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Authors: Karolyn James
Mask of Desire (Falling for the Billionaire #2)
The sex was HOT
If your thinking
this is just another "billionaire" series don't; its much better!!!!
second book was
great.. need another one…
I love this book.
I think the series will be well worth reading…
-Falling
for the Billionaire-
#2
MASK
OF DESIRE
by
Karolyn James
With
autumn in full swing, Becky is settling into her position with Mr. Bradley, the
young billionaire CEO, but her heart starts to question what this really is.
Since their wild encounter on the first day of her new job, she’s been his
personal everything.
Now
she must prove that she is committed to following his command. When they
arrive at the meeting (a masquerade Halloween party for the wealthy), Becky is
put through the ultimate test as she is romanced and paraded around all the
important guests.
Her
heart is battling her body, desperate to make the right decision. Does she
continue to allow the sexy billionaire use her for business and her body for
his pleasure, or does she run away into the crisp autumn air back to her
memories?
1.
T
he
glass felt colder today then it did yesterday. Becky took her hands away, just
for a second, and she saw perfect outlines of her hands, the heat leaving its
print. It would eventually fade and leave no real mark, but in another couple
months, when the real cold weather would arrive, those handprints would be
there until someone cleaned them off.
It made Becky think of
him
,
of Bradley.
The handprints he left on her,
literally and emotionally, all in a good, pleasure filled, sexual way.
“How’s my beautiful woman today?”
Bradley asked.
He stepped up behind Becky, staring
out the window of his office with her. His left hand moved around to Becky’s
stomach and he pulled, resting Becky against his body. This wasn’t done just
to give Becky the honor of feeling Bradley’s perfectly kept body. He thrust
himself, to prove his real purpose.
Bradley was hard.
Becky sighed and thought,
again?
but she couldn’t resist herself as she smiled.
Again
wasn’t always such a
bad thing.
Somewhere inside, Becky she knew it
would end. It had to end, right? Even people in fairy tales or television
shows who are good fortuned always have something come to an end. It’s just
the cycle of life. Look at the leaves outside right now. The same ones Bradley
had pointed out the first day they were together were all dead now. The crisp
autumn colors had come with a wave of beauty and were now holding on by a
narrow thread. The smallest breeze sent hundreds – if not thousands – of more
leaves floating to the ground. The leaves on the ground were trampled or
thrown out, a few lucky piles left for the play of children.
The cycle of life.
Creation. Life. Death.
Right now Becky was well into the
life
stage of her cycle with Bradley.
He was absolutely alive, and well.
His sex proved that as it pressed
against Becky’s backside and felt like it was curling under her, his defined
tip desperate to touch her warmth.
“You’ve been listening so well,”
Bradley whispered. He moved hair behind Becky’s ear and kissed her earlobe.
When he did this, Becky always
closed her eyes and wished it could happen forever. Just that subtle move was
enough to break her into anything he wanted. As long as he did that. Yes.
“We’ve had fun, haven’t we?”
“Of course,” Becky replied.
Bradley’s hand ventured away from
Becky’s hair down to her backside. He cupped her right cheek and squeezed,
causing Becky to jump.
She could still feel a tender sting
of pain.
“Sorry if I was a little rough last
night. I tend to really get into things… especially my deals.”
Bradley smiled and Becky could see
him reflecting off the glass. Outside, it was cloudy and dark, looking like it
was deciding between a late October rain or a late October (early season)
snow.
Becky wasn’t smiling.
She hated when Bradley referred to
them as
a deal
or
a transaction
.
Her heart felt differently, but the
good news was that her heart remained silent. If she dared to speak that out
loud, Bradley would kindly explain how life is just business.
It must have just been the mindset
of the young billionaire, a man inept with power and success and an
overwhelming command of respect without speaking a single word.
People never came into Bradley’s
office.
They rode the elevator together,
usually in silence, down to a waiting car. Becky sometimes would forget they
were in an office because she never got to see the rest of the building. She
really didn’t care about the rest of the building, she only cared about Bradley
touching her.
His hand on her ass crept up and
his fingers moved into her pants. Four of his fingers pulled at her flesh,
forcing his hand down to cup her bare skin now. His hand on her stomach
started to move too, going under her shirt. At first, he remained on her
stomach, gently moving for a few seconds, but then he moved down. Bradley
impressively moved just his thumb and forefinger to unbutton Becky’s pants. It
always made Becky gasp when she felt it, wondering how one man could be so
sexy, so rich, so powerful, and yet still have little moves like that. It
drove her body wild because she knew that when Bradley’s thumb and forefinger
commanded her pants, it would only lead to something else.
Bradley moved fast, his hand now
inside Becky’s panties. His fingers felt cool against her warm, smooth skin.
