her to the bed, his hands dragging at her t-shirt as he kissed her. Kirsty was a swirl of emotion and need. She felt his hands squeezing her breasts through her bra and her nipples grew hard in response to his touch. She moaned against his mouth and kissed him passionately.
    He reached to the bottom drawer of the bedside table and she heard a metallic clink as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. A thrill flowed through her as she realised his intention. He pulled her arms up above her head and cinched one metallic cuff around her wrist, passing the short chain through the bars on the bed’s headboard before closing the other cuff on her other wrist. She was helpless beneath him as he lifted her t-shirt and laid hot kisses on the swells of her breasts above her bra cups.
    Kirsty arched her back, needing more and getting it when he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it up to reveal her distended nipples before taking one into his mouth and flicking at it with his tongue. She moaned and writhed beneath him.
    His hands travelled down her belly and unfastened her jeans, pulling them down urgently. He moved his head down to the juncture of her plump thighs and looked at the swell of Kirsty’s mound within her tight white panties. She wriggled beneath his attention and moaned when he touched the cotton with his tongue. He touched the front of her panties with a finger and traced it down the depression that outlined her slit beneath. Kirsty cried out and arched her hips to press herself against him harder but he controlled the pressure so that his touch was light and teasing. He hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down, taking her jeans with them and tossing them to the floor. Exposed to his gaze, Kirsty squirmed as he looked at her womanhood. Did he still think she was beautiful now he could see her revealed like this? She blushed as she realised he could see the soft dimples of cellulite on her inner thighs.
    If her appearance put him off, he didn’t show it as he pulled off his t-shirt to reveal an