Borrowed Billionaire #5 Set it on Fire by Mimi Strong Read Free Book Online Page A

brought the glasses over to the piano. “Good thing I booked the afternoon off work,” I said.
    He peered at me through raised eyebrows. “Had you been planning to seduce me?”
    “Not consciously.”
    He stopped playing long enough to clink his glass to mine and we both took a sip. The champagne was delicious, the bubbles going straight to my head and heightening my excitement.
    “You play beautifully.” I leaned my elbows on the piano and stared at him in awe.
    “Music helps me focus. When I was studying in college, I could always study better after I played music.”
    “I used to go for long walks.”
    He smiled. “That's good too.”
    He began to play a new song, a different one, and he started to sing.
    If my knees hadn't been weak before, they certainly were after Luthor began to sing. His singing voice was even lower, deeper than his speaking voice, and so rich. At first, I thought I was so overwhelmed I'd stopped understanding words, but he was singing in French.
    After a few lines, he'd speak softly after singing a line, translating into English. The song was about a person being reminded of someone in the Fall, when the leaves fell from the trees. It was so beautiful and sad at the same time.
    When he finished, he stood and wiped a tear from my cheek—a tear I hadn't realized was there.
    He said, “Too dreary, I know. I can play something by Elton John maybe?”
    I set down my champagne glass and wrapped my arms around him. “I'm torn. You have an incredible singing voice, but I can't kiss you when you're singing.”
    “Mmm,” he said, pressing his lips to mine.
    The vibrations of the piano and him singing were still in the room, wrapping around us.
    His tongue parted my lips and met mine. His arms went around my waist and we swayed to the memory of the music, our hips moving together. We'd danced like this at the resort, and I was amazed that although we were so new together, we already had so many wonderful memories. And there was still so much more to come.
    He picked me up and carried me all the way over to the bed, where we both stood, and he slowly undressed me as I undressed him.
    With both of us naked, he rolled down the coverlet of the bed and climbed in, then patted the sheet next to him. It was still mid-day, and the room was brightly lit, the curtains wide open. We'd had plenty of sex before, including at the hotel, but this time it was different. We were being honest.
    “I'll want you to meet my mother,” I said.
    He pulled the sheet up to cover his erection. “I'd love to. But can we not talk about your mother when we're … you know .”
    I put one knee up on the bed. “Okay. And I want to meet your family, too.”
    “They're dying to meet you, too.”
    I pulled my knee off the bed. “I thought we agreed, no more games.”
    He rolled toward me and reached for my hand. “I'm not playing. I told them about you, after the stingray. I was so scared, and after you fell asleep, I called my parents and we had a big talk.”
    “Luthor, I need to tell you something else. There was another man I was dating.”
    He caught my hand and squeezed it. “Is it in the past?”
    “The very recent past.”
    He pulled me toward him. “Good enough.”
    I climbed into the bed and lay alongside him, the length of our naked bodies touching. “I'm all yours now,” I said.
    He kissed my hand. “If you'll have me, I am all yours, too.”
    A smile spread across my face and a matching one on his. He pulled me in tight to him and kissed me, softly and then fiercely. I lay back, and he moved around me, kissing every inch of me, from the top of my head, to the spot on my leg where the stingray had cut me. He pulled my legs apart and returned to one spot with great interest.
    I closed my eyes, feeling only his touch as he pushed his hands against my inner thighs, moving up, and then kissed my mound. He kissed me there, and his tongue came out, parting those intimate lips. As I shuddered from pleasure, he