Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother) by Lexi Duval Read Free Book Online

suspect he wanted to
come in this position.
    With the new angle of his dick bringing me to orgasm
again, he pumps so hard, slapping his groin against my ass, that I
scream with delight and feel my body return to the lofty position of
an amazing climax.
    And just I'm overtaken my the whims of my body again, I
feel him pull out of me and shoot his warm goo all over my lower
back, hitting my soft, sweaty skin with several powerful bursts as
his balls are emptied out.
    And lying there, with my shirt still on, riding up my
back, and my tits hanging out of my bra, I feel like I must have been
premature last time in thinking Brett would be the best fuck of my
life.
    Because this guy was even better.

    Chapter Three

    My mind still slightly in a whirl, I twist on the bed,
feel the warm come dribble down my back, and stand up. Naked from the
waist down, I pull the cups of my bra back over my breasts and feel
my shirt fall down over my lower back, soaking up the man's
discharge.
    And then something completely unexpected happens.
    As I'm pulling my panties back up and looking at my torn
skirt on the floor, wondering whether it's still wearable, I see, out
of the corner of my eye, the guy slowly removing his mask.
    The movement draws my attention, and I turn to see a
gorgeous face revealed. Eyes shine in the dim, romantic light with a
mixture of green and blue. Dark brown hair, shortly cut at the sides
and longer on top, frames his head. His cheekbones look so sharp they
could cut glass, his jaw so strong and stoney it could withstand a
barrage from Tyson.
    He smiles, his eyes looking alert and alive, but with a
hint of carnal exhaustion, and speaks, his voice low, sexy, and with
a slightly gruff edge to it.
    “ Wow, you're just as good as I'd hoped.”
    And as I'm wondering what he means, something else
happens, even more unexpected.
    The room changes.
    The walls lose their reflection, the glass turning
suddenly clear and see through like a regular window pane. I look out
to see large, comfortable leather chairs set up, facing the room.
Blood red booths run along the walls beyond, and I see two bars, one
on either side of the room, both with marble counter tops and stocked
with various spirits behind.
    The lighting is moody, as in the show room I'm in now,
and has the feel of a jazz club. Only the stage in the middle isn't
fitted with musical instruments and a band, but only a bed and two
half naked people.
    But the most striking feature isn't the layout of the
bar, but its contents. Or, lack thereof.
    Because outside of the show room there are no people. No
one at all. Not a single person watching. Not a single waiter serving
drinks. The only people here are me and the man who's just taken off
his mask.
    With a confusion settling inside me, I turn to the guy
and see that he's not sharing the same expression. He looks at me
with a smile on his face and the sort of slant of his eyes that
suggests he knows exactly what's going on.
    “ You look confused, Ashley,” he says, the mention of
my name making me feel even stranger as I don't know his.
    “ Um...I am. Do you know what's happening? Why is no
one watching?”
    “ Because this wasn't a public show. This was private.
It was only for me.”
    And now I'm even more confused.
    “ What do you mean? Randall said it was a show.”
    “ And he was right. But a show without an audience.
Randall Taylor caters to his client's needs, Ashley. And I'm one of
his major clients.”
    I lose my breath for a moment, suddenly feeling more
naked than if I'd lost my clothes again.
    Who is this guy? A client? That makes no sense.
    “ I thought the clients only watched?” I say. “ You're a client?”
    I repeat it again, needing confirmation. The guy looks
nothing like the sort of man I'd expect to be watching me from
outside. He's nigh on perfect. Young, handsome, tall, muscular and
strong.
    And, clearly, rich as well.
    He nods.
    “ I am a client, yes. And you're right, we only usually
watch. But,