Page 47 of The Billionaire Babe

“So, were you happy with the fight, then? You won, right?” I ask, assuming he would be pleased. He turns back around and looks at me.

“I won.” He nods, not elaborating.

“You’re not happy, though?” I ask.

“I'm not happy a naked woman in the shower with me is asking about a fight that she shouldn’t have been watching,” he says, pinning me with his eyes.

“I can go anywhere I want to go,” I say, full of sass.

“No, you can’t. If you do that again, I will put you over my shoulder and walk you straight back out,” he says, dead serious, his nostrils flaring.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I say to him, my eyes thinning. I like pushing him. I like standing up to him. We both know that he is going to win every time, but I can hold my own—and like to—against him.

“Just test me, sweetheart, and see what happens.”

I decide to let it go. For now.

“You like carrying me around, don't you?” I ask teasingly as the hot water coats us both.

“I like doing a lot of things with you,” he says as he steps closer. I my head a little more to look at him. My smile is sneaky.

“Yeah? What do you like to do with me?”

“I like to make you come…” Heat blooms across my body.

“Me too,” I whisper, my sass now all gone, replaced with dire need.

“I like to taste your pussy.” Not an air of embarrassment crosses his face. He is dead serious. “I like to watch you dance; I like the way your face lights up when you laugh with your friends…”

“Been watching me, big guy?” I tease, tilting my head.

“I also like to hear you moaning my name, wriggling on my lap… and I really like to hear you beg me for my cock,” he says with finality, and I feel him harden near my stomach as I swallow, already feeling the throbbing arousal below again. He raises his hand and cups my cheek, swiping his thumb across my skin so tenderly it is surprising, before he lowers and grips on to my neck. My heart thumps in my chest as I look deep into his eyes.

“I like you doing that,” I confirm, and I see his jaw clench a little as his hold on my neck tightens.

“You like my hands on your body? You like my hand around your neck?” he asks, watching for my reaction.

“Yes,” I whisper like it is a dirty secret.

“You like being choked, sweetheart?” His head tilts a little as he observes my expression. I appreciate him asking me these questions.

“Only by you,” I whisper, and I see him take a deep breath. I have never done anything like this. No man has ever manhandled me, picked me up, grabbed my neck. I’ve never had sex against a wall. But suddenly, I am feeling more in tune with my body than ever and want to do so much more with AJ than I ever thought about before.

“Turn around. Hands on the tiles.” His hand drops from my neck, and I spin around and do what he says. My skin prickles in anticipation as I feel him step closer, so I know he is right behind me.

“You want me to fuck you here in the shower?” His voice is low and gravelly and right in my ear. With his chest flat against my back, he sandwiches me right between him and the tiles. My breasts push against them, my nipples pebbling from the cold.

“Yes…” I whisper, biting my lip. I feel his hand on my hip, then it coasts around to my front and dips down into my center. He’s rock-hard against my butt as his other hand has a firm hold on my hip.

“I fucking love your pussy,” he murmurs, his face now in my neck as his fingers skirt across my center.

“Ohh…” I start to quiver already. I am tender from earlier, but also on fire. My hips automatically move, needing more as his fingers remain on me, slowly stroking up and down.

“You want my fingers?” he asks, his tone low.

“Yes…” I pant, not afraid to tell him what I want as the hot water continues to coat both of us. I am so turned on right now, my fingers slip as I try to dig them into the tiles in front of me, but I can’t get any traction. He slides a finger inside of me, and I moan, instantly wanting more.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you are just as hungry for me as I am for you.” His finger dips in and out, my hips moving with him, needing more.

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