Billionaire's Pet 3 by Christa Wick Page B

an imperious tone. “Why are you here?”
    Confusion wrinkled Katelyn’s brow. Her gaze tracked left, down the long corridor that led toward the kitchen then she caught herself. Griffin refrained from looking down the hall. Someone had brought Katelyn to his door. The cameras would tell him later just who had been so bold, but he would bet half his fortune on Claire having done so. With no children of her own, she thought Griffin needed mothering.
    He closed his eyes for a few calming seconds. He didn’t need Claire’s good intentions. He needed to be alone, without any meddling staff and certainly without the soft, pliant beauty staring expectantly at him with soulful, aching eyes.
    “I did not summon you, if that is what you were told.”
    A quiver trembled and died across her bottom lip in the space of a second. She lifted her chin then shrugged.
    Unable to read the message buried in that shrug, his hand tightened on the door knob. “I can’t exactly play with you in this state like I bargained for, can I?”
     
    Another quiver flashed and was gone. Katelyn gave a slight shake of her head then her face went dead. “You’re right. I can’t satisfy the contract if injured.
    I’ll collect my clothes and leave.”
    “No.” He caught himself before his voice turned desperate. Ten seconds ago, he wanted her out of his house, now he wanted his arms around her, her face tilted up to receive his kisses. He needed time to decide which impulse would lead him to the right choice. “You can’t walk that far so soon and I’m in no mood to carry you.”
    Stepping back, he opened the door and gestured her inside. “You will rest then return to your room.”
    She started to shake her head but then he saw her gaze freeze. He knew by the angle that she had spotted the blank canvas. Without remarking on it or the paints readied and waiting, she moved into the room and took a seat on the divan. Placing the cane on the floor, she laid back and laced her fingers low across her stomach.
    Seeing the shake that ran through Katelyn’s hands, Griffin shut the door and locked it. He would wait a little longer before sending her away. Perhaps he would still call Martinique and arrange for a late evening indulgence, burning away his weakness for Katelyn with the pliant mouths and cunts of paid lovers.
    Maybe that would clear his head.
    Yes. Deciding the matter, he nodded as he crossed the room to stand by the divan. He would fuck Martinique’s comely subs until his dick was too worn to become rigid at the thought or sight of the beautiful pet trembling before him in his library.
    Intent on not looking at Katelyn’s face, Griffin’s gaze drifted down her body.
    Her nervous hands clutched the vertical hems of the robe. He had left her in the bathroom that morning with instructions and supplies for removing the downy fur of her sex. She would have obeyed, which meant her mound was hairless beneath the robe.
    No reason he couldn’t take a brief look before he returned to his study and called Martinique. No reason at all.
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    Katelyn watched Griffin’s fingertips skim the silk surface of her robe. Reaching her forearm, he redirected his touch until he reached her hands. Finding the edge of the robe’s front panel, he pulled lightly. “Show me how smooth you made yourself, pet.”
    She drew her bottom lip in, biting and wetting it before it slid across her teeth in retreat. Forcing her hands to relax, she parted the robe’s folds to display her bald pussy. Kneeling next to her, Griffin closed his eyes, lowered his head and brushed his lips back and forth against her flesh.
    “Hold the sides of the couch.”
    Slowly, she complied. When he had curtly instructed her to remove the hair that morning before stiffly leaving the room, she had doubted he would return. An entire afternoon had passed, each hour deepening her conviction that Griffin was finished with her. Joy had leapt inside her chest when Claire had appeared to