Everything That He Desires (#1) (An Alpha Billionaire BDSM Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

gotten her all worked up.  Every time he said “cock” or “pussy” or “fuck,” she felt herself turn to mush.
    It wasn’t romantic.  It was far from romantic.  It was filthy and primal and oh so hot. 
    The mild mannered librarian was practically beside herself.  All she could think about was sex.  All she could see in her mind’s eye was Hunter’s gorgeous cock.  All she wanted was to feel it inside her, to feel him on top of her, to be consumed by him...
    Hunter, meanwhile, was cool, calm and collected. 
    He sat across from Callie looking laid back and at ease.  He had moved from the railing to the porch itself.  His long legs were stretched out in front of him, his knees bent slightly.  The wind had tousled his hair and he looked boyishly handsome and sexy as hell all at once.
    Callie was so confused.
    In one breath, Hunter was flirting outrageously and in the next, he was aloof and in control.
    He had asked if she had a boyfriend.  He continuously made obscene comments that most guys wouldn’t make unless they were trying to get into a woman’s pants.  And that first night, the way he had offhandedly teased her about her exposed bra (which was so mortifying!) had made her think he might be interested.
    But then he went and said rude things, acting disinterested and unengaged.  It was so hard to get a read on him.  One minute Callie thought Hunter might possibly be interested in her, and the next she found herself doubting everything.  What was she supposed to think? 
    She didn’t know. 
    Maybe a more experienced woman would easily have all the answers, but Callie was shamefully lacking in that.  It was a secret she guarded carefully, but she was unsure how much longer she could keep it from Hunter.  He kept asking her things, presumably under the guise of writing.  It was making her squirm, literally and figuratively.
    “I like this,” Hunter said, handing Callie’s first draft of the second chapter back to her.  “I like the way you described the sex at the end of the chapter – raw and passionate.  Those are good, strong words.  But it’s lacking something, I think.”
    “What?” Callie asked him, her pen at the ready.
    “It needs to evoke a certain feeling,” he explained.
    “Okay, what should it say?”
    He shook his head.  “If I write it for you, you’re not going to learn.  I told you I would mentor you.  That’s part of the deal.  So I’ll guide you in the right direction but you’re going to have to figure out the answers for yourself.”
    She stared at him blankly.  “You’re not some pretentious hippie who has a big stupid involved writing process, are you?”
    He burst out laughing at that.  “No.  Hell no.  Don’t worry, I might be full of myself but I’m not that full of myself.  I just mean that you need to draw on your own experiences.  Remember that age old advice?  Write what you know.  Otherwise a discriminating reader is going to be able to smell the bullshit from a mile away.”
    Callie swallowed hard.  “So uh...?”  She looked at him expectantly, waiting.
    “Think about your own experiences,” he coached, his voice low and commanding.  “Think about the best sex you ever had and how it made you feel.  Did he whisper in your ear?  Did he say things that drove you wild?  What did it feel like when he touched you?”
    Callie set her pen down.  “I don’t know.”
    “Sure you do,” he insisted.  “I’m not asking you to tell me or anything, so don’t look at me like that.  All I’m asking is for you to revisit those feelings and that experience.  Draw upon it.  Use it to help you craft the perfect story.  Use it to inject real feelings into the words on the page.”
    “No.  I don’t know,” Callie said, with more urgency. 
    He tipped his head to the side.  “You really don’t know?”
    She shook her head.
    “You haven’t had a single really amazing sexual experience?” he asked as though he could