The Millionaire Door Prize (Erotic Romance) by Emorej Luag, Spyder Page B

thing is, you are getting a new phone—that thing is going in the garbage. You don’t want anyone seeing you with that dinosaur and whispering in pity about you.”
    “I don’t do the bells and whistle things. I talk on it, nothing more,” she stated.
    “Fair enough .”
    “Will we be going to elaborate parties all the time? I don’t mind them, but . . . well, I am a stay at home type girl; not so fancy and terribly shy.”
    He kissed her cheek. “You are just going to have to deal with it, but they are not a constant.”
    “Then that means more dresses and jewelry ,” she whined.
    “We ’ll buy as we go then. The jewelry can be borrowed. There is no need to buy it.”
    “Okay, I can agree to that.” She smiled up at him.
    “And just to let you know, you took your last pill today,” he stated, looking her in the eyes. Alyssa thinned her eyes staring at him in quiet thought.
    “ Wh-What if I get pregnant?” she stammered.
    “Then , my soon-to-be-wife . . . you will deal with it. I want many children; not an only child, I want a lot. Does that scare you? If so you can leave now. I will not push things upon you that you don’t want or I don’t think you’ll love,” he said.
    “Was that your way of proposing?” she asked , startled by his boldness.
    “No, of course not. I want to make love to you many more times before I even let the thought cross my mind,” he said, winking at her and smiling that alluring tease of a smile.
    “Maybe I don’t want to get married ,” she challenged.
    “You want the whole package deal. You want the romance, the love, and the endless sex, but mainly you want and need the love. You want that Hollywood ending just like me,” he said as though it were a matter-of-fact. She blinked her eyes to ward off her tears.
    “Are you open to many different things . . . sexual things, I mean?” she boldly asked.
    “I am new to this my lady ; of which do you ask?” he said, mimicking his earlier British voice. He knew little about fetishes from videos he’d watched and wondered if she was leaning toward the most interesting . . . things he’d seen.
    “Sort of a bondage . . . light bondage maybe?” she said her voice quavered.
    He raised an eyebrow and gave her a devious, quite interested grin. She looked away. Xander touched her chin, bringing her eyes back to his.
    “ Light bondage sounds intriguing. It’s a start, and if we don’t bring our terms to the table, then we have no communication,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
    Alyssa played with Xander’ s lapel somewhat in a trance, feeling the downy material under her fingertips. He watched the play of emotions on her face, the shy smile, her eyes darting everywhere in avoidance of the words that begged to escape her moist supple lips. She kept licking and opening them as if to speak, but no words emerged.
    Xander’s heart raced wildly , wondering why she was all of the sudden so bashful. She must have read his thoughts. Raising her eyes to meet his, she sighed and her sweet anxious smile caused his heart to nearly skip a beat.
    “Are you ever going to ravish me, because you dressed in that tux, me in this jewelry, and this place, are making me so damn horny!” she complained, her eyes taking him all in.
    “Wow! Now those terms are a bit on the bossy side ,” he exclaimed. “I like. I like a lot.” He took her hand and led her to the sofa where he picked up the scarf and proceeded to blind fold her again. He then led her to the massive bedroom where he had her sit at the table he ordered brought up earlier.
    He fed her fruit , then kissed the dripping juices from her face, licking them up. Alyssa’s breath caught, and her body trembled with slight apprehension at his secret game. Xander set a strawberry in her cleavage and proceeded to bite at it, causing the juices to squirt everywhere. “Once I undress you, I will lick up the rest,” he promised, tracing his tongue along the swells of her heaving