His Absolute Proposal: An Illicit Billionaire Love Story (Elise, #3) Read Free

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    "You're thinking too much," Lucent said.  "Stop it.  Immediately.  And roll to your side so you can slam your tight little self onto my erection, Miss Tanner."
    "No," I said, louder and stronger this time.  "Lucent, I won't do it."
    "Why?" he asked with a grin.
    "I will, if—"  My words got cut short by an inopportune pair of fingers pushing deep inside of me.  When I regained my sense of self, I glared at him.  "You did that on purpose!" I hissed.
    "I'm trying to be pleasant with you, Miss Tanner.  Just give in and make this easier for the both of us."  He smirked at me, teasing me, nudging me with his free hand and his body, trying to position me above him like he wanted.
    "Please don't," I whined.  "Lucent, please?"
    "Miss Tanner, I want to fuck you," Lucent said, nothing more than that.
    I stared at him, wide-eyed and excited.  Did he?  Did he really, um...?  I liked rough Lucent.  Lucent had many faces, and I liked all of them, to be honest.  Curt Lucent, playful Lucent, formal Lucent, rough Lucent...
    He just didn't say things like this very often.  Not unless he really meant it.  I almost gave in to him, almost shifted over until his cock was aligned with my pussy, then sunk down.  I almost did, but he continued speaking.
    "If you insist, I won't.  I hardly want to force you to do something against your will."
    "It's not really against my will," I said, fast; perhaps too fast.  "I mean, I would like it, if you did it.  If, um... does that sound bad?" I asked, whispering.  "If I said I'd like it if you forced me?"
    "You would?" he asked, curious and interested.
    "Is that like a BDSM thing?" I asked.  "If we did that?"
    "Potentially, depending.  For something like that, more ground rules are required than a normal scene."
    "I don't want to do a scene," I said.  "I just want to make you cum."
    Lucent laughed, louder than I thought he should.  Jessika and Asher were in the other room!
    "Is that all you want to do?" he asked.
    "Mhm, that's it," I said.
    This entire conversation was growing more complicated by the second, considering we both still had our hands on each other.  Lucent kept a steady rhythm, rolling the heel of his palm over my clit before pushing his fingers inside of me, rolling again, pulling out, and repeating the process.  It was relaxing in the most erotic and rhythmic sort of ways, like a sensual massage directly on my core.
    I didn't think I was as sensual or rhythmic, to be honest.  I tried to remember to stroke him in smooth, steady movements, but if he touched a particular spot on or in me (and to be honest, there were a few, definitely more than one), I lost my train of thought for a second.  I regained it eventually and kept stroking him, but... I thought he was cheating by doing that.
    Then I had an idea.  An amazing idea.
    "Let's stop," I said.
    And I did, I stopped.  Not only did I stop stroking him, but I pulled my hand away completely.  Before Lucent could say anything in reply, I fidgeted away from him, removed his hand from me, then moved his other hand away, and I slid down his body before jumping lightly off the couch.
    We stopped.  I didn't like this at first.  In fact, I thought maybe I'd made a mistake, but...
    No, I didn't.  A few seconds later, I saw the frantic lust in Lucent's eyes, then the telltale twitch of his cock soon after.  Oh, yes, this was good.
    I didn't usually make a point of attempting to drive men (or, more particularly, Lucent) into a lust-induced frenzy, but I thought maybe sometimes I should make an exception?  Just for him.  Just because, you know?
    I didn't really know why, but just because.  I liked the look in his eyes.  His cock twitched and throbbed, growing even harder than it had in my hand, and we weren't even doing anything now.  This intrigued me quite a bit.
    "Miss Tanner," Lucent said with commanding urgency.  "Why on earth are we stopping?"
    "Because," I said.
    "That's not an answer," he