Page 48 of The Bossy Billionaire

“Yeah… I guess I do,” I say, having never come to that conclusion before, but he is right. I am now just like my mom.

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, then.” Standing, he hands me a large bouquet that he secured with some brown leather he had in his bag.

“Wow, stunning,” I say, taking the flowers from him and immediately bringing them to my nose.

“Come on.” He grabs my hand, pulling me across the field. “There is a small river down here where we can stop for lunch.” Pulling the horse along with his other hand, the three of us take our time wandering across the land toward the most tranquil river I have ever seen. We reach a small grassy patch, and he ties the horse and unpacks the saddlebags. A large rug stretches out next to a tall tree that covers us from the sun.

“Sit,” he commands as he goes back to the bags and pulls out our picnic lunch.

I’m about to argue, but with the small breeze filtering through the trees and the soft flow of water, I haven’t felt this relaxed in forever, so I do as he asks and sit on the rug. My hand automatically goes to my thigh and rubs the small ache.

“Your leg okay?” He eyes me suspiciously as he sits next to me, containers of food now out, cold drinks nearby.

“It’s fine,” I say, my hand continually rubbing.

“Come here,” he says, reaching for my leg.

“It’s okay.”

“I said come here,” he growls, and I roll my eyes as I shift toward him. He leans forward and grabs my waist, his hands going to my jeans button.

“Huxe?” I ask, my temperature rising the minute his hands were on me.

“Relax, let me take off your jeans and rub your thigh,” he mumbles.

“What?” I whisper as my breath catches. My body remains still as my jeans are stripped from my legs, and I now sit next to him in just my shirt and underwear.

“My brother told me that this cream would help your scar,” he says, pulling out a small bottle of familiar cream, matching one similar that I have at home, never having enough time in my day to use it regularly.

“It’s fine…” I say, my heart pounding at this man wanting to look after me like this.

“Of course you are, but if this can help even one percent, it is worth it. Besides, I like having my hands on your body, Luce,” he says, and I watch as he squirts out the cream and starts rubbing my thigh. “Lie back, relax for a bit. It’s been a big morning already.” And I do. I leave my leg draped over his lap while I lie next to him and close my eyes. My thigh still throbs, but his massage helps take away the hardness and the tightness I feel in my muscles.

“Huxley… are you sure you weren’t a masseuse in a former life?” I ask jokingly, smiling even though my eyes are still closed. His hand runs up my thigh, skirting my hip, his fingers trailing under the edges of my underwear, almost teasingly so.

“I think these need to go,” he growls, his hands now gripping my underwear as he pulls them down my legs.

“Huxley,” I whisper, my eyes opening quickly. My body heats even though the breeze flows across my bare skin.

“How does your thigh feel?” he asks, his large hands trailing up my legs from my ankles to my knees, back to my thigh, until they keep going, his fingers brushing my center. I inhale sharply and bite my bottom lip.

“That fucking lip of yours is going to be the end of me,” he growls. “Come here,” he says, again grabbing my waist and lifting me from the blanket, now completely naked from the waist down, and positioning me on his lap. My legs fall on either side of his.

I panic and look around. “Your parents?” I say, almost panting in anticipation.

“No one is coming,” he murmurs, his hands not stopping as they run up and down my thigh, around my ass, and back down again.

“Your workers?” I ask as I swallow.

“We are in complete privacy, Luce. No one is here.” He lies down on his back, me still straddling his waist. “Now shimmy up here and sit on my face; I am fucking starving for you.” With a hungry glint in his eye, my cheeks are on fire, my hair falling forward and covering them slightly.

“What?” I ask, wondering if I heard him right.

“I want you to shimmy your way up to my face so I can fuck you with my tongue.” My heart races in my chest at his command. His hands grip my ass, pulling me up, and I maneuver myself forward. I haven’t done anything like this before and have no idea what I am doing, but I let him lead the way until he has me positioned exactly where he wants me.

“Sit.” His hot breath skirts across my center, and I feel him moving closer. I hesitate for a minute, and his arms curve around from behind me, his hands now gripping my thighs and forcing me to lower. His mouth hits me immediately, his tongue darting out, licking me completely.

“Oh my God…” I say in equal parts shock and arousal. He works his mouth underneath me, his lips sucking, his tongue tasting, and I have never felt this turned on in my entire life.

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