The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (9 page)

But Ethan didn’t drop his zipper or even dry thrust against her again. To her surprise, Ethan Cole sank to his knees, wrapped his arms beneath her thighs, and brought her hips forward to meet his mouth.

“Holy shit!” That masterful tongue was on a place that actually mattered now, parting her folds and sampling the innermost part of her. Jasmine’s hand took a chunk of his immaculate hair as she tried to get his face to come closer.
A billionaire is eating me out!
That intruding thought threw her out of the moment and made her realize that she was in a penthouse suite in the middle of the city… some strange man’s living room where she had her legs spread and begged for him to make her come… that very man breathing heavily against her skin as his eyes gazed up adoringly at her. Oh, he was good.
Very
good. Jasmine almost believed that Ethan Cole, the richest man around, was actually in love with her and wanted to only bring her carnal bliss.

Well damn if it wasn’t working!

A long, hearty cry burst from Jasmine as she leaned against the wall and slammed her eyes shut. One foot drew up against the end table, her shoe falling off her toes and clattering to the floor. Ethan’s tongue flicked against her for a moment and then came in long,
long
drawls that felt like he owned her flesh and skin. The best part was when he pushed his tongue back and teased the entrance to her center. She swore to God it was big enough to bring her pleasure alone.

He went faster now, his hands squeezing her thighs and his mouth urgently pressing against her.
He wants me to come.
Jasmine opened her eyes and looked out those expansive windows again, wondering how many women – hell, people! – would be jealous to know that it was
her
getting this treatment from one of the country’s most eligible bachelors. And to know that this was his first move… Jasmine had been so sure that he would want to get it in her as quickly as possible. To use her, not that she would have minded for one night. Maybe that was still his goal. But at least he had the courtesy to make sure she was pleased, relaxed, and ready to accept him inside her. Jasmine couldn’t think of a single date of hers before that thought to do such a thing.
And he’s damn good at it too.
Sweet, sweet salvation she was going to…

Ethan stopped, or at least came to a slow stop. When Jasmine looked back down at him, despondent, she could only see the corners of his eyes pulling into a haughty satisfaction that said this had been his plan all along. The devious bastard.

He gave the inside of her thigh a heavy kiss and backed away, standing with his eyes locked tight to her body. Jasmine could feel the height of her arousal now, centering in her core and nearly embarrassing her – or it would if Ethan hadn’t been down there to find out for himself.

“Jasmine.” Both syllables were soft, although that man must be seriously straining against his trousers by now. “Let me give you a taste of what I have in mind for us.”

“For us.”
It wasn’t about him. Or if it was, he would at least build up the illusion that it was partly about her as well.
He’s charming. Too suave.
Jasmine fought against her hormones to remind herself that this was not love. This wasn’t anything more than trial sex to see if they really wanted to make an
arrangement
for a limited time.

Oh what
ever.
He could turn Jasmine around, bend her over, and roughly take her at this point, and she wouldn’t care.

Ethan took her by the hand and helped her down from the end table. Jasmine stumbled without the help of one of her heels. But Ethan caught her in those strong arms of his, and before she knew it, her other shoe was off and she was being led to the bedroom.

“No,” he said, closing the door and watching Jasmine try to shimmy out of her sleeves. “Leave your dress on for now. It’s striking on you.”

“This old thing? I got it at Ross like six months ago.” Did this man know what Ross was?

“It’s a good thing they had it on sale there that day.” Ethan escorted her to the bed, a massive thing covered in a dark blue comforter. The bedroom was as sparse and un-personalized as the living room, but Jasmine wouldn’t be looking at the decorations soon enough. The moment her body hit the bed she saw Ethan finally unzip his pants.

He didn’t have to say what he wanted. One look, and with Jasmine like this? He could have asked for her to fling open the window and lasso the moon to Earth and she would have attempted it if it meant getting an end-game to this affair.

In comparison, sitting up and pulling him out of his trousers was much easier.

Goodness.
Jasmine hoped that Ethan couldn’t see her face as she looked at his erection. Naturally she had seen her fair share in her day – whether or not they were on a screen was another story – but when she saw one that piqued her arousal even more, well, a girl could hardly control herself.
I don’t care what anyone calls me right now. Give it!
Didn’t help that it was coming out of an Italian suit custom made for a man with extreme means. Or that said man was caressing her head and letting her dark hair fall through his fingers. But for as controlled as he was in this instance, Jasmine could see his hips jerking a little and hear the ragged breaths in his chest. This was a man who practiced great self-control. He probably needed it for many aspects of his life. She was thankful he spared some of it for sex with her.

The grunt he let out when she wrapped her hand around him was gratifying.

Jasmine had to use her left hand to prop herself up on the bed, but she only needed the right one anyway. Her lips could do more than talk, after all. She began by teasing him with a kiss to his tip, and then a line of them down his shaft and toward her hand. When she reached it, she unleashed her tongue upon him, tasting his sweat and imbruing herself in his musk.

Ethan retained his self-control until her tongue reached his uncut tip and discovered he was wet there. To Jasmine’s pleasant surprise, it was not offensive to her tongue.

Does he want to climax here?
She didn’t know how far to take this. God knew she wanted to take him into her mouth and finish the job. Not because she wanted out of there or to otherwise have it over, but because watching this man slowly become unhinged over what she did to him was giving her the thrill of the month. Maybe the whole past year.
Since I was a kid who still believed in Christmas.
It wasn’t every day Jasmine was the one responsible for a carefully put together man coming undone.

