Mask of Desire (Falling for the Billionaire #2) by Karolyn James Page A

his thumb and forefinger to unbutton Becky’s pants.  It
always made Becky gasp when she felt it, wondering how one man could be so
sexy, so rich, so powerful, and yet still have little moves like that.  It
drove her body wild because she knew that when Bradley’s thumb and forefinger
commanded her pants, it would only lead to something else.
    Bradley moved fast, his hand now
inside Becky’s panties.  His fingers felt cool against her warm, smooth skin. 
He went straight down, between her legs, and spread his fingers, forcing Becky
to open her legs.  He rested his fingers on her vagina, feeling her moist
skin.  His middle finger touched her hole and he felt her throbbing.
    Using his other hand, Bradley moved
from Becky’s backside and went down and around.  His fingers slid by a very
sensitive spot that made Becky gasp as he came around, allowing his fingertips
on both hands to touch.  He was holding her at her sex, in full control.
    “I want you to tell me something,”
Bradley said.  “Something you desire.”
    “I desire you,” Becky said.
    “I know that.  I want something
else.  Something new.  This is about new things, right?  We have a big night
coming.  The meeting…”
    Of course, the meeting .
    The closer it came, the more
Bradley talked about it, yet he gave Becky no real information about the
meeting.  The only thing she knew was that they would have to wear masks.  It
was a Halloween party for the ultra rich.  The host of the party – a man
Bradley only referred to Carlello – decided on a costume party, but considering
the average net worth of the people in attendance, something told Becky nobody
would show up dressed as a chicken or a pirate.
    “Bradley, I just want your touch,”
Becky said.
    He wanted honesty, she gave it to
him.
    “No, open your mind,” Bradley
said.  “Give me something more.  Tell me something more.  I demand it.”
    Bradley’s hand slipped back to
Becky’s ass, the tip of his middle finger moving along her cheek, touching the
tender skin where he had spanked her just last night.  It happened during a
wild moment of passion in Bradley’s large bed.  He had been behind Becky,
commanding her body and their sex.  She yelled to him to give her more… more,
more, more … the words hit Bradley’s ears over and over until he finally
couldn’t handle himself.  His hand came against her skin with a force that rendered
Becky speechless and Bradley turned on.  When Becky caught her breath, she
called for more.  The mix of pleasure and pain ran wild… so Bradley continued…
    “Does it still hurt?” Bradley asked.
    “In the best way possible,” Becky
replied.
    Her entire body was still aching,
tender, but yet she still wanted more.  There didn’t seem to be enough Bradley
could do to her to calm her sexual desire for him.  Each time she came, she had
a minute or two of complete relaxation, like the high from a drug, but then
she’d look at him.  From the side, he had an attempted innocence.  From the
front, he was cold, stone like, and sexy.  Naked… he was everything.  Muscle,
definition, and his cock was designed perfect for her sex.
    “I’ll have to check it I guess.”
    Bradley’s hands were off her body
but only for a moment.  That moment lingered for what felt like hours, her body
waiting, her soul even desperate for his touch.  His fingers wrapped around the
top of her jeans and he pushed.  They slid down her slender hips, unveiling a
pair of tight, silky panties. 
    “Step out,” Bradley.
    He waited the few seconds it took
for Becky to wiggle her way out of her jeans. 
    Bradley then moved to the back of
Becky’s panties, forcing his fingers under them, gripping them tight, balling
them in his hands, pulling them down too.  When he saw the slight red mark on
Becky’s ass, he nodded, relishing in his power and command.
    Becky bent over, pressing her palms
flat against the glass of the window.
    “Fuck me,” she