Bedded at the Billionaire's Convenience(55)

She preceded him into his bedroom while he lugged her suitcase in and complained of sudden backache.

‘Shall I massage it for you?’ Georgie asked innocently.

Pierre straightened and grinned at her. ‘I am constantly amazed,’ he murmured softly, ‘at what a wanton little thing you have turned out to be.’ He stripped off the worn rugby jumper he had stuck on earlier and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. ‘You’ve even put away the hippy clothes…’

‘Only because I’m not going to school at the moment,’ Georgie said loftily, just in case he got it into his head that he had managed to alter her dress sense along with everything else. ‘There’s no need to dress quite so sensibly. Anyway, we’ve been to a Church service! Of course I’m going to look smart!’

Pierre held up his hands in mock surrender but his eyes were laughing. ‘Okay, okay!’ He stripped off the shirt and then proceeded to divest himself of the remainder of his clothes.

She still hadn’t quite become accustomed to the grace and beauty of his body. Every time he stood in front of her, naked and at no pains to conceal his erection, she was reduced to blushing self-consciousness.

‘I’m ready for my massage.’ He stepped towards her and began describing in graphic detail what he wanted her to do to him, then he lay down on the bed, his hand resting lightly on his proud member, and commanded her to undress. Very slowly. And as she undressed he told her what she should do, which part of her body she should touch.

‘Lessons from a master,’ she murmured, smiling and slinking her way towards him on the bed.

‘And you’ll thank me for that one fine day.’ Pierre had a strong urge to remind her of that. This break from routine was extraordinarily refreshing, as was her hot little body in bed with his every night and during the day as well, in some very imaginative places. But it would come to an end. He knew that because he knew that his real life was waiting for him in a week’s time. The new year would see him returned to the heady business of running his empire.

‘What do you mean?’ Georgie asked, drawing in her breath ever so slightly so that she could feel her chest beginning to ache.

She couldn’t meet his eyes and thankfully he turned over onto his stomach, flexing the muscles in his broad back.

‘I mean think of the ways you would have learnt in bed to impress your man.’ He had been far more impressed teaching her than he could ever have been by any woman being skilled and acrobatic between the sheets, but somehow it felt dangerous to allow that thought to sneak in, let alone voice it.

Georgie forced herself to smile as she began working her magic on his back, enjoying the feel of his firm flesh under her fingers.

‘How right you are,’ she said lightly.

Immediately Pierre wondered whether she had someone in mind. As far as he knew there were no men on the scene and hadn’t been for a while, but was there someone lurking in the periphery of her vision? Another up-and-coming journalist, perhaps, waiting to bowl her over with a bit of surface banter and intellectual intensity that she was probably impressed by?

Never one to harbour any self-doubt, Pierre had a sudden and uncomfortable suspicion that he was just a blip on her horizon. Which, he told himself, was just as well, considering she was just that on his, but still…

He rolled over onto his back and, where she would have lain next to him, he manoeuvred her onto his stomach so that she was straddling him, every bit of her exposed for him. He liked that. He idly played with his hand between her thighs enjoying how he made her feel. Wet and aroused and breathless.#p#分页标题#e##p#分页标题#e#

But he wanted to talk to her, not have her move against his hand, with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Her small breasts bounced as she moved heatedly and he raised his free hand to toy with her nipple, watching as she shuddered in immediate response.

Unable to help himself, he edged her up to him so that he could smell the sweet fragrance of her, so that his tongue was within flicking distance of that sensitised bud that, even lightly touched, could have her groaning and begging for more.

Talk would come in a minute. For now, he couldn’t resist the inviting essence of her and he brought her to his mouth, clasping his hands behind her buttocks so that he could knead them as he tasted every drop of the sweet juice between her legs.

When she would have eased down to further their love-making, however, he gently rolled her to her side so that she was facing him and looked at her seriously,

‘What is it?’ Georgie eyed him anxiously. ‘You look as though you’re about to say There’s something I need to tell you…’ She laughed a little nervously because sentences that started in that way didn’t usually herald good tidings. What would she do if he decided that it was all over between them? A sudden void opened up in front of her, a yawning chasm that was terrifying in its emptiness.