Authors: Carrie Cox
Tags: #arrangement, #hot romance, #billionaire bad boy, #erotic romance, #desire series, #billionaire romance
Desire (#4) (5 page)
I gazed at him, puzzled. The shoes weren’t the something different?
He walked back over to the grey box and pulled out a collection of red silk scarves.
Oh my. What did he want to do with those?
He held his hand out to me, and I stumbled over to him in my heels.
“Do you want to do this?” he whispered.
I blinked up at him. Do what? I didn’t understand what he was asking.
“Say yes,” he whispered, intensely.
I shook my head. “Say yes to what?” I asked.
His fierce expression softened, and he raised the silk clutched in his hand. “I want to tie you up,” he said.
Tie me up? Oh boy. My mouth dropped open, and I took a step back from him.
“I … I’m not sure,” I stammered.
He reached out and snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Trust me,” he whispered as he nuzzled my neck.
He ran one of the red scarves along my arm, which sent shivers of lust through me.
I licked my lips. “Okay.”
He took a step back, a hot smile playing on his lips.
“Take off all your clothes, Kate,” he said.
My mouth grew dry as I began to strip. I couldn’t take my pants off with the crazy shoes on, so I slipped them off as I undressed. When I stood there naked, I glanced up at him, shyly and bit my lip.
When I slipped my feet back into the heels, I saw his eyes heat with approval.
He’d taken his shirt, tie and socks off, and stood in front of me looking incredibly sexy. Normally my eyes would be drinking in his perfect body, but today my gaze was distracted by those red strips of silk.
He smirked and held one up. “Lie on the bed.”
I did as he asked, keeping the spiky heels on. I leaned back, feeling a little self-conscious. I saw the way he was looking at me hungrily and desire spiked deep inside me. He really wanted this.
“Do you trust me, Kate?” he asked, staring down at me.
What was he going to do? I felt a tingling vibration in my groin.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He smiled. “Spread your arms and legs.”
I slowly opened my legs and arms.
“Good,” he said, his eyes glowing with excitement.
I loved how his breathing increased as he stared down at my nakedness. It made me so wet.
I gulped as he tied my wrist firmly to the bed post, using one of the red strips of silk. My gaze followed him as he made his way to the other side of the bed to tie my other wrist.
After he’d secured my ankles in the same way, he looked down at me, his eyes burning with excitement. “Comfy?” he asked.
Well, comfy wasn’t exactly how I would describe it, but it wasn’t uncomfortable exactly just a little restrictive.
I was dying to feel his hands on me. I licked my lips in invitation.
“I’m going to kiss you, Kate,” he said. “Everywhere.”
Oh my. Yes, please.
I pulled against my restraints.
He climbed on the bed, straddling me, then began to bite my neck. Oh, God, I loved his kissing my neck. His lips skimmed the hollow of my throat, travelling lower. My heart pounded in anticipation.
As his lips found my hard nipples, every nerve in my body was electric. Everywhere he touched burnt with the need for more.
My hips jerked beneath him, and he treated me to a slow, sexy smile.
“All in good time,” he said, and turned his attention back to my breasts.
At the same time, he ran another ribbon along the length of my torso. It felt incredibly erotic.
“Please, Benjamin…”
“Please, what?” he murmured against my skin.
“I need … I want …”
His fingers trailed their way down to my pubic hair, stroking and teasing.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I want that.”
He licked his lips. “You want me to touch you there?” he asked.
“Yes, Benjamin. I want you to touch me there.”
I squirmed beneath him, anticipating the contact.
“Hmm, would you like me to use my fingers … or my tongue?”
My pulse rate spiked. Oh my. His tongue.
He gave me a dark and delicious smile. “I think you’d prefer my tongue.”
He pushed my thighs even further apart and lowered his mouth between my legs. He ran the tip of his tongue lightly over my sex.
My back arched and I gasped.
His hands pushed down on my thighs, keeping my trembling body still as his tongue circled my clitoris. I thought I was going to explode.
I pulled against my restraints, but they held firm.
He swirled his tongue round and round then up and down. It was sweet, exquisite torture. I wanted to touch him, to reach out for his erection and guide him into me, but I couldn’t move my hands.
He kept up the delicious torment and then slipped a finger into my wet opening.
Oh yes.
My whole body tensed as he moved his finger in and out. The tension was unbearable as he kept me on the brink.
“I think you’re ready for me now,” he said.
I stared down at him, as he unzipped his pants, freed his cock and slipped on a condom. His erection was massive. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
My hips bucked up to meet him as his erection plunged inside me.
At the shock of him thrusting all the way in, I felt my insides tense and cried out.
Benjamin started to move faster, driving into me again and again. His breathing was rough and raw next to my ear as I climaxed.
He thrust hard and groaned as he came deep inside me.
Afterwards he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close.
“Is everything okay?” I asked him, noticing his furrowed brow.
