He scooted closer, his mouth inches away. “I know. I only offered you money to try to make you feel as badly as me when I was afraid that the only reason you were there was the promise of a big payday.”
“Money brought me through the door. But after I gave you the fantasy in the library, it was never about money again. I just wanted to help you.”
“I missed you,” he breathed against her lips, not daring a full kiss yet. “I don’t want you to leave again. Every day without you there to torment me was miserable.”
“Good. Because I don’t plan to let you escape my wicked clutches any time soon.”
As she deepened the kiss, his lips trembled against hers. She threaded her fingers into his hair and rolled onto her back. He rose up on his elbow and looked down into her eyes. “The Mistress is going to let me have the dominant position?”
“Trust me, cupcake, I can dominate you while flat on my back with both hands tied behind my back. Though I think you might enjoy having your hands tied way more than I will.”
“Prove it.”
Giving him a slow, confident smile, she lifted her hands up and laced her fingers behind her head. “Get that thick cock inside me. Now.”
He stared at her a moment, eyes wide.
“Did you hear what I said, cupcake? I want your cock. Get busy fucking me or get the hell out of my bed.”
With a low groan, he climbed on top of her but didn’t push inside her. Evidently he thought she needed a little stimulation, because his fingers went searching and found her drenched pussy. Keeping her voice deep and husky, she whispered in his ear. “I’ve been wet since the moment I saw you bound with lights. I don’t need you to eat me out or stroke my tight, hot cunt. I want your cock deep and hard as fast as you can give it to me.”
He growled out a wordless curse and plunged deep. Moaning, she lifted her legs and locked her thighs around him. “Keep your eyes open while you fuck me.”
His feverish eyes locked with hers, sweat darkening his hair and slicking his forehead. “I’ve used your fantasy every night since you left,” he panted, straining harder against her. “Sometimes twice. And I still think I’m going to explode too soon.”
“No. You won’t. You won’t come until I tell you.”
“Are you sure?”
She arched her back and tipped her chin up, lifting her breasts. “Positive.”
Without needing an order, he buried his face against her breasts. He bit down hard on her nipple, sending a hot wave of need straight down to her core. She rocked her hips, adjusting the angle until she had her clit pressed hard against him. “There. Now push deep, as hard as you can, and grind on me. Harder. You’re not going to hurt me.”
Every swirl of his hips worked her clit, making her tremble and twitch beneath him. The louder she got, the harder he pressed against her. Close, so close, she gripped her fingers tighter, resisting the urge to rake her nails across his back. “Enough foreplay,” she growled out. “Shove that cock into me as hard and fast as you can go.”
He reared back, making her writhe as he pulled out of her inch by inch. He thrust deep with a grunt, but she shook her head and glared at him. “Shove. That Cock. Hard. Try to crack me apart.”
Shoulders corded with effort, he thrust so hard she saw stars. “Yes. Fuck. Fuck me, Harvey. Don’t stop until I scream.”
Closing her eyes, she sank into the feel of him sweating and straining on top of her. Denying his own need, obeying her every command. She clenched down hard on him and let herself go as high as he could send her. The first wave of the climax slammed her down hard like a tsunami wave pounding her into the surf. Her breath whooshed out, and he shoved deep again, making her suck in a deep breath so she could yell. “Now. Harvey. Fuck. Now!”
He heaved against her and came with a low, vicious cry that made her smile. Panting, he dropped against her, sweaty and gross but she didn’t mind. Much.
“See? No hands.”
He laughed out a groan and lifted his head. “Want me to get off you?”
“No. But I can tell you’ve been resting and eating better. You’re heavy.”
His eyes flared with mock outrage. “Are you saying I’m fat?”
“Of course not, cupcake. Shut up and kiss me.”
He pressed his mouth to hers and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Groaning, he sucked on her tongue. His cock thudded inside her, more than ready to go again.
A Christmas carol started playing and a massive tree in the corner lit up, illuminating the entire room. With a low growl, he jerked his head up and covered his eyes. “What the hell?”
Laughing, she sat up. The tree was gorgeous if rather pretentious with huge gold balls and merrily blinking lights that raced in fancy rippling waves up and down its impressive eight-foot-tall length. “It must be on a timer.”
“I fucking hate Christmas,” he said in his grouchiest voice. “But I fucking love you.” She jerked her head around and started to shake her head, but he leaned close and pressed his forehead to hers. “Don’t tell me it’s too soon. I damned well know what I want, and I want you. I might not be the nicest man you know, but I’ll be the meanest, baddest Christmas-hater in town just for you.”
Blinking back tears, she cupped his face in her hands. “You’re certainly the richest. And the sexiest, bossiest, most arrogant…” She stumbled to a halt, her heart demanding that she tell him the truth. “And I guess I fucking love you too.”
He grinned and gave her a hard, quick kiss. “Will you sail with me?”
“Anywhere.”
About the Author
Joely Sue Burkhart has always loved heroes who hide behind a mask, the darker and more dangerous the better. Whether cool, sophisticated billionaire, brutal bloodthirsty assassin, or simply a man tortured by his own needs, they all wear masks to protect themselves. Once they finally give you a peek into the passionate, twisted secrets they’re hiding, they always fall hard and fast. Dare to look beneath the mask with delicious BDSM in a wide variety of genres with Joely on her website, www.joelysueburkhart.com. If you’d like to know when her next book is available, you can sign up for her newsletter at www.joelysueburkhart.com/newsletter.
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That was a long time ago. They both married and moved on. She has three adult children settling down with their own families. Besides, it was just a kiss. One kiss.
One unforgettable kiss that brought Jebadiah to his knees at her feet.
Now he’s back in town and determined to finally, once and for all, tell her how much he’s loved her all these years. Or, even better, show her by going to his knees once more. If she’ll only give him the chance.
Warning: Friends to lovers, older characters with a second chance at love, and a hard-as-nails matriarch who finally succumbs to a forty-year-old unrequited love.
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The Billionaire’s Christmas Bargain
Copyright © 2015 by Joely Sue Burkhart
ISBN: 978-1-61923-285-3
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