Heiress Read online Fiona Davenport, Alexa Riley (Hollywood #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Hollywood Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
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My reaction might be overblown, but it’s mostly because I’m embarrassed that my dad was the first to mention a possible engagement. I’ve kind of assumed we’re headed in that direction since Tyson kept talking about putting his baby in me last night. And he didn’t hesitate to tell my dad that I’m his. But what if he isn’t thinking about marriage?

Almost as though he’s able to read my mind, Tyson reaches out and squeezes my hand. “Stop thinking about what your dad said. He didn’t suggest anything I wasn’t already planning on doing.” He rubs his thumb over my ring finger, and butterflies swarm in my stomach as he pulls through the gates to our house. “You should be focused on the punishment you earned yourself for skipping out on me tonight.”

“Punishment?” I sputter, shifting in my seat to face him. “First of all, I didn’t skip out on you. I went home, like we agreed.”

“No, this is your home now,” he corrects, pointing out his windshield towards his house.

Pulling my hand out of his, I cross my arms over my chest. “Since I didn’t know that’s what you meant at the time, I didn’t really do anything wrong.”

“Maybe not.” Tyson pulls into the garage and turns off the engine. “But I’m still spanking your ass for what you put me through tonight.”

Spanking.

My.

Ass.

The last thing I should be is turned on right now, but my panties are completely drenched. “Are you sure you want to spank me? There’s lots of other stuff we could do that I bet would be more fun.”

“Oh, trust me. We’re both going to have plenty of fun tonight.” Tyson gets out of the car, rounds the vehicle, and holds his hand to help me out after opening my door. He cups my cheeks with his palms and brushes his lips over mine. “It’ll only sting a little bit. You won’t even remember it hurts with all the pleasure I’m going to give you.”

I shiver and goosebumps spread across my skin. Tyson’s lips tilt up in a knowing grin, and he leads me into the house. We head straight to the bedroom, where he leaves me standing by the door while he kicks off his shoes and sits on the edge of the mattress. “Take it all off. I want to see what should’ve been waiting for me when I got home.”

I’ve never stripped in front of anyone before, but the male appreciation in his eyes settles my nerves. I keep my gaze locked on his as I undo the buttons on my dress and let it drop to the floor. Tyson licks his lips when I slide the lavender silk bra down my shoulders, baring my breasts. I hook my fingers around the silk at my hips and shimmy the panties down my legs.

As soon as they hit the floor, Tyson stands. “Leave the stilettos on and come here.”

I follow his raspy demand, moving next the bed on shaky legs. I feel extremely vulnerable, standing next to him in only my heels while he’s still fully dressed. But it’s also incredibly sexy. There’s a sense of feminine power watching how his blue eyes heat while they move over my body. It fills me with the confidence I need to comply with his next order.

“Lean over the edge of the bed, baby.” He runs his palm down my back as I rest my hands on the mattress. “That’s right. Just like that. I need your sweet ass up in the air for this next part.”

He strokes each of my butt cheeks so gently. I’m not at all expecting the sting when he lifts his hand and it comes back down in a noisy slap that I hear before I feel. I let out a little yelp, and he slides his hand down to my pussy to stroke through my wetness. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

I push against his hand before answering, “No.”

“Can you take another for me?”

“Uh huh,” I moan as his thumb circles my clit.

“Of course you can.” His hand comes down again in a quick smack. “Because you were fucking made for me.”

He alternates between paddling my butt and stroking between my legs until I’m dripping down my inner thighs. My butt feels warm, but he’s careful not to hit me too hard and he alternates where his slaps land so they’re never in the same place twice.

“Where do you belong, Colette?”

He’s built up my need so much, I can’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere but in this bedroom with Tyson. “Here.”

“Who do you belong to?”

He drops his hand from between my legs, and I whimper, “You.”

“Who’s the only one allowed to touch you?” he asks as he backs away from me.

“You are.” I look over my shoulder and stare while he quickly strips out of his suit.



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