[Invitation to Eden 24.0] How to Tempt a Tycoon by Daire StDenis Read Free Book Online Page A

you’re ready.”
    Unfortunately I’m pretty sure I know what my eyes are saying right about now.
    Ready, ready, ready!
    “Only then do I begin to remove your clothes. Reveling in every inch of skin revealed. Touching, tasting, breathing in your scent.” He bends closer and breathes me in like I’m the Macallan. Then he lifts his gaze. “Observing your reaction.” His hands move from mine up my wrists to the sensitive inner elbow. “Finding each erogenous zone. Grazing it lightly. Savoring.”
    Dammit! He found that one so quickly.
    “I will not be frantic with you. I will not tear off your clothes. I will relish you. Appreciate the flavor of your shoulders...” He touches me there, softly. “...of your neck and jaw.” His fingers graze as he speaks. “I will take my time exploring your collarbones and chest...your breasts.” His hands pause before drawing a line down the front of my dress between my breasts.
    “I will taste your nipples, delighting in their texture and scent, worshipping each because they are so lovely, so perfect, so much an important part of you.”
    Right this second, my nipples are letting me know they are very keen to experience this scenario with Christophe. Very keen.
    “My desire is not just to experience your flesh, but to touch your heart and to connect with you on a deeper, more meaningful level.”
    Umm, this part sounds unnecessary and I sense my forehead crinkling as I wait for him to move on to the good bits.
    “Only then do I explore your belly, your hips.”
    Oh yes. Here we go.
    “Slowly, slowly I part your thighs. You give me permission to devour you with my gaze, and I am honored for this privilege. I spread your legs wide, opening you with my thumbs and glimpsing the glistening entrance to your body.
    “Your arousal is my cue to come closer, to take in your scent. To taste you, to breathe in your unique perfume. I touch the satiny texture of your pussy with my tongue, and it is smooth and slick, like warm silk. My fingers glide inside of you, your most sacred and intimate space. You are wet for me. Eager for me. Made for me.”
    Moisture pools in my mouth and I have to remind myself to swallow.
    “The simple act of exploring you results in arousal. My cock grows hard...for you. Longing to join with you. Ready to awaken a new and profound passion within you. Eager to journey into love, together.”
    It takes me a while to realize that Christophe has stopped speaking in that deep, hypnotic tone of his. Who needs opium when I’ve got Christophe drugging me with sex tales?
    I open my eyes. “Is that it?” I whisper.
    “Non.” His smile isn’t quite as smug as you’d think it’d be considering how quickly I am on the verge of giving in to his seduction. “That is barely the beginning. You see, there is no end goal in Trantra. No ten second orgasm that’s over before it begins. I will take you to a place where time stands still and ecstasy is embodied. This is something that must be experienced. It cannot be described.”
    “Well.” I reach for my glass and take a drink, falling back on my old habit of gulping. I cringe from the burning shock of the alcohol, but it has the desired effect of snapping me out of Christophe’s influence. “What you described sounds nice, but it’s not going to happen. I’m totally happy with my sex life exactly the way it is.” I take another drink. Again too much at once. I cough. When things are under control, I say, “I’m all good.”
    “If you say so.”
    I hear doubt. Doubt makes me want to prove myself. But not here. Not now. Not with him.
    “Besides,” I wave my hand dismissively, “I understand Tantric sex takes a long time. Like six hours or something.”
    “It can. When you reach Nirvana, you don’t want to leave.”
    I nod because suddenly six hours of sex...with Christophe, well, that doesn’t actually sound too bad. “Of course, if you were Sting, I might change my mind.”
    His smile turns to a grin and