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'Unpredictable' is the only way to describe her, and while I used to meticulously avoid women whose actions I know I can't control——

Francesca pouts up at me. "I want you to fuck me, Nic," she whispers.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Now."

Francesca

I still have no idea what's taken over me.

All I know is that I like it, and when I see the sexiest smirk curve over the billionaire's lips, I'm just hoping whoever this new, bold, and flirtatious Francesca is...I just hope she'll stick around a little longer and keep things wild and fun.

Nicolaas suddenly pulls me up, and I look at him in confusion, since we're now both sitting up on the bed. "Is this how you want us to fuck?"

The question makes him chuckle for some reason, and even though the sound of it makes my heart skip a beat, I also can't help wondering if perhaps Mary has been lying to me.

One of the reasons she calls Nicolaas 'Robocop' is because he only lowers his guard when he's around his closest friends and family. I'm obviously neither of those, but ever since we've met, I've already had more than a few glimpses of Nicolaas' smiles, smirks, and laughter.

That means something...doesn't it?

I'm tempted to ask him, but I end up distracted when he bends down to nuzzle my neck...just before he starts sucking.

Ooooooh.

My head falls back as he sucks so, so hard that I know he's sure to leave a mark. When he finally lifts his head, I can only look up at him in a haze of desire, and my entire body shivers when his gaze captures mine.

"We'll fuck soon enough, sweetheart, but for now..."

Nicolaas' sky-blue eyes blaze with lust, and the folds of my pussy start to moisten.

"Do you know, Francesca..."

His voice is low and seductive, and it's all I can do not to swoon.

"I've been imagining you naked since the first time I saw your photo in your file."

While the words make me whimper, it's the way I see Nicolaas slowly lower his gaze to my chest that's making my entire body ache.

I've never enjoyed having any man look at my breasts, but when it's him, it's different. This man can stare at my breasts for as long as he wants, and I know I'll enjoy every second of it.

"Your nipples are starting to pout."

His words make me look down, and I can feel my cheeks heat up when I realize it's true.

"I can only imagine how they'll look even sexier when they're completely bare to my gaze."

A shudder rocks my body, and I'm so dizzy with need for him I need a few more moments before I can start stringing words together coherently. "Are you asking me to undress myself...first?"

"Will you, sweetheart? For me?"

God, this man is shameless...and I love it.

"Why should I go first?" I ask breathlessly. "I'm the virgin between us—-"

"I know. And that's why you need to undress yourself first. You've never done it before for anyone else, have you?"

I shake my head.

"Then doing it now...for me...will make you even wetter."

The words are so mortifyingly true, since just hearing him say those things is more than enough to make my pussy quiver.

My heart hammers away as I crawl out of the bed, but when I'm on my feet Nicolaas takes my hand and pulls me close.

I'm now standing between his legs, and even though Nicolaas is still seated on the bed, he's just so tall he still towers over me by a couple of inches. This close, he looks so, so much more virile, and I have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that a man like him can want someone like me.

"Now, Francesca," he orders. "Show yourself to me."

I used to think that I could never be attracted to guys as bossy as Nicolaas Verhaege, but every time the billionaire commands me to do something, I only find myself wanting him more and more.

There's just something about this man that makes me want to become like the girls in my books, something about him that makes me want to throw all caution in the wind and have my life revolve around him.

I want to become Nicolaas' obsession.

I want to be his every sexual fantasy come true because God knows he's already that for me.

I want to do everything he asks of me, and since right now that means undressing myself—-

"I'll need your help," I hear myself whisper. "The back of my dress..."

His hands rest against my hips, and I don't wait to be asked. I turn around to have my dress unzipped, and I can only bite my lip as I feel Nicolaas' fingers drift over my spine.

God.

It's just his fingers over my back, but I already feel like I'm going crazy, and when Nicolaas finally starts unzipping my dress—-

Aaaah.

He does it so, so slowly that it just makes my heart race faster and faster as he exposes my back to his gaze inch by tortuous inch.


Tags: Marian Tee Billionaire Romance