Determined: To Win (Determined Trilogy Book 3) Read Free Page A

electricity crackle between us.
    “Sorry Chief, I can’t walk another step in them. I’ve been in them all day.”
    “Easily remedied.” He leaned down and scooped me up in one quick motion. God, he was strong. You wouldn’t necessarily know it, his clothes hid it well. But under that exquisite tailoring and expensive fabric was a body of honed muscle and strength, built for dominance and protection. And in bed, he was a machine—and I, a very willing participant.
    “Now, where would you like me to fuck you, Ms. Sharp? Bedroom? Living room floor? Kitchen table?”
    I blushed and looked around, hoping Hilde the housekeeper couldn’t hear. I didn’t see her so I lowered my voice and responded.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Do I know you?”
    The joke was not interpreted as playful. I could feel his eyes darkening even without seeing them. I continued, pleased with my ability to provoke such a reaction.
    “You better hurry, my boyfriend might be home soon, and he’s the jealous type.”
    A low growl seemed to emanate from within him as he headed down the hall into the bedroom with me over his shoulder.
    Once inside, he flung me onto the bed. He stood a few feet away, teasing me, as he slowly removed his suit jacket before rolling up his shirtsleeves. Once both were rolled up, he walked over to me and pulled me toward him so that my legs were hanging off the edge of the bed.
    “I’m going to remove your panties now, Ms. Sharp. Don’t tell your boyfriend.”
    He made a joke! I grinned with delight and turned my face up toward his. I hiked up my skirt a bit, raising one knee a little too far to encourage him. The anticipation was killing me. Finally, he moved in closer to me and held my gaze as he reached up under my skirt and slipped off my silk panties.
    He brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply. I blushed. I had seen the move before, in movies, as a joke. But with him, it was the most erotic thing in the world. It was if it calmed him and turned him on at the same time.
    When he was done with the panties, he tossed them to the side and looked down at me, his eyes dark. “Take off your clothes. Leave the heels,” he barked, his voice heavy with need.
    “What about you?” I countered. He was still fully-clothed, his trousers barely disguising his bulging erection.
    “I aim to please,” he acquiesced and started to unbutton his shirt. We took our time, undressing slowly, teasing each other with our eyes, timing it just right so that we were both incredibly turned on by the time the last scraps of fabric hit the floor.
    David stood there before me, his cock throbbing as his eyes traced my curves. The muscles on his arms twisted and rippled as he ran his hands through his hair. “You are so fucking beautiful, Samantha. Do you see what you do to me?”
    I laid back on the bed, showing my body to him, my sex aching for his cock. I needed him inside me, needed him to fill me. Nothing could compare to that feeling. I was addicted to the overwhelming power of him. I writhed on the bed, my cunt heavy with need. But he was just standing there, waiting, watching me. His gorgeous golden body on display, a taut and toned sex machine. It was too much.
    I reached down with my hand, desperate to address the longing I felt between my legs. Sometimes David made me do this, he enjoyed watching me pleasure myself. But this was not the case today. He broke in just as I started to touch myself.
    “Uh-uh, Ms. Sharp.” He admonished. “I must admit, while there are few things I enjoy more than watching you make yourself come, I have something else in mind. Put your hands down. Your orgasm is mine right now.”
    My subconscious whimpered, but I obeyed. He came over to me and pulled me to the edge of the bed with my legs, and kneeled down in front of me. He reached up and ran his hands lightly over my breasts, checking my level of arousal. My nipples were hard, and he massaged them slowly, winning a small moan from me. Then he