Page 25 of The Billionaire's Obsession

“Lilly,” Aiden whispers, and I already know what he’s going to ask. And I know what my answer is. “I want my finger inside of you.”

I nod, even though my body is betraying my every desire anyway. My hips are arching toward his hand, desperate. “Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

Aiden grins, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “Please?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “You really want it bad, huh?”

I bite my lip and whimper softly in response.

His gaze darkens in desire, and his finger presses gently against my opening. Then, slowly, he slips inside of me. I gasp in pleasure, arching my back.

“Yeah?” he prompts, slowly pumping his finger in and out of me. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against him.

He inserts his finger deep inside of me, curling it upwards as he pulls out. A blinding pleasure erupts, and a high-pitched moan fills the room.

“That’s a good girl,” Aiden murmurs in my ear.

I open my eyes to see my reflection in the mirror. The desperation on my face, Aiden’s hand against my center. It’s only now that I see he’s added another finger, pumping them in and out of me, curling his fingers every time.

I open my mouth, a strangled cry escaping me. I grip Aiden’s arm and his thigh beneath me, searching for anything to anchor me.

I’m panting desperately, the pleasure building and building. “Aiden,” I whine.

He kisses my neck, then nibbles at my ear.

“Be my good girl and come for me,” he says.

I nod.

He leans down, resting his cheek against mine. “Look at me,” he orders.

I meet his gaze in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire.

“Look at me while you come,” he says, his voice steady and commanding.

I nod. “Yes.”

His hand that had been massaging my breast lowers, finding my clit while he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me with the other hand.

I cry out, struggling to maintain eye contact with Aiden as he’d instructed.

“Good,” Aiden tells me. “That’s good.”

I nod, feeling myself getting closer and closer. “Oh god, Aiden,” I whimper.

He nods, smiling softly at me. “Let it happen, sweetheart.”

And with that, my orgasm crashes over me. I cry out, collapsing against him, my legs shaking. Aiden immediately wraps me up in his arms, pulling me against his chest as waves of my climax flow through me.

After a few moments, I finally look up at him, cradled against his chest. He grins down at me. “Stay here tonight,” he whispers, and for the first time, I think I see a flash of worry in his face—as if he’s afraid I might refuse.

I bite my lip. “Okay,” I say, a grin spreading across my face. “I’ll stay.”

His smile widens, and he glances over his shoulder at the bed we’re sitting on. “In case you couldn’t tell, I have pretty much the nicest bed money can buy,” he says. “So you’re guaranteed to get the best sleep of your life.” He shrugs. “Right after the best orgasm.”

A shocked laugh escapes me, and I slap him playfully on the chest.

“Am I wrong?” he asks, widening his eyes at me.

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