“Right now, everything is perfect,” he whispered against my neck, and his breath sent a tingling sensation over my skin.
I shifted so I could look at him properly. I was sure something was bothering him.
“Are you still worried about your security?” I asked.
He frowned and pulled back from me a little. “No why?”
He must be worried. Someone tried to run him off the road when we were in England, for goodness sake. That was enough to worry anyone.
“Did you ever find out who else was involved in your crash in England?”
He hadn’t brought the subject up since we returned, and I’d been so caught up in my sister’s arrival I’d been too preoccupied to question him earlier.
He loosened his grip around me and moved over to lay on his back. “No,” he said.
“Perhaps it was an accident,” I said, trailing my fingers along his chest, down his sculpted abs to his happy trail.
“Perhaps,” he said.
He grinned at me as my fingers travelled lower. “Don’t start anything you are not prepared to finish, Kate…”
I licked my lips. “I wasn’t intending to leave anything unfinished,” I said, giving him my best seductive gaze.
He moved suddenly, rolling over and pinning me on the bed beneath him. “You’re insatiable,” he said. Then covered my mouth with his, kissing me deeply.
I was. When it came to Benjamin, I was completely and utterly insatiable.
AS THE WEEKS PASSED and summer gave way to fall, life got better and better. Lauren was making fantastic progress in the garden. True to her word, she had hired extra muscle to do the hard digging, and now things were really starting to take shape.
Tina was still in rehab. I spoke to her most days. It was a little awkward at first because I didn’t want her to think I was checking up on her, so I waited for her to ring me. She talked about renting an apartment and getting a job in Providence when she’d finished rehab.
Mrs. Wicker managed to arrange a temporary contract for me at the Preservation Society, restoring some of the art work in the marvellous old mansions lining the cliffs of Newport.
Life was pretty much perfect.
Carter, the butler, still gave me the evil eye whenever I drove my big, red truck up the driveway, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Benjamin had tried to convince me to let him buy a new vehicle, something a little more modern, but I refused. I enjoyed winding Carter up too much for that, and I loved my truck.
To make Benjamin happy, I’d driven his Aston Martin Vanquish into town a few times, and I had to admit I enjoyed it, but for work, nothing beat my reliable, clapped out truck. I could hardly cart my paints and brushes around in Benjamin’s Aston Martin!
Six weeks after we’d arrived back in England, I woke up at six am feeling awful. My stomach churned as I staggered out of bed.
God.
I had to get to the bathroom, quick.
I closed the bathroom door behind me and made it to the toilet bowl just in time. As I retched over the white porcelain, I could hear Benjamin outside, demanding to know if I was okay.
Dammit. I was throwing up. Did it sound like I was okay?
He opened the door, and I tried to wave him away, mortified that he was seeing me like this.
I walked over to the sink and rinsed out my mouth, splashed water on my face, then picked up a white, fluffy towel and buried my face in it.
Benjamin stroked my back gently. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call the doctor?”
“No. I’m fine,” I muttered, moving past him and heading back to bed. “It was probably something I ate.”
He tucked the covers around me and pushed my hair from my face. “Try to go back to sleep,” he said. “It’s still early.”
I nodded and pressed my face down into the pillows, wishing the contents of my stomach would stop rolling around.
The alarm beeped on Benjamin’s phone.
I felt the mattress lift as he stood up. “Do you want me to stay with you today?”
“No,” I said. “I’ll be fine after another hour’s sleep. Honestly. Go to work.”
I snuggled down into the duvet but lay awake, staring blankly at the ceiling and listening to the running water as Benjamin took a shower.
As soon as Benjamin left for work, I showered and dressed quickly, leaving the house earlier than usual.
On my way to work, I took a detour and pulled into the parking lot outside the Bellevue shopping centre. For a few minutes, I just sat there with the engine running, trying to convince myself I was mistaken. I tried to scroll through the dates in my mind … How long had it been?
Dammit. This was stupid. There was only one way to find out for sure. I switched off the ignition, climbed out of the truck and held my head up high as I walked through the mall and into the CVS pharmacy. I hoped I wouldn’t see anyone I knew.
I grabbed the first plastic wrapped test I saw and shuffled up to the counter. Thankfully, the store was practically deserted this early in the morning.
The lady serving put the test in a discrete brown paper bag and handed it to me after I’d paid her the fifteen dollars.
Once I got to the Preservation Society, I headed straight for the restroom and pulled the pregnancy test out of the brown paper bag.
With trembling fingers, I followed the instructions. Peeing on a stick is not easy when you’re nervous.
I slipped the cap back on the test then turned my back on the little white stick, while I waited for the pre-requisite two minutes.
My heart beat faster as I counted down the seconds on my watch.
When the two minutes were finally up, I turned back to the test and squinted at the small panel.
Oh, God.
I snatched up the test and held it up to the light.
Two blue lines. They were faint, but definitely there.
Holy crap, I was pregnant.
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