The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (19 page)

“Do you want me, Jasmine?”

God, the way he said her
name! She could listen to it all night, purring into her ear in that growl of his that made her wetter than any of her exes combined. This man knew what he was doing. “Yes.” It came out as a pitiful moan. But how could she help it?

“What do you want me to do?”

Even though she couldn’t see, she knew that he strained for her against his trousers. He always strained when she was about to do something or get some.
It’s foreplay for him.
Foreplay for her as well! Knowing that a man like Ethan Cole almost burst his zipper to get to her was one hot thought. “Fuck me.” She lifted her hips, wishing he would give it to her like he did that first night.
I had never come so hard, or so hard since…
Jasmine was more worked up than she had any right to be. She could feel her arousal betraying how ready she was between her thighs. “Please. Fuck me.”

She heard it. His zipper came undone. Such a quiet sound, and yet it ripped through her with the news that she was about to get it. She may have been blindfolded, but Jasmine knew that he was erect, hard, and in need of some relief himself. She imagined him kneeling between her legs, one hand around his shaft as his thumb rubbed his head.
Oh God oh God oh God!
What was taking him so long? Jasmine longed to hear that tell-tale sound of plastic ripping open.

Instead, she felt something hard press against the top of her slit, the rest of Ethan’s body making the bed sink beneath Jasmine’s as he leaned forward.

“Ethan?” The head of his cock, bare and wet against her tender skin, pushed between the folds of her slit. Her clit was glad to feel it, but the rest of her jerked back. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t tell her to relax. Nor did he pretend that this was totally innocent. “Now what kind of girl would you be if this happened?”

A pregnant one!
“But I’m not…”

“Remember what I said at dinner?” Oh, right. A vasectomy. But could Jasmine believe it? Did she trust this man enough to do that? “If you really don’t want me to, I won’t. Just say the word. But I have a good feeling that the thought appeals to you as much as it does to me.”

Jasmine didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to admit that the idea of Ethan Cole taking her like that made her flare up in arousal. His tip rubbed against her clit again, and something trickled down beneath her body.
I’m so ready.
Her body begged for it. It begged her to let him, to throw caution to the wind and believe this man when he said it would be safe. Her sex-addled brain agreed. She wanted to feel it. Feel
him.
Jasmine wanted to know what it was like for this man to not only share his skin with her, but also what happened when… “Yes.”

“Yes what?” His voice was deeper than usual.
Oh God, I’m so ready.

“I want your cock.”

His hand tightened against her chest, putting more pressure on her throat. “And what about what’s inside it?”

“That too.”

It was wrong. Jasmine wasn’t supposed to be that careless. Trusting a man she barely knew like that… throwing caution to the wind.
I crossed that bridge a long time ago.
Now she faced another one: giving herself to him
like that.

“Hmm.” The head of his cock grinded against her clit, making her twist her hips and whimper between two pursed lips. It then teased her opening. Jasmine sucked in her breath, preparing to feel Ethan slip inside her and send them both over the point of no return. “But then what would that make you?”

Seriously? Isn’t he about to burst yet?
Most men would be famished to fuck her by now. At the word go they would be already three, four inches deep into her and thrusting as if their very lives depended on it, the bastards.

But Jasmine knew what he wanted her to say. He wanted her to use the word that she had been thinking from the moment she signed that contract.

“A whore.”

From the way Ethan backed away a few inches, Jasmine could tell that he was not expecting that word in particular. “Well then.”

“I am, aren’t I? You pay me to let you fuck me. And you know what? I like it. I like it when you take me like an animal and make me tear apart my pillow with my teeth. I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me past the point of no return. Don’t hold back. I’m your whore.”

The silence was telling. Jasmine remained blindfolded and bound to the headboard, her legs spread wide open as her thighs became wetter with each passing second.
I meant it.
She wanted Ethan to share that part of him with her. She wanted to know what it felt like to have him fill her with his body and his seed. She trusted him. Against her better judgment she trusted this man who paid her for whatever he wanted.
Now don’t make me regret it.

“Whore, huh?” It almost sounded like disdain in his voice. “Is that what you want me to call you?”

Really? He was letting her call that shot? Jasmine had been prepared to be called whatever the hell he wanted to call her. His whore. His slut. His bitch. His dirty doll or whatever the hell men called the women they used and discarded when they got bored. She was even okay with that. It could be hot in these extreme situations. But the way he backed away from those words killed the fantasy on her end as well. “No,” she finally said. “Talk dirty to me. Ride me without a fucking saddle. Fill me up all you want tonight, tomorrow, every time we do it. But don’t call me your whore.”

She could almost see him smiling through her blindfold. “Then what do I call you? Besides your name, of course.”

It only took her a few seconds to come up with something. After all, her name was Jasmine, and with it came certain connotations that few let her forget. “Flower.”

“Flowers are plucked and will wilt.”

“I won’t wilt. But you can damn well pluck the shit out of me.”

That pressure returned to her throat; his cock returned to her slit.
You better get started or I’ll scream.
“My flower. Can I call you a slut too?”

“Knock yourself out.”

His grip tightened. “Do you like it? Do you like being a slut, my flower?”

“Only for you.”

Ethan kissed her after that, his lips eager to meld with hers as he pushed his hands against her and teased her opening with the tip of his cock. She muttered against his lips how much she needed him right now, how ready she was, how in tune with his motions she wanted to be. Her center felt as if it did nothing but release her tension and get nothing in return. Where was her reward?

