Page 102 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

My brothers?

Nah, they never came up to my bedroom. They just bellowed from downstairs until I went down there to shut them up. Besides, they’d been in our office in Billings when I’d left a short time ago.

I opened the bathroom door, not sure what to expect.

It certainly wasn’t anything I could have conjured up in my wildest dreams.

Anna was laying in the middle of the bed, completely naked, getting herself off, her head turned with her face in my pillow.

I watched, feeling like a creepy voyeur, but I couldn’t help myself.

It was a scene out of my fantasies, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to shut it down.

I was mesmerized as I stepped a little closer to the bed, watching Anna satisfy herself with an enthusiasm that instantly got me rock hard.

She moaned as her fingers slid over her clit, again and again.

“Kaleb,” she whimpered as her hips rose.

“Fuck!” I cursed softly.

Anna heard me and suddenly turned her head.

Our eyes met, and our gazes held as she suddenly stopped.

“Don’t stop,” I rasped.

She slowed her pace, but kept going.

“I was waiting for you to get out of the shower. The bed smells like you,” she said in an aroused voice that made me half crazy.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from hers.

“Is this what you do when we’re not together?’ I choked out.

“Yes,” she confessed.

“Jesus, sweetheart, I think about this exact scene when I’m getting myself off. Keep going.”

I wanted to palm my cock, but if I did, I’d explode again and probably be useless for a while.

Anna had never been shy about sex and her sexuality after our first time together, which was one of the things I fucking loved about her.

She was adventurous and open, and it didn’t surprise me when she sped up her pace again.

“I always get myself off by pretending it’s you with your head between my thighs,” she said in a husky, fuck-me voice. “You always make me come so hard, Kaleb.”

Fucking hell!

I was torn.

I was captivated as I watched her, but her words also made me want to dive onto the bed so I could taste her and finish that orgasm for her.

“Is that what you want?” I asked gruffly. “My head between your thighs?”

“Not necessarily,” she panted. “Having you watch me is pretty hot, too. I’m ecstatic just to see you in person again.”

I gave up. I dropped the towel and palmed my cock, my eyes never leaving the erotic sight on my bed.

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