Farewell to Lust (Falling for the Billionaire #3) Read Free

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place to live.  It had the portraying feeling of wealth and power.
    Becky had never been in a luxury
apartment, so she wasn’t sure what it was supposed to look like.
    “This looks like…”
    “I own the building,” Bradley said,
“that’s why.”
    He took Becky to the elevator and
it gave her chills because the elevators were in the same spot as the office
and the elevators themselves were the exact same.  The only slight difference
was when the elevator stopped at the eighth floor, the top floor of the
apartment building, they didn’t get off straight into Bradley’s apartment. 
They had to exit the elevator and walk left to the corner apartment. 
    But when he opened the door, Becky’s
jaw dropped.
    The apartment was the exact same as
Bradley’s office… with a few minor changes.  The biggest being a large bed with
tall bedposts and black silk sheets and pillows all across it.  The bed was
next to the fireplace and everything else about the apartment was close to the
same.  The large window on the side wall wasn’t quite as big as the window in
Bradley’s office, but still, the resemblance was amazing.
    “This is my working apartment,”
Bradley said.  “Keeps me close to work even when I’m not at work.”
    Becky had seen one of Bradley’s
other apartments, away from the city.  This was the first time seeing his working
apartment .  The awe of the apartment disappeared because Becky then
realized that if he brought her here, it was meant for work.
    Nothing else but work.
    Becky walked to the window.  She
wished she had wings to fly.  When Bradley walked up behind her and placed a
hand on her shoulder and a hand at her hip, she did feel like she was flying.
    She closed her eyes and moaned.
    “You were amazing last night,”
Bradley whispered.  “I understand your pain towards me right now but just know,
you were amazing…”
    “Because I helped close your deal?”
    “Not only that.  Oh Becky, your
taste has lingered in my mouth, my mind, even my heart all night.  I could
barely sleep, wishing you were with me.”
    “Why didn’t you command me to come
back?”
    “Because I care.”
    The words, coming from Bradley,
were as impactful as him saying I love you . 
    “I care about you Becky,” Bradley
said.  “I can’t believe I’d say that to a woman, a woman who was supposed to
work for me.  When you left, I felt different.  Lost.”  Bradley backed up and
spun Becky around.  “I felt unsatisfied.  I don’t like feeling that way.”
    Becky stared into Bradley’s eyes. 
    It was her chance, her opportunity,
perhaps her last moment to take advantage of her life and these moments.
    She put her hands to his chest,
pressing to feel his hard muscle. 
    “Why don’t we get you satisfied
then?” Becky asked.

6.
    B ecky
pushed away from Bradley and backed up until she hit the wall.  She then went
for her sweater, lifting it up over her head, cutting straight to the chase. 
No need to waste any time talking or thinking about things.  She wanted to lose
herself in lust and in Bradley’s commanding arms.  His satisfaction was now the
only thing she cared about. 
    She threw her sweater at Bradley. 
He caught it and brought it to his nose, groaning at the sweet smell of Becky. 
She was already unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling her hips, pushing them
down.  At her knees, she stopped and looked up to Bradley, knowing that her
breasts were flooding from her bra.  She could feel her nipples at the top of
her bra
    “Beautiful,” Bradley said.
    His eyes looked lost and confused.
    Becky stood back up and stepped
from her jeans.  Her fingers ran along her legs and up, her fingertips running
along the lines of her panties, around the bottom and then the top.  She
slipped one of her hands into her panties, going straight down to her soft
slit, her middle finger not stopping until she felt wetness.  She moaned and
took her hand away. 
    She removed her bra before her
panties,