The Billion Dollar Bad Boy by Jackie Ashenden Read Free Book Online Page A

was going to break her and it was going to be so fucking sweet.
    With a quick movement, he shoved her skirt up her to waist and yes, Holy Christ, he was right. White lacy panties, a gleam of red curls through the fabric.
    Beautiful.
    Gently, he pushed her thighs apart, spreading them wide. She made a soft sound but when he looked up, she only lifted her chin, her gaze calm and direct meeting his. As if she was in the boardroom and they were discussing a deal, not in a limo with him about to go down on her. As if he couldn’t smell her, all musk and jasmine and hot, feminine arousal.
    It was a mask she wore. A mask to stop herself from wanting.
    A deep, unexpected sympathy moved inside him. He knew what it was to wear a mask. How heavy it was to wear one. And how good it was to take it off and just be.
    Donovan put his hands on the inside of her thighs, stroking her skin with his thumbs. She was so smooth and soft and silky, like her hair had felt knotted tightly in his fingers.
    “Come on, Mr. Morrow,” she said, an edge in her voice. “We’re not at a—”
    “Hush.” He moved his thumbs higher, still gentle, still stroking. “And close your eyes.”
    “But I don’t—”
    He moved one hand, placing it directly over the damp heat between her thighs. Looked into her flushed face. “Close. Your. Eyes.”
    He wasn’t expecting her to and yet she surprised him again, dark lashes at last falling shut. Closing him out. Good. It was hard to drop the mask when you knew people were watching.
    Donovan leaned forward, pressed his mouth to the soft skin of her stomach, just above the waistband of her panties, feeling it dip and hollow at his touch. A sharp, indrawn breath from above.
    He shifted his hand again, hooking the lace to the side, and slid his fingers through the damp red curls between her thighs. She gasped aloud, the sound shocked, a tremble shaking her. The muscles of her thighs tensed.
    He had assumed she wasn’t experienced and this confirmed it.
    Donovan paused. “Shall I stop?”
    “No.” The word was sharp, bitten off.
    The mask again. But then, she wouldn’t be this wet if it was all just a mask. If it was all a point she was making.
    He looked up at her. She had her eyes screwed up tight, her beautiful mouth slightly open, the lines of her face as taut as the muscles in her thighs.
    Jesus. He wanted to make her come, make her mouth open, her eyes open, everything about her loosen and sprawl outward, relax and soften, the mask dropping …
    He stroked his finger though the soft, wet folds of her pussy, finding her clit, circling, teasing.
    She trembled again, another sound escaping her. “No …”
    “No?” He slicked the pad of his thumb over her clit. “Are you sure?”
    “I mean … God … I mean …”
    “Say yes, Victoria.”
    Her hips moved under his hand, rocking as he caressed her. “I can’t …”
    “Yes.” He spread her wide. “That’s the word you want. That’s the answer. Yes.”
    Then he bent his head and put his mouth between her thighs.
    She cried out as he pushed his tongue inside her, as he licked her deep and slow, another tremble shaking her.
    “Oh … God … ,” she gasped in a hoarse voice. “Yes.”
    And he felt her muscles begin to loosen, the tightness relaxing. But he didn’t want to stop and look at her face, didn’t want to stop period, because, holy fuck, she tasted as good as he’d thought she would. Hot and spicy and sweet at the same time.
    He curled his arms around her thighs, licking deeper, harder. Using his fingers as well.
    She began to shake. “Yes … please … Oh, God … please …”
    Her fingers were in his hair, holding on tight, and he didn’t stop, his thumb on her clit, his tongue inside her, pushing her over the edge.
    Victoria went rigid in his arms. Then she gave a long, wordless cry, almost of surprise, her body convulsing as the climax took her.
    Donovan didn’t move, holding her as she trembled through the aftershocks. Then,