His mouth wandered to her breasts, sucking on them as his hands pulled away the torn dress from her body. But before he could reach her stomach, he sat up, untied one of her arms, and flipped her over so her knees hit the bed and her ass bumped into the air. Ethan pulled her legs open, leaned over her body, and growled, “Don’t hold back how much you like it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Jasmine had plenty of opportunity to share her enthusiasm the moment Ethan thrust into her.

“Shit!” Her free hand clutched the back of the bed as her hips rocked against Ethan’s. He was bare. Not just his cock, but also his waist, his legs, even his torso as he pushed against her body. She hadn’t heard him take off his clothes, besides pulling himself out of his trousers, and yet here they were, naked and going at it.

His groans were louder than hers, echoing in the penthouse bedroom as he used the brunt of his strength to fuck her hard and good.
Just like I said I wanted it.
Jasmine clamped down on her bottom lip as she let a moan reverberate in her throat. Ethan’s hands were everywhere, on her sides, cupping her breasts, holding her shoulders, pushing into her hips… he couldn’t decide how he wanted to grip her, and it was driving her mad.

“Faster!” she cried, slapping her free hand over his when it went back to her hip.

He was on top of her again, his cock slipping out of her before he managed to get the tip back into her again. It stayed there, taunting her, his slickness mingling with hers. “What do you say?” Ethan was holding so much back. For her, and this moment.

More arousal came out of her now that he had opened the way. Jasmine whimpered into the bedding, her hips sore but willing to keep going until they both got what they wanted. “Please,” she whispered, suddenly aware of how vulnerable she was. “Please fuck me, Ethan.”

He pushed farther, his skin a delight within her. “I would love to, my flower.”

My flower.
It sounded stupid in her head, but coming from Ethan’s voice – especially as he pulled her bottom half up and pounded into her – it was a pure term of endearment.
I chose that name.
Not him. He chose this moment, but she chose the words coming out of his mouth. “Yes! Like that!” He was deep within her, sliding his cock into her inner recesses that had only been touched like that once before.
Over the edge of his desk.
She wanted it. To hear more of his words. “Don’t stop… don’t stop
talking.
”

Ethan’s voice was almost as powerful at undoing her as his cock was. Her body may open to accommodate his girth, but it was his voice melting her heart within her chest and making her brain turn to mush. Low. Deep. Full of his passion for this moment and his ardor for her, however fleeting it was.

He called her names. Told her how dirty and shameful she was for wanting him to do these things to her.
Yes, yes, tell me more.
“You like it when men mount you like a bitch?” he asked, his voice full of venom as he tugged on her hair and made her gasp in shock. “Any man?”

“No! Only you!” Jasmine was losing it. The sex was making her say things she didn’t mean. Surely she didn’t
mean
that only Ethan could do this to her.
Come already!
She was on the brink and needed him to push into her, over her, within her.

His hands gripped the soft flesh of her ass as he took her harder and faster, his breath ragged and the sounds of their sex hammering in Jasmine’s ear. Thoughts dissipated from her brain. She was going to come, and she wanted her mind to be full of nothing but pleasure, the sensations of their union, and the sounds of Ethan Cole’s voice grunting and groaning and telling her what a shameless slut she was.

With a mighty lurch and a moan that shook the bed, Ethan pulled out and spent himself on the small of her back. The warmth of his seed spilled across her skin as Jasmine stared into the back of her blindfold, shocked that he had wasted himself on her instead of within her.
I wanted it…
And now he was marking her instead.

She whipped off the blindfold and craned her head over her shoulder, where a disheveled and breathless billionaire was rubbing out the last of his orgasm. His release, abundant and still coming out in generous amounts, landed on and slipped down her skin, wrapping around her sides and being pulled to her mound. Ethan firmly gripped the base of his cock until he finally collapsed to his knees.

Jasmine was still too shocked for words.
That’s it?
All that build up and all she got was some cum on her back?
That was supposed to be in me, damnit!
She used her free hand to untie the other, his instructions be damned. She wasn’t even placated when Ethan began kissing the dry parts of her skin as if he were somehow going to dote on her now.

I’m not done.
Her body ached for more, to feel this man inside her, guiding her to orgasm as she so rightfully deserved now.
Get hard again, asshole.
But why had he chosen to pull out at the last moment? They were already well beyond the point of no return when it came to certain concerns. They both said they wanted it to happen – for them to experience that lustful sensation of man and woman joining in such a way. Damnit, Jasmine was downright indignant. She tossed her hair over her back, slightly turned her body so his seed dripped down her lines and contours, and said his name.

He was still panting when he eased her onto her back, getting himself all over his nicely made bed. Jasmine almost protested until she realized that he was easing her legs open again, his eager lips kissing her throat over and over until they came back to her mouth. His tongue dashed into her, wrestling with hers, plunging deep into her throat as his body encompassed hers.

It was slow and gentle like this for many minutes. Jasmine sighed, her body still lying in want for what was owed to her, what this man had failed to deliver. “Ethan.” She said his name again and again into his mouth, wanting to berate him. But then his tongue would caress her lips, or her lips would fold against his tongue, and suddenly they were content, her legs relaxing against the bed as his cock pushed against her thigh, half-erect again.