Bowles, Jan - Bought for the Billionaire's Bed [Guilty Pleasures 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (5 page)

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When Trent said he’d tie her to the bed, she hadn’t thought he really would. Straddling her torso, he held her hands above her head and secured her to the bedstead with his silk tie. She had to admit it turned her on and didn’t fill her with the trepidation she thought it might.

He did it so casually, a smile on his face as he wrapped the tie around her wrists. When he was completely satisfied, he leaned down and kissed her lips. “That’s better.”

“Trent, it’s not fair. I can’t touch you now.”

“That’s the idea.” He pointed to his shoulder and the deep scratches she’d unknowingly made. She had been so aroused, she hadn’t realized her sharp fingernails had drawn blood.

“I’m sorry. I guess I became absorbed in what you were doing to me.”

“Mmm, I guess you did. This is much better. Now I can do what I want to your body.” He trailed kisses over her stomach and then licked and sucked her nipples. Mia couldn’t help arching off the bed. The feeling of being out of control only heightened when she tugged helplessly at the silken restraint.

Maybe she couldn’t touch him, but she could see him. Through hooded eyes, she feasted on his half-naked body. The muscles of his well-developed chest were lean and defined. They flexed as he moved lower, tasting and teasing her with his tongue.

A gasp left her lips when he reached her panties and began pulling them from her trembling body. She could see her own breasts and aroused nipples rising and falling rapidly in anticipation. Her stomach quivered with excitement as his fingers grazed her soft flesh. Finally her panties were cast aside, and she reveled in his gaze as it devoured her body.

“Mia, you are perfect in every way. Your pussy is so beautiful.”

He moved from the bed and began shedding the rest of his clothes. Aroused beyond belief, tiny whimpers escaped her lips, and her breasts heaved in excitement.

“Trent, please.”

“Hush, little Mia. We have all night, and I want to kiss every part of your body first.”

The idea made her writhe on the bed, her hips moving of their own accord.

“Trent.”

“I’m going to touch every part of your body, very slowly. You’ll like that, my fingers dipping into your wet pussy over and over until you purr like a kitten.” Her whole body arched up. His words seared like a hot poker into her psyche, making her even more aroused.

“Oh, Trent.”

When he was finally naked, her gaze traced his whole physique. He was beautiful in every way. He looked just like a Roman god. His male form appeared flawless as though sculpted from marble. Every muscle perfectly defined, honed, and ready for action.

He smiled as her gaze drifted to his cock standing proud and erect against his taut, lean stomach. He was huge. “I promise this is for you, but later, much later.”

Anticipation flooded her mind as he returned to the bed. He cupped her ankle in his hands and began trailing kisses up her leg. She pulled against the restraint as he reached her inner thigh. Delirious on sexual arousal, she whimpered, “Trent, no.”

He didn’t take no for an answer, and immediately he eased her pussy lips apart with his thumbs. Her heart rate increased as he stared at her most intimate feminine flesh.

“I need to taste you, Mia. I want to savor your arousal.”

Her lungs heaved as she gasped for breath. Her whole body arched and went rigid as his tongue lashed her aching clitoris. It was so forbidden and intense that she screamed out loud.

“Oh, my, God.”

He sucked and teased at her sensitive flesh, licking and tasting like a man possessed. Tight moans began to fall from her lips as he brought her to the very edge of orgasm. He must have guessed she was close because he slowed down, his tongue lapping and caressing her pussy wickedly. When he pressed two fingers inside her vagina, she climaxed, moaning incoherently as she fought against her bound wrists. The intensity of her orgasm was so deliciously powerful that it verged on pain.

Mia found it hard to catch her breath as Trent began trailing kisses over her stomach. With a hand on either side of her body, he held his weight off her. Slowly, he moved to her nipples and circled them with his tongue. They glistened, catching the light with her increased breathing. Eventually, he leaned over her and kissed her lips.

“Mmm, you’re so beautiful, Mia.”

With her senses overdosed on pleasure, she could only answer in a whisper, “Hmm, Trent?”

“You okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He caressed her face with his hands and gently brushed her lips with a finger. When he pressed his thumb into her mouth, she hungrily sucked on it. This feeling of letting go had never happened to her before. His amber gaze mesmerized her. She was his for the taking. He stared at her as he tore a foil packet with his teeth. When he rolled a condom down his potent shaft, she licked her lips expectantly.

A moan reverberated deep in her throat as she felt his hard cock press against her moist pussy. She wanted him so badly it hurt. Her head tipped back, as she drank in his male scent. “Please, Trent.”

“With pleasure, little Mia.”

He sank into her then, sliding his cock right up to the hilt. She panted as she accommodated to his size. Stretched beyond belief, her wrists pulled against the headboard. “Untie me, please.”

“Not yet. When I’m ready.” He began stroking his cock deep inside her, withdrawing and then filling her pussy again. Each thrust heightened the pleasure. Each delicious lunge sent her closer to ecstasy. He lifted her buttocks and began thrusting in deep, measured strokes. With only her shoulders now in contact with the bed, Mia watched his dick disappearing inside her time and time again. Satisfaction filled her thoughts when she saw her own feminine juices coating it. When she looked into his eyes, no one else existed.

