Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) by Deana Farrady

for a week. No, too implausible. Too scandalous."
    "I didn't think of that," she admitted.
    "I can't keep my hands off you," he said, spreading his palm up her back and around to smother a breast. "Whose brilliant idea was this?"
    "I could put on a bra." The thought of wearing a bra and no panties was somehow worse than being naked, though.
    "But I'd know they're there, sticking out like little sugar cones. No, this is good for me, to have you prancing around my home in the buff. People are always telling me things fall into my lap too easily."
    "I fell into your lap pretty easily," she pointed out.
    "Yes, but you jumped right back out again."
    "They fixed the elevator."
    "And you ran away like the hounds of hell were chasing you." He kissed her clavicle.
    "Cheesecake," she said, panicking because he was moving south and she had the awful feeling he was going to…
    He did. His tongue sipped her nipple up, right into his mouth.
    "You are," he said caressingly when he lifted his head a few minutes later. "You totally are. Sweet and delicious."
    "I can't bear it when you do that," she said. "I ache between my legs. It's like something's pinching me."
    "Good." He stood back suddenly. "What do I do first?"
    Janey gasped at being abruptly let go. She stared vaguely around. "Ah. I guess…I need an apron. It's in my suitcase in the bedroom."
    "Go fetch it, then come back here. I want to be the one to put it on you."
    Janey had been looking forward to the idea that she could wear something to preserve her modesty while teaching Nyall how to cook. It turned out that bib aprons, even unisex white professional ones, were not designed to serve any function remotely related to modesty.
    "I wondered," Nyall said with satisfaction as he rotated her body around in front of him. "I hope we don't have to boil water. It would be a shame to risk these getting scalded." He pinched both nipples sticking out to either side of the stark white rectangle.
    "I thought the bodice would cover them," Janey said, squirming.
    "Alas, no. I like the rear view, too."
    "Stop," she said. "I can't concentrate when you do that."
    He tilted his head. "We have a problem, Janey."
    "What?"
    "You agreed to do everything I said regarding sex, and I agreed to do everything you said regarding cooking."
    "Yes, so?"
    "So, what happens when I tell you to stand still and let me fondle your nipples to my heart's content and you tell me to stop fondling them and crack some eggs?"
    "I win is what happens," she said sternly.
    He smiled broadly, with real amusement. "How about we both obey? And see where it takes us."
    "That doesn't sound safe. This is cooking, after all."
    "Are cheesecakes that hazardous?" He seemed impressed.
    "Um…hand mixers could be, maybe possibly. And ovens really are."
    "I think," he said, "We'll use a safe word."
    "Safe word?"
    "Today let's make it…avocado. You're allowed to question, nay, even deny my sexual orders if you say 'avocado.'"
    "Avocado."
    "But you can't abuse it. I want to be able to tease you, Janey," he said seriously. "I want to turn you on. By the time that cheesecake is done, I want you moaning and begging me to allow you underwear because your pussy is dripping onto my nice clean floor."
    "Oh."
    "Which means you do what I say. So let's test this."
    "Um."
    "I'm going to sit down on this chair and suckle your tits for a while. After that you can start telling me what to do."
    Since she couldn't respond to his statement with anything sensible, she didn't even try. She just nodded.
    She stood there while Nyall did what he'd said he would. His tongue and lips pulled at her nipples, first one at a time, switching back and forth between them and rolling with two fingers whichever one he'd abandoned. "Pointy," he murmured. Then he coddled her breasts together and, while she watched in stunned amazement, slipped both nipples into his mouth at once and sucked on them together. She didn't even know something like that could be done. That made