Page 22 of Cinderella's Fling with the Off-Limits Billionaire

“There’s a zip,” she mumbled against his mouth. “Here.” Her fingers gestured to the sides. He undid and removed the dress in one motion and then tumbled her breasts from her bra as he had that night in the hotel, groaning as he buried his face between them first then moved his attention to one, and then the other. His tongue rolled her nipple, his fingers tormented her, his whole body was an object of intense power. She groaned as her own hands fumbled with his clothes, removing his shirt, then his pants and boxers, until they were both naked, on the sofa, a tangle of limbs and passion.

Only, for all its decadence, the sofa wasn’t huge, and Leandro was a tall guy. His legs slipped off the edge and she needed more than that. She went with him to the floor, only he moved, catching her waist and shifting her, so her elbows were on the return of the sofa, her body bent over it.

“I want you like this,” he murmured, his hands on her butt cheeks, cupping them, worshipping them. “Okay?”

She couldn’t believe it, but tears actually clawed at her throat. Every time Leandro showed himself to be thoughtful and respectful, she was reminded forcibly of how Jay had let her down, time and time again, and she’d come to expect it.

She nodded, a little bleary eyed, not trusting her voice to emerge unscathed.

She heard the tell-tale rip of a condom and groaned as he entered her. It was so different to last night. This, being taken from behind, was so intimate, so absolutely all-encompassing, and when he brought his hands around to her front and cupped her breasts, she thought she might spontaneously combust.

“God, Leandro,” she groaned, wiggling her hips, and he laughed darkly, moving a hand to her sex, brushing his fingers there as he moved in and out, his rhythm a sign of how desperate he was, how desperate she was too. With a pulse that was unreliably fast, she cried out, pleasure rushing through her, and he knew. He must have felt the way her muscles were spasming around his length, because he paused to give her time to ride the wave, to feel it in every inch of her body, to revel in its perfection, before he started to move again, this time building to a crescendo with her. It was fast and it was desperate, and it was everything she’d ever needed from a lover.

He kissed her right where her spine met her neck, a butterfly kiss, light enough to make her body cover with goosebumps, and then he pulled away from her. She slumped forward on the sofa, her body too weak to move.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she said on a soft laugh. When she opened her eyes, he was in the kitchen, but staring at her. Her skin prickled with goosebumps again.

So many men had told her she was beautiful, but he was the only one to really make her feel it, inside and out. Pleasure radiated through her. Finally, she shifted to stand, looking around for her clothes.

She pulled on her underpants but before she could add her bra, he spoke, his voice a husky growl.

“Would you mind not?”

She glanced at him.

“I just want to look at you,” he said with a shrug.

Heat flushed her cheeks. He came around the kitchen bench and stalked across to her. “You are a work of art.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m really not.”

But she dropped her bra to the floor anyway, blinking up at him. A week ago, if anyone had told her any of this was going to happen, if anyone had told her she was going to act this way, she’d have said absolutely not. But something about Leandro was totally overwhelming and he’d somehow morphed her into a different person, who was capable of living a totally different life. Just for a little while.

“Hungry?”

Was she?

In that moment, she wasn’t capable of feeling anything beyond her sensuality.

“Or would you like to swim?”

“Swim? Don’t tell me you’re hiding a pool somewhere in this place?”

He shook his head. “A spa, on the terrace.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course there’s a spa on the terrace. What billionaire pad is complete without such a thing.”

He arched a brow. “The more I get to know you, the cheekier you get.”

She laughed. She was cheeky. Or at least, she had been before Jay. Was it possible that Leandro was also helping that side of her come back to life?

“Swim, dinner, or bed?”

“All very tempting.”

“Equally tempting?”

“Definitely not.”

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