The Billionaire's Deal: The Complete Story: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

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Authors: Crystal Kaswell
when I saw him this morning, but now I know the truth. They're evil.
    He brings his hand down on my ass, a tap at first. Barely hurts at all. I gasp and squeeze the fabric of his shirt.
    His lips hover over my ear. "Patience."
    "Or what?"
    "Or I'll stop."
    My breath catches in my throat. That's about the only thing I absolutely couldn't stand. I nod, a promise I'll do as he asks, here, there, anywhere.
    As long as he keeps touching me.
    "Now turn around. Hands on the mirror."
    I do it. Blake moves faster. He positions himself behind me, so his crotch is pressed up against me. His cock is hard against the flesh of my ass. Still those stupid slacks in the way.
    I arch my back, so it's closer, so it's hovering right over my sex.
    He shakes his head. Tsk tsk. His hands hover over my inner thighs. The look on his face is patient. Like he could wait a million years for me to do as he asks.
    A sigh escapes my lips. Half irritated, half desperate. My body is buzzing, shaking. He needs to touch me. Now. I've been his doll for the last three hours. I'm not going to spend the next twenty minutes, fifteen minutes, however long we have, being looked at.
    "Please," I say.
    Nothing.
    Fine. I press my palms into the mirror, undoing the arch in my back. His fingertips brush over my inner thighs. Barely. But it's enough to send a wave of pleasure straight to my sex.
    He strokes my thighs a little harder. A little higher. I press my eyes closed, taking in every touch, every breath.
    His fingers brush against my clit. Want surges through me. Yes. There. He brings one hand to my chest and toys with my nipples. My back arches, pressing my crotch against his hand. I sigh out all that irritation. There's nothing left inside me but a desperate need to come from his touch.
    Blake draws circles around my nipples with his fingertips. He presses his palm into my breast to hold my body against his. His other hand works magic. His strokes are so light I can barely feel them. It seems impossible that something so subtle could send such dramatic waves of ecstasy through my body.
    His teeth sink into my neck. Just enough to hurt, but that hurt feels so damn good. I consider asking for more, for harder, but the pressure building inside me is already too much to take.
    A moan escapes my lips.
    He strokes me. Harder. Faster. Then it's perfect. Yes. I gasp louder than I mean to. He sinks his teeth into my neck. Harder. The pain shoots all the way to my sex, mixing with the pleasure spreading through my body.
    We're in a dressing room. I can't scream. I press my eyes closed and sink my teeth into my lip. He strokes me, faster, harder, more. An orgasm rises up inside me. Almost. Almost. Almost.
    He pinches my nipples. Another tiny burst of pain. It pushes me over the edge. All that pressure inside me unravels, spreading all the way to my fingers and toes.
    Yes. Hell yes. I blink my eyes open and my gaze fixes on the reflection in the mirror. Blake is staring at me, watching the pleasure spreading over my face.
    Suddenly, I feel shy. Exposed even. I release my grip on the mirror and turn so Blake and I are face to face. There's no explaining his expression. Satisfaction is the closest thing I can pin down.
    His fingertips slide over my chin. "Tonight." It's a promise.
    I nod. Tonight.
    Outside our stall, the main door opens. The tap, tap of high heels on the carpet.
    His eyes dart to his watch. "Just in time."
    Tonight can't come soon enough.
    ***
    The afternoon is set aside for hair and makeup. It's starts with a painful, full-body waxing. Eyebrows and everything below my chin. I've always kept pretty trim, and Blake certainly didn't raise any objections in the dressing room, but hairless is apparently part of the plan.
    Then we're on to the hair on my head. A stylist fusses over it, talking through me like I'm not here. He and Ashleigh debate specific shades and brands of dye. Honey, platinum, ash, sandy, baby, beige, beachy. It's blonde any way you can cut

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