The Greek Billionaire and I

“Velvet…do you want to meet with me now?” Mykolas’ body became rigid with tension as he waited for her reply.

Fear and need battled inside her. Finally, she said, “Not…yet.”





Chapter Three




Dusk had turned to dawn and Mykolas’ jet had already been airborne for over ten hours by the time Mykolas was done with his conference call with his managers and had entered his private cabin. Loosening his tie, Mykolas made short work of his clothes to take a quick hot shower. As water cascaded down on his head and back, the thought of Velvet Lambert came to him, unbidden. A second later, he was unsurprised to find his cock fully erect and aching.

Pressing a button, he said, “Play voice mail from Velvet Lambert.”

A moment later, the voice-automated system had processed his command.

Hello, a*shole.

Mykolas snorted.

I got your gift. A*shole.

His gift, meaning the expensive *oris vibrator he had sent her, prettily wrapped in gold and placed inside a box that was the same size and shape as a jewelry box.

You knew I’d think it was a ring, didn’t you, a*shole?

He grinned.

And I opened it in front of Mandy!

“Call Velvet Lambert.” But because he was laughing too hard, he had to repeat the command thrice before the system was able to make the call.

Velvet slowly woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. Peeking, she became wide awake when she realized who was calling her. Fumbling for her Bluetooth speaker, she connected it to her ear as she answered his call. “ASSHOLE.”

“I missed you, too, Velvet.” The groggy sound of her voice hit him then and Mykolas grimaced. “I forgot about the time difference. My apologies, agape mou. It’s…three in the morning there, isn’t it?”

Knowing he was about to hang up and not wanting him to, Velvet lied, “It’s okay. My alarm clock was about to go off in a minute anyway. I have an early breakfast meeting with my advisory class.”

“Then we can talk?”

“About you being an a*shole? Anytime.”

“You like my gift then?”

“No, a*shole.”

“Have you used it yet?”

“Never, a*shole.”

“Mm…maybe you’re right. I think I would like it better if I was with you when you use it the first time.”

“In your dreams, a*shole.”

“If you say ‘a*shole’ one more time, I’ll send you another gift.”

Not missing a beat, Velvet asked pleasantly, “What are you doing right now?”

He let out a bark of laughter, and it took a moment for him to recover enough to answer her question. “Want to guess?”

She listened hard, heard the sound of running water in the background, and choked. “Are you talking to me in the shower?”

He said with a smirk, “I am,” and chuckled when Velvet hissed his name in a way that told him she was both embarrassed and aroused. “I only had to think of you and I got hard as f*ck.”

Her knees went weak, and Velvet was absolutely thankful she was already on her bed. If she had been standing, she probably would have lost her balance at Mykolas’ words. His Greek accent was so pronounced right now, and that meant only one thing.

“Mykolas, not again,” she protested weakly. They had played this game before, more often than what was right for two people who had never met.

“Yes, Velvet. Again. Because it’s your fault I’m suffering right now. Until you surrender, until you ask to meet me, we’ll be doing this again and again and again.”

She couldn’t answer, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep herself from moaning.

“Take off your clothes, Velvet.”

Her eyes widened, her nipples immediately coming to life at the command even as she made herself snap, “No!”

“Yes.” He allowed a little bit of steel into his voice. In the two months he had “known” Velvet, he had learned how strong and fiercely independent she was. It gave him a kick to know that he was able to exert his will over her…the same way they both knew it turned her on to submit to him.

“I want to come while imagining I’m f*cking you, Velvet. And for that I need you naked.”

The unbelievably hot words had her burning up, forcing Velvet to kick off the covers in hopes that the cool air would keep desire from taking over her body. But it didn’t. Nothing could. This desperate insidious craving for Mykolas could only be satisfied…by Mykolas himself.

“One last time, Velvet, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“You’re not scaring me.” It was and wasn’t the truth.

“Am I not?” His voice was very soft as he challenged her. And because her IQ tended to drop whenever she was talking to Mykolas, Velvet wasn’t surprised to feel a thrilling sensation run through her at the sensuous tone of his voice. With him, she forgot about being sensible. With him, her stupid, silly side emerged. With him, she found herself weak and seduced by the way he could sound oh so powerful and authoritative even without raising his voice.

Wanting Velvet’s total surrender, Mykolas continued softly, “I don’t have to touch you to punish you, and you know it. If you don’t take off your clothes now, I won’t be calling you for a week. Do you want that?”

Silence.

He waited, patiently, like a predator knowing when he had his lovely prey cornered.

Finally, she choked out, “No.”

He heard the rustle of clothes from the other end of the line. “That’s my girl,” he murmured in approval. He started shampooing his hair, imagining it was Velvet’s hands running through it. “Are you naked now?”

“Yes.” And she felt so horribly exposed because of it, never mind if she was alone and her room was submerged in complete darkness.

Irritation and arousal blended in her voice as she answered, making Mykolas imagine Velvet futilely trying to resist him even though she wanted to f*ck him as badly as he wanted to f*ck her. The thought had him saying roughly, “I wish you were here with me, agape mou.” He started soaping his body. “I’m imagining it’s you behind me, your hands running over my body, and I feel your soft plump breasts against my back.”

The erotic image had her moaning silently, her body arching with need, begging to be possessed.

After rinsing his hair and washing the soap off his body, Mykolas reached for his painfully aching cock. “I’m imagining your hand on my cock, agape mou. You can’t quite wrap your fingers around it, but you’re holding me so tightly and stroking me hard and fast that I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

This time, Velvet couldn’t stop herself from letting out a whimper.

“Imagine me trying to please you, too. Cup your breasts and pretend they’re being covered by my hands. My palms are rough, and they make your beautiful breasts even more sensitive. Imagine me pinching your nipples, making them harder than they already are…”

Velvet did everything he said and as she pinched her own nipples, imagining it was indeed her beautiful stranger tormenting her breasts, she couldn’t stop her body from arching off the bed, her lips parted in a silent moan as moisture pooled between her trembling legs.

“Do you want me to make you come now, Velvet?” he demanded unevenly.

She choked out, “Yes.”

The need in her voice made him shiver. It made him grip his cock hard and start stroking faster as he said in a guttural voice, “Then imagine me touching you.” Each word was accompanied with a quick hard stroke of his cock. “Touch yourself there, Velvet. Imagine it’s my finger lining your folds, becoming wet with your essence. Imagine my finger sliding inside your sweet little p-ssy and taking you…”