Page 53 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

He snorts softly. “Trust me, you’ll want to decide for yourself.” He pauses. Then, “There it is.”

“What?”

“Clothes shifting. The slide of skin against skin. Where is your hand right now?”

I hesitate. Then, “My stomach,” I tell him, “sliding slowly up to caress the silky skin beneath my breast.”

He sucks in a breath.

“And now onto my nipple,” I whisper. “Sliding over it.”

“What does it feel like?”

“Pebbly. Rough.”

He growls, and the compliment in his voice is impossible to miss. “Down now. We’re doing this,” he says. “Are you with me?”

I slide my hand down under the elastic in my pj pants. “We’re doing it.”

He lets out this shuddery breath. Things feel heated. Wild.

“How wet are you? Tell the truth.”

“Pretty damn wet,” I whisper. Because some things I’ll give him. “You know I am.”

“I know, baby,” he says. “Start with a line between your legs—trace a nice heavy line. Nice and slow. Up and down. Don’t speed up until I tell you.”

“I can’t believe you’re telling me how to masturbate.”

“I’m an arrogant control freak. You’re going to hate me even more soon enough. Even as you crave me.”

“Yeah?” I breathe.

“I can’t wait to get my fingers between your legs. I can’t wait to own that pretty little pussy of yours. Really own it in a way you never can. My fingers are a lot bigger than yours. Big and heavy,” he says. “I’ll have to work to be gentle with you. Because being gentle, once I get my hands on you, it’ll be furthest from my mind.”

“Right,” I breathe.

“Even with me being gentle, you’ll be able to feel the ragged energy in my touch. It’s dangerous as hell how bad I want you. How savage I want to be with you.”

“Uhng…yes,” I say.

I hear him shudder out a breath. “Don’t screw around, now. Get onto the target. Find it and feel it. Are you there?”

“I’m there.”

“That’s what you can never hide from me. Feel it?”

“Yes.”

“Slide over it. Slow and hard. No mercy. Don’t lose contact. I wouldn’t. I’d keep you going. Just enough. Just perfect.”

I slide the tip of my finger up through my folds. Everything feels heightened. My skin is too tight. The sounds of the city are incredibly distinct. The pillow is perfectly cool under my cheek. “And you’d be wearing your lab coat.”

A silence. Then, “I’d be wearing my lab coat. Of course I would. I’d strip you naked, but I’d have my lab coat on over my suit.”

I slide my finger up and down my clit. I want him to tell me more things to do.

“How does it feel?”

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