The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (31 page)

Delicate and vibrant.
“And?”

“She has changed... I don’t know what else to say other than that.”

Changed by Jackson? Changed by her own accord? Jasmine had questions that she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to. Instead she lay down on the bed, curling her body around Ethan in an attempt to make those visions go away.

“I’m sorry if that disturbed you. But I didn’t see the point of hiding it from you.”

“Surely you must know that she’s unhappy.”

“How can you be so sure? Anyway, I know that Jackson is into more lifestyle type of things than I am, but as long as she wants it, I don’t say anything. In the beginning it was fun. We met her through another associate. She’s been a lifestyle submissive ever since she was younger. She’s older than you might take her for.”

“You like that, huh? A real submissive.”

Ethan smiled a little, but then wiped it away. “I do. But there are limits even I adhere to.”

“Like scooters?”

This time he couldn’t help but laugh. “When I hired you, I knew that it wasn’t your lifestyle.”

“The why did you hire me? You know, you’re a good looking rich single guy. All you had to do was ask me out, and I probably would’ve said yes. Why the acrobats?”

“Because I wanted you to know up front what kind of man I am.”

“You mean a selfish pervert who throws money at women to be his sex slave?”

He didn’t hold back in the kiss he gave her. “Yes. And here you are.”

Here I am.
Falling in love with this pervert.

And boy did she want him.

She fell forward into the next kiss, closing her eyes as she let herself fade away into the nothingness that he gave her. Not a blank, shallow nothingness, but a reprieve from her real-life. The one where she lived in almost unsanitary conditions and struggled every month to make ends meet. The one where she was lonely, even though she had friends. Those friends couldn’t fill certain holes in her heart. Not like Ethan could.

“Ethan?” Her fingers struggled to clutch the fabric of his shirt. “I want to try it. Whatever you like.”

To her surprise, he almost pulled away from her. “Are you sure?”

Yes, because I want to know what really goes on in your head before I decide to love you with no remorse.
“It’s why you hired me, isn’t it?”

He studied her, gazing into her eyes. A gaze from which she refused to look away. “Actually, I hired you so I could fuck you in the supply closet. You shut the door on that really quickly though. Thanks.”

Unexpectedly, Jasmine laughed. It was strange for him to remember that tidbit on the day she walked into his office and made her own terms of the contract. Perhaps she truly had made an impression on him.

Before her laughter died down, Ethan kissed her, the force of it pushing her deeper into the bed.

It was tender, but not gentle. Something Jasmine had been waiting for all day but was too cowardly to go after. She wanted him. Wanted him inside her, both physically and emotionally. To have both at the same time would probably break her.
I love this man.
How deep her love was didn’t matter. Perhaps it was based on infatuation and lust. After all, she barely knew him. But the more of him he showed her, the more she desired him in ways she could barely fathom.

His scent, his touch, his breath and his eagerness conspired to melt her. Jasmine could cry at how good she felt already. Let alone with Ethan surrounding her from every direction and whispering into her ear that he was going to give her the best she ever had.

A man with confidence was one thing. A man who could just as easily destroy her as well as change her life was another.

Ethan slipped off the bed and held her at a distance until she got the clue that she was to stay there. He walked to one of the chairs by the fireplace and sat down, his eyes never leaving her frame.

“Pleasure yourself. For me.”

“For me.”
He wanted to watch Jasmine, and then do who knew what.

She pushed herself up on her elbows with disbelief on her face. But Ethan was not looking at her in the same way. He was content, sitting arrogantly in his chair as he waited for Jasmine to get started.

The thing was, Jasmine wanted to. The idea of him gazing at her as she showed him how she liked to be touched and coddled was as attractive as taking the man himself into her arms. Yet in her head it was all different. She imagined Ethan caressing her, gazing upon her figure fondly and with an eagerness that said he couldn’t wait until it was his time to have a turn at her.
That’s the romantic version.
A day of falling in love, and now here she was back to seeing that calculating glare within Ethan’s eyes. He may be in casual clothes, but he was still in control.

“Well?”

Jasmine looked down at her body and wondered why he would want to watch her touch herself.
Well he is a man.
But he could have her. Right now. The anticipation was killing Jasmine, and she could barely wait to…

She could barely wait to show him.

Even though she felt so small beneath that ruthless stare, Jasmine found the confidence to lift her shirt up, fingers dancing at the edges of her breasts while Ethan smiled.
Jerk wanted to shower with me.
Originally Jasmine had taken it as a moment of affection, but now she knew that he probably just wanted to see her naked. Well, the feeling was mutual. She lifted up her shirt and grabbed her breasts, absolutely sure that this was the right thing to do.

“Good.” Ethan rubbed his mouth as if he were forcing back a slew of other words.
Dirty words?
She was willing to tempt him. “More.”

Way ahead of you.
Jasmine already had her hand over the seams of her shorts, pressing against where her slit would be. She didn’t expect it to make her writhe, and yet here she was, letting out a pitiful moan every time she thought about it.

“What a tease.” Ethan was fidgeting like a man about to go mad. “Get to it.”

