Page 30 of The Billionaire's Marriage Dare

“Wanker,” Christian muttered as AMC’s CEO was driven away.

Jane choked back a laugh. “I thought you were friends.”

Christian glanced down at her, surprised. “We are.”

“B-but you just called him a wanker,” she protested.

“So?” They started walking towards the parking lot.

“And you seemed like you were on the verge of a fistfight the entire dinner.”

“That’s normal between us,” Christian dismissed as he opened the car door for her. Sliding behind the wheel, he told her, “It’s no big deal, pet. Don’t worry your head about it.”

Seeing that Christian did mean every word, she said slowly, “I don’t think I want to be friends with you guys. It’s too complicated—-ah!”

Christian had suddenly pulled her towards him, his mouth conquering hers with hungry intent.

Her arms wrapped around him, and she kissed him back just as hungrily, her toes curling hard inside her shoes.

“Let’s stop fucking talking about him,” Christian muttered against her lips.

His accent had become so much crisper and thicker with each word, and the sound had her senses reeling.

Did he know how sexy his accent was? Did he?

“I don’t even want you to think about another man.” He bit her lip hard. “Do you hear me?”

She could only moan.

“And you made me think for one second that you’d choose him.” His mouth moved down. “I won’t forgive you for that.” He sucked on her neck, and Jane whimpered, her fingers gripping his hair tightly.

When he lifted his head, his eyes burned with sexual need, and her throat dried.

“Christian,” she whispered achingly.

He groaned. “Fuck.”

And then he was unzipping his pants, and when Jane realized what he was doing, she heard herself whisper, “Let me.”

She didn’t know where she found the courage to say such words, didn’t know how she could actually keep her hands from shaking too hard to complete the task, but she did.

Jane unzipped him and pulled his cock out. It was fully erect, jutting proudly and throbbing powerfully between her fingers.

“Just now,” Christian rasped. “Touch me.” His fingers wrapped over hers and he began teaching her how to stroke him. “It’s your fucking punishment, for making me jealous.”

His hand released hers, and she began stroking him on her own.

Punishment, he had said, but this...this felt more like a reward.

His cock was incredibly responsive, and Jane’s body tightened at the thought that she could make a man like Christian Ravenhearst feel this way.

She stroked him slowly at first, taking her time to make sure that every inch of him felt her touch. And when Christian’s breathing became ragged and even she couldn’t wait, she stroked him faster, her fingers tightening around his cock.

“Yes,” Christian hissed.

She stroked him as fast as she could, and when she saw his burning gaze settle on her chest, she realized that her breasts were jiggling with every stroke of her hand.

He suddenly moved forward, drawing one fabric-covered nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, and she gasped. Her fingers moved faster, squeezing, and when he sucked even harder on her nipple, she reached for his balls, cupping them—-

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