Page 113 of Billion Dollar Mistake

Including right now, and by the way his eyes darken, I know he’s thinking the same.

He lowers the present and steps closer. The words look at the cards are on the tip of my tongue, but when he grazes his thumb over my jaw, I shudder with desire.

He can see them after. I had a perfect night meeting his family, but now, there’s nothing else I need but him.

“You were incredible tonight,” he whispers.

“They’re wonderful, Remy,” I say honestly, knowing I had a great time.

He grips my jaw and tips my head back; a gasp leaves my mouth, and he swallows it.

Our mouths crash in a frenzy. My hands grab his head. His hands grip my arms. Our bodies are smashed together. My heart beats widely with the need to have him.

My hands slip over his head, down his neck, to the front of his shirt. I remove his buttons without breaking our kiss. The touch of his lips on mine is too hypnotic to stop. When I’ve made quick work of his buttons, I slide my hands over his pecs and up onto his shoulders where I slip the shirt off him. He lets go of me to shake it off. Our lips are still sealed. Neither one of us wants to break this. I breathe in his breath as if I need it to live.

I skim my fingers over his stomach and to the top of his pants. I flick the button off and blindly unzip him.

I push his briefs and pants down at the same time and then reach my hand out, palming his hard dick between us and causing my body to ache.

I need him.

But I want to taste him more.

I rub his length up and down, loving the little grunts leaving his mouth. I swallow each one. Pre-cum leaks from the tip and I slide my thumb over it and smear it.

I break our kiss. His mouth hangs open, breathing heavily. His mouth glistens from our kiss and his eyes are heavy. I sink to my knees.

“Nova,” he rasps.

“Remy,” I breathe.

His hands sink into my hair. He wants this too. A little smirk curves on my mouth at what I’m about to do. Before he has his way of working me to squirt, I’m going to make him come so hard he sees stars.

I grab his length at the base with one hand and my other one grabs hold of his thigh, loving how it twitches at the contact.

I lower my mouth onto his tip and welcome his salty taste, humming my pleasure.

“You’re so good at this. No instructions. You’re just so hungry for my cock.”

I nod. And bring my mouth over him, welcoming the feeling in my mouth. He touches the back of my throat and jerks.

His hands touch my head to encourage me. I take more as my eyes water and then I pull back and continue the up-and-down motion slowly. I take him all the way again, and his hands curl tighter in my hair.

“You take me so well.”

I open my eyes and look up at him, as I slide him to the back of my throat and then swallow more of him.

“Fuck Nova,” he grunts, tipping his head back and closing his eyes before he peers back down.

“I won't be able to hold on if you keep doing that. You’re way too good at this, baby.”

And by doing that, I know he wants my eyes on him as I take him down as far as I can. So I do it again. I want to feel and taste him as he unravels.

I slide up and down a few more times and I feel him thicken. He grips my head, holding me as he stills. I welcome the hot bursts in my throat and swallow. My eyes don’t leave his face. His eyes close and his chest moves rapidly, and he grunts so deeply it makes me wet.

His hands soften in my hair and his eyes open and drop down. I remove my mouth slowly from him and swallow.

“You’re amazing. Come here.” His eyes hold a promise of what’s to come.

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