Bound To Him: Three Dates with a Billionaire by Emma Lyn Wild Read Free Book Online Page A

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    He bent and dragged the bow on his shoes undone, and toed out of them, revealing the shiny black was lined with tan leather, a gold embossed name emblazoned within. Then he tugged off his black socks, and left them where they fell, on the white carpet. As I’d undressed I’d put my clothes on a chair, eager to minimize the creasing. I’d have to do the walk of shame in the morning. I didn’t want to do it in crumpled clothes. He wriggled his toes. He even had beautiful feet.
    Smiling, he straightened. “You’re so brave. I appreciate that.”
    So did I, but I didn’t say so.
    He prowled around the bed, examining me from all angles. “You’re lovely, Cassie. Why do you hide your body away?”
    I laughed, although it was a strangulated sound, and nodded to the chair. “Does that look like I hide?”
    “You said you borrowed that outfit.” His gaze went to my groin again. I gasped as I got even wetter. “That means you don’t have anything similar of your own. You should celebrate that body, not conceal it. Your skin is smooth and lovely. Your breasts are full. I’ll taste them in a little while.” He undid the buttons at his cuffs. “Maybe.”
    “You’re killing me here.”
    “Good.” His smile had an edge of sadism, I thought. He turned up his cuffs, revealing hair-sprinkled, sinewy arms, and started on the buttons at the front of his shirt. Far too slowly. He unfastened the first one and slid his fingers down to locate the second. I wanted to touch him there, to feel that bronzed skin for myself. My hand jerked up, as if to do just that, but the cuff slammed against my wrist and I had to stop.
    He chuckled, a kind of masculine rumble. “Don’t fight it. Relax and let me handle this.” He paused, his shirt half way undone. “Handle you. That’s something I’m looking forward to very much.”
    Being perused like this was driving me nuts. “Touch me,” I begged.
    He leaned over, and traced the outline of my navel with the tip of one finger. I groaned when he moved away, but he took no notice, or pretended to. He undid the buttons with aching slowness, but finally, his shirt was undone. He tugged it out of his black pants so it flapped around him, showcasing his breathtaking abs. “Do they make you up for the movies? I mean shade your muscles?”
    “Do they have to?” he asked, then before I could answer, laughed. “Yes, they do for the superhero series. Not for the others.”
    He’d mentioned the movie he’d died in. “I guess if I asked you about the next movie in the franchise, you couldn’t tell me.”
    “I’m bound by contract not to.” He pulled off the shirt and let it lie where it fell. I was past caring. My neatness was from necessity, since I was sharing an apartment the size of a shoebox with another woman. Here, I could dump every stitch I owned on the floor and it wouldn’t make any difference. If it meant he’d undress faster, than I was all for it.
    Leaning forward, he pressed against the mattress. My body rolled toward him, halted by the cuffs. The chains jingled. If he just stretched a little more...
    He smelled wonderful. Not just that unique cologne that had alerted me to his presence earlier, but male musk. Hard to describe, he just smelled like a man. My mouth watered and I swallowed. “Want me, Cassie?” he asked.
    “Yes. Oh yes, I do.”
    “We’ll see. If you’re good.”
    I choked when he straightened without touching me. “Is that what you’re into? Torturing poor defenseless women?”
    “Maybe.” At last he unfastened the buckle of the thin belt on his pants. Swift movements that showed off the muscles in his lower arms, and then his shoulders as he pulled the belt undone. He went to the button at the top, and slid his finger inside. “You want this?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re sure?”
    I almost spat, “Yes!”
    A low laugh echoed around the room and it wasn’t mine. He undid the zipper on his pants and slid them down, stepping out of them