He went straight down, between her legs, and spread his fingers, forcing Becky
to open her legs. He rested his fingers on her vagina, feeling her moist
skin. His middle finger touched her hole and he felt her throbbing.
Using his other hand, Bradley moved
from Becky’s backside and went down and around. His fingers slid by a very
sensitive spot that made Becky gasp as he came around, allowing his fingertips
on both hands to touch. He was holding her at her sex, in full control.
“I want you to tell me something,”
Bradley said. “Something you desire.”
“I desire you,” Becky said.
“I know that. I want something
else. Something new. This is about new things, right? We have a big night
coming. The meeting…”
Of course,
the meeting
.
The closer it came, the more
Bradley talked about it, yet he gave Becky no real information about the
meeting. The only thing she knew was that they would have to wear masks. It
was a Halloween party for the ultra rich. The host of the party – a man
Bradley only referred to Carlello – decided on a costume party, but considering
the average net worth of the people in attendance, something told Becky nobody
would show up dressed as a chicken or a pirate.
“Bradley, I just want your touch,”
Becky said.
He wanted honesty, she gave it to
him.
“No, open your mind,” Bradley
said. “Give me something more. Tell me something more. I demand it.”
Bradley’s hand slipped back to
Becky’s ass, the tip of his middle finger moving along her cheek, touching the
tender skin where he had spanked her just last night. It happened during a
wild moment of passion in Bradley’s large bed. He had been behind Becky,
commanding her body and their sex. She yelled to him to give her more…
more,
more, more
… the words hit Bradley’s ears over and over until he finally
couldn’t handle himself. His hand came against her skin with a force that rendered
Becky speechless and Bradley turned on. When Becky caught her breath, she
called for more. The mix of pleasure and pain ran wild… so Bradley continued…
“Does it still hurt?” Bradley asked.
“In the best way possible,” Becky
replied.
Her entire body was still aching,
tender, but yet she still wanted more. There didn’t seem to be enough Bradley
could do to her to calm her sexual desire for him. Each time she came, she had
a minute or two of complete relaxation, like the high from a drug, but then
she’d look at him. From the side, he had an attempted innocence. From the
front, he was cold, stone like, and sexy. Naked… he was everything. Muscle,
definition, and his cock was designed perfect for her sex.
“I’ll have to check it I guess.”
Bradley’s hands were off her body
but only for a moment. That moment lingered for what felt like hours, her body
waiting, her soul even desperate for his touch. His fingers wrapped around the
top of her jeans and he pushed. They slid down her slender hips, unveiling a
pair of tight, silky panties.
“Step out,” Bradley.
He waited the few seconds it took
for Becky to wiggle her way out of her jeans.
Bradley then moved to the back of
Becky’s panties, forcing his fingers under them, gripping them tight, balling
them in his hands, pulling them down too. When he saw the slight red mark on
Becky’s ass, he nodded, relishing in his power and command.
Becky bent over, pressing her palms
flat against the glass of the window.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
She shocked herself saying that.
For the past month, she and Bradley had nothing but a physically demanding
relationship with him in constant control. Becky didn’t mind because it came
with its own set of benefits. Certain bills and debts that had fallen way
behind were now suddenly either caught up or paid off. When her car refused to
start one frost filled morning and she showed up to Bradley’s office just ten
minutes late, the next morning a brand new car waited outside her apartment.
She never asked, she never thanked
Bradley either. He spoke of it once, telling her that everything he did was
just part of the deal. The transaction. Everything leading to moments like
Bradley spanking her and preparing her for this mystery meeting that was just a
week away.
“Fuck you?” Bradley asked. “Listen
to that horrible mouth of yours.”
“You asked, so I’m telling you…”
“You want me to fuck you?”
Bradley cupped her ass, his pinkies
cutting between her cheeks, testing near her warm slit.
“I want you to fuck me,” Becky
said. “Right here. At the window.”
It had been a fantasy rolling
through Becky’s mind from the moment she saw the window. The opportunity just
never came to take advantage of it, until now.
Bradley didn’t respond to Becky’s
request.
He took action, never wanting to
give up his command. He moved under her ass some more, allowing all his
fingers to touch her moist spot. As she stuck herself out towards Bradley, he
could see her glistening skin, her smooth flesh, and with the gentle movement
of his fingers, he saw her hole, tender and slightly open.
Using one hand, Bradley handled
himself, pulling at his belt first, then working the clip on his pants and
finally, his zipper. He preferred to fuck Becky with his pants down and if
they were in a different spot, or had more time, he’d prefer them to be naked.
There was something about his skin touching her skin just pleased him. It was
a sense of pleasing that he only felt when it came to business and money. To
have it with another person over something physical like sex was foreign but
Bradley thoroughly enjoyed it.