Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
He huffed. “I will still bill you for your cut.”
“Do that,” I said.
Pierre took his scissors from his cart and scurried out. I wasn’t sure if he trying to make sure I didn’t cut Ben’s hair or if he was that attached to them. It didn’t matter either way. Ben was mine now.
“What the hell was that?” Ben asked.
“Me being jealous.”
“He was just washing my hair.”
“You think he wasn’t flirting with you?”
Ben frowned. “I….”
“You heard him. He thought he was going to join us in bed.”
“He was joking.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I know him.”
“Have you slept with him before?”
My jaw tensed. “A long time ago, and it was not at all serious.”
“I knew Pierre wanted you when I was watching him wash and massage and make you even more devastatingly gorgeous, but I thought it was kind of fun knowing he couldn’t have you.”
“Because you know you’re the one I’m obsessed with.”
Ben’s eyes widened, and he stared at me. “Are you really?
“Obsessed with you? Obviously. Now, let me help you lie back again, so I can finish washing your hair.”
“You were serious about that?”
“Yes, I saw how much you enjoyed it. It’s my turn to help you relax.”
Ben smiled as I eased him down against the chair. The sleeves of my robe were in the way, so I slipped out of it and tossed it toward the sofa.
“You’re washing my hair naked?” he asked.
“I left my underwear on, but I’m happy to take that off if you’d prefer.”
He laughed. “It’s fine. This just may be the most ridiculous thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Me making you feel good, stripping down so I can massage the shampoo into your head?” I slid my fingers into his hair and started working it, digging my fingers into his scalp.
“No. The fact that I have a billionaire CEO is washing my hair in his underwear. This is…insane.”
“See, the thing about being a billionaire is that you can do whatever you want, and right now this is what I want to do.”
Ben groaned as I pressed my fingers more firmly into his scalp. He tilted his head back, pressing into my hands, lifting his chin. I shifted one hand to work the base of his neck as I reached out, untied his robe, and spread it open. I watched his cock harden as I kept going, loosening the muscles of his neck, massaging his ears, moving up to his temples, then using my short nails to scrub his scalp.
He was squirming by the time I checked to make sure the water was still warm so I could rinse the shampoo from his hair. I slicked up my hands with conditioner and worked it through each strand, tugging slightly and making him gasp.
“Miles?”
“Yes, baby?”
“How much longer are you going to do this?”
“Well, I’ve got to rinse out this conditioner, and I’m sure there are some lovely products here I could work with.”
“I don’t need them.”
“What do you need, Benjamin?”
“I need you. I need you to fuck me.”
“So you do like this?”
“Yes. It feels so good, so much better when it’s you.”
His words made me smile. He’d relaxed with Pierre, but with me, he had let go completely. He could really get into it, and I was able to touch him exactly the way he wanted and watch for the slightest response. There was something special between us. The strength of my feelings scared me half to death, but I wasn’t going to run from them, no matter how much safer I’d be.
28
BEN
I sighed, loving the feel of Miles’s fingers as he combed them through my hair. As he rinsed out the conditioner, he dragged his nails along my scalp and teased them along the sides of my head.
“So good,” I murmured. I had enjoyed the head massage with Pierre, but I’d had no idea something so simple could be so erotic. The way Miles touched me like he knew exactly what to do was making me so hot.
He finished rinsing me off and towel-dried my hair before coming around the chair and supporting my back as I sat up.
I didn’t need to ask to know where he was leading me once I was on my feet. We went into his bedroom where he stripped off my robe and my briefs, sinking to the floor as he pulled them down my legs, then bit my ass, making me squeak.
“So gorgeous.” He gripped my ass cheeks, firmly kneading them before helping me lie down on my back. He looked me slowly up and down. “I love having you laid out like this, all ready for me.”
“I’m ready for anything.”
He looked pointedly at my still-bruised chest. “Not yet. You need to heal more, but I am going to make you feel so good.”
“I want….”
“What? Tell me.”