The Pleasure's All Mine by Naleighna Kai Read Free Book Online

to you for a minute.”
    She did as she was told.
    “I want you to go back to the night that I had you in my arms.” He gave her a few seconds to process and added, “Be honest, baby…what did you feel?”
    “You. Heat. Need.”
    “Heat? Oh, yes, I felt it too, baby,” he whispered. “The smell of your perfume, the feel of your skin against my lips, your breasts ready to spill out into my hands. Lord, woman, I wanted you in the worst way.”
    Raven refused to comment. She would have to admit that she wanted him to do all the wicked things that his voice and his eyes promised that night. And she had a feeling he could back it up. A woman could tell these things—and that’s what normally got them into all kinds of trouble.
    “Imagine that I had parted your lips with my tongue; that I tasted you and baby, it was honey dripping from those lips. Imagine that I laid you out on the chaise and my hands held those sexy hips of yours. That I’m stroking them, touching them, feeling you—soft…warm. Would you like that, baby?”
    A groan escaped her lips, despite every effort to hold it in.
    “Do you feel me, Raven?”
    Eyes closed, thighs open, wetness making a comeback, she could only manage a soft answer of, “I feel you.”
    “My hands parted your thighs and I’m stroking upwards towards that heat. You’re so wet, baby. You’re wet...for me.”
    Raven’s head went back onto the cushions and she was all pleasure and heat as he continued describing sensual things he wanted her to experience in sweet, mind-blowing detail, ending with, “The tip of my finger brushes across your pearl and your hips move toward me. Can I go inside, baby? Can I play with you just for a little while?”
    Raven’s orgasm ripped through her, causing her to disconnect the call.
    Moments later, she ran to the bathroom and gripped the edge of the sink for balance. As she looked at her flushed reflection in the mirror, she swore to never take another call from Pierce Randall.

Five
     
    Four weeks later, New York
    “What the hell do you mean, you can’t find her?” Pierce glared angrily at his assistant across the smoke-glass desk.
    “Raven Armand doesn’t exist.” Steve Iken shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “At least, not as a real person with an address and Social Security number.”
    Pierce stalked to the picture window, and let his gaze fall to the ships sailing away from the New York Harbor and the Statue of Liberty’s welcoming torch. “Of course she exists. She’s a flesh and blood woman. I held her, damn near kissed her.” He whirled to confront a solemn-faced Steve. “And you saw her. She exists!”
    Steve stood, rocked back on his heels, one eyebrow raised at Pierce’s uncharacteristic outburst.
    Pierce wouldn’t mention the fact that this was the same women with whom he’d had the wildest phone sex interludes the planet had to offer. Some days he had to shower twice just to get rid of an erection so hard he couldn’t pull his briefs over it. The damn thing could’ve turned corners before the rest of him!
    Today, Pierce was supposed to listen to the CDs Steve had picked out and select the final prospects for new contracts. He’d barely given the demos a glance. CDs from potential artists shipped in every day, all day. The music could wait. Raven Armand could not.
    Pierce tilted his face up to gaze into the bright sun. Its warmth reminded him of the woman he’d held in his arms four weeks, two days, twelve hours, and sixteen minutes ago. New York was brimming with women ready to give up pussy out of both pant legs. So what was it about this woman?
    He continued to survey the city he loved so much. From Soho to Harlem, there was nothing like it. New York was the epicenter of the cultural world, from its fine arts, theatre, and as proving ground for the music, fashion, and publishing industries.
    Born and bred in Harlem, Pierce could picture living nowhere else. He had achieved substantial success as the chief