Page 44 of The Billionaire Submissive
Still he hesitated, though his thumb continued that soothing, maddening circle. She couldn’t stand it and had to speak again. “I can’t beat you every single night, Donovan.”
His lips quirked. “I’m not asking you to, but I suppose your arm would get rather sore.”
“Exactly. Not to mention your backside.”
She could feel his eyes on her, cataloging every little twitch and tightness. Lightly, she gave a little tug of her hand but he refused to let go. In fact, he turned her hand over and began to draw circles on her palm. Those soft little brushes made goose bumps break out on her shoulders and she shivered.
“If I agree to wait for the thrashing, do I get to make love to Lilly tonight?”
“Sure,” she shrugged nonchalantly. “You had her earlier today too.”
“No. That was a hard, frantic, delicious fucking, pardon my language, Miss Harrison. I want to make love to you tonight.”
“I don’t know if I can give up Mistress L completely.” She meant it as a warning. If he thought she could just lie back and be passive in bed, he was sorely mistaken.
He nodded, still watching her so carefully it took all her concentration not to jerk her hand away from those sensitive stroking fingers. “My point exactly.”
“What?”
Smiling, he let go of her hand and picked up his spoon again. “Deal?”
“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Morgan.”
Oh, Miss Harrison, you have no idea.
He couldn’t have asked for a better turn of events himself. She thought she needed to protect him, to slow things down. That was fine by him.
She thought he didn’t know anything about her, the real woman behind the luscious body and passionate soul. In that, she couldn’t be more mistaken. But she needed time to let it all soak in. If Donovan Morgan had learned anything in all his years of business takeovers, it was patience and cunning.
She laid the trap all by herself. All I have to do is sit back and watch.
“How are your parents?”
Her hand paused the spoon headed to her mouth. “Why?”
“You said I don’t know anything about the real you. I’m just letting you know I did my homework.”
Shaking her head, she took the bite, closed her eyes and groaned. Ricardo had definitely outdone himself yet again.
Donovan had to discretely reach down and adjust himself. Watching her foodgasms was almost as good as the real thing.
She finally managed to speak again. “Homework? What a joke. All you did was hire a PI. I’ve never told you anything about my parents so it doesn’t count.”
“So tell me.”
“Dad’s retired but he drives a school bus now. Mom teaches fifth grade.”
“And your brother?”
She dabbed the spoon into her soup but didn’t immediately lift another bite to her mouth. “If your PI’s any good, then he found out my brother had leukemia.”
“Had?”
She nodded and finally managed another bite. “He’s in remission now and things are looking good. But six years ago, it was pretty grim. They didn’t think he was going to make it.”
“That’s about when you left your job as a corporate accountant.”
“You don’t miss much do you?” She gave him a wry smile and paused long enough to take a sip of wine.
