The Beginning of Connie and Isaac: Blue Butterfly Series (The Blue Butterfly Book 3) by D. H. Sidebottom Page A

slow grin crept across his handsome face. “Sometimes, just to remind myself of how rich I really am…” He leaned towards me and I held back a shiver when he trailed his fingers up my arm and lowered his voice. “…I masturbate on the bed covered in twenty pound notes and shoot my load right across her majesty’s pretty little smirk.”
    I sank my teeth into my tongue in attempt to stop the bark of laughter from escaping. What an utter fucking dick. “I think I would prefer you to shoot your load across my face.”
    He spluttered on the mouthful of gin he’d just guzzled, his eyes forming wide circles, but when he puffed out a hot breath I knew I had him. “I have a room here.”
    “You do?” Of course he did; did he think I didn’t know that?
    He nodded slowly, his eyes dropping to my chest. “It has a very comfortable bed.”
    Shrugging casually, I pursed my lips. “Who needs comfy beds? I’d rather you bent me over a couch and fucked me hard and fast.”
    I thought he was going to have a coronary when his face turned puce and a vein throbbed in his temple, his lips parted, and he started to pant like a damn dog. He snapped his fingers at a passing waiter. “Bill. Now!”
    “Certainly, sir.”
    The waiter reappeared almost instantly and Guy thrust his credit card at him. “Hurry up!” he snapped.
    Holding on to an irritated sigh, I smiled at the waiter and fished a twenty out of my purse when it was obvious my date wasn’t going to tip. “Thank you, your service has been impeccable.”
    He grinned at me gratefully. “Thank you Ma’am.” He gave Guy a short nod then smiled at me again before he left to cater to another couple on the next table.
    Guy stood as I pushed back my chair and rose. His pale green eyes were hungry as they slid down the length of me then came back to my face. He pressed a hand to the base of my spine and guided me to the elevator in the foyer, once or twice his palm lowering until it skimmed across my arse.
    Sometimes, like then, I wondered why, but Mae’s pretty face smiled in my mind and I released a sad sigh. Guy, hearing me, ran his finger along the length of my jaw. “I’ll make you feel good, Rhianna.”
    Chuckling quietly, I nodded. “Oh, I know you will.”
    His chest puffed out as his pride swelled and I glanced at my watch, annoyed at how long the bloody elevator was taking to climb all of five floors. It was Mouse’s birthday and I was eager to get back for the party. “This is us,” he declared excitedly when a ping heralded our floor and the doors opened.
    His room was a cheap, basic one which genuinely shocked me. I’d have thought this egotistical prick would only go for the more luxurious suite. He wasn’t short of a bob or two. The one hundred thousand pounds transferred into the veiled Phantom bank account from his own that morning was testimony to that.
    As though better than me, he stood staring at me in the middle of the room, waiting for me to worship his dick. Clicking my tongue at his obvious self-worth, I slid my dress up over my hips, showcasing my black thigh high boots and bare pussy. “Get on your knees and lick my cunt.”
    His mouth popped open at my order, his brows shooting into his hairline. I smirked when he visibly shivered, his lust overriding his system. Following my demand, he walked over to me then slowly lowered himself down in front of me. His eyes snapped to the junction of my thighs as he lifted his hands and pulled my flesh apart with his thumbs.
    As soon as his tongue delicately touched my swollen clit, I sank my fingers into his hair and pushed his face further into me, encouraging the boring twat to get a shift on. I didn’t have all night and I had work to do, an orgasm was just an added bonus.
    He mumbled something but took the hint and started to work me faster. Arousal slicked his tongue as he circled my opening then moved back to my clitoris, frantically flicking like he had some sort of fucking nervous twitch.