But Connor gazed at me for a few seconds, and then reached down again. He pushed the cups of my bra down, and my breasts spilled out over them. The fabric pushed them up from below, making them stand up, my nipples hard and pointing out. He cupped my breasts from the side, and said, "You're already aroused. Good. I like that."
Extract From Bride By Design: Flights Of Fancy (Taken By The Billionaire)
Description:
Lisa has just lost her job. Her career as an aspiring designer seems to be going nowhere and she doesn't need any more complications in her life right now.
She especially doesn't need a passionate encounter with her crush on a midnight flight from LA to New York. She doesn't need him to pursue her, she doesn't want to be confused about his motives, and she doesn't want to get entangled in a world she knows nothing about.
But life has a strange sense of humor, and when her crush turns out to be billionaire real estate investor Colin Anderson, she finds herself manipulated into a strange web of deceit…
Extract:
I saw his eyes glint, and suddenly his arm was around my shoulder.
He leaned into my ear and murmured, "I know you feel it too."
I closed my eyes as he wrapped his lips around my earlobe. He moved down my throat kissing me gently, and then his hand was in my hair, wrenching down my face so I was forced to look up. My lips were trembling in anticipation, and I felt my stomach tighten, and my nipples hardened into tiny peas. His lips slammed down onto mine, and his tongue thrust in and plundered my mouth. I responded fervently, not able to think, my body reacting on its own.
As we kissed, he quickly undid the top buttons on my blouse, and I felt his hand on my breast, pressing down and kneading gently in circles. I felt my desire grow, and I arched my back and moaned into his mouth, wanting more.
He could sense what I needed and his other hand moved down to my leg, and then I felt him sliding my skirt up. Suddenly my brain kicked into action and I pulled my mouth away from his.
"No," I gasped, and pushed his hands away.
I wanted him so badly, but I slid away from him quickly, over to the opposite seat and pulled my skirt down, even as a part of me wanted to hitch it higher, spread my legs apart and beg him to enter me.
I noticed he was smiling and his eyes were glued on my breasts, and I blushed as I pulled my shirt close, fumbling with the buttons.
I was such a fool! My brain chided me, and for once I was thankful that I'd been practical. I looked down as I did up the buttons, refusing to meet his eyes. I could sense his arousal and I knew I looked flushed and excited myself.
"Are you sure you don't want more?" he asked softly.
"Yes!" I snapped, glaring at him, even though my panties were moist. A part of me wished he'd lunge across and take me roughly, his chest pressing down on my breasts, his hands groping me… I pushed the thought out of my head. "You're not going to seduce me and take me to Manchala."
He leaned back and looked relaxed. "Why, that thought had never even crossed me mind."
He smiled, and I continued to glare at him through narrowed eyes.
Extract From The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals
Description:
Sparks fly when Brad and Alexis meet. Brad is the new heir to Reinehart Industries, and Alexis is a cynical college drop-out.
They live in completely different worlds, and under normal circumstances, their passionate encounters might have been shelved as "mistakes". But circumstances are far from normal, and Brad has plans that could change both their lives - if only he can convince Alexis to come along for the ride.
Extract:
"What do you think?" he asked at the end, his dark blue eyes piercing mine.
"It's a bit spooky without people," I said, and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a surprising low, belly laugh.
A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and muscular, his lips thin and delicate.
He took the folder and bag from my hands, and placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he asked, tilting his head.
I gulped and wondered what to say. My work was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?
His hands were on my face now, tilting my head back so that I met his eyes.
"There's something about you," he growled, "I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."
I felt one hand leave my face and slowly travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to wonder if this was all real.
As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine, his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of him…
Wait, what am I doing?
The thought hit me suddenly, and I wondered why I trusted this man. I should just scream and run out of here.
His fingers started to toy with my nipple, quickly making it stand up and strain against my lace bra. His lips left mine and began to chew my ear, nibbling at the soft flesh and licking the sensitive skin just below my earlobes. I felt his hand slide across to my other breast…
I hadn't realized we'd been moving, but now I felt myself pushed down onto one of the low tables. My brain tried to flicker to attention one final time: this is your last chance, it said.
I tried to lift myself up and push him off me, but his hands felt heavy on my shoulders. He began to kiss my neck, my skin burning wherever his lips touched me. He undid my buttons as he moved downwards, trailing his lips along as he parted the shirt. When he got to my navel, the shirt was gaping open, revealing my lace bra, my nipples visible through the thin fabric.
He raised his head and stared into my eyes, "You can leave if you really want to."
I felt sparks fly along my spine as our eyes met. My answer was obvious as both of us felt the electricity, and he ran his hand down my skirt. The hand retraced its movements, this time pulling my skirt up till it was hitched around my waist.
His fingers trailed along my inner thigh, setting my skin on fire, till they found my moist panties. His hand pressed down, and I moaned out loud, aching for more.
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