That bite in his voice riled Jasmine up to the point of no return. She pushed down her shorts until her mound was exposed to Ethan’s famished eyes, and her fingers found her wetness with no effort at all.

“Oh…” Her body jerked against the bed as she touched herself, her other hand pinching her breast like she would at home, alone.
I’ve done it too.
Back then she wasn’t proud to think it. But in those first three weeks when Ethan asked nothing of her, Jasmine had spent more than one night in bed by herself thinking of him.
Touching myself to those thoughts.
Her fantasies were never as good as the reality.

Before Ethan could demand it, she slid her bottoms off, letting them drop to the floor as her legs spread before him. Ethan watched, attentive, and Jasmine could hear his breaths become heavier even from across the room.

She stopped as a jolt of pleasure surprised her. “Keep going,” Ethan urged. “Wouldn’t want you to be unprepared for me.”

Asshole.
Yet the thought of him sauntering over and giving it to her made her fingers work harder. She didn’t even look at him now – why bother, when she could stare at the back of her eyelids while appreciating how good her own hand felt?

That’s why she had no idea Ethan had gotten out of his chair to come over until she opened her eyes again… and saw him standing before her spread legs.

Jasmine eased back on the intensity as she watched him pull his shirt over his head and let it drop on top of her shorts. He didn’t have to take off his pants for her to see how erect he already was within. Lying there, legs spread open and her hand on her clit, Jasmine damn well knew she was teetering on the edge of insanity.

“My flower.” Ethan took her dominant hand, wet with her arousal, and brought it up to his mouth. His tongue sucked each of her fingers individually, pushing into the webs of her skin as his bottom lip kissed her palm. The way he did this, as if it were the most erotic thing he ever conceived, made Jasmine hold her breath.

“You like how that tastes?”

Her fingers tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He let her hand drop to the bed as he helped her remove the T-shirt. Naked, Jasmine waited for him to mount her and take her to that place she had wanted since the car ride that morning.

Naturally, Ethan had other plans for her.

His pants came down, revealing his half-erect cock. Urging her to sit still as he climbed onto the bed, Ethan straddled her stomach, hands on her breasts while his erection rested on her bare abdomen.

“Do you want me to do it?”

Such rhetorical questions were merely games now. He wanted her to think about it, to consider the options carefully before she answered. And she would always answer correctly. “Yes.” Jasmine lifted her head and her hips in an appeal to get him to slide forward.

He teased her with his tip, pushing against the underside of her breasts.

She waited for it. To feel him push between her breasts and use her that way. But instead Ethan pulled back, his hand on his shaft as he sat on his legs and urged Jasmine to sit up.

Ethan lied down on his bed, letting Jasmine loom over him as he got comfortable against the pillow. “Go on. Take it.”

“Again?”

“Did I stutter?”

Jasmine shook her head, and then lowered it to meet the musk of his body.

He was always so full in her hand, and he was always firm against her lips. With kisses to his base, then his thigh, then his abdomen, Jasmine gradually loosened up before taking his tip into her mouth.

“Good girl.” Ethan placed his hand on her rear and let his fingers burrow into her flesh. “Just like you did it in the car today.” His breath was becoming more ragged. “Don’t hold back.”

Her mouth was full with him, tasting his arousal as he became harder beneath her touch.
This is nothing like back in the car.
Back then she did it on a whim, because she was so taken in by the moment that she wanted to pleasure him then and there. This was an order. One she gladly obeyed.

She could tell that he was close already. His grunts were frequent, his hand rough on her ass, and his hips almost uncontrolled as they rose to meet her mouth.
He’ll either toss me onto my back or finish himself here.
Jasmine didn’t mind either way, as long as she got hers.

But that was assuming this was a normal round for them. No, she had asked for a different kind of Ethan that night. One who tugged on her hair and said dirty things to her.

“You’re a natural.” His hand went from nurturing to tight in less than a second as he stroked her cheek “Almost too good.”

Jasmine faltered, only because she thought that was a character judgment at first.
What’s he implying?
She let up on her motions, letting her tongue twirl around his tip as her hand loosened around the shaft. The look she sent him was almost defiant.
You think I’m like that?
Her eyes still locked on his, she grabbed him firmly and lowered her mouth half his length. He pushed against her throat, rubbed against the roof of her mouth, and certainly rolled against her tongue. Ethan was the one who broke their eye contact.
Not me.
He gave the orders, but she controlled this moment.

Too much control, apparently, for Ethan said, “You enjoying that?”

With her mouth full, all Jasmine could do was moan. Short, quiet, but to the point.

“You’d like something else though, right?”

Jasmine used her free hand to touch herself, her fingers disappearing into her body as she showed Ethan what she wanted.
Now.
First she had to make him think it was his idea.

It worked. He urged her to sit up while he followed suit. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and kissed her; she wrapped her hand around his cock again.
He’s so hard.
Jasmine stroked his skin as he moved his lips to her throat. Then she was falling, down against the bed with Ethan Cole moving on top of her.

He teased her slit with his tip, one hand holding her down by the shoulder while the other curled into a fist beside her head. “Want it, my flower?”