Everything That He Craves (#2) (An Alpha Billionaire BDSM Romance) Read Online Free

she did.  He was stoic, while she was practically melting into a puddle at his feet.
    Callie couldn’t concentrate.  She was having trouble thinking about anything except the way his insistent mouth had felt pressed up against her lips, the way his hard cock had felt pressed up against her belly and the way his tongue had felt...
    “Oh God,” Callie murmured.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She blinked and stared at Hunter vacantly.  Had she really said that aloud? 
    “Nothing’s wrong,” she told him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way she was devouring him with her eyes.  She was trying not to, really.  But she couldn’t help it.  It was though a force more powerful than her had taken over her body.
    “Do you need to take a break?” he offered.
    “No!” she told him a bit too forcefully.  “No.” 
    She just wanted to get through it.  If they didn’t hurry up and call it a night, she was sure she was going to soak through her panties.  As it was, she had to keep her arms crossed unnaturally over her chest.  Her nipples were poking out obscenely. 
    Oh, the hazards of writing an erotic novel with a painfully sexy billionaire...
    “Alright, we’ll keep going then,” he agreed.  “I took some notes on that first sex scene you wrote,” he advised, somehow managing to come across as being professional and businesslike despite the lurid subject matter.  “Hopefully I can find them.” 
    He grabbed one of his many notebooks and began to rifle through it. 
    “Are you sure you didn’t write them on your arm?” Callie teased.
    “No,” he shot back at once.  “I definitely remember jotting them down in a notebook.  Anyway, it doesn’t matter.  I think I can remember what I wanted to tell you.  I liked the way you set that scene up.  It was a smooth transition, it seemed natural.”
    “Thank you.”
    “What I think we can improve upon, though, is the moment the characters’ clothes come off,” Hunter explained.  “There’s all this build up, our protagonist is tied to the bed and then...then it just fizzles.  The details are all there, you covered that nicely just like I wanted.”
    “Then what’s the problem?” Callie asked.
    “It all seemed very...mechanical.  There was no feeling there.”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “I know you don’t,” Hunter said patiently.  “It’s the same thing I’ve been noticing in a lot of your writing.  Your fan fiction is rife with sex scenes that almost hit the nail on the head.  But they’re missing something.”
    Callie looked frustrated by his criticism.  “If I’m so terrible at writing sex scenes then why did you ask me to ghostwrite an erotic novel for you?” she wanted to know.  “Why not get someone who’s better at it?”
    “You have potential,” he told her, momentarily breaking eye contact.  “But you’re still missing something when it comes to the sex scenes.  I think this is where you need to draw on your own experiences, kind of like what we were talking about before.”
    She said nothing.
    “It’s the characters’ first time together.  We need to capture that newness, that unfamiliarity.  Think back to your very first time,” Hunter coached.  “Think about what you were feeling.  Anticipation...?  Nervousness...?  Excitement...?  Draw on that.  Use that in your characters.”
    Callie stared at him, looking a bit stunned.
    “What, you’re not like, a virgin or something, are you?” he joked in what was most likely a misguided attempt to break the ice. 
    When had it become so frigid in there, anyway?  The fire was crackling away, but it no longer seemed to be providing any warmth.  It was as though a cold front had suddenly moved in and crystallized everything in its path.
    “I don’t know,” Callie admitted, ducking her head and staring at her bare feet.
    “Wait...what?  How can you not...?”  Hunter trailed off as Callie’s words sunk in.  “Oh.”
    She still wouldn’t make