“You like that?”

She cried out, “Oh, God, it’s so good.”

“And that?”

“Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Still pumping inside her, he kissed her lips just as her orgasm blew her mind. Her body bucked, twitched, and convulsed repeatedly around his engorged shaft. He continued thrusting, taking what he needed fast and hard as she whimpered from the unbelievable pleasure. Eventually he climaxed, making one final, delicious lunge as a deep growl left his lips. His seed spilled deep inside her.

Chapter Six

He pulled her onto his shoulder and nestled her in his arms. Never in his entire life had he found such fulfillment before. He stroked his hand into her hair, marveling at the silky feel as she slowly caught her breath. Mia had been a delight. She had been so aroused. Her whole body had responded to him. It had been a matter of immense satisfaction when his sexual words caused her to writhe in anticipation on the bed.

He kissed her forehead, nuzzling his lips against the delicate skin. “Are you, okay, Mia?” He was amazed he could even speak at all. She had simply taken his breath away.

“Yes, Trent.” Her fingers trailed over his torso, smoothing into the dark v of hair on his chest. “It was wonderful.”

A sense of contentment coursed through his veins at her words
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all said in her sexy, Swedish accent.

“You were wonderful, too. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head. “I never knew it could be so intense.”

He squeezed her shoulder, rubbing his fingers into her delicate, pale skin. He’d never known anything like it. He wondered if it had been the submissive role that he’d cast her in by tying her to the bed. It seemed they’d both found something extra from the experience, an added level of sexual arousal and pleasure.

He thought about the trip he had planned in a few days time. Trust him to find the perfect lover just as he was leaving the country. Surely he couldn’t let a woman like Mia slip through his fingers? “Mia, I’m flying to the Caribbean this weekend. I’d love you to come with me.”

He felt her stiffen in his arms, and she didn’t answer.

“Mia?” He cupped her face and forced her to meet his gaze. “Is anything wrong?” She looked worried and averted her eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong, Trent. It’s just a little sudden, that’s all.”

He breathed in. Maybe he was taking things too fast. He certainly didn’t want to drive her away by being too possessive. All through his life he’d been the same. When he wanted something, he just went right ahead and went for it, even if that made him appear rather ruthless on occasion. His mother had always told him he was too impulsive.
Take your time, Trent. All things come to those who wait
. Well, being impulsive had served him well in the cut and thrust of the markets. In his position, he needed to make instant decisions.

“I don’t want to pressure you, Mia. If you’re not sure, that’s fine by me.” He gently stroked her face. “But at least let me buy you dinner before I leave on Saturday. I want to know everything about you.” He touched her nose playfully. “I insist.”

“Very well, Trent. I’d love to.”

“Good, I’m glad that’s settled.”

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When Mia awoke, it was still dark, apart from just a little moonlight streaming through the window. It took her a while to realize where she was. The heavy breathing of the naked man lying next to her soon focused her mind.

Trent.

He lay face down. A sheet half draped across his legs. Her gaze traced the delicious contours of his back and thighs. Every muscle clearly defined in the moonlight. He was perfect in every way, right down to his gorgeous ass. She breathed in.
My God
, he’d pleasured her to such an extent that she couldn’t believe her good fortune. When they’d made love for a second time, he’d used every trick in the book to make her plead for release, holding her in place while he caressed every part of her body with his tongue.

Mia lay back on her pillows and stared at the ceiling. She was not the person he imagined her to be. Somehow, with the expensive designer dress and her knowledge of art, he’d assumed she was a woman with wealth and breeding. She guessed Trent thought she was financially solvent and well connected. Who wouldn’t think that considering she was wearing a Bellini dress? He might be worth millions, but she wasn’t even worth a fraction of the haute couture dress she’d borrowed, or was that stolen?

Now she had the dilemma of a lifetime. To tell the truth or not?

Last night had been wonderful in every respect. A fantasy come true. Why ruin a perfect dream with details of reality?

They’d made arrangements for dinner in two days’ time. It was then that she planned to tell him the truth. She knew she couldn’t continue masquerading as something she wasn’t.

Surely when Trent knew the whole story, he wouldn’t want to see her again? So what would be the point?

The fear of rejection made her slip quietly from his bed. Holding her breath, she silently retrieved her clothes and tiptoed from the room. Just before she closed the door, she glanced back at the beautiful man lying sound asleep on the bed. His dark hair fell disheveled around his masculine features. The hint of stubble covered his strong jaw. His lips slightly parted in restful sleep. In another life, things might have been so very different. Unfortunately, this dependence on wealth and status in society made her skeptical of his intentions. She just couldn’t take the chance. Something as beautiful as last night didn’t deserve to be ruined. It would remain untainted, a memory to cherish and last her a lifetime.

Once in his living area, she began dressing. When she stepped into the dress, she cursed her stupidity as she heard the loud tear. Just why had she put her high heels on first? Mortified, she looked down at the ripped garment. A large, six-inch slit had been torn in the back. Now she would be in trouble. She looked toward the closed bedroom door. Had Trent woken at the sound of tearing material?