Undisclosed Desire: An Alpha Billionaire Romance: + bonus novel by Linnea May Page A

from his treatment. This insane row of orgasms that did not stop and felt close to torture in between. My body is sore and tired – but my mind is screaming for more.
    I want to return to that surreal bliss, this insanity of pleasure he put me through. But right now, I cannot even look at him, because of the overwhelming sea of sensation I am still trying to grasp – and because I feel ashamed.
    I didn't want to be here. Where is all that rational caution, the sassy wall of defense that would usually keep me safe from falling too much? Especially with him. I swore to be careful, to keep my distance.
    And I certainly did not plan to end up naked in his arms, apathetically staring at the ceiling above me as I live through my post orgasm high.
    It feels as if I am on drugs and for a moment I even find myself questioning whether he might have put something in my drink. Of course, he hasn't. When and how would he have done that? And why is this the first explanation I can come up with? All that has happened is him giving me the first experience of multiple orgasms of my life.
    Nothing to lose your mind over, right?
    I can feel his eyes on me. He has been watching me the entire time, but neither of us has said a word in minutes. All one can hear is my breathing and the exhausted sighs and giggles I let out every time his hand touches an especially sensitive spot on my body.
    He is still fully dressed, wearing everything he had on when we met in front of my door, except for his shoes. I can feel the soft fabric of his pullover on my skin. I wish I could steal it from him and wear it myself, to be wrapped in his scent.
    Blood is rushing to my cheeks as my mental screen goes into love-drunk-girl -mode. I try to shake it off by finally turning around to look at him.
    A loving smile flees across his face when our eyes meet. His hair is still gelled and in order, just as it was at the beginning of our date. He still looks spick and span while I have turned into a crumbling naked mess under his touch.
    "This is not fair," I whisper, dreamily staring at him.
    He raises his eyebrows. "Not fair?"
    "What did you do to me?" I ask.
    "I told you," he replies. "I know what I want – and I know how to make you give it to me. Today, I wanted to see you come until you faint. I wanted to see you lose control, see your eyes roll back into your head and your body spasm with pleasure."
    I have no words to reply to that.
    "Seeing you like this only adds to my pleasure," he continues. "Seeing a girl break under your touch is the most beautiful thing you can imagine."
    "You want to break me?" I ask.
    He smirks and leans over to plant a little kiss on my cheek.
    "A little, yes," he whispers. "But don't worry, you'll want it, too."
    I gulp and try to fathom his words. The drug like fog that has dampened my conscious is beginning to clear and I am beginning to feel in control again. It is as if a part of me – the sane and rational part – has temporarily escaped my body and is now making its return, accompanied by threats and warnings.
    His words are sweet, but also oddly scary.
    "I knew I should be careful with you," I say.
    He shrugs. "Yes, be careful. It might be for the better."
    "You should know, though," I add. "Whatever you're trying to do, it won't work with me."
    He smirks at me. "No? What do you think I am trying to do?"
    "You just said it! You want to break me. You want to make me lose control. But that's not what I do. I don't lose myself to guys. Never."
    His smile broadens. He pulls me in closer, wrapping his other arm around my waist and pressing my naked body against his as he claims me with another kiss.
    His kisses are so greedy, so possessive – and irresistibly hot. I cannot help but moan and squirm as his tongue invades my mouth. My body and mind are fighting a battle that is well known to many – and that the mind is bound to lose.
    Fuck, why is this so hot? Why is he so damn compelling?
    I am panting helplessly, desperate with