How Not To Be Seduced By Billionaires - Plot & Excerpts
When you say ‘no’, he will think you are saying ‘never’. Constantijin half carried me to his couch, dropping himself on it and I landed on his lap sideways without our kiss breaking. “You drive me insane with wanting, schat.” “You, too,” I gasped, arching as his lips left a trail of kisses and nibbles on my neck. He twisted me around on his lap, leaving me lying with my back against his chest, legs spread open with his in between. I moaned when I felt his hand pulling my tucked blouse free from my skirt. And then he was cupping me, pushing my bra away almost angrily so that his hands could completely cover my flesh. “Constantijin.” “I want a going-away gift,” he said as he started tweaking my nipples. “What?” I managed to ask, finding it so hard to concentrate when he pinched my nipples rather hard. “I want to see you come before I go.”
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