She settled with gripping him with her hand and pursing her lips over the head. Ethan’s hand was firm against her scalp, her hair tangling over his fingers, although like a true gentleman he didn’t force her onto him. Yet as the minute wore on his breaths became heavier and his moans more frequent. Jasmine sighed onto him, and that must have been too much – for he pulled away and allowed her to fall back onto the pillow.

Ethan didn’t say anything as he hastened to unbutton his white shirt and get out of his rolled up cuffs. He yanked on his tie and cursed on his breath when it didn’t immediately come undone. Jasmine rolled toward him and contemplated touching herself, but she didn’t want to make him lose himself now. Not when she was so close to getting what she really wanted.

“There.” Ethan pointed to the top drawer of the nightstand. He went back to fighting with his clothes.
He should let me do that for him.
Why did she have to keep her dress on while Ethan fumbled with buttons and dealt with a firm erection pointing in his new lover’s direction? Jasmine obeyed, however, opening the drawer to find exactly what she expected.
Large, hm?
She glanced back at him and decided she agreed.

“Shall I?” She held the condom up between her fingers, languishing against the bed with her dress fussed all around her.
Come on ladies, get out there.
She wiggled enough until both nipples were out to taunt him. At least by now Ethan had the shirt open and tie off. “I once did it with my mouth.” A lie, but he didn’t have to know that.

“No need. Just lay there and be beautiful.”

Jasmine could do that.
Being beautiful comes naturally to me.
It was easy to think that with a man like Ethan Cole falling over himself because of her.

He gazed upon her, one hand now around himself while the other opened the package. Jasmine looked back at him as she put herself on display: knees pushing into the air with her skirt up around her waist, front open, and her arms rising above her head to say that she was relaxed in his presence. All she needed to add was an expectant look to tell him to make this part quick. He had needs to tend to.

The wrapper dropped out of his hand. He climbed onto the bed and sat between her legs. The bed barely moved, and yet Jasmine swore it was trying to swallow her up.
Gonna swallow him up.
The more he loomed over her, the more her legs shook and pulled apart as far as possible. Her self-satisfaction quickly disappeared when Ethan finally lost the shirt and tossed the tie beside her head.

“This will be,” he began, running his hands up the outside of her thighs as he brought her hips toward his, “most enjoyable, let me assure you.”

Jasmine whimpered. “I hope you have a good time too.”

With one brief smile flashing on his face, he thrust into her and crushed any humility left.

Before now Jasmine had held back the extent of the pleasure she felt. She didn’t want it to go to his head too quickly. But with him now inside her, his girth pushing deep within her center while his hips thrust it in and out, Jasmine couldn’t take it anymore. Here she was, a normal girl, with nothing more to her name than this cheap red dress and the wits she kept in her head. And yet Ethan Cole had seen her that Monday and decided he wanted this moment with her.
That’s the romantic version.
She wondered if Ethan knew how deliciously dirty she felt right now. He was probably getting off on it – just like her.

“Ah!” It was the first of many cries as Ethan engulfed her with his body, sucking her throat and kissing her wailing lips. When his tongue crashed into hers she tasted his groan and swallowed it into her body. To feel his bare, muscular frame beneath her arms was both entrancing and exciting.
Down there is better.
Ethan sometimes slowed his thrusts, but did not let up on their intensity. Every time he pushed into her she groaned, her body becoming more amicable to the idea of having this man make love to her. It especially claimed her when he sat up, his hands splayed on either side of her head as he gazed into her eyes and saved a smile for her. Each thrust made his muscles react, and Jasmine enjoyed that as much as she enjoyed him inside her.

But this was still all foreplay.
Aren’t I enough for you, huh?
Most men were done by now. Jasmine wasn’t used to one who could go on like this, taunting her, teasing her, and sparing her those cocky smirks as he rocked into her.
I barely know this man, and yet this is the best connection I’ve ever had during sex.
Oh, he was definitely showing off. Jasmine didn’t mind. He could show off all he wanted if it meant more of this.

Ethan, however, could not hold himself back for much longer. He was only human. So Jasmine wasn’t surprised – excited, actually – when he grabbed her by the hips and gave her all the strength he had.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy sh-
He had her now, piercing her core with his tip and making her wetter with his girth. Orgasm was quickly coming. Jasmine had to hold herself up to brace for it, and this only made Ethan fall deeper into her. She moaned loudly, releasing the tension that had been building up inside her for the better part of the night. Her dress may be bunched up around her body, and her modesty long gone out the high-rise window, but by the name of her lost innocence Jasmine was going to enjoy the shit out of this.

She had never come before her male partner in her life. So when she did, abruptly and with no remorse, she was almost too shocked to realize how good she felt.

“Ethan!” She was also shocked she remembered his name, for her climax burst within her, making her shoulder writhe against the bed as her head thrashed left and right in search for something to channel her pleasure through. The man inside her grunted above her cries but did not relent his thrusts.

“Yes, Jasmine?” The last part of her name had barely fallen from his lips before he doubled-over and groaned into her breasts.

He chose to climax right when she was coming down from hers, when she was in that strange headspace of thinking,
Damn, that was a fantastic orgasm,
and still moaning in sheer debauchery. While on one hand she was detached from the idea of more sex, since Ethan had more or less fucked it out of her by now, Jasmine still slammed her eyes shut and took in the sensations of a man like Ethan Cole having his fill of her. Her brain almost shut down when he stilled himself, letting the pulses of his receding orgasm send a wave of emotional euphoria through her. Her brain was almost tricked into thinking they were
in love.