The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel by Georgia Carre (readict .TXT) 📕

From the bedside table he takes a condom and quickly rolls it onto his dick. He guides his hardness to my entrance and gently pushes himself in. I gasp. He seems even bigger and thicker than I remember. Maybe it’s because I’m still swollen from the last time he was inside me.

He kisses me softly, teasingly, and looks deep into my eyes as he pushes forward, watching my reaction as he slowly enters me inch by glorious inch, stretching me until I’m sure I can’t take more, and yet there is more of him to go in.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod. Already my body has adjusted.

He begins thrusting then, deep, sure thrusts. Again and again, until my eyes roll back in my head with the unbearable pleasure, and my mouth open to emit a cry of pure wonderment. I can’t believe I am being so loud, but I can’t be quiet.

True passion, true pleasure.

He rests on his forearms, and his weight feels heavy and welcome. I wrap my legs around him tightly and push my body upwards to drive him further inside me. I want all of him, always. Forever. Of course, that isn’t possible, but I’m in a fantasy, a dream. And when you’re dreaming everything is allowed. Even wishing this was for always.

Gently, I lick away the sweat from his throat and listen as he whispers my name against my neck. It’s all so sweet, so impossibly perfect. Our bodies work together, moving as one, until we lose control and dissolve into frenzied bucking, crying out each time our bodies slam together.

“Yes!” I scream as I explode, my muscles clenching him like a fist.

I barely understand when he climaxes. I’m that far gone.

Raine

It is a crazy night. We hardly sleep. All night long we go at it. Even when we are so exhausted our eyes close without our knowledge, we sleep only fitfully, and reach for each other soon after. Until I do not know what is dreams of him and what we truly did. The room reeks of our lust.

Finally, when dawn is in the sky we fall into a deep sleep. I wake up to the feeling of a mouth between my legs. I widen my thighs and moan softly at the delicious heat of his tongue. Once I have climaxed he fills me all over again.

I watch him until he goes over the edge. It is beautiful to watch him lose control. To know I made that happen. To know right now, there is nothing else in his mind except me.

“Do you have a high-necked top?” he whispers in my ear.

I turn to look in his eyes. “Yes, but I might not wear it.”

He smiles. “Good. You have exactly thirty minutes before your personal shopper arrives.”

“Look, Konstantin. If it’s all right with you. I really prefer not to shop. It’s not that I’m not grateful to you for taking the trouble to arrange everything, but I’ll feel better if I don’t take advantage of your incredible generosity. For me you have already done more than I could ever have prayed for. It is enough.”

“Nobody gave you the rule book, did they?”

“What rule book?”

“When you get invited to spend the weekend in London by a billionaire, the shopping trip is included in the deal. You don’t get to refuse.”

I bite my lip. “Are you always this generous?”

His answer is brief. “No.”

“Then why now?”

“Because you need riding gear, something nice to wear to dinner this evening, and something very, very sexy that I can tear off your body tonight.” He slaps my rump. “Now, off you go before I change my mind and fuck you again.”

I jump out of bed laughing. Naked as the day I was born I head towards the door. There is more sway to my hips than normal. Let him watch and thirst. Then my foot steps on something next to his discarded jacket. I stop and pick it up. It is a USB stick. Holding it up I turn around.

“Is this what Lan—”

I stop abruptly because he has sat bolt upright in bed. That lazy indulgent expression in his eyes has completely disappeared and in its place a shocking intensity as his forefinger flies towards his mouth in a shhhh gesture.

He bounds out of bed, takes the stick from my hand and says, “Have a lovely time. I will explain when we get to my house this afternoon.”

I stare at his intense face in shock. It is like stroking a tame cat and having it suddenly turn into a wild tiger. He presses my arm as if reassuring me, or just encouraging me to go along with whatever was going on. Shocked by the lightning fast change in him, and by the mystery of what is truly going on, I can only nod dumbly, and walk away towards the other bathroom, where all my toiletries still are.

As I shower I think about the USB stick and what could possibly be in it that is so secret it cannot even be spoken aloud about. Why did he silence even my innocent question? Does he think we are being surveilled? Is someone listening to us? What is he involved with?

By the time my hair is dried I am no wiser. As I pull my shoes on, the bell goes. I quickly rush out of the room and open the door. A small woman with a big smile is standing outside.

“Ah, you must be Raine. I’m Jane Barrymore, your stylist for the day.”

“Hi, Jane. Er… come in. Would you like to have coffee or something?”

She glances at her watch. “No, I’ve had breakfast. I was thinking we could hit the shops running.”

“Yeah, sure. Can we stop at a Starbucks or something?”

“Of course,” she says with another massive smile.

For the next three hours we hit the shops, but shopping with Jane is a whole other experience. She takes me into air-conditioned, high-end boutiques where all the sales assistants