Romance: The Billionaire Alpha Collection by Penny Ward Read Free Book Online

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    Bryce returns strolling in, looking glamorous.
    He’s changed his clothes from the blue jeans and white shirt to a black tuxedo, complete with white dress shirt and white bow tie. I hate bow ties, but he even manages to make them sexy.
    I so want to ask him for a Martini. “Aha, you’re back. What this time? Pudding?”
    Bryce smiles wickedly. “You could say that.”
    He removes his jacket, folds it, and places it with care over the back of the chair.
    The white shirt is tight across his biceps and chest, and an intimate throb means I need to pull my knees together, which is impossible.
    “Time for something a little more...intimate.” His eyebrow rises as he leans over me, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m going to touch you now, Amelia.”
    My mouth refuses to work.
    I mean, I expected he hired me for sex; that was the understanding.
    Over the past few hours however, I’ve convinced myself that this guy wanted to wait on a naked plain-looking woman in private.
    I remain silent, staring back at my employer, and the moment he first lays his hands on my breasts, I inhale and hold on to the breath.
    His touch sends sensations pulsing through my whole body.
    I knew this was coming but…
    Oh…
    Bryce slowly moves his smooth palms around my breast and up over my shoulders and arms, all the time watching my expression change. “Do you enjoy having my hands on you?”
    My mouth won’t work at first but when I find my voice, I don’t tell him the truth. “I...I’m just relieved to see no whips or nipple clamps anywhere.”
    His eyes widen. “I can get some if you like. I have numerous toys, just not in here.”
    His hands keep moving, circling my stomach.
    Oh no.
    “No. No harm should come to me, remember?” I can’t decide if toys sound hellish or horny as hell when I imagine them in Bryce’s hands.
    He steals eye contact away and his hands glide down my body, over my upper thighs, then lower, to my feet.
    At the end of the bed, hands on my ankles, he stares at my weeping sex.
    The stoic face is stoic no more.
    He flushes, his breathing deepens, and his eyes darken.
    I want to close my legs but I can’t. I just lie letting him stare at my female form.
    He crawls onto the bed, eyes rising up to my face, and growls, “All mine.”
    I can’t help but tug at the silk sheaths, wanting to join in, to participate, as I normally would in bed with a man.
    This isn’t normal.
    This man is not a boyfriend; I remind myself he’s paying me to relinquish all control.
    Images in my mind make my sex seep its juices, but leave residual guilt in the mix.
    How much relinquishing control excites me, arouses me, in this new way is difficult to for me to grasp.
    There’s a freedom to it, a mysterious strength.
    And the more I relinquish control and admit that I have no choices, that I’m not culpable, the more my guilt fades away.
    Of course, a part of me still wants to wrap my legs around his neck and pull his face down between my legs.
    He creeps up past my sex, straddling his knees on either side of my waist, and lowers his perfect face and his licked lips down to my nipples.
    His breath on them makes my back arch, pushing them closer to his mouth—a purely instinctual reaction.
    When his full lips envelope one bud with moist warmth, I can’t help but groan with pleasure.
    His hand reaches behind himself and without hesitation, strokes my sex as one might stroke the fur on a pet.
    Then…
    Oh…
    He sinks his finger inside me and a moment later, he sits up and sucks my juices from it.
    He’s so sexy, and he was right.
    If I were untied, I’d be such a bad girl right now.
    With deep. husky tones he tells me, “I knew you’d taste sweet, Amelia. When I first saw you, part of you asked me to remove the heavy burden of responsibility, so you could enjoy submission in spite of yourself.”
    “What part of me spoke to you, Bryce? I don’t recall the conversation.”
    Does it take a pervert to know one?
    He climbs