Magnate's Make-Believe Mistress
"Steady, baby, there is no rush. We have all the time in the world." Cristiano Verón shifted his weight over Gisele's back, the touch of his hand on her neck as deeply soothing as his voice. Between his legs, she quivered with contained excitement as their pace eased to a smooth, rolling rhythm.
"Good girl," he murmured. Another slow caress from ear to shoulder echoed his praise. "Perfect."
Gisele was so responsive, so biddable, so willing to please. So unlike the other females in his life, although that cynical observation did not dampen his bone-deep pleasure of this moment nor dim his satisfied smile. The verdant scent of spring filled his nostrils. Glorious sunshine warmed his back and arms for the first time in weeks. And when he swung his polo stick, the smack of contact with the ball fired exhilaration through his body.
Not better than sex, but hitting the polo field—even stick-and-balling alone—ranked second on Cristo's personal pleasure scale.
Lately there'd been too few opportunities for pleasure. He could not recall the last weekend that wasn't built around business or family obligations, or the last Sunday he'd spent a ... read full excerpt from: Magnate's Make-Believe Mistress ebook
