Her Sweet Satisfaction: Billionaire Secrets - Book Two by Drew Sinclair Page A
Authors: Drew Sinclair
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laughter as well, pushing their bodies even closer.
"Oh Jesus, whatever you do, please don’t laugh." He said. "I'll have to shout for a change of trousers from our kidnappers if you do."
The two began laughing uncontrollably.
"Jesus Christ Clay." Nadia finally said when the shuddering had stopped. "Only you could turn me on and make me laugh at the same time while tied up in a bed waiting for …."
The seriousness of the situation overtook her again. She had no idea what the plan was, for either of them. Clayton looked at her again with his unreadable eyes and then lifted his head from the bed towards hers. She began shaking her head from side to side. The realization was hitting her hard. Boyevik had taken them. He was a sick and evil man, probably watching them even now and this could be the last time they got to share a moment together, alone or not.
She pressed her lips to his, shut her eyes tightly and kissed passionately.
Every moment could be their last.
Clayton laid his head back at last and she rested her head to his chest.
"When we get out of here baby," He said quietly, "I want to make sure I spend the rest of my life with you."
The words went straight to her heart and she buried herself in his neck, biting down into the flesh to hold back the tears. He strained his head to press his lips to her head, longing to put his hand to her hair but instead intertwining his fingers into hers and gripping both her hands in his powerful but helpless grasp.
"I love you more than anything else in this world Nadia Komerov." He whispered passionately into her ear.
Her body clung to his - desperately tenaciously - every heartbeat seeming to last an eternity but one that could be stolen from them at any second.
His cock pressed hard to her again and she shook her head.
"Really?" She said incredulously. "You really can't control that thing, can you?"
He shook his head dejectedly.
"Seemingly not with you around anyway."
The two of them descended into desperate laughter again.
"Look Nadia… I'm serious." He looked at her now without any trace of laughter. "No more of this defensive stuff. I can't help what you do to me, that's not my fault." She pressed herself tightly to him in response, making him even harder. "But I mean it when I say I want you to be with me every day of my life once we get out of here."
Her heart was ready to burst but her defenses just wouldn't go down, she needed to keep it light, dirty, silly, to protect her fragile emotions. But none of that would work with Clayton Hargrave.
"I love you Nadia. I've never been surer of anything else in my life."
She squeezed hard on his cock again and bit down on his neck.
"You can play with me all you want but it won't change the way I feel and it won’t change a word of what I'm saying to you. I love you and I want you to be with me forever and I know you want the same thing… " his granite like confidence faltered momentarily. "At least I think you do."
She squeezed him hard again.
"God, will you please stop doing that and admit to me, for once, that I am completely right?"
She kept her head buried in his neck.
"I made you lose control of yourself once before you know."
"I know, God, how could I forget and I want you to make me lose control again, just not now while we're hostages of a psychotic Russian Mafia boss."
"I don’t know." She said, her words muffled in his shirt. "If I can make you lose it here, I'm pretty sure I can make you lose it anywhere." She bit into his neck and he squirmed.
"Come on Nadia. Say it. Say what you've always wanted to say to me, since we first met. You felt it just like I did. Now let go once and for all and let me take care of you…"
Crazy as it was, as stupid as it was - this man tied down and helpless underneath her - still she felt that he was the one who could turn her life around, bring her back out into the light of day, transform her world of cold secrecy into love, light and warmth.
She clung to
"Oh Jesus, whatever you do, please don’t laugh." He said. "I'll have to shout for a change of trousers from our kidnappers if you do."
The two began laughing uncontrollably.
"Jesus Christ Clay." Nadia finally said when the shuddering had stopped. "Only you could turn me on and make me laugh at the same time while tied up in a bed waiting for …."
The seriousness of the situation overtook her again. She had no idea what the plan was, for either of them. Clayton looked at her again with his unreadable eyes and then lifted his head from the bed towards hers. She began shaking her head from side to side. The realization was hitting her hard. Boyevik had taken them. He was a sick and evil man, probably watching them even now and this could be the last time they got to share a moment together, alone or not.
She pressed her lips to his, shut her eyes tightly and kissed passionately.
Every moment could be their last.
Clayton laid his head back at last and she rested her head to his chest.
"When we get out of here baby," He said quietly, "I want to make sure I spend the rest of my life with you."
The words went straight to her heart and she buried herself in his neck, biting down into the flesh to hold back the tears. He strained his head to press his lips to her head, longing to put his hand to her hair but instead intertwining his fingers into hers and gripping both her hands in his powerful but helpless grasp.
"I love you more than anything else in this world Nadia Komerov." He whispered passionately into her ear.
Her body clung to his - desperately tenaciously - every heartbeat seeming to last an eternity but one that could be stolen from them at any second.
His cock pressed hard to her again and she shook her head.
"Really?" She said incredulously. "You really can't control that thing, can you?"
He shook his head dejectedly.
"Seemingly not with you around anyway."
The two of them descended into desperate laughter again.
"Look Nadia… I'm serious." He looked at her now without any trace of laughter. "No more of this defensive stuff. I can't help what you do to me, that's not my fault." She pressed herself tightly to him in response, making him even harder. "But I mean it when I say I want you to be with me every day of my life once we get out of here."
Her heart was ready to burst but her defenses just wouldn't go down, she needed to keep it light, dirty, silly, to protect her fragile emotions. But none of that would work with Clayton Hargrave.
"I love you Nadia. I've never been surer of anything else in my life."
She squeezed hard on his cock again and bit down on his neck.
"You can play with me all you want but it won't change the way I feel and it won’t change a word of what I'm saying to you. I love you and I want you to be with me forever and I know you want the same thing… " his granite like confidence faltered momentarily. "At least I think you do."
She squeezed him hard again.
"God, will you please stop doing that and admit to me, for once, that I am completely right?"
She kept her head buried in his neck.
"I made you lose control of yourself once before you know."
"I know, God, how could I forget and I want you to make me lose control again, just not now while we're hostages of a psychotic Russian Mafia boss."
"I don’t know." She said, her words muffled in his shirt. "If I can make you lose it here, I'm pretty sure I can make you lose it anywhere." She bit into his neck and he squirmed.
"Come on Nadia. Say it. Say what you've always wanted to say to me, since we first met. You felt it just like I did. Now let go once and for all and let me take care of you…"
Crazy as it was, as stupid as it was - this man tied down and helpless underneath her - still she felt that he was the one who could turn her life around, bring her back out into the light of day, transform her world of cold secrecy into love, light and warmth.
She clung to
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