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

her all but run in place. When he finally released her breasts, they were glistening, the nipples red and jutting forward, and Janey was twisting and trembling from head to foot.
    "Now," he said huskily. "What do I do?"
    Take my virginity. This instant.
    "Um…you cream the cheese with the sugar."
    "How do I do that?" He stood up and adjusted himself in his jeans.
    "Uh…" She had to get a grip. However overstimulated her body was, she trusted that Nyall knew what he was doing. If he thought she needed more time and for things to move slowly, it was probably true.
    But she seriously considered jumping on him anyway.
    "You're looking at me funny," he said. "Do I have something on my nose?"
    "You are a maddening man," Janey said. "I can't think of anything except sex at the moment."
    "Now you're getting the idea. So…what do I use?"
    She took a deep breath. "First you get a big mixing bowl. Then you take these packages of cream cheese and open them. Use a measuring cup to…"
    Twenty minutes later, Nyall turned off the hand mixer and tipped the bowl so she could see its contents. He looked so proud of himself Janey had to smile. He dipped his finger in the golden mixture and lifted it to his mouth to take a taste.
    She stopped him. "No. There's raw egg in that. If it were straight from the farm, I'd maybe say go ahead, but this was just from the supermarket down the street."
    He paused, struck. "I forgot. How did you pay for all those groceries today?"
    "With my credit card," she said, testing the texture of the mixture with a wooden spoon. "It's okay. I'm eating this stuff too and besides, treating you is the least I can do given what you're doing for—"
    She was spun around so fast she dropped the spoon on the floor. "Janey," he said cuttingly. "Don't say it."
    Her eyes widened. "What? I was just going to say that if you're being nice enough to give up your vacation for me I should pay for—"
    He took each of her hands in his and held them pinned behind her on the countertop. " I'm paying for our food. Having you here is not a favor to you. You're here because I want to fuck you."
    "That's not true," she said hotly. "You're helping me."
    "God help me, I'm trying to. But I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want in your pants."
    "Oh, yeah. Well, I guess, but even so—"
    "No. We negotiated our exchange. You teach me to cook, I teach you to fuck. That's it. No paying for crap. You don't owe me anything."
    His intensity was rather astonishing. "Why is it such a big deal?"
    His expression said he couldn't believe she could ask that. "I am not a gigolo."
    "A gigolo?" An involuntary laugh burst from her.
    "You didn't hire me. We don't have a business relationship."
    "But—but that's not exactly true, is it? You give your mistresses gifts. That's basically a business relationship. Think of the groceries as a gift."
    "You. Are. Not. A. Mistress. Did you even read the fucking ground rules? Don't assume anything about us from the women I bed. Go only by the rules. Nothing was said about owing each other anything."
    Janey's mouth opened with dawning awareness. "This has to do with your wife, doesn't it?"
    His chin jerked back. "What?"
    "Amy told me about her." Janey nodded. "She said your wife accused you of being selfish."
    "Amy," he muttered. "You are so toast."
    "Don't blame Amy. She was helping me. But now I think I've figured something out. Your wife—"
    "Ex-wife."
    "Your ex-wife when she was your wife made you feel like you weren't generous enough. So now you have to prove you are. So you won't take gifts from people, you just give them."
    He stared at her open-mouthed, then burst into laughter. "That's a new one. Sorry, sweetheart, I like getting gifts. Good try, though. Just—do me a favor and get me socks or something. Not groceries. All right?"
    "She didn't scar you?" Janey said.
    "If Kimberly did anything, it was teach me to establish clearly the terms of every future relationship. Which if you recall I did with