Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1) Read Online Free Page B

involved in anything like it.
    Casualties were bound to happen.
    I had, however, kept the emerald earrings. They'd gone unnoticed in my car's cup-holder. I'd found them minutes ago when I'd set my coffee into the deep indentation, spilling some when it didn't settle right.
    Crossing my living room, I dropped my coat and keys on the floor. I wasn't thinking about being tidy. Opening the package was an obsession, an itch that needed to be scratched.
    Migrating into my kitchen, I scooted into a chair and placed the box on the round wooden table. Like most of my furniture, it served its purpose, but that was all I could ask of it.
    Reaching down, I noticed my hands were quaking. Easy, easy. Laughing nervously, I made tight fists. When I peeled the tape away, my fingers still trembled.
    The package split open, a heavy object tumbling onto the table. It was thick as a carrot, but shaped like some odd, swooping curve that tapered on one end, wide and blunt on the other.
    Stroking the pliant, magenta surface, I blinked. “What the hell?” There was no one to answer my question. No one but S, perhaps.
    Searching in the box, I found a note.
    Pet,
    This is a special, unique treat that I believe will bring you great pleasure.
    Enjoy it to your heart's content. The idea of that will keep me very, very warm.
    And very hard.
    —S
    Pursing my lips, I folded the paper and put it aside. Lifting the magenta-thing, I twisted it gently in my palms. The small nub on the top of one side was squishy; I prodded it, testing the weight of the device.
    When I gave the base a firm squeeze, it came to life.
    Gasping, I dropped the vibrating object. On top of my kitchen table it buzzed in place, the fat nub wiggling obscenely.
    And then I knew.
    I knew exactly what this was.
    He'd sent me a damn dildo.
    I grabbed the toy, struggling to turn it off. The base had a hidden switch, and after a few presses, the whole thing shut down.
    My kitchen was eerily quiet without the constant buzzing.
    Sweat caught in the pit of my collar bone. He sent me something like THIS? I'd seen sex toys, I wasn't a total prude. But I'd never owned any, and certainly had never been gifted any.
    What did he expect me to do with this?
    Flustered, I bit my lip. Right. I know what he expects. After all, he'd said the thought of it would get him hard.
    It was such a perverse concept. My mind was vibrating harder than the toy had. This is too much. He can't be serious. How bold could one man be?
    Leaning back in my chair, I eyed the toy like it was a snake. Touching it, I jerked my arm back instinctively. Then, breathing into my gut, I cradled it in my palm. The material it was made from was luxurious, not hard plastic.
    Even here, S had extravagant taste.
    Frowning, I studied the object again. Imagining my benefactor buying this with me in mind... it was another facet to this whole game.
    I can't act too oblivious, I told myself. Part of me had to know what this guy was after.
    But what was I after?
    Accepting clothes and jewelry, building up a slow appreciation and knowledge about this stranger... that was safe. That was in my comfort zone. I suppose I thought, with time, I'd meet this S and it would be—
    What? I cut my thoughts off brutally. You thought he'd want to give you flowers and take you on a stroll?
    A man who played clever games and talked about sexy photos, lingerie, and... and sex toys... No. I was a fool to act naive.
    Gripping the vibrator, I sighed. He was taking us to a new level. My stomach was tingling with the idea. Was I ready to go this far?
    Standing, I carried the toy into my bedroom. Just the act of crossing the threshold had me shivering. Did he really picture me using this on myself?
    I traded it to my other hand uneasily. Did he imagine me moaning, writhing until I finally came from his gift?
    How much would that turn him on?
    Blushing, I shoved the dildo into my bedside drawer. I didn't have the guts to trash it, not after thinking about the poor