Read Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) Online

Authors: Deana Farrady

Tags: #romantic comedy, #contemporary, #bbw, #curvy, #comedy, #chick lit, #funny, #virgin

Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) (20 page)

He lifted her hand to drop a kiss on her knuckles. Then, while she watched with interest, he removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it carelessly on the floor. He turned toward her and reached out to move her hair out of her eyes. "I must be the worst sleazeball ever, because thinking about how you're no longer a virgin—" he kissed her cheek—"just makes me
—"
her eye—"want to fuck you again right now."

"Yikes," she said, though she was pleased with all the kisses. And that Nyall seemed interested in cuddling.

"Just hypothetically," he assured her, kissing down her jaw to her collar bone. "I know you're tender. How sore are you, Janey?" Before she could answer, he slid down the bed and boldly widened her thighs, using his thumbs to part her pussy lips and assess her.

In her current limp, shell-shocked state, she could only lie there and let him examine her with a
remnant
of shyness. He probed her flesh, studying it with a little frown, dabbing at her entrance but not going any farther when she flinched.

He didn't seem happy. "You're chapped and swollen. At least there's no blood."

"Are you feeling bad, Nyall?" Janey shook her head. "You don't have to. Look what we just did." She couldn't keep the pride out of her voice. "It was beyond my hopes. Better than I thought my first time would be all those times I imagined it. All thanks to you."

"Actually, Janey, I'd like to take credit, but my cock just went ahead on its own and took me along for the ride. It wasn't how I planned it." He stroked her cheek and added huskily, "I wanted it to be special. That was a lame fuck."

"Oh." Janey blinked rapidly as tears dewed in her eyes. So much for thinking he'd enjoyed that, too. "I guess it must have been really boring for you."

He looked blank. "
What
? No, I meant for you. For me…shit, I couldn't stop pounding you. Sweetheart, I'd be fucking you again already if your poor pussy weren't raw. You were beautiful, Janey. Perfect. It's never been like that before."

"Oh." Then, hopefully: "Does that mean I'm a good lay?"

"Janey," he groaned. "A lay. You're killing me."

"I don't understand."

He nuzzled her breast. "If the guy wants to turn around and fuck you again before his cock is even dry, you're Aphrodite to him."

Janey gazed at him wide-eyed, wondering what he was getting at. He returned her regard with gentle amusement. "I see," she said, flustered because she didn't see at all. "That's nice to say. Well, personally, I think you did a great job. I didn't think it was lame. I wouldn't even have a clue you hadn't been with a virgin in ages if you hadn't told me. I think all your mistresses were right that you were the very best lover they could pos—"

His palm covered her mouth.

She spoke in a muffled voice under his hand. "No talking about your mistresses," she guessed.

"Right. It's just you and me in this bed." He kissed his way up to her mouth, then brought her against him. She looked down at his cock and noticed how much smaller he was now, though not what she'd call exactly little. His whole pubic area, surrounded by black curls, was exotic and gorgeous.

"Want to touch?" he murmured.

Happily she accepted his invitation with first hesitant, then exploring fingers. He was a little sticky and quite soft. "Nyall, are condoms uncomfortable to wear?"

"When they're made of rubber, they can be," he answered lazily, raising his hips to meet her touch, his flesh lengthening and hardening even as she held it. How utterly
amazing
. "The ones I use are nicer because they're made of lambskin. Very little snagging. On hairs," he added in answer to her open puzzlement.

"Oh." She nodded and reluctantly withdrew her hand, fascinated by his renewed erection. "You're teaching me so much. This is all very valuable, thank you."

"Glad I can be of some small service," he said. "Now I have a question for you."

"Is it about birth control?" she guessed.

"No. Janey…baby, you're almost thirty. You're not just a virgin, you're innocent. How the fuck?"

"I'm not innocent," she argued.

"Uh-huh. You didn't know what to expect tonight. What intercourse is like. In and out," he reminded her.

"But Nyall, I told you, I never got a chance. Men don't seem to think of me like that."

"No, I'm not talking about why you're a virgin. We'll agree to disagree about that. I mean knowledge. Yeah," as her eyes showed her comprehension. "Haven't you read books? Watched porn? I happen to know women talk to each other. How did you stay so ignorant all these years?"

"I do read the sexy books, Nyall," she confided. "I've seen X-rated movies. I do know what happens. I also have fantasies. I'll bet I'm even as experienced as your mistresses, as far as knowing stuff goes. I know what a," she lowered her voice dramatically, "pearl necklace is. It's what you did to me once."

He chuckled. "Good for you. But…?"

"Doing and knowing are different. Some of what I've seen in those videos must be real, I guess, but a lot of it has to be fantasy. I mean, pleasuring myself isn't as fun as I've read it is. Why should the sex be as good as everyone says?"

"Now you know it's better," he said smugly. "Especially with me."

She giggled. "Okay, so that's true. Oh." Her eyes widened. "I forgot to say thank you. Thank you, Nyall. This was a true favor." Saying that made her a little sad. There wasn't much more reason to stay, really. Her next words were faltering. "I wonder if now we're mostly done with my devirgination."

His arm tightened around her. "There's more to learn. A lot more. You want to become expert class, don't you?"

"Yes, I would like to learn more."

"Then I'll teach you. I'll teach you everything. You're staying the whole week," he said. "We'll shag until we're blue from exhaustion. So none of this bullshit about being done."

"Thank you again," Janey said, snuggling against him. "You're a real pal." Her eyes drifted shut and she went on sleepily, "I'm glad you have the hots for me because your chemicals made you. I like being with you, Nyall. Still, it can't be easy to spend so much time with me. But don't you worry…I'll make it up to you…I promise…starting tomorrow…I have lots of questions…you can tell me everything you want. And then…and then I'll make sure
…"

Janey never got to hear his response, because she never finished her sentence before drifting into a contented sleep curled up against Nyall's deliciously hard body.

***

Bzzz.

Bzzz.

Warm female flesh on his face.

Janey's scent in his nostrils.

Bzzz.

Nyall made his eyelids do their thing, even while his cock did its thing against Janey's hip. With tremendous willpower—there had to be a fucking award for this—he separated their bodies and reached out a hand to silence the phone. "Yeah, Mary," he managed to croak, bringing it to his ear as he rolled out of bed.

Even as he listened to his assistant's voice, he watched Janey snuggle into his former spot. His phone was set to attacking-swarm-of-bees volume level, but she remained dead to the world, looking sweet and milky and so tasty his mouth watered. One ripe tit was poking out from under her arm, the nipple plump even in relaxation. Those doe-brown eyes were closed and her breathing even and there was a little smile on her face.

He hoped she was dreaming of him.

Something told him she was dreaming of weddings. His wedding to some society chick while she gave him the thumbs-up from the back of the church. She had, after all, fallen asleep in his arms mumbling something ominous about interviewing him.

"Hold on, Mary," he said.

He bent down and kissed Janey's cheek, then her hair, and then the upper swell of her ass. She didn't stir.

He straightened up again and walked to the window. "Okay, give it to me."

 

 

Look for the conclusion of Nyall and Janey's story,
Match You:
The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin
, Book 2

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