Boxed Set: At the Billionaire’s Command – Vol. 1-3 by Lucy Jones Read Free Book Online

in my mouth… I’m swallowing it, sucking it slowly, now faster… greedily, again… "
    "That’s so good, Julia, so good…" he moaned, stroking his penis to the sound of my words.
    "I’m parting your lips with one hand and with the other I’m stroking your clitoris…"
    "Daniel… Again…"
    "I’m putting one finger into your dripping crack...now two…"
    "I can feel you there… Bury yourself in me...Deeper… I’m going to…"
    "Yes, Julia! Like that, carry on…"
    "Oh Daniel…"
    "Oh Julia…"

5. For me only
    Wednesday was my day off, so Tom and I decided to meet at the hotel bar for lunch. He was already there by the time I arrived. He handed me a wicker basket and asked me if I'd like to go for a little picnic in Central Park, which sounded like a fantastic idea. I listened to Tom talk while sitting in the shade, under a tree. I could've listened to him for hours. Not only because he was a gifted storyteller, but also because I didn't really feel like talking. We had a lovely afternoon together.
    On the way back, we decided to stop by an art gallery that had just opened a few steps away from the hotel. As we were standing outside, I thought I recognised one of Daniel's employees through the window. I chased the idea away, I couldn't believe it, my mind must've been playing tricks on me: there's no way he would have followed me.
    When we got back to the hotel, Tom got a call. One of his friends was throwing a party, so he decided to go and make an appearance and asked me if I'd like to come along. In the end I decided I'd rather go home and spend a quiet evening prolonging the calm and tranquil feeling the day had left me with, before getting an early night.
    When I got back to my room, I went straight to bed. My arms crossed behind my head, my eyes glued to the ceiling, I lazily daydreamed and fell asleep peacefully. But in the middle of the night, I woke up, agitated. I was lying naked on my stomach, my head buried in the pillow. My body felt heavy and immobile, my mind clouded. I half-consciously felt the sheet lift as Daniel slid in next to me, his skin against mine, his kisses, his languorous caresses, the weight of his body against my thighs, the words “take me”, his sex vigorously thrusting in me, the cries that were escaping from my mouth, “harder, harder”. Suddenly, I woke up in a feverish somersault. I'd been having an erotic dream. The feeling of incredible excitement in a sleeping body, of reaching orgasm simply through a dream, was both strange and divine.
    The next morning I woke up early and got to my desk before I had to start my shift. My stomach was in knots. My mind was troubled. Daniel should be coming back today. When he finally arrived, my wide grin disappeared upon seeing his stormy expression. He was walking briskly. Planted in front of the counter, he pretended to ignore me and talked to Tom.
    “Tom, is that your name?” he asked aggressively.
    “Mr. Wietermann,” Tom responded, timidly.
    “My key, please.”
    He brusquely took the key and turned around. I was burning. I couldn't say anything in front of Tom. Daniel stopped and came back. This time, he gave me an accusing and rancorous look.
    “I want to talk to you.”
    “I'm listening,” I said, trying to keep my composure.
    “Not here.”
    I led him into a service room and closed the door.
    “Shit, what's come over you?”
    “I wanted to ask you the same thing, Julia. What did you do all day yesterday with Tom?”
Was Daniel Wietermann jealous? Jealous of Tom? Him?
    “So that was your employee who I saw. For the love of god, you had someone watching me!” I said, outraged.
    “Ray had to make sure that nothing happened to you while I was gone, especially after the little trick you played on me last Tuesday.”
    “But who do you think you are?”
A predator or a protector? Was Daniel trying to hold on to me?
    “You still haven't answered my question. Is this Tom your boyfriend? Since when?”
Did Daniel consider