HONEY GIRL (Part 1): BILLIONAIRE Book Two by Juliette Jones Page A

most expensive real estate.  It was
early October and the deep indigo of the city night hung on.  The quiet, expansive
room hummed with plush, cocooned luxury.  Alexander’s bed was huge, swathed in
expensive cotton and silk, most of which had been displaced and/or rumpled by
our lovemaking.
    At
this, I’d proven a prodigy.  Whoever thought virgins took things slow once they
finally got going at the advanced age of twenty … well, they hadn’t put me in a
locked room with Alexander Wolfe.  It had taken all of thirty minutes for us to
get not only intimate but downright feral.  There had been a desperation to it
that I still couldn’t explain.  Physically, we were like magnets.  Greedy, superstrength
magnets who had no choice or control.  None of it made sense, really.  That we’d
been willing to risk everything to get as close as humanly possible from that very
first encounter – and every encounter since.  Who does that?  What
highly educated, soon-to-be professional, modern woman throws all – and I mean all – caution to the wind just to get down and dirty with a ridiculously sexy,
overconfident billionaire?
    This
one, apparently.
    He
was my drug and my addiction.  With him, lines became skewed and normal considerations
simply did not apply.  To not get close to him proved impossible.  To
not want to get close to him seemed insane.
    Alexander.
    My
lover.  My devil and my saint.  My strength and my weakness.
    My
fiancé.
    Beautiful,
crazy Alexander.  All mine.
    I
was intensely happy that we would spend the day together.  That we’d spend every day together.  That seemed to be our way, though.  Since I’d met him to
interview for the position of his assistant, we’d been … completely overcome,
to put it mildly.  Inseparable and insatiable.  He had difficulty letting me
out of his sight, and I knew why.  I knew what fueled his protective
instincts.  Still, it would now be a challenge for him: seeing me at work,
having me ensconced in his professional setting.  In his office and meeting
with his staff.  It would be difficult for us both.  To resist temptation.  To
act like normal people and not amped-up, lust-crazed hedonists.
    I’ll
agree to try to employ you, Alexander had said.  
I can’t guarantee that this will work for me, though.  I’m too close, too
deep.  I need to be able to focus on my companies, without distractions.  And
you, my sweet Lila, are more of a distraction than I can handle.
    We’d
fought about it but that had been before my meltdown.  Before Jake had rescued
me.  I knew Alexander wouldn’t risk driving me away again.  I now had a ring on
my finger and a key to his universe, to come and go as I liked.  He would tame
himself, or he would die trying.
    I
hoped it could work.
    And
I wanted to be ready for it.
    Silently,
I rose from the bed, taking care not to wake him.  I needed some time to
prepare myself, physically as well as mentally.  It had been a while since I’d
worked or studied, or done anything at all except immerse myself in the
decadent idyll of Alexander’s attentions.
    I
showered alone.
    Already,
I missed him.  The contact.  The closeness and the warmth.  If I’d stayed in
bed, dozing, he would have woken me like he always did.  With his mouth on me,
licking into me, softly opening me with his tongue, his hair silken against the
sensitive skin of my thighs.  Or with his cock, pressing its huge, hard heat
against me as he spooned me, cradling me in his all-encompassing embrace.  At
first he’d just hold me.  Then I’d feel him finding his way inside, barely
entering me.  He’d wait, pressing gently until my body began to soften and
dew.  I’d arch sleepily against him, taking more.  And more.  Until I became
slippery enough for him to slide his massive arousal deep, and deeper, filling
me, possessing me entirely.  His fingers would be everywhere, intimate and
playful.  Coaxing warm, blissful pleasure.  His powerful