Hero: Daniel. Billionaire. Has had a crush on Monica since childhood. He considers her a friend…a friend he wants to do very dirty things to.

Heroine: Monica. Afraid of commitment. Has been told she is passionless. Decides to ask Daniel to service her…

Quietly engrossed with his expression of pure, unabashed lust, she watched him stroke an open hand up her stomach, then he circled his thumb around her belly button before he bent to lick.

Her breasts became heavy and swollen, the nipples straining pink and forward, and then Daniel set one slow, dry kiss on each wanton nipple tip. She was so aroused by the time he lifted his head, he could’ve set off a thousand fireworks inside her the very instant he penetrated her.

With heavy-lidded eyes, he gazed down at the apex between her legs, parting them nimbly with his hands, surveying the pink petals already glistening with arousal. “No problems making mental lists now, do we…?” he murmured.

He touched her slick lips with his fingertip, the touch sending new spirals of bliss surging through her.

She was aware of the fabric of his shirt caressing his skin as he moved, the way his cock pressed a bulge into his pants and almost touched her at the knee. She noticed the pair of candles she’d lit on her nightstands and suddenly felt like she flickered on the inside, deep inside, like them, slowly burning for him.

She watched him stand back and work on his belt. Him. Prince of the Windy City. She remembered him coming apart for her. Climaxing all raw and undone. In his clothes. Under her hand.

It hurt to remember, and she squirmed, her breathing suddenly going fast and needy as he pushed off his dark dress slacks, designer belt and all.

Her eyes blurred at the sight of his erection. Every square of his abdomen was perfect, his navel smooth and flat as it led to a blond thatch of curls, a shade darker than his hair, from where he rose magnificently upward. Her nipples became hard as diamonds, the flesh of her sex swelling as she watched him reach to the nightstand and pull out an ice cube shaped like a half moon from a glass of water she’d brought to her bedroom just after texting him.

Anticipation made her heart thunder as she watched him slide it into his mouth. Weak, she fell back on the bed as he bent over her, one of his knees wedged between both her thighs, his arms folded at the sides of her head. She shuddered when their lips locked and he passed the ice to her, hot and cold and liquid, into her mouth. Sensations rushed through her as their tongues worked around the ice to taste each other.

He drew it back from her with a gentle suckle, then took it in his fingers and set it down on one hard nipple, circling. She gasped, a chilling pleasure lancing through her. “Ohh.”

He did the same with the other nipple, watching with tenderly violent green eyes that ate her up like he could survive on the vision of her getting all worked up with arousal.

She bucked as the cold clashed with the heat inside her, creating a powerful combo that caused all the cells in her body to burst awake to the sensations. Her hands fisted on the bed sheets at her sides as a shiver raced, hot and cold, down her spine. “Ohhhhh.”

Following the ice, he bent his head and gently suckled, warming her cooled nipple with his mouth for one long, heady minute, before the ice returned. She clamped her teeth and tossed her head back, her pussy creaming in relentless need as the ice made contact with the heated flesh of her nipples again. “Are you thinking of anything … but the way the ice melts into your skin?”

Kept by Him by Red Garnier

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