One Night With My Billionaire Master by Cynthia Sax Read Free Book Online

carvings on the red cherry wood posts. A stunningly beautiful painting hangs on one of the sage green walls, the subject, a pair of pale feminine hands bound in red ribbon.
    Bound. Oh shit. I’m in my billionaire’s dungeon.
    I try to sit up and am unable to move, a muscular right arm pinning me to the ivory sheets. “It’s morning.” I struggle to free myself, my voice loud in the otherwise silent room. “People will see me return to my apartment, Logan. They’ll know.” My father will have proof. He’ll disown me.
    “No one will know.” Logan turns me easily in his arms, handling me carefully as though I’m delicate, precious. “I’ve considered this possibility. Trust me to protect you.”
    The billionaire’s black hair is tousled. The shadow of stubble on his cheeks and chin accentuate the gold flecks in his brown eyes. His muscles are defined, his skin tanned. My mouth dries, this private image of him stirring my passion. “I trust you but--”
    He places his right index finger over my lips, stopping my words. “There are no buts with trust.” He strokes my flesh, exploring every dip and curve.
    “Benoit will be frantic,” I murmur against his fingers. “We have to deal with the vendors from last night, sort out the issues, settle their accounts.” Logan will safeguard me from my malicious half-siblings. My job, however, is my responsibility.
    “We’ll both be in our respective offices by noon.” My workaholic billionaire knows all about responsibilities. “Your friend is always frantic.”
    I smile. “He is.” Benoit revels in drama. I skim my fingers along Logan’s collarbones, over his pecs, circle his flat male nipples. “He suspected what our plans were for last night.”
    “But you didn’t confirm his suspicions.” My billionaire lays still, allowing me to explore his body, his eyes partially closed.
    “I didn’t.” I prop myself up. “No one knows.” My eyes widen. “A dragon?” I trace the black-and-gray tattoo curving around his left side, the design unexpected, the detail of the tiny scales, the webbing on the wings, exquisite.
    “Bulls make money when the market goes up,” my sexy financier murmurs. “Bears make money when the market does down. Dragons find treasure in every market.”
    This is how he became wealthy, by seizing every opportunity. “Dragons guard their treasures.” I splay my fingers over the ink, my hand inches away from his hard cock. “They’re possessive, territorial.”
    “Dragons would never allow their treasure to escape them.” He stands, slides his hands under my ass and shoulders, and lifts me into his arms. “They take care of their valuable possessions, polishing and cherishing them.” He walks with me through the huge bedroom, his bare feet padding on the hardwood.
    “Their treasures are treated so well, they don’t want to escape.” I link my fingers at his nape, holding onto him. We enter an equally large bathroom.
    A brand new toothbrush, hairbrush, and other female necessities are set on the marble counter beside one of the sinks. There’s even a collection of makeup, the same brands I normally use.
    Why would he do this for me? All I promised him was one night. I gaze pointedly at the assortment and then at Logan, needing an explanation for his actions.
    “My home will always be yours,” he says, as though this explains everything, as though living together is a certainty.
    Is it? I gaze up at his angular face. Could I give up everything—my family, my job, all I’ve ever known—for this man? Logan carries me into the open shower stall and taps a button. A small part of me says this decision is already made, was made the moment he touched me. I—
    Warm water sprays down on us, the shock tearing me from my turbulent thoughts. I shriek, surprised, and press closer to my man.
    “Sorry, pet.” Logan lowers me, sliding my body along his, the skin on skin contact exciting me. “I should have warned you.” He surprises