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How To Catch A Billionaire(6)
Author: Helen Cooper

“They just don’t look very real.” His voice was even as he looked at her. “Sorry.”

“What do you mean they don’t look real?” I frowned at him and looked down at my chest.

“They just seem too big and perfect to be real.” His voice held doubt. “I mean, I’ve seen plenty of br**sts and these look fake to me.”

“Well, I can inform you that they are real.” I glared at him.

“Well, if you let me do the touch test, I can verify that.”

“The what?” I squinted at him. Did this guy think I was a fool?

“The touch test.” He leaned in close to me and slid his hand up my stomach and held it still just under my breast. “You see you can always feel if br**sts are real or fake.” He slid his hand up so that it was cupping my breast. I gasped and stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his gaze and how good his hands felt on me. “Real br**sts have a droop to them and,” he paused and pinched my nipple, which made me gasp, “when you pinch a real nipple the woman feels it.” His hand left my breast and he smiled. “I guess you were right and your br**sts are real.”

I came out of my reverie and slapped him across the face. “How dare you manhandle me like that?” I glared at him. “I don’t know what sort of whores you normally go for drinks with but I’m not one of them.”

He looked back at me silently but his eyes were glowing with mirth. “Sorry.” He picked up my hand and kissed it softly. “I’ll not touch them without permission again.”

“Good.” I sat back and crossed my legs. I could feel that my panties were moist and I rearranged my legs again. Bradley had made me horny and now all I could think about were his hands on my thighs again.

“So maybe you can decide what we talk about then?” His voice was low and I had a feeling he was laughing at me.

“Why don’t you tell me what you do for a living?” I looked at him curiously.

“A bit of this and a bit of that.”

“Great answer.” I sighed. He was really starting to irritate me and I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on me.

“So when did you graduate from college, Sarah?”

“Why?”

“I was wondering how old you were?” He smiled. “It might help me understand why you are so skittish.”

“I’m not skittish.” I glared at him.

“Most women I date are happy to feel my touch.” His mouth came down on mine and he kissed me again. I kept my mouth closed at first but as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, I opened it up and kissed him back with as much passion as I could. I got lost in the moment and pushed myself into him, running my hands over his chest and allowing his hands to roam all over my back. When we eventually separated, he looked at me and grinned. “I guess you showed me.”

I laughed at the look on his face. He was gorgeous. When again would I have the chance to hook up with someone so handsome? I thought back to my plan to tease him and then leave but realized that was something an immature person would do. Every fiber in my body was telling me to sleep with him. To have a one-night stand with him. I’d never have to see him again.

“I guess I did.” Without thinking, I pushed him back into the chair and leaned in to kiss him again. This time I didn’t hold back at all and allowed my hands to run down his jeans and over his crotch. I grinned as I felt his intake of breath. I may be young and slightly inexperienced but I wasn’t a prude. I’d watched plenty of movies to have a few tricks up my sleeves. When I eventually pulled back, Bradley looked at me with eyes full of lust.

“Spend the night with me,” he whispered in my ears. “Let me ravish you.”

I leaned back and looked at him, unsure of what to say. He could sense my hesitation and leaned in towards me. “Let me show you what it’s like to sleep with a man, and not a boy.” He took my hand and guided it to his jeans and rested it on his crotch. “Let me show you how a man can f**k you.” I gasped at his words and involuntarily grabbed his cock. It was hard beneath my touch. It felt hard and thick and long through his jeans and I felt my body melting inside. He was right about one thing. The guys I had been with before had just been boys; nothing about them had been particularly exciting. This man had me feeling wetter and hornier from a kiss than I’d had ever felt before in my life. I closed my eyes and made a decision.

“Okay.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I’ll spend the night with you.”

Chapter 4

As soon as I had spoken, Bradley had dropped some money on the table and jumped up, pulling me with him. We walked out of the bar without saying a word and Bradley hailed a cab. We sat in the car in silence. Bradley played with my hair and I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I’d never had a one-night stand before. I didn’t know what was expected or if I was experienced enough to satisfy him. The buzz I’d had gotten from my drink was long gone and now I wondered if I had jumped into something I shouldn’t have.

Bradley seemed to have read my mind because he pulled me in close for an embrace and I melted against his lips, once again feeling overcome by lust as I felt his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t even realize that we had arrived at his apartment until he pulled me out of the cab. I followed behind him in a daze and we locked lips again as soon as we got to his elevator. When we got to his floor, I realized he lived in the penthouse apartment. I wanted to ask him what he did for a living; he had to be pretty rich if he lived in a penthouse in Manhattan.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” I spoke breathlessly while looking around. His place was huge. Probably bigger than any houses I’d been in. And the view was amazing. “This is gorgeous.” I paused to look at him. “What do you do, Bradley?”

“Shh.” He placed a finger over my lips and pulled me towards him, crushing my br**sts into his chest. I let his lips silence me. I didn’t really want to know what he did. I didn’t want to know him as more than a moody man that I slept with once. I had a habit of getting too emotionally connected to guys. The less I knew the better. “Open your eyes.” He pulled away from me and stared deeply into my eyes. “I want you to know exactly who is making love to you tonight.”

“Uhm, don’t you mean f**king me?” The words tripped out of my mouth carelessly, feeling coarse and vulgar.

“I don’t f**k Sarah. I make love.” His voice was low and smooth. “I make sweet gentle love.” I stared at him in awe as he put one of my fingers into his mouth and sucked on it. I swear I nearly came right then and there.

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