The Billionaire's Bride of Convenience(33)

‘Do you want to use the bathroom?’ he asked her.





She nodded.





‘I do too,’ he told her. ‘I’ll duck down to the main bathroom. See you shortly.’





This interlude presented Kathryn with the opportunity for a reality check. Or it would have, if this whole scenario had felt real.





But it didn’t.





‘What is it he sees in me?’ she asked her reflection in the bathroom mirror.





Kathryn knew that physically she couldn’t compare with the kind of woman Hugh usually dated and obviously slept with: actresses and models, mostly, all of whom possessed outstanding beauty and figures which looked just as good without clothes.





A shudder ran through her as she thought of the moment when Hugh discovered that his PA’s naked body wasn’t going to live up to whatever fantasy had been playing in his mind.





‘What are you doing in there?’ he called through the door. ‘Not taking your clothes off, I hope. I want to do that.’ The door opened abruptly and Hugh walked in.





She was just standing there, looking at herself in the mirror. Looking unsure and, yes, nervous.





Hugh ignored the jab to his conscience. It was too late for guilt. Too late for anything but the inevitable.





She turned at his entry, her expression changing from nervousness to curiosity.





‘Why me?’ she asked him.





He smiled and reached up to begin doing what he’d dreamt of doing for months.





‘Because of this,’ he murmured as he removed first one hairpin, then another, then another, savouring the rush of dark pleasure as he watched her thick brown hair tumble down around her shoulders.





‘And this,’ he went on, his hands dropping to the buttons on her pink blouse.





‘I I still don’t understand,’ she said, her voice shaky, her eyes wide.





‘Don’t even try, babe,’ he murmured. ‘Can I at least call you that? Of course I can. There’s no one else to hear. You don’t mind my talking, do you? I like to talk during sex.’





Finally the last button was undone, Hugh’s heart skipping a beat as he peeled the blouse back off her shoulders. He let it flutter to the bathroom floor before sliding his hands back up her arms and over her softly rounded shoulders.





The bra she was wearing was white, but not in any way virginal. It was a silky, low-cut number, structured to enhance any female’s bustline by pushing her breasts up and inwards, creating a cleavage on even the most small-breasted woman.





Kathryn had full, lush breasts which, in that bra, formed highly curved mounds of pale flesh, practically bursting from their confines.





‘This is a very sexy bra,’ he said, his fingers tracing the edges of the cups till they reached the front fastening. ‘But your breasts don’t need any enhancing.’





His knuckles showed white as he slowly unhooked the bra from her body then threw it away, his heart thundering behind his ribs. This was what he’d wanted to do for so long. This was what he’d craved seeing and feeling.





Adrenaline raced through his veins as his gaze focused on her naked breasts, which had settled into a lower and far more natural shape. No silicone there, Hugh thought excitedly, having grown sick and tired of being with women whose seemingly perfect breasts stayed in the same position, no matter what.





‘So beautiful,’ he said with a deep sigh of satisfaction as his hands lifted to cup them, then squeeze them, his thumbs rubbing over her deliciously large nipples at the same time.





Her gasp brought his eyes back up to her face.





‘If you tell me you don’t like that, then I won’t believe you,’ he chided softly.





‘I I ’





Her stammering delighted him, as did the slightly wild look in her eyes. Hugh knew sexual arousal when he saw it and felt it.





‘It seems you won’t have to just lie back and think of that silly little house after all,’ he murmured as he continued to play with her already fiercely erect nipples. ‘Do tell me if you want me to stop, beautiful. Or to move on ’





She seemed incapable of speaking, however, a response which appealed to Hugh’s dark side. This was, after all, what he’d fantasised over, reducing his normally capable and irritatingly vocal assistant to a state of mindless sexual excitement which didn’t allow thought, let alone speech; stripping her, not just of her clothes, but also of her ability to cut him down to size with some withering comment.





She moaned when he abandoned her breasts to undo the button on her waistband, her dilated pupils betraying that she was turned on to the max.