The Billionaire's Secret (BDSM Erotic Romance) (His Submissive, Part Six) Read Online Free PDF Page B

kept my distance, still not 100% sure that I could handle being close to him and keeping my hands to myself. “I called you a couple of times.”
    One dark eyebrow vaulted. “A couple?”
    “Fine, I’m crazy. Is that what you want me to say? I’m wrong? I’m completely out of my mind?”
    “Completely out of your mind works for me.” He moved toward me with predatory-like grace. Close enough that I could reach out and touch him, but far enough away that I ached for him. He freed my bangs from behind my ear, spilling dark curls into my eyes before sweeping it back with his fingertips. His touch was like a kiss and I closed my eyes, savoring it. “I want you to say you’re completely out of your mind without me.”
    There was longing in his words and I searched his face, not believing that I had that effect. Not when he didn’t even mind not speaking to me for two days.
    His light caresses sent a ripple of desire through me. I needed him to tell me all was forgiven, that I would never feel that throbbing loneliness again. But I would say what he wanted, even though I thought a million texts and voicemails said it pretty plainly.
    “I’m completely out of my mind without you,” I murmured.
    I’d imagined what our kiss after the argument would play out. I expected some healthy manhandling as he crushed my body into his, reminding me who was in charge. Who had the power.
    It would have been a good thing that my desk was clear, the space just the right dimensions for my body as his hurt, his frustration, melted away along with our clothes. He’d have his way and in his arms, I’d have the thing I prayed for when I fell into a restless sleep. I’d have Jacob and everything would be as it was supposed to be.
    But when he brought me in, his hesitant touch didn’t deepen as our lips met. The kiss had no time to grow into something more because when I brought my hands to his waist, he yanked away from me like I shot him with a volt of electricity.
    He brushed his fingers across his lips, like he was wiping away my taste. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
    “What?” He couldn’t be leaving. Not after that lackluster kiss. But I couldn’t deny what I saw with my own two eyes—and he was practically out the door. “Jacob!”
    He stopped, turning slightly. Giving me a spark of hope before he snuffed it out.
    “I can’t do this, Leila.”
    I couldn’t breathe. He’d just yanked all the air from my lungs. “Do what?” My gut tightened. “Us?”
    I knew I should have let him go, but space was obviously not helping anything. The kiss we’d shared was barely G-rated. It wasn’t one you shared with someone you loved, someone you wanted with every fiber of your being. It was the kiss of death--or the walking dead. It was the half-hearted obligatory kiss of a couple too lazy or afraid to admit things were over.
    Were we over?
    I wasn’t sure how that question was impossible to say out loud, but the next flowed from my lips with my next haggard breath. “Do you still love me, Jacob?”
    He spun back to me, his face a storm of emotions. There was a key one that made my chest tighten.
    Fury. 
    “Did you really just ask me if I loved you?”
    I reached out, ignoring my racing heartbeat. Ignoring the fear that I’d just stepped on a land mine. “If we could just--”
    “Don’t touch me,” he snarled, looking at my outstretched hand like it was the most appalling thing he’d ever seen. “Do I love you? Do I love you? You have that wrong--do you love me, Leila?”
    I took a step back as I felt the hurt funneling from him. “Of course I love you!”
    “Ah I see.” His voice was calm, the volume lowered, but I saw his corded neck and the way his body trembled with suppressed rage. “So this whole Cade situation...you told me after the fact because you were trying to protect me. Like you ‘protected’ me in Venice?”
    I took a step backward. He was pulling out Rachel Laraby? That was low. “I