At the Billionaire's Pleasure 3: For Love or Lust? (BDSM Billionaire Series)

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Author: M.G. Morgan
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happen to you. I don’t want him to use you up and spit you out like the others. You’re worth more than that.” Robert reached out and tucked some of my stray blonde hairs that had escaped my hair tie back behind my ear. His touch left me cold.
    “I have to go.” I stood. My hasty movement shaking the table and spilling the coffee. It spilled across the surface and straight down onto Robert’s lap. He jumped back but it was too late.
    Part of me wanted to giggle as I watched the dark stain spread across his grey trousers. The sensible, responsible part of me forced me to apologise.
    “I’m so sorry. Really, Robert, I am. I have to go.” I ran from the coffee shop and down the street. This had clearly been a mistake. I should have pretended I wasn’t in. Or just told him to leave.
    The sound of a man’s footsteps following me down the street made me speed up. It was an irrational reaction but being chased had that effect on me. Especially after the night before with Richard.
    “Carrie, wait.”
    I stopped outside my apartment and reached for my handbag if I could get inside the door before he reached me I would be safe. Panic brought bile up my throat as I realised I didn’t have my bag.
    “Carrie, you forgot your bag.” Robert sauntered the last few metres to my side and handed me my bag. Shame prevented me from looking him in the eye. I had behaved despicably and here he was still being nice and gracious.
    “Look I know this is weird for you. And I’m sorry about what I said about David. But do you think I could come up and get cleaned up?”
    I glanced down at his ruined trousers and nodded. It was the least I could do. I fumbled through my bag and fished out my keys. I remained silent as I let him in and we climbed the stairs. It was an absurd situation. Only a few days before I had been contemplating my future. No man in my life and no sign of ever having one. Now here I was with David and Robert. I didn’t count Richard. He was a Dick in more ways than one.
    But David was unlike any man I had ever been with. He was different. Something in him spoke to me. It hit me then. What was I doing? I was mad. Walking away from him had been the worst mistake I could have made. I wanted him and if he wanted me then what was I worried about?
    I opened the front door of my apartment and stepped inside. The broken glass on the floor caught my eye and it brought memories of the night before flooding back. He knew exactly what to do to my body to get me to respond to him. He pushed all of my buttons. What I needed to do now was learn to push his right back.
    “The bathroom is just back there.” I indicated to a door down the hall and left Robert to find his own way. Heading into the kitchen I pulled open the fridge and took out a bottle of chilled water. I had made up my mind as soon as Robert was cleaned up and he left I was going back to David.
    I had been foolish to leave him. He made me feel things like no other had in the past. I owed it to myself to find out just what he could offer me. After all what was the worst that could possibly happen?
    “Carrie, can you come here for a minute?” The sound of Robert’s voice from down drew my attention. There was no way he could get the coffee stain out of his trousers but he could at least dry it. Heading to the bathroom I knocked on the door.
    “It’s ok you can come in. I just want to ask you something.”
    Without thinking I pushed opened the door. I stumbled back into the hall in shock as I caught sight of Robert. He had stripped off all of his clothes. His wet trousers lay across the towel rack and I could see that he had made no attempt to dry them.
    The fact that he was naked was bad enough but it was his erection that had me shielding my eyes.
    “What the hell are you doing?” I asked my voice was high and breathy but it wasn’t excitement I was feeling.
    “I know you want this, Carrie. I’ve sensed the connection between us from when we